#Scoot McCall imagine

[kurogabae]

so i’ve been thinking almost nonstop about this post/video and some of the braindead replies to it and one of the things i got hung up on is the whole “stop being attracted to those 16yo chars once you hit 18″ people. like the people who fully think that after being 18 for a few weeks you should fully be able to turn off the connection and affection you have had for a character you’ve cared about for 2 or more years.

now here’s the thing - speaking strictly about live action characters, because that’s largely what gets brought up, that’s the least “problematic” thing for kids to retain affection for. like think about it for two minutes with me. 

(i’m gonna use Teen Wolf (2011) as the example here because that was the last teen drama show i was remotely involved in.)

yes, if removed from all nuance Scott McCall is a 15/16yo high school student and remains under the age of 18 all through the show. however. Scott McCall is not a real person. he is played by Tyler Posey, who was 20yo when he began playing the role and was 26 by the time TW ended. Scott is also a fictional teen being written by real life adults. honestly, he’s only a teen on paper. so if you’re gonna get on someone who is 18/19′s case about still having the hots for Scoot McCute because they’re now “older” than him it feels like an awfully empty argument. and we see this sort of thing in live action a lot. like. constantly.

adults play teens almost exclusively. sometimes the actors are as old as 30 playing 17yo and you wanna tell someone who just turned 18 that they’re yucky for finding that person hot still? fuck right off. teens aren’t played by teens, they’re portrayed by adults and written by adults pretending to be teens. there’s no teenager involved in the process. so maybe get off your high horse of performative whatever the hell and start giving a damn about something that matters. 

i’m sick of seeing this shit. i’m sick of kids terrifying themselves over experiencing completely normal human things. the world is already trying to kill us all. stop making it so easy by going for each other’s throats over every petty, imagined slight and use that energy to do something productive and good.

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[kitchenisking]

100 Fics for A 100 Followers😍 (21-30)

lost without you by ash_mcj - (Rating: G, Words: 8322, sterek)

“Derek,” Stiles whined childishly. He scooted closer to him and grabbed onto his arm to gently shake him. “I need to hear this! I can’t even picture you playing an instrument—never mind singing!”

Derek shrugged him off and nudged him away. “Not happening.”

“But why replace it, if you don’t even play it anymore?” Stiles reasoned. “C’mon, Sourwolf, my life will never be complete until I hear you sing.”

“Tragic.”

“I’ll do anything! Seriously, Derek, anything. I’ll streak across the lacrosse field during our final match, if you perform for us right now.”

[or: derek made the mortifying deal that he would sing and play the piano for stiles if he graduated college... and it finally came around to bite him in the ass] --- Sterek Valentine Week 2021 - Secret Crush & Love Song

Better Than Any Flame by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4027, sterek)

“You've got something on your face,” Derek says, clearing his throat, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the scraggly beard, to get his mouth on it.

Stiles rolls his eyes but he still leans forward to bump a shoulder against his in greeting. “This thing,” he says, petting it. “Scott and I had a bet to see who could grow a better beard.” 

Derek doesn’t even glance over at Scott, who he already knows is clean-shaven; he just holds Stiles’ unnerving stare, