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obviousflirtations · 1 year

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Beautiful Pain Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski X Reader)

This fanfic takes place after Stiles was possessed by the Nogitsune, so please take that as you will. This fanfic will include (through all parts): angst, cheating, mentions of self harm.

I can feel the heat risin'

[Y/N] stood there in disbelief as she and Stiles stood in his room arguing for the umpteenth time that week. Everything she did would cause some sort of argument with him and she was at her wits end. Stiles, the boy she had been in love with since as long as she could remember, who stayed over at her and her brother Scott's home, who had confessed he like her two well over several months ago, was now fighting with her over trivial things.

Everything is on fire

"I'm just gonna go, if you want to act like a dick," [Y/N] stated bluntly, folding her arms and leaning over her feet to look at the ground around them.

Stiles let out a huff and a sound akin to a laugh, "yeah, of course you're gonna leave."

[Y/N] looked at him, tears starting to line her eyes. She clenched her jaw as she looked up at her boyfriend before she turned to leave. She walked as fast as she could to her car, the one she had bought with her own money (definitely _not _the money her estranged father gave her to try and win her over one time he visited).

Today is a painful reminder

Once she got into her car she turned the key into the ignition and gripped the steering wheel as she rested her head on the center of the wheel, letting her tears finally fall. She had to kill some time before she went home. Scott and their mother would wonder why she looked like she had just cried. So instead of going home, she drove around Beacon Hills for the better part of an hour before getting home.

When she walked in the door she went straight to her room and laid down, hoping to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Of why we can only get brighter

The following day at school, she and Stiles barely spoke to each other. [Y/N] thought the worst, like she always did ever since Scott had been bitten by Peter all those years ago. Most times she was right to, especially after Stiles had been possessed by the nogitsune. The pit in her stomach grew once she walked past the chemistry classroom where she shared lab and lecture with her brother and boyfriend. She could hear Stiles speaking as she approached. Once she made it to the door, her hand raised to knock and then she stopped.

The further you put it behind ya

[Y/N]’s eyes widened as she saw Stiles with his hands gripping once side of Malia’s face and the other on her arm. She watched for a minute before Malia was the one to break the kiss. [Y/N] cleared her throat, causing Stiles to turn to look at her, his face going white and his eyes wide.

“We’re done,” her eyes were on the ground, her mouth in a line as she willed herself not to cry. It was better for her to be cold, to act like it didn’t hurt her nearly as much as it did.

Stiles moved from Malia, reaching out to [Y/N], “baby, baby, no don’t do this, it didn’t mean anything,” he pleaded with her.

She shook her head, moving away from him and raising the hand he tried to take from his reach. “I should’ve known, from how we’ve been fighting. You can’t get yourself out of this one, Stiles, I saw you kiss her, I saw you do it. We are done.”

But right now I'm on the inside

She practically ran from the school, driving herself home with tears going down her face that she felt she could finally let out once she was in the safety of her vehicle. Once she was home she sat on her bed, face him her hands as she had everything that Stiles had given her over the years of their friendship and eventual relationship strewn on her floor and bed.

[Y/N] jumped when she heard a knock on the door. Upon looking up, she saw her brother, Scott, standing in the doorway, his face showing clear worry for his sister.

“you doing ok?”

She shook her head, “does it look like it?”

Scott shook his head and sat down next to her. “Well, it looks like half of Stiles’ possessions are in your room right now.” His eyes travelled to the picture frame in front of her sock covered feet. It was a photo of her and Stiles, him kissing her cheek. The glass on the frame was shattered now.

Lookin' out, 'cause

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jodsx1x · 2 years

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can i get a derek hale imagine where the reader is scott’s sister pleaseee! maybe one time derek snuck into the readers room (pre established relationships) and scott walks in to see them hanging out and just being cute and he gets all annoyed but secretly thinks it’s really cute thank you!

our little secret ❥ d.h

derek hale x mccall!fem!reader

warnings: none.

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i groaned a little, turning over after being rudely awakened by tapping on my window. normally, this would startle someone, but i know exactly who it is, as it happens almost every night. sitting up, i turned my lamp on and dawdled over to the window at the end of my room. opening my curtains, my heart did a little flip when i saw derek hanging there waiting to come in. i smile softly, opening the window as quietly as i could.

he quickly climbs in, almost tripping and falling over, causing a loud bang on the side of my windowsill. i gasped a little, shushing him as he stands up straight and pretends he almost didn't face plant the floor. he grins, pulling me into his chest for a warm hug, and pressing little kisses across my head. i sighed into him, pulling back and smiling up at him.

'so, what's the reason for tonight's visit?' i giggle, knowing that he normally has some lame excuse as to why he's woken me up again, and risked us being found out by my brother.

he looks down at me, rolling his eyes a little bit. 'so excuses tonight, i just missed you, and i couldn't sleep' he pouts, pressing his forehead onto mine. i smiled, my heart fluttered from his words as i leaned up to connect his lips onto mine.

i hummed against his lips, before pulling away and dragging him over to my bed. he slips off his signature leather jacket, leaving him in some black sweats and a plain black tee. he knows i love him in all back.

i smile as he gets himself comfortable in my bed. he always says how cosy it is, my room in general, compared to his cold loft. i do love spending nights with him at the loft though, the cold air gives me an excuse to curl up in his arms. he shoves his face in my pillow, breathing in with a happy sigh. i giggle at his action, climbing under the fluffy duvet set.

i wish people knew about us sometimes, and by people i mean my brother and my mom. i just know scott would freak out, knowing his sister is dating one of his friends. part of my likes to believe that one day we will just tell him, and he will be happy for us, then derek can come round whenever he wants and be with me more often.

i love the idea of having a meal with him for dinner, and then curling up watching a movie, and falling asleep with him there. i just have to be patient, it’ll happen when it happens.

‘what’re you thinking about, baby?’ he mumbles, pulling me in so that i’m resting up against the head board and he is the one curled up on my chest. this almost never happens; unless he’s really really missed me. i almost cried, just loving when he gets all cuddly and wants to be little spoon, wrapping my arms around his neck and using one hand to play with his hair.

‘just wondering how it will be when we finally tell scott and my mom’ i whisper, head falling on top of his and closing my eyes slightly. he hums in response, ‘i mean, i’d happily walk in his room and tell him right now, but i want to make sure that you want him to find out too’ he reassures, moving his head to look up at me.

my hand rests on the side of his face, thumb stroking his cheek lightly. his pretty eyes flutter shut from the feeling. ‘i want him to know; i really do. but i’m just worried about how he’ll react, i want him to just accept it and let us be’ i sighed, wrapping my arms around him tighter to pull him into me.

‘because i’m just so obsessed with you and i want everyone to know!’ i whisper yelled, squeezing him as tight as i could. he laughs, faking a choking sound from me squeezing him too tight. ‘careful, you might kill me before we even get the chance to tell him’ he smirks as i released my grip.

i press little kisses on his forehead. i have to cherish these moments with him because they don’t happen often, not as much as other couples get to. it’s been like this for two months now, the only person who knows about us is lydia. i dread to even think about how stiles would react, him being like a brother to me too.

‘listen; their opinions won’t matter to me anyway, okay? i love you’ he murmurs, head moving to look up at him with a small smile.

‘i love you’ i replied, grabbing his face and pulling him up for a kiss. his soft lips move on mine, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. his hand moved from resting on my thigh, moving up my hip to wrap around my waist. i was getting lost in him, until-

my door swung open, my brother scott standing there with more shock on his face than i’ve ever seen. his mouth is hung open, standing there not saying a word. derek and i pull away, but he doesn’t move. he keeps his head on my chest, keeps his arms wrapped around me. i bit my lip as scott stands there speechless.

‘what- what the- who did?- when did- what!?!?!!’ he exclaims, pacing back and forth as he starts to process what he’s just seen. i take in a deep breath, ‘are you okay? i didn’t think you’d be up’ i started. his head shot up, staring at me with daggers in his eyes.

‘you didn’t think i’d be up? oh i’m sorry, continue! i’ll go back to sleep!!’ he whisper yells, making sure our mom doesn’t wake up.

‘scott! calm down’ i whisper back. ‘we were going to tell you, but i wasn’t sure how you were going to react’ i say calmly, trying not to freak out myself. he face palms, shaking his head. ‘this can not happen, i don’t want my friend rolling around the sheets with my sister! derek we all know you can��t keep a relationship longer than two weeks’ scott rambles on, walking back and forth as he does so.

‘well that’s funny because we’ve been together for two months’ derek says bluntly, keeping his head on my chest and ignoring scott. i sighed, lightly pushing derek off of my as i stand up. derek groans, laying down on the pillow instead of my chest.

i walked over to scott, grabbing his shoulder as he stops pacing. ‘look, we aren’t just messing around. i love him, okay? you know what it’s like to be in love’ i whisper, getting him to look at me. he sighs, nodding his head gently. ‘and he makes me really happy, okay? can you accept that?’ i asked.

scott stares at me for a second, before nodding. ‘okay fine. i can accept this, but it doesn’t mean i’m happy!’ he says pointing at derek, who just stares at him with a blank expression. ‘just, make sure you tell mom. you know she’ll be happy for you’ he says to me, to which i replied with a slight nod.

scott nods, before leaving the room. i let out a deep breath. ‘well that happened sooner than i thought’ i say, hopping back into bed with him. i giggled a little as he grips my waist, yanking me towards him and connecting his lips back to mine. ‘and i can’t believe he interrupted us’ he mumbled against mine, causing me to giggle a little.

(third person)

scott peeked around the door again when y/n had gotten back into bed with derek, and he smiled a little seeing his sister so happy, and one of his best friends finally happy too. he wouldn’t tell them that though, no. needs to keep his protective brother status.

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i hope this was okay anon! thankyou so much for the request. have a beautiful day. ♡︎

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 8 months

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The Sweetest Thing

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

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Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you hear me?”

“Hmm?”

“I said, what flavor d’you want?”

Damn. You’d been caught staring at Roy Kent- again. You had to be imagining the softness that appeared in his brown eyes as he gazed at you, waiting for you to pick what kind of ice cream you wanted.

Averting your eyes to the ice cream display, you cleared your throat. “Um, chocolate I guess?”

His smirk was full of teasing. “You guess?”

“Chocolate,” you confirmed with a chuckle.

That smile- that stupid, wonderful smile- had you making emergency lesson plans in your head, because surely you’d need at least a week to recover from it. He quickly ordered three ice creams, waving your hand away gingerly when you tried to slip him a few quid. It had to be an accident when his fingers brushed yours- right?

Needing a moment to collect yourself, you excused yourself to go wash your hands once the three of you found a small outside table, leaving Roy alone with a suspiciously quiet Phoebe.

“Oi.” He hooked a finger around her little ice cream bowl and tugged it away from her now pouting face. “Tell me the fucking truth. Why’d your mum tell you to invite your teacher to our practice?”

“Well,” Phoebe started slowly, eyes zeroed in on her treat. “She said it would be a nice thing to do. And, well…” Her gaze flickered to her uncle. “She also said she wanted me to tell her all about the look on your face when she showed up.”

Roy’s cheeks were on fire; he was going to fucking murder his sister. “And what face did I make?”

His niece looked thoughtful. “Well, you looked surprised. A little nervous. And sort of happy.” Her face turned mischievous. “Mum says you fancy-”

“Did you uncle really steal your ice cream, Pheebs?”

As you took the seat next to him, Roy slid the little bowl back towards the little traitor, his heart quickening at the sound of your teasing. “If you’d been gone another minute, yours would’ve been next,” he joked, feeling his entire body soften when he realized how close you were.

With a playful eyeroll that surprised you, you smiled at Phoebe. “So, Pheobe, did you tell your uncle about how you did on last week’s spelling test?”

The three of you dove into easy conversation- about school, football, Phoebe’s friends. It felt wonderfully natural, eating ice cream with Roy Kent and his niece, as if the three of you hung out all the time. The relaxed way he looked at you, the way he made you and Phoebe laugh, hell, even the way he held out his bowl so you could try a bit of his cinnamon-vanilla ice cream, all of it made you forget that he was a famous footballer; it was almost as if he could be any student’s handsome, funny, kind uncle who you had an ever-growing crush on.

By the time the three of you walked back to the school parking lot and the uncle-niece duo wished you a good rest of your weekend- with Roy thanking you for joining them- you finally admitted the embarrassing, thrilling truth to yourself: You were positively, absolutely, undeniably smitten with Roy fucking Kent.

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wordsarelife · 1 month

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—invisible string

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader

summary: the three times isaac and you realized that you were connected by an invisible string

warnings: none i think

note: just imagine kitchen and dining room of the mccall house being in different rooms please!!

1. when you guys met for the first time

isaac lahey did not expect anyone to jump to his rescue, let alone give him a home in a world where he had no place to go. maybe it was just because he always thought that he did not deserve that kind of care. and he had been right, right until he had met scott mccall at least.

the boy that had made it his mission to save isaac and bring him home with him. like a friend, or even a brother.

at first it was hard for isaac to face that it was just incredible kindness that motivated scott to do what he did, he didn't have a reason for it, it was not of any worth, no, actually, it was just nice.

"tell me if you need anything else" scott patted his shoulder, before he left the guest room, leaving isaac sitting on the bed.

"thank you" isaac muttered more to himself than anyone else, hiding his face in his hands and breathing out in relief. he was safe and he knew it.

when he came down to dinner later, scott was already setting the table. isaac turned his head to look into the kitchen, but there was no sight of melissa, just an unfamiliar girl, who was stirring a pot.

the first thing that he noticed were the amount of bracelets that covered your arms, they did not have any specific color, they were ranging from pink to brown to green and they nearly covered your entire arms up to the elbow.

you were also incredibly beautiful, as you were starring into the pot in deep concentration, not even noticing his eyes on you.

"isaac?" scott called and isaac turned his head, walking away from the kitchen and back into the dining room.

"where's your mom?" he asked, taking the glasses from scott and setting them down on the table.

"she had to take an extra shift" scott explained.

"okay" isaac nodded "who's the girl in the kitchen?"

"girl in the kitchen?" scott repeated laughing "are you trying to prank me?"

isaac shook his head, unsure if scott was joking or if he really didn't know that there was a girl in his kitchen.

"she's cooking" isaac shrugged and scott furrowed his brows, seemingly just now noticing the smell of warm and delicious soup that was hanging in the air.

"mom left us some soup" scott said "but i still have to warm it" he looked between dining room and kitchen in confusion. "girl in the kitchen" he repeated again, muttering to himself.

"i already warmed it for you" you said as you entered the room, under both boys surprised shrieking, the pot filled with soup in your hand. you set it down on the table.

"y/n" scott breathed, directing a hand to his chest as he sighed in relief.

"hey" you smiled, before you hugged the boy. "you must be isaac" you shook isaacs hand smiling "i'm y/n"

"what are you even doing here?" scott asked, before isaac was able to answer the greeting "i thought you weren't back for another week"

"well i got off a bit sooner, but thanks for beeing so cheerful about it" you laughed, walking into the kitchen to get a plate for yourself.

"is she a friend of yours?" isaac asked "and if so, why have i never met her?"

"yeah, she's stiles' younger sister" scott explained as he sat down and isaac followed his example "she was studying abroad for a year"

"stiles should be here any minute" you noted, taking a look on your phone as you sat down across from the boys. "but i think it would be alright if we began to eat without him"

"so you're back huh?" scott nodded "and the first thing you decide is to come back here.. wait, how did you even come inside?"

"oh" you laughed, filling your plate with soup "i came through the window"

"if that isn't the typical stilinski manner" scott muttered disapprovingly.

"i could come through your bedroom window and step onto your face if you would like that more" you said defensively, "i thought the kitchen window was a good alternative, not my fault you leave them open all the time"

"i'm sorry" scott rolled his eyes, deciding that it was no use to fight with you. "how have you been?"

"good" you smiled "look at these" you raised your arms, displaying the colorful bracelets "my kids made them for me before i left"

"your kids?" isaac asked, hesitantely engaging in the conversation.

"i trained a dance team" you explained "all the girls made me bracelets so that i wouldn't forget them"

"that’s cool” isaac muttered, before he quickly looked down when your eyes fell on him.

you smiled. "so scott told me you're living with him now, how's the mccall household treating you?"

scott chuckled at the motherly tone you were speaking in, always the protector.

"it's pretty fresh" isaac answered and felt a lot less uncomfortable when he looked up and saw you smile "but i really appreciate it"

"that's great" you laughed. isaac noticed you opening your mouth to maybe ask another question when you were interrupted by a sound upstairs.

a mere second later, stiles was walking down the stairs. "hey guys"

"could you both please stop coming into the house through the windows?" scott asked "it's weird"

"no it's not" you and stiles said at the same time. your brother smiled as you patted the seat next to you. "i made soup"

"no" scott corrected "my mom made soup, you just happened to break into my house and warm it up before i got the chance to"

"your mom... your house" you muttered "these are harsh words to throw at someone who's been practically saving your ass since middle school, scotty"

"yeah, aren't we all a big family?" stiles asked outstretching his hands in scott's direction, who looked unamused at the siblings chatter.

"yeah" isaac nodded.

"not you blondie" stiles hissed, quickly smiling again as he noticed scott's disapproving look.

"oh, how i missed you both together" scott sighed, continuing to eat, while stiles and you started a discussion about the ending of the most recent star wars film.

isaac watched amused how everything seemed to set back into place, your dynamic making it clear that the three of you were like siblings. deep down he wished that he had something like this as well, a friendship that could make all his sorrows disappear.

later when isaac was up in the guest room, unpacking a few things, there was a knock on his door. thinking that it was scott, isaac called the person in without looking.

"looks pretty comfortable" it was not scott, but you who was now standing in the door.

"uh, yeah" isaac answered unsurely, clutching his hand to the back of his neck.

"scott told me about derek" you said, catching him off-guard "and i just wanted to say that i know that he can be harsh sometimes, but he'll come around"

"thank you" isaac nodded, sitting down the last of his pictures.

"is that your mom?" you asked, walking closer to him. isaac nodded and you smiled "i think i have seen her before, i think she went to high school with my mom"

"really?" isaac asked suprised at your revelation.

"we met her a few times" you continued "my mom told me a few stories, they were friends i believe"

"huh" isaac huffed "funny"

"yeah" you smiled "it really is"

his body felt lighter at the warm feeling of familiarity that entered his chest. maybe, after all, the kind of friendship he was longing for wasn't so far away.

2. picking you up from the worst date of your life

the phone vibrated off the night table, but isaac caught it before it could hit the ground. he wasn't really awake yet, having gone to bed a bit sooner than normal. as he threw a look at his alarm clock, he noticed the time being well past midnight.

"hello?" his voice was hoarse, but it seemed like the person on the other end did not mind.

"isaac?" you asked and he sat up straight as he recognized your voice.

"y/n?"

"yes, it's me" he could hear you cry into the phone "could you come and pick me up?"

he was already putting on his pants, before your voice had even come to the end of the sentence. "where are you?"

it took a few seconds for you to respond. "i'm at the school, i'm walking there now"

"are you alone?" isaac asked surprised, recalling the date with a boy from your year you had told him about just a day before.

"yes" you muttered into the phone. isaac walked out of the house and got into his car. "the date was horrible"

"i'm sorry" he said, unsure what he could answer instead, as he drove onto the street "i'll stay on the phone, okay? i'll be there in five minutes"

"i'm sorry for calling" you cried, the guilt lacing your voice "i probably woke you up, but i didn't know who else to call"

"it's alright, don't worry about it"

"no, it's not" he could hear you shake your head "i would've called stiles or scott, but they've gone on that stupid trip to who knows where trying to get this artifact"

"yeah, yeah, i know" isaac could already see the school coming closer "are you there yet? at the school i mean"

"yeah, i'm standing on the parking lot"

just a moment later, the car came to a halt and you opened the door, sliding into the seat next to him. you were wearing a black dress, one that was making you look even more beautiful than normally. your hair was flowing over your shoulders and your make up was ruined by the black mascara that was still dripping over your cheeks.

"hey" isaac said softly "you look beautiful"

you laughed, closing your eyes "i look anything but beautiful" you argued "thank you for coming, i would've walked home, but-"

he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence "-i'm glad you called"

"thank you" you said again and isaac just smiled, driving the car back onto the street. he pressed the radio, making the cd that was still in it start to play.

"paramore?" you asked susprised "i wouldn't have held you for a fan"

isaac laughed "i even went to their concert a few years ago"

"really? so did i" you gushed "which year?"

"2006"

"me too" you laughed "who would've thought"

your sadness evaporated into thin air, as you continued to listen to the music, both isaac and you singing along to it softly, making you laugh at how terrible the both of you sounded.

isaac's body felt lighter at the warm feeling of familiarity that entered his chest for the second time since the both of you had met. maybe, after all, there was a much more important reason why your date had went the way it did. maybe something had changed.

3. discovering you were soulmates all along

you were following your brother and scott into the basement of the old church, careful not to trip over the ruins that were scattered all around.

isaac was close behind you, holding your hand to stabalize your walk.

derek was already down there, calling for the four of you to hurry up, which made you roll your eyes.

"it's not like i'm a werewolf who can run down there without getting hurt"

isaac grunted at your words, squeezing your hand.

when the four of you entered the dark room, derek was already leaning against the wall, arms crossed staring at you disapprovingly.

"i hope you didn't have to wait for too long" you smiled sarcastically and derek rolled his eyes, making a displeasured sound.

"what are we even searching for?" isaac asked as he watched scott and stiles walk through the room, looking around.

"anything" scott shrugged and stiles grimaced at his best friends words.

"to put it clearly" the boy said "we don't know yet, but i'll guarantee that you will as soon as it enters your hand" he patted isaac's shoulder, before he continued searching the room.

"fine" isaac muttered and you followed him to look at an old desk that was overflown by stacks of paper. silence flew over the five of you, as you continued sorting through the papers, only interrupted by isaac or you giggling when one of you would make a whispered joke.

"woah" scott's voice bounced off the walls and made all of you turn your heads at the mccall boy.

"what the—" stiles said, joining scott's side and looking at whatever it was that scott was holding in his hand. even derek had grown suspicious, lurking over the heads of both boys, before all three, scarily at the same time, looked up at isaac and you across from them.

"what?" you laughed uncomfortably, not enjoying your friends surprised staring. "did i accidently ruin a christian artifact again?" you asked as no one answered.

"again?" isaac asked you confused, you shook your head, silently telling him that now was not the right time to talk about your past mishaps.

"what is it?" you were slowly reaching the point were slight annoyance was ready to turn into anger. "can one of your start speaking?"

"it's a picture" derek said in typical derek manner.

"wow, thank you" you smiled sarcastically, before you crossed the room, snatching the picture out of scott's hand. your blood ran cold when your eyes fell on it and your smile died.

you looked up, watching isaac, then your eyes darted immediately back to the picture. you continued doing that over and over again.

"y/n?" isaac asked, unsurely. he had hoped that you getting the picture from scott would allow him an answer to your friends weird behaviour, instead you were now acting just as weird.

he stepped closer to you and without a word, you turned the picture and held it in his direction. it was a picture of the exact church you were in right now, taken in front of the alter.

there were two people, dressed formally, no doubt husband and wife, who were both smiling into the camera. isaacs eyes darted across the picture, searching for any kind of information, maybe this was just a joke.

"marlene and ian lawson" he read "june of 1847"

"this is a joke, right?" you asked. it had to be, because both people in the picture were looking like carbon copies of you and isaac.

"i don't think so" scott muttered behind you.

isaac's eyes were still fixated on the picture. using his finger, he gently slid over the woman's dress, the white gown easily slipping over the floor of the church. while she was looking into the camera, her husband was only focused on her, his smile so precious that you could read the love from it directly.

"it has to be" you insisted "isaac"

he looked up suddenly as his name rang out from your mouth. his body felt lighter at the warm feeling of familiarity that entered his chest. his eyes were crashing into yours and your look of anger was gone, softening your features.

"i don't think it is a joke, y/n" isaac shook his head "i think it's more than that"

isaac had never felt the feeling he was experiencing now, but it almost felt like a part of his soul was connecting to yours, intertwining them like two hands that had been searching for each other for a long time.

you furrowed your brows "you think this means something, something for us?"

"i don't know" isaac shrugged "it could"

just watching you, was like flowing in warm water, the water never rose, it was always calm, safe from every storm.

your friends turned around, not quite understanding what the two of you were talking about, going back to their initial task of searching for clues, as you took the picture out of isaac's hand. you opened your bag, slowly pushing it inside.

"i will keep it for us" you assured, before you kissed his cheek, doing the same as the others and going back to work.

isaac felt something in him sink, not in a bad way. more like an anchor that was thrown into the water, making sure that the ship would not leave the harbor, making sure that he would never leave you.

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I'm thinking about how Eli is apparently living with Scott and an Argent. How Deaton moved to LA as well and Deaton never treated Derek that well.

It doesn't make sense that Scott would get custody over any of the living Hales or even Noah. How Derek supposedly never had any arrangements made up just in case. Especially since Derek lost his family when he was Eli's age.

there's no way in hell scott and allison have legal guardianship over eli. it's a laughable idea and it is the height of insult to even suggest that an argent should be involved with raising derek's son. derek and allison barely tolerated each other not to mention all the other history.

it begs the question why would he want to go with them anyway? if we're following what the movie was putting down than he doesn't know them. there is also no reason that eli should've been pushed to leave his home. his ancestral home at that. the place where so many hales had been born and died.

it also removes him from a stable environment with a support system after suffering a huge loss. the sheriff, malia and peter seem to have been around. noah stilinski was definitely heavily involved in eli's life plus he's the sheriff of the goddamned town. he'd be perfect for temporary guardianship at minimum.

malia and peter are directly related to him and are also shifters.

again, why the hell would eli go live with two people who aren't even remotely connected to him and he barely knows. he last met scott when he was three years old and allison has been dead his entire existence. these people are strangers.

it just gives you the idea that jeff wanted a "happy ending" for allison and scott while not addressing all the questions it brings up. like is scott even remotely prepared to take on a sixteen year old whose just gone through a very traumatic experience? what exactly is allison's mental status right now? she just came back from the dead. they want to handwave it away just like they did with malia's situation. homegirl was 17 when she died. wouldn't she want to like idk catch up on the world? spend time with her dad? her best friend lydia who really, deeply grieved her? figure things out before jumping into a relationship with her high school boyfriend who is now in his 30s? it's weird.

speaking of allison.

allison has been legally deceased for over a decade by the time of the movie.

even if they were to some how "lose" the investigation files surrounding her death and the autopsy report than they used isaac to do an off the books burial i'd imagine there's still a death certificate filed with the state. the social security administration would've been notified as well. there was also fbi presence in town on an active investigation at the time of her death and everyone in beacon hills knew she died.

this does bring up the matter of peter's legal status. is he considered legally dead too? i don't think so actually as everything was really shady about that situation and his nurse was in on the whole thing. i don't think he was declared missing let alone dead.

and also like the most obvious answer to all of this is cora hale. where the fuck is cora hale? she's derek's sister and eli's aunt. she would've stepped in. aggressively. the only answer is that jeff has her locked in the subplot basement.

you also can't convince me that derek hale wouldn't have his affairs in order.

not only did derek have the experience of going through the untimely death of his family at a young age but he also had to do it again with laura.

there's no way he didn't have a will and it'd likely have to go through the probate process so his estate could be executed. derek hale had assets.

the hales were loaded. they were rich. season 4 drove that point home. derek owned the building the loft was in. he also had a business at the time of his death too.

derek would've ensured eli's inheritance and stability in case something happened to him and none of it would've included scott mccall or an argent.

scott was never derek's alpha. derek was not part of the mccall pack.

this isn't to say scott couldn't mentor eli. that'd be fine. it'd bring things full circle in a way but it's dumb as hell for scott to take eli to LA and i do genuinely think it's out of character for scott. especially an adult scott but i've written about that somewhere on my blog i think.

jeff davis can meet me in hell is all i'm saying.

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As Long As You Love Me - Theo Raeken x Reader

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Prompt: As long as you love me by Justin Bieber (requested by Steph)

Warning: Just fluff cos I’ve gone soft

Thank you to my amazing Beta who always makes herself available to edit for me! Thanks @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

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You stared from the car you were hiding behind, at Theo’s truck, with a frown. The cops were about to knock on his window once again for sleeping in his truck but this time you couldn’t stand by and watch it. You strolled over to the car raising an eyebrow at the annoyed looking cop.

“Is there a problem officer?” You asked calmly, your voice quiet as not to wake Theo up.

“He can’t sleep here.” He stated with a frown.

“He was waiting for me.” You retaliated, cheekily which seemed to have pissed him off.

“Shouldn’t you be at home? It's 1 am, kid” He huffed angrily.

“I’m 19 and FYI my parents are dead.” You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest.

The officer huffed before he walked back to his car. You quickly got into the truck with a scowl set in place. Theo shot up and stared at you with tired eyes, you rolled your eyes and started the car up before driving off.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Theo questioned, his confused voice sounding adorable.

“I’m taking you to my house.” You muttered casually as you kept driving. He sat up straighter, his eyes widening quickly as he looked out his truck as if trying to find any way to escape this fate.

“You m-mean the house you share with your brother, Derek, and your uncle Peter who are members of Scott McCall’s pack, who hate me?” He questioned though you knew he didn’t need an answer because he knew the answer was yes.

“Uncle Peter isn’t really a part of Scott’s pack, it’s more like he helps for Malia’s sake.” You stated, trying to distract him from what he probably assumed was his impending doom.

You arrive at the house Derek and Peter had bought recently. It was a big house with about 7 rooms and a double garage but that was mainly because sometimes the pack stayed over when they weren’t away for college.

You pulled up into the garage before getting out of the car, knowing this house would soon be a war zone. You grabbed Theo and walked out of the garage into the house but as soon as you did Derek had Theo pinned to the wall.

“Derek, let him go!” You yelled as you tried to pull your older brother off of him.

“Why is this sociopath in my house!?” He growled angrily, his forearm pushing against Theo’s throat.

“Because I brought him here, now if you don’t let him go I’m going to scream so loud the neighbours will call the cops!” You demanded childishly.

“You’re not 5 anymore that won’t wo-” Before he could finish you took a deep breath and began screaming. Derek quickly let Theo go and covered your mouth. He let go when he felt you smile under his palm.

“He’s staying with us for a while. He’s been sleeping in his truck and it’s not safe. Werewolf or not.” You stated before standing in front of Theo.

“Why is that our problem!?” Derek screamed causing you to flinch.

“Because no one deserves to live like that and he’s no worse than Uncle Peter!” You yelled angrily, however that was when Peter decided to make an appearance.

“I resent that statement.” He chuckled softly as he approached Theo with a glare.

“However if the kid needs a place to stay and he’s a friend of my favourite niece, then let him stay.” He added with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Thanks, Uncle Peter, Love you!” You giggled whilst dragging Theo off before Derek could protest. Theo was quiet as you dragged him to the spare room across from your bedroom.

“Why are you doing this?” Theo asked quietly as you dropped his sports bag on the floor.

“Because I believe everyone can find redemption.” You stated softly and you spun around to face him.

“Even me? Who killed his own sister?” Theo grunted, his eyes cast down in shame.

“Yes.” You replied gently.

“Why?” He huffed anxiously, his eyes looking up to you.

“Because I’m looking at your face right now and all I see is guilt. You want to start again and try to be a better man. I’m willing to help you.” You whispered, a sad smile working its way to your face.

Theo didn’t say anything else just kept his eyes to the ground as you explained there were towels in the cupboard in his en-suite bathroom. You told him to wash up and come to the kitchen, after explaining where the kitchen was.

You walked out the room without another word, before walking downstairs to get started on food. You knew it was late but you wanted to make sure he ate properly before he slept so you heated up some homemade tomato soup you made then fried up some grilled cheese.

By the time Theo wandered it to the kitchen, food was being plated up. He was wearing a pair of dark grey skinny joggers and a black tank top. You nodded to the breakfast bar stool before cutting the two grilled cheese sandwiches in half.

You placed the bowl of soup and grilled cheese in front of him with a caring smile on your face. Stroking the back of his head before moving away to make yourself a cup of fruit tea. He stared at the food with wide eyes before he looked up at you. You nodded letting him know you’d made it for him and it was okay to eat.

He began eating, slowly at first but it seemed when he’d realised how hungry he was, his pace sped up. You stared at him with a smile whilst sipping your tea. You were a year older than Theo and for some reason, it felt like you had to look after him. He was broken and currently trying to earn trust from the pack. He’s earned, Mason's, Corey’s and Liam’s but the rest of the pack was a little more difficult, hence the reason he didn’t tell the pack he was homeless because he didn’t want sympathy. He wanted trust.

You’d learned he was asleep in his truck about a week ago when you’d followed him after he’d attended a pack meeting. You had wanted to ask him if he wanted to get coffee with you and Lydia to try and get Lydia to warm up to him but when you’d seen the sleeping bag you’d stayed there all night to see if he moved, which he didn’t. That was until the cops told him to leave. This kept happening every night for a week, but tonight you couldn’t bear to see it anymore.

Theo finished his food quickly then glanced at you with a shy smile on his face. He picked up his dishes and dragged them to the sink before turning on the tap and picking up the sponge on the side. You grabbed his hand to stop him and nodded to the dishwasher in the corner, he loaded them up with a blush evident on his face.

“Come on let's go to my room and blow dry your hair you can’t sleep like that.” You chuckled before grabbing his hand and dragging him to your room. You sit him on the floor in front of your vanity table chair, before sitting behind him.

“I can do it…” Theo muttered quietly and had you not been a werewolf you most likely wouldn’t have heard it.

“Let me.” Is all you said before you began drying his hair slowly, taking your time for reasons unknown to you but somehow doing this felt almost natural.

You finished drying his hair, brushing through it so it didn’t get knotted, then stood up making your way to stand in front of him. He looked up at you, his longish hair falling into his eyes slightly. You gave him a smile before turning around but before you could you felt Theo grab your hand slowly.

You turned to face him and as you did he rested his head on your stomach, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist. You should have found it strange that Theo Raeken was hugging you but all you could think about was how sweet and endearing it was.

You thread your fingers through his now dry hair as your other hand cupped his jaw and stroked his cheek. Suddenly you felt a wetness soaking into your shirt, shocking you to the core. Theo hugging you was one thing, but to have this poor man crying into your shirt was heartbreaking.

You took his arms off you causing him to look up with a broken frown, clearing thinking you weren’t going to comfort him but you put those thoughts to a stop when you held out your hand and pulled him up. You pulled him over to your bed and laid down motioning him to do the same.

When he laid next to you, you pulled him over and wrapped your arms around him. His head resting on your chest as he continued sniffling and crying. You ran your fingers through his hair, never speaking a word just holding him.

When he finally stopped crying and you heard his breathing even out, you figured he was sleeping so you somehow pulled the covers over you both and you fell asleep soon after with Theo Raeken wrapped tightly around your body.

When morning came Theo was somehow still laid on your chest, which caused you to chuckle silently. Someone opened your bedroom door and in walked Scott McCall whose eyes widened at the sight. You motion for him to be quiet as you detangled yourself from Theo who thankfully stayed asleep. You dragged Scott to the kitchen before he started yelling.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!? HAVING HIM STAY HERE IS ONE THING HAVING HIM SLEEP IN YOUR BED IS ANOTHER!” Thankfully you knew Derek would be out by now and Peter would be spending time with Malia since it was a Saturday.

“He was crying and I comforted him he fell asleep hugging me so I let him! Unlike you, I believe people deserve a second chance!” You yelled back causing Scott to growl.

“He could’ve hurt you.” He sighed angrily, his yelling ceasing for the time being.

“He wouldn’t hurt me.” You retaliated equally as angry.

“How would you know?” He growled moodily.

“Because I trust him.” You huffed before turning the coffee machine on.

“You trust him?” Scott asked seriously his anger fading slowly.

“Yes. I just wish you would too.” You muttered gently, as you thought back to all the time he’d proved himself recently.

“You like him.” Scott sighed like it was the worst scenario he’d even thought of.

“That’s none of your business.” You snorted as the coffee machine beeped.

“If he makes one wrong move you’d tell me?” Scott asked softly, you sent him a nod before pouring and him a cup of coffee.

You both chatted for a little longer about pack things before Theo wandered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and looking like a lost little puppy. He didn’t seem to notice Scott as you held out your coffee cup for him. He took it and drank the rest before pouring another one and drinking a little then passing it back to you.

“What are there no other cups in this house?” Scott snorted, startling Theo who accidentally caught his head on the corner of the cupboard he’d just opened.

“Oh my god! Honey are you okay!?” You exclaimed worriedly as you shot out your chair to check on him.

“I’m okay…” He muttered shyly as he rubbed his head and glanced at Scott.

“Good morning Scott…” He added, nodding his head at Scott in greeting.

“Good morning Theo.” Scott responded with a deadpan face. You picked up an apple and threw it at his head, totally taking him off guard and hitting him in the head.

“I’m gonna make some omelettes. What do you want in yours, Scott?” You asked cheerfully as he rubbed his head from where the apple had just hit him.

“Bacon, cheese and mushrooms.” He huffed as he put the apple back into the fruits basket. You glanced at Theo who answered quietly.

“Bacon, cheese, and onion…Please.” His manners earned his a very vibrant smile from you as you began getting ingredients from the fridge.

You were cutting up the mushrooms as Theo sat down next to Scott, not daring to look at him. You flicked glances between the two boys before letting out a wince. You accidentally sliced your finger while you hadn’t been paying attention but suddenly Theo was out his seat and cupping your cheek. You glanced down to see black veins appearing on his arm.

“Theo, you don’t need to take my pain. I’m fine. See already healed.” You chuckled softly as you showed him the healed cut. He nodded softly before going to sit back down, however, they hadn’t realised Scott was watching the little display of affection with a frown.

He now realised you might be right to a degree but what he’d also figured out, that was clear as day, Theo’s humanity laid in your hands. Scott smiled at the look Theo gave you as he watched you work on cutting the vegetables again. That was the look Scott always gave Allison if she’d ever hurt herself.

You served up the omelettes and placed sauces in front of the boys so they could choose. You dug into your breakfast barely registering that Derek or Stiles walked into the kitchen until Stiles spoke.

“Why are you having breakfast with an enemy?” Stiles whined childishly.

“Shut up Stiles before I rip your throat out…with my teeth.” You growled as you chewed on a piece of omelette.

“God, you can tell you two are siblings.” Stiles sighed dramatically. Theo looked like he was about to leave when you pulled him to sit back down. You ran your hands through his hair softly before tucking a stray piece behind his ear.

“Eat your food and ignore him.” You muttered gently, as you shot him a caring smile. He gave you a nod before he began eating his food silently.

“Did you just tuck a piece of hair behind Theo Raeken ear…and he didn’t maul your hand off?” Stiles muttered sarcastically and before anyone could blink you had Stiles pinned to the nearest wall.

“Y/N, let him go!” Derek shouted angrily as he tried to pry you off him.

“NO! I get you don’t like him! I get you don’t trust him! But right now you’re in my home and he is a guest who is doing nothing but eating his breakfast! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You roared your eyes glowing golden.

“Scott do something!” Derek snapped as he tried to yank you off of Stiles again.

“She’s right.” Was all Scott had to say for you to let Stiles go and walk off to check on Theo.

“WHAT!?” Derek growled, confusion taking over his face.

“I think Theo has changed and I don’t trust him but I’m willing to try.” Scott stated as he passed Theo a cup of coffee earning a thank you and a head duck from the other man.

“You’re serious?” Derek’s eyebrows went from furrowed to his hairline in seconds.

“Earlier Y/N cut her finger with a knife while cutting veg up…Theo ran to her so fast to take the pain.” Scott smirked as both you and Theo blushed.

“She’s a werewolf…a born one at that?” Stiles’ eyes widened at this new information.

“Exactly.” Scott snorted as you and Theo ducked your head down awkwardly.

“Maybe he did it to impress you?” Stiles supplied like it was the only thing that made sense.

“He looked at her…Like how I looked at Allison and how you look at Lydia...” Scott muttered awkwardly as your head shot up and Theo looked like he wished the ground would swallow him…again. Stiles eyes almost bugged out his head, glancing at Derek who looked like he wanted to kill Theo.

“He’s no worse than your uncle and I forgave him. Though I tried to trust him however the Deadpool happened so now I tolerate him instead.” Scott snorted sarcastically, earning a hi-five from Stiles.

“Fine! But one wrong move and I’ll make you wish you were back in hell.” Derek growled before sipping his coffee casually.

Theo nodded and started to clean up everyone plates, scraping them and loading them in the dishwasher. Stiles’ eye was twitching like he was trying to control a sarcastic remark which made you cover your hand to hide the giggle that came out.

You grabbed Theo’s hand as Scott was leaving and waved goodbye as you walked up the stairs with Theo being tugged along. You got into your bedroom and turned to him with a smile which he returned. You grabbed a hairbrush and pulled down to your vanity table chair. You brushed through his hair before styling it quickly. He glanced at you in the mirror and began talking.

“C-Can I do your hair?” He asked softly causing your eyes to widen in shock. You gave him a nod before he stood up and placed you on the chair.

His hand played with your S/L Y/H/C hair for a while, causing you to smile before he started running the hairbrush through your hair gently. His small smile as he stared at your hair stirred butterflies in your stomach.

Once he’d brushed it, he grabbed a clip from the side and pinned up two-thirds of your hair, before grabbing your straighteners, at this point you were internally freaking out. He grinned at you through the mirror before he began straightening your hair gently.

After a few minutes, he hadn’t burnt you or your hair so you deemed it safe to relax. He continued working until he’d finished all your hair, brushing through it to make sure it wasn’t knotted. You smiled at his work before standing up and hugging him.

The last hug you had was about comfort and you’d held Theo however, this hug was purely because you wanted to and this time it was Theo’s strong arms that engulfed you. You took in his scent and the emotion radiating the room. Happiness and content covered the room from both parties.

You pulled back and stared into his eyes. But your eyes soon widened when you realised Scott was right. There stood Theo Raeken staring down at you like you were the most beautiful thing and person in the world.

One of Theo’s hands let go of your waist whilst the other hung on for dear life. His hand cupped your cheek slowly, giving you every chance to escape but all you could do was stare at him in shock and amazement.

You clutched his tank top material that covered his chest as he drew closer to you. His eyes flicking down to your lips before looking into your eyes. As he drew closer, you closed your eyes and then suddenly felt it. His warm soft lips were on yours.

It was a soft and innocent kiss which was okay with you because you needed baby steps. So you kissed back just as softly pouring all the good feeling he’s ever given you into the kiss. After a few open-mouthed kisses, he pulled back with the biggest happiest grin you’d ever seen on Theo.

“I like you.” He announced his smile still in place.

“I should hope so. You just kissed me.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I like you too.” You added as you pulled away from his cheek.

“Oh well if that’s the case…We should totally go out on a date.” He exclaimed cockily causing you to burst out laughing.

“There’s my overconfident Theo. I wondered where he’d gone since you’ve been so subdued.” You laughed, patting his cheek affectionately.

“A date sounds good.” You added as you cupped his cheek.

“Perfect.” He whispered before leaning in for another kiss.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17

Word Count: 3.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: uh oh, things are changing...

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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.

“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”

“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”

“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”

“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”

The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”

“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”

“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”

“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”

“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”

If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.

“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”

“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”

“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”

Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”

And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”

“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.

“(Y/N), I…”

“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”

Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.

As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.

Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.

“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”

“Let’s go.”

The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.

Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.

“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”

The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”

“Why can’t you?”

“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”

“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”

“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”

Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”

“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”

“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”

“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”

“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”

“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”

“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”

“Ooh, family drama?”

“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”

“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”

“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”

“Can’t stand us?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”

“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”

“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”

As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”

“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”

“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”

“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”

“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”

“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.

They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.

“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”

“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”

“But he’s still your alpha.”

“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”

“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”

“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”

“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”

“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”

“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”

“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”

“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”

“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”

The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.

Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.

He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?

By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.

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Cora Hale x McCall!Fem!Reader

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“This is awful.” Lydia commented as she watched you and Cora. Scott looked over at the two of you and smiled then shot a look at Lydia who realised he was looking at her, rolling hers she went on to elaborate. “Watching these two fawn over each other like they aren’t in love.”

“They can probably hear you.” Scott said quickly. He knew that you had a crush on Cora. It was clear as day. He watched the two of you sitting together talking so intently that neither of you would have heard anyone else.

“Doubtful. They’re in a world of their own. Why can’t they just admit they’re in love with each other and get over this shy crush nonsense.” Lydia grumbled. After a little pressing Scott found out that Lydia had been their third wheel. She had been dragged to dates, dinners and events that she, on some occasions, wasn't even invited to.

“Maybe we could come up with something…” Scott started to say but Lydia cut him off.

“I’ve already got it sorted. There’s a party at the weekend. At my house.” Lydia informed him. Scott stared at Lydia for a moment and cracked an amused smile. He glanced at you and Cora and found himself happy that you’d found someone. He had been a little worried when your ex broke up with you when you’d first turned. You hadn’t been interested in anyone else since.

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Lydia’s party was closer to a rager than a party. Almost every room in her house had someone cheering, singing and dancing. If you wanted a quiet moment alone you would have had to go and sit at the end of the drive.

“Five minutes in heaven!” Lydia cheered when she spotted you. You had arrived later than your brother who had been whisked away that morning by Lydia to help her with decorations. She had pulled out all the stops for the party. Streamers, balloon arches and dramatic flower ornaments took up the room that wasn’t occupied by dancers.

Lydia held up her hand and rummaged in it. Pulling out two names she grinned in a way that had Scott convinced that despite the small pile of paper in the hat, there were only two names in it.

“(Y/N) and Cora!” Lydia cheered. Everyone else cheered and the two of you went off into the cupboard. The door clicked shut behind you.

“Did she just lock us in?” You asked and Cora chuckled, fumbling around for a light switch. When it clicked on she was incredibly close to you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before Cora leaned in and the two of you kissed. Your lips pressed together in a sweet, soft kiss. Then it became rougher. The two of you tangled together, pulling each other close as you found yourself getting carried away with the release of the realisation that you both felt the same way. The door opened and you both pulled apart. Lydia gave you both knowing looks but immediately turned around.

“Truth or dare time.” She called. There was a chorus of complaints about missing out on scene minutes in heaven as only you and Cora had a go but the McCall pack gathered around, catching the look of determination on Lydia’s face. Stiles caught on quickly to what she was doing and confirmed with Scott while the others simply knew better than to question her.

She set the game up and everyone crowded around the empty bottle she span on her plush carpet. It spun smoothly and stopped on you. Lydia’s eyes locked with yours and she smiled in a strange way.

“I dare you to kiss Cora.” She waited, expecting you to fidget and fluster. She wasn’t entirely sure that the two of you had gotten up to anything serious in the cupboard. Shrugging you leaned across the small circle around the bottle. Cora smiled and did the same, kissing you sweetly when you met before sitting down.

“(Y/N) and Cora?” Liam whispered to Mason who shrugged. Lydia looked smug while everyone else looked a little surprised.

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heliads · 2 years

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TW imagine you are Scott sister and he explaines things to Malia while there in your room and Scott notices your Diary journals on your desk and he reads them and finds odd cards to the pack from you because they always for get you even on your birthday and it makes Scott sad. Scott talks about your childhood that you had and that u where being bullied and not a part of the pack. Could you please put Derek in it since him and Malia are cousins.

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Scott McCall gets home late that night. He’s used to these sort of days, the times when he’s so busy trying to stay afloat in a surging sea of school plans and hunter evasions and whatever new threats Beacon Hills has decided to kill him with that he scarcely has any time to himself. The moon has long since risen, and Scott thinks it’s as sure a sign as any that things are going badly around here that the almost full disc in the sky doesn’t bother him as much as it once was.

For a moment, he allows himself to miss the past. He can still picture how young he’d been when Peter Hale had first given him the bite, how Scott had basically been left to fend for himself with no other help than Derek showing up randomly and creepily to issue out weird phrases like ‘the bite is a gift’ and ‘we’re brothers now’ before disappearing again. Yeah, Scott still brings that up whenever he can. He feels that he deserves it.

Back then, Scott had Stiles, which had made the whole thing better. Despite the avalanche of stupid sarcastic comments about wolfsbane (which ended up being real) and full moons (also real) and packs (ok, so maybe Stiles had actually been on to something more than just making Scott lose his mind), Scott can’t think of someone he’d rather have by his side.

Even now, with Stiles returned to the FBI Academy, Scott still feels like he isn’t alone. Stiles calls all the time, updating his friends on crucial events like getting to brainstorm potential killers for recent murders or the cafeteria running out of chocolate syrup, things that are apparently of equal importance.

Still, Scott misses his friend. After so long of being pretty much inseparable, the vast distance between the two of them seems like an impossible challenge. There are days when he turns to hear Stiles’ humorous take on the latest threat to Beacon Hills only to find empty space where his best friend would have once been practically hovering over his shoulder.

That’s why Scott is pretty glad that he isn’t alone tonight. It’s been too hard for too long, and even if he’s expected to be some omnipotent alpha who always has the answers to every single problem, that’s not really the case.

For once, though, he isn’t going back to a dark house, one with the windows tightly shuttered like old ladies clutching their purses when they walk by a teenager with a little too much confidence. His mom has started working later and longer shifts at the hospital; neither of them bring it up, but her absence rings through the house, practically begging to be noticed.

However, Scott doesn’t have to creep through the empty house as if it’s no longer his, not tonight. He’s got a sure fire way of keeping the silence at bay: namely, the girl next to him, Malia Hale.

Malia catches him looking and grins. She still smiles like a werecoyote. Malia may have broken free from her permanent animal state, but Scott swears she’s still not entirely human. Right now, she could howl at the moon and make it still look normal.

This being said, he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Sometimes Scott envies Malia for the ease in which she lives her life. Other than fearing death by the hunters as they all do, Malia just goes about her day, sparing no time for inconsequential things like guilt or precalculus. She treads easily on all she’s done, whereas Scott’s conscience threatens to pull him under with every step.

They are growing to be more like each other, though. Scott feels more free by the day, and last week he swears he witnessed Malia help this little kid cross the road. She’d never admit to it, of course, but he knows what he saw.

Right now, he needs her most of all. The night should be his domain, especially with the light of an almost full moon painting his back with thick, broad strokes of white, but instead it just sets his mind to turmoil. At night, Scott has nothing to distract himself from all the stresses currently threatening to tear him asunder. It’s just him and the world, both trying to rid themselves of the other.

Whenever Scott’s worries get too much, though, he glances over at Malia again and remembers that he’s not alone. They’re pulling up to his house now, and for once it doesn’t seem so cold.

Malia makes her way easily through the darkened halls, the product of many, many days spent here. She technically has a home with Derek and Peter and any number of surviving Hales, but Scott knows that she’s still afraid to fully commit to living with them. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to face down the terror of not being exactly what the world expects from them.

Scott opens the door to his room, crosses the floor on increasingly slow footsteps, and flops down on his bed. The moonlight makes it in here even still, refusing to leave him alone. It’s trapped by the shades of his window blinds, though, and can only attempt to reach him through waving tendrils of pale light that stretch across his ceiling.

He watches them bend and wave, each white strand only a few inches wide. They can’t reach him, not tonight. He’s reached home base, he’s not alone. Nothing can touch him now.

Malia regards the faint beams of moonlight too, then turns her attention to poking around Scott’s room. She’s been in here a thousand times, but still forced herself to peer in every nook and cranny as if expecting to find a sachet of wolfsbane tucked behind an ancient third grade spelling bee trophy.

Scott tucks his hands behind his head, watching her with amusement. “Have you found anything different yet?”

Malia rolls her eyes. “Not yet, but I’m sure I will. Look, it’s a natural instinct, alright? Gotta secure the perimeter of a home.”

Scott chuckles. “You’re securing perimeters now? Maybe you should give Stiles some tips, he’s apparently indoctrinated you into the FBI way of life.”

Malia breaks from her search to give him a vexed look, then goes back to her perusal. “And he would love to hear from me, of course. I’m fantastic.”

Scott’s smile grows content. “I know you are.”

Malia turns away hurriedly so Scott can’t see her beaming, but he thinks he can feel the force of it from here, and takes in every iota of happiness that has just crossed her face. Man, he likes her. He likes her a lot.

Scott has finally allowed himself to drop the last of his worries like stones, but his calm is rattled when Malia leans back, a stack of letters in her hands.

“What are these?” She asks. To her credit, Malia doesn’t start rifling through them immediately, although Scott can tell that she’d like nothing more than to do so.

Immediately, Scott remembers, and sits up slowly. “Those are from my sister, Y/N.”

Malia frowns. “Right, your sister. You never talk about her, so I guess I assumed you would never write.”

Scott stands up, walking over so he can look at the familiar written script. “That’s what I assumed too, but she proved me wrong when I got the first postcard.”

Malia’s brow furrows. “Why, did the two of you part on bad terms?”

Scott grimaces. “Something like that. She knew when I got the bite for the first time because it’s practically impossible to hide something like that forever, not from a family member. The only problem is that I didn’t make enough space in my life for her after that. She didn’t feel like a part of the pack, she didn’t even feel like my sister anymore. She left before you came along.”

Malia turns some of the postcards over in her hand, noticing the variety of locations emblazoned on the fronts. “I don’t get it. She, what, didn’t feel included and so she left? That’s not your fault, that’s her being a weirdo.”

Scott laughs in spite of himself, although he assumes he should regret it. “It wasn’t like that. In the very beginning, there wasn’t supposed to be a pack at all. It was just me and Stiles, you know? Then Allison started helping, and Lydia warmed up to us, and once Isaac and Derek came over to our side it actually turned into something. Y/N felt like I had cut her out of my life, so she left before she had to start feeling like an outsider with every other part of her world as well. I still think she was right to do it.”

Malia taps a finger against the stack of letters thoughtfully. “She was jealous, then, of the fact that you were supernatural? Stiles had been here since the beginning too and he never felt like that. I just don’t get why she was so upset.”

Scott rubs a hand on the back of his neck absentmindedly. “Of course Stiles felt like that, he just doesn’t like talking about it. He’ll cover up anything with a joke if he thinks it means people won’t look too closely at what he’s hiding. He’s been turned off of that, though, ever since the Nogitsune. I think he’s terrified that even thinking about being supernatural will make those deaths his fault, because then it would be obvious that he didn’t learn a thing from being possessed.”

Malia nods, sucking in a breath. “And Y/N, where is she now? Why’d she forgive you?”

Scott stares at the letters. He’d been so afraid that one day she would just stop writing, that she’d remember how callous he was and decide to cut him off for good. The letters keep coming, though, and Scott is still so afraid to jinx them.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think she needed the distance to clear her head, and be someone for herself instead of just being my sister. She travels a lot, started college, that sort of thing. Every now and then she writes to me about a pack she found or someone she thinks I should contact if things go supernaturally bad. She’s been very helpful in the past.”

Malia thinks about that for a moment. “So it’s like she is a part of the pack, then. Just really far away.”

After a heartbeat, Scott starts to smile. “Actually, yeah. I never thought about that. I should tell her sometime.”

A voice from the doorway makes both of them startle. “Tell who what? Are you talking about Y/N again?”

Malia makes a face at Derek Hale, who has appeared out of nowhere to lean idly against the open door frame. “It’s none of your business, that’s what. Also, stop jump scaring us like that. Knock for once in your life.”

Derek smirks. He has the same habit as Malia of always flashing his fangs whenever he smiles. “That’s my bad, you guys must not have heard me knock. Malia, I need you for official Hale business. Why are you talking about Y/N?”

Malia shrugs. “Just looking at some of her old letters. Why, did you know her?”

Derek tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks. “In bits and pieces, yeah. I remember thinking the day she left that at least one of us would get to go live their lives free of all of this. You should ask her to visit sometime, it would be good to see her again.”

Scott nods. “Yeah, it would.”

Derek nods back, then tilts his head meaningfully towards the door. Malia sighs, then gives Scott a quick hug goodbye and disappears from the room. Derek lingers a little longer, though.

“You think this is your fault, don’t you? Y/N leaving, I mean.”

Scott sighs. “It is my fault. I pushed her away.”

Derek straightens up from his post against the threshold. “Not every disappearance is your fault. Trust me, I’ve watched enough people leave. Sometimes people just have to go, no other way about it. Y/N did what was best for her. That being said, if you want to meet up again, I think the two of you would be the better for it.”

Scott inclines his head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Thanks, though. I appreciate it.”

Derek smiles. He’s been doing it more frequently as of late, finally letting go of the cold hatred that’s been plaguing him for so long. “Any time. We still look out for each other, right?”

Scott watches the guy go, feeling oddly peaceful. “That we do.”

He listens for the sound of Malia getting into Derek’s car, then both of them driving away. Scott is well and truly alone now, although for once he doesn’t feel it. Instead, he has hope, hope that soon things will be better. He manages to fall asleep fairly quickly, and the faces that once haunted him just make the whole thing feel like a dream.

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chloe-skywalker · 22 days

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Not My Decision - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles x reader sister

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Word count: 1,085

Requested: TW imagine the reader is Stiles sister and u get into an accident and Derek turns u into a wolf and Stiles goes against ur wishes and u get pissed at him for doing so and Peter actually takes care of u - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed the concept behind this request, it was ajoy to write. Maybe a Part 2?

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“Help!” Stiles yelled out carrying Y/n into the hospital. She was covered in blood and therefore so was Stiles.

“Stiles what happened?” Melissa asked as she called a team over with a gurney.

“Just please help her.” Stiles pleaded as he placed her on the rolling hospital bed. He had to watch as they rushed into emergency surgery. Scott had come running in after he had parked the Jeep for his friend. They Both sat down in the waiting room. It didn’t take long for the others to hear about what happened and soon pretty much the entire pack were in the waiting room.

Melissa came out a few hours later with a sad expression. “She’s stable for now.”

“For now?” Stiles asked with extremely worried eyes.

“I don’t know how long she’ll stay stable for.” She hated having to tell Stiles that his sister was basically dieing. Two kids she’s known their whole lives and practically considered her own at times.

“Mom?” Scott stood up with eyes that begged his mom to not say what he thought she was going to say.

“Its not looking good, hunny. I’m sorry. We should probably call your dad, Stiles.” Melissa bit her lip in solace that they’d probably all have to say goodbye.

“What if I could help? The bite.” Derek spoke up, he was very close to the female Stilinski. They were really good friends and if he was being honest he had a bit of a crush on her. Maybe he could save her.

“No. That could still kill her.” Scottt shook his head protesting, not liking the idea at all.

Derek shrugged his shoulders, trying not to show how much the possibility of Y/n dying affected him. “I’m just suggesting. It would be better to try then do nothing and lose her anyway.”

“That’s not what she would want.” Scott argued back. Truthfully he didn’t know if Y/n would want it or not but she would make comments about how it'd be hard being one would make life. Wasn’t that enough? “Stiles, you know that.”

“Do it.” Stiles didn’t care at the moment what anyone thought. He just couldn’t lose his sister.

“Stiles-”

“No Scott.” Stiles turned his head to look at his best friend. Stiles glanced down for a second before he continued. “I know it’s not what she’d want but I don’t have a choice. We don’t have a choice. Plus she trust’s Derek…”

Stiles knew Y/n probably wouldn’t want the bite, not without real thought put into it. But there was more of a chance for her to live. If they don’t do it, she dies. If Derek at least tries she might live.

“We have to try. I can’t lose my sister, Scott.” Stiles pleaded with his eyes.

“If the bite doesn’t take, then we still lose Y/n, Stiles.” Scott tried one last time, but truth be told Scott did think it was worth a shot. Y/n was like a little sister to him, he didn’t want to see her die either.

“At least we tried, because Scott we’re gonna lose her anyway if we don’t.” Stiles stated before turning his attention back to Derek. With a nod he stated. “Do it.”

“Follow me.” Melissa nodded at Derek and he followed her.

It was around 45 minutes before they came back out of the room. This time their faces looked more relieved.

“She's stable and improving.” Melissa smiled, happy to be sharing good news.

“The bite worked?” Lydia questioned the older wolf. Hoping she didn’t have to bury another friend.

Derek nodded with relieved eyes. “It worked. I can sense it. Feel it.”

After all, she was his beta now.

“Good. Good.” Stiles nodded, running his hands through his hair.

“You know she might be pissed.” Lydia looked to Stiles with a knowing look.

“Oh she’s going to be pissed.” Peter stated tauntingly, although he too was glad the girl was going to live. She didn’t treat him like the others.

“Then at least I made the decision that saved her life.” Stiles knew he made the right decision. But he really just hoped she would eventually forgive him.

Eventually everyone went home to get some sleep. Derek stayed and eventually Mr.Stilinski showed up. He showed up just in time when Y/n woke up. He was in there for a while before he asked Derek to come into the room. Which really made Stiles nervous.

Derek left the room not long before their dad did. The two shook hands and Derek left the hospital. Stiles was finally told by his dad that he could go see his sister. For a while the two siblings just sat in silence. Till Y/n spoke up.

“I’m different now. You made that choice for me.” Y/n stated looking down at her hands placed on her lap.

“I didn’t have any other choice.” Stiles stated back. Y/n nodded in understanding and Stiles was grateful that she did. But he still had a bad feeling.

“I need a break Stiles.” Y/n said looking at him with eyes Stiles couldn’t dechirer.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, confused, now sitting up in his uncomfortable hospital chair.

“I’m going to stay with Peter and Derek for a while. I already talked to dad about it.” Y/n explained biting her lip. It wasn’t an easy decision for her to have made but she needed space right now, and she needed Derek to help her learn to control her new abilities. Peter too, oddly.

“Y/n-” Stiles tried to interject but Y/n shook her head.

“I need time to adjust Stiles. To get used to my new life, the changes to my body and mind.” Y/n told him hoping he’d get why she was doing this. Why she had to do this. Y/n loved her brother but this? She needed time. “I also need time to understand your choice for my future. To calm down and be able to control myself. I don’t want to get angry at you and hurt you. You're my brother, we’re closer than close Stiles. We alway have been. But right now, I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Ok” Stiles couldn’t say anything else. She was angry at him and was afraid she’d hurt him because of her anger. Anger at him for the choice he made for her. Even though she was pissed, she was still protecting him.

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disasterfandoms · 2 years

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Sibling Surprise || A Marjan Marwani x Ryder!reader Imagine

Anonymous: “Ahhhh I absolutely love your work! Now I’m not sure if your requests are open but if they are...May I request a one shot or imagine where the reader is Judd’s sister and ends up dating Owen? And maybe they have to keep it a secret and one day he finds out is all like 🤯If not I completely understand, keep up the good work honey!!🥰🥰 (not owen anymore as discussed)”

A/N: This prompt makes me incredibly happy. I don’t write a lot of 9-1-1 LS anymore since I’m not at all caught up, but this request still makes me giggle. Side note: I do not know a lot about Marjan’s culture, so this may seem a little off. However: if I have done something wrong in the fic, politely tell me and I’ll fix it right away!

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This wasn’t how you saw your day going.

Your brother was staring at you and your girlfriend, Marjan, as if he was in a universe where you grew six heads.

“Judd,” you said, waving your hand in front of his face, “You okay?”

He seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head as he looked between the two of you, standing close enough to touch, but careful not to. “This is the woman you’ve been seeing?” He asked you, still in shock.

You can’t help but smile, nodding. “Yeah, this is Marjan.”

“I know who she is!” he hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You looked to Marjan, who met your eyes. God, she was stunning, especially in her uniform.

“I asked them not to,” Marjan answered, not dropping your gaze. “I wasn’t sure how you would react, given they’re your younger sibling.”

He looked between the two of you, wanting to be upset. He knew he couldn’t be, however, he saw how happy she made you, and vice versa. “If I find out you broke her heart,” he looked at you, “I will gwt you.”

You have to laugh, shaking your head as you say, “Thanks, Judd! Know where we stand,” you joked.

Judd rolled his eyes, “I know you’re more likely to hurt than be hurt, I helped raise you,” he teased, laughing when you playfully smacked his arm.

He nudged his head to the kitchen, gesturing for you both to follow. It caused you to breathe a sigh of relief, gently taking her hand as you walked through the firehouse, happy to have been accepted by your big brother.

#marjan marwani #marjan marwani x reader #9-1-1 Lone Star #9111 ls

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theprincipality · 3 months

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About Me.

Hey guys.

I’d like to tell y’all a little about me.

I’m a fan of the MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) and a fan of both the WandaNat and BlackHill ships.

I’m also a fan of Supernatural, Monster High, What We Do In The Shadows, Lucifer, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Bitten and Teen Wolf.

I’m obsessed with listening to the Teen Wolf main opening title song. It’s just so catchy and also in my gym playlist.

My favorite Teen Wolf characters are:

Lydia Martin.

Scott McCall.

Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski.

Malia Tate/Hale.

Melissa McCall.

Eli Hale.

My favorite X-Men characters are:

Anna-Marie Darkholme/Marie D’Ancanto A.K.A Rogue.

Remy LeBeau A.K.A Gambit.

Raven Darkholme A.K.A Mystique.

Kurt Wagner/Darkholme A.K.A Nightcrawler.

Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde A.K.A Shadowcat.

Piotr Rasputin A.K.A Colossus.

Ellie Phimister A.K.A Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

Warren Worthington A.K.A Angel.

Bobby Drake A.K.A Iceman.

James ‘Logan’ Howlett A.K.A Wolverine.

Laura Kinney A.K.A X-23.

Scott Summers A.K.A Cyclops.

Jean Grey A.K.A Phoenix.

Ororo Munroe A.K.A Storm.

Charles Xavier

My favorite MCU characters are:

Natasha Romanoff A.K.A Black Widow.

Wanda Maximoff A.K.A Scarlet Witch.

Maria Hill.

Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark A.K.A Iron Man.

Thor.

Steve Rogers A.K.A Captain America.

Wade ‘fucking’ Wilson’ A.K.A Deadpool.

Vanessa Carlysle.

My favorite Supernatural characters are:

Dean Winchester.

Sam Winchester.

Castiel.

Bobby Singer.

Jack Kline.

Kelly Kline.

The Impala/Baby/The Metallicar.

Rowena MacLeod.

Crowley/Fergus MacLeod.

Archangel Gabriel.

Archangel Michael.

My favorite Lucifer characters are:

Detective Chloe Decker.

Beatrice ‘Trixie’ Espinoza.

Charlotte Richards.

Detective Daniel ‘Dan’ Espinoza.

Archangel Lucifer Morningstar.

Amenadiel.

Eve.

Mazikeen Smith A.K.A Maze.

My favorite Vampire Diaries characters are:

Hope Mikaelson.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

My favorite Monster High characters are:

Clawdeen Wolf.

Draculaura.

My favorite What We Do In The Shadows characters are:

Nandor The Relentless.

Colin Robinson.

Nadia Of Antipaxos.

Laszlow Cravensworth.

Guillermo.

I grew up on 2000s rock since I was born in that era.

I grew up on Prince, Scissor Sisters, Aerosmith, INXS, Whitesnake, Dire Straits, Warrant, Bon Jovi, Bachman Turner Overdrive, Steppenwolf, Belinda Carlisle and Michael Jackson,

I also grew up on Van Halen, Asia, Kansas, Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Soundgarden, AC/DC, Black Stone Cherry, Buckcherry, Metallica, Maneskin, Motörhead, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Joan Osborne, KISS, The Runaways, Blue Oyster Cult, Def Leppard, Alice In Chains and Lynyrd Skynyrd,

And here’s some other notable mentions I grew up on. Ram Jam, Sheryl Crow, Rascal Flatts, Divinyls, Redbone, Judas Priest, Skillet, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Rammstein, Kate Bush, ZZ Too, Kid Rock, Lady Antebellum, Linkin Park, 3 Doors Down, Evanescence.

Simple Plan, Simple Minds, Nickleback, Stan Bush, Foo Fighters, Chesney Hawkes, Carrie Underwood, Jason Aldean, Alice Cooper, Cher, Guns N Roses, Spineshank, R.E.M, P!nk, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Black Crowes, Temple Of The Dog, Nirvana, Tears For Fears, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Survivor, Twisted Sister, Styx, Texas and The Killers.

As you can see, I’m a huge rock fan. But I also grew up on Kesha, Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Ken Ashcorp, Britney Spears, Louden Swain, Shakira, Crash Adams, Artic Monkeys, Ally Venable, Big & Rich, The Interrupters, Annapantsu, Meghan Trainor, Celtic Woman, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy and Taylor Swift.

This is stuff about me I’d like you guys to know. I’ll be back to post more soon.

#marvel mcu #personal #music #rock

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leonheartedx · 8 months

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–––– ✨ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐱 ✨ –––– pinterest ⦙ threads ⦙ answers ⦙ vanity

have you seen cillian 'leon' o'hara around los angeles? the twenty-four year old is usually jamming to lionhearted by porter robinson. word around the city is that they’re warm, yet, they can also be clueless, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a trust fund baby and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with old family pendant . when i think of them, i think of button up shirts, peacoat during the winter, attending usc football games, late night clubbing, sweet grins and platinum amex card. let’s hope the city treats them good!

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 cillian o'hara 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 leon ( by everyone except his family ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁 december 24, 1998 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - four 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 capricorn 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cis - male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 biromantic, bisexual 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 beverly hills, california 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 los angeles, california 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, spanish, some french 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 influencer and trust fund baby

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 michael provost 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 dirty blond hair 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 blue eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 5′8″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 athletic wear, cardigans, button ups mainly white, light blue and black.

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 adventurer ( isfp ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 curious, warm, charming, imaginative, curious 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 unpredictable, clueless, emotional, sensitive, self-isolating 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 football games, hikes, running, working out, photos, filming content, food. 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 chocolate

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 liam o'hara 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 olivia o'hara 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 siobhan o'hara, older twin sister

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 nate archibald ( gossip girl ) , harry potter ( hp series ) , archie andrews ( riverdale ) , rose dawson ( titanic ) , prince wilhelm ( young royals ) , kiara carrera ( outerbanks ) , finn hudson ( glee ) , scott mccall ( teen wolf )

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the o'hara's were one of the richest people in america. and with their wealth, they knew that they wanted nothing more than to create a family and make sure their richest stayed in their family. so when they planned to have a child, they didn't expect that they would end up with two. but it was perfect for the family when they saw that they would have a little girl and boy. after that they knew they didn't want anymore.

their life was perfect. at least as perfect as it could be. but cillian realized that it wasn't as perfect as they made it seemed. most of his life, he grew up with two people, his own sister and the housekeeper. their parents were always so busy with their lives. a businessman and an actress and model, when did they ever have time for their kids? yes, they did their best, loving them, being there for them, but they were following their own dreams.

the kids were always spoiled. and most would end up seeing them as rotten to the core at times. cillian never really liked most people getting close, while his own sister loved people, for the fact that she wanted to be the center of them all. and it was like that during high school when they both went to boarding school up north. and that's when they started to become more individuals.

this was when cillian, known as leon now, came to the realization that he was a bit more of the adventurer, curious about things, and maybe a little clueless at times. his sister was the smart girl, and he was well–– the himbo. and he was known as that, to the public, among his peers, and even online when he started to grow his own following. and it was nice to not try to think 24/7.

things were a little different in college. he was accepted to usc, which everyone assumed was because of his parents name, but really he worked for it. he was smart himself, with good grades, and playing sports, it helped with his application. and the four years he had during college, he found himself even more, especially in his sexuality.

now that he is out of college, with a business degree that he uses well with the combination of being an influencer. he was growing more and more, and he had a community, and followers that adored him. his own merch always selling out, and always doing sponsorships with businesses. he just wonders how long he can make this into a career, and if maybe he could do more than just be a content creator.

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currently has over 20 million followers on tiktok, 10 million on instagram.

has worked with many companies where he does ads for

has been on the cover of teen vogue with his sister and has a close relationship with those at vogue

enjoys going to usc football games even now, big supporter of the team

has a friends with benefits with jc bancroft thats started to lead into feelings being involved.

doesn't know if he wants to keep being a content creator, so he's figuring out what's next.

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CONNECTIONS

she is my other half - whenever someone thinks of soulmates, they think a lover, or a best friend. but for cillian, he honestly believes his twin is his. soul twins, platonic. twins have a powerful connection. and he is glad to know that his twin will always be there no matter what // taken by @diisgustednoiises

the older you get, the wiser you are - this is someone to cillian sees as a father figure. someone that leon feels like he can go to for advice. since his father is so busy, he always feels like he goes to this person to ask for questions about life, and their bond truly feels like what a proper father/son relationship should feel like. // taken by @simongerer

i don't fall in love too easily - leon has always been one to date, fool around, all of that, but he never really lasted in many relationships because he manages to either ruin them when they get too–– serious. but something about the other blond he finds intriguing. maybe because he's the opposite of who leon is, in terms of their upbringing. maybe he craves the feeling of struggle that he has, or maybe he just admires him for making it on his own. regardless, he starts developing feelings that he isn't so sure what to do with. // taken by @oddcnes

OTHER CONNECTIONS

other influencers

old classmates from high school

friends from college

flings/fwb

#○ ′ ✨ don't believe everything the media tells you ‣ pinned #california.intro

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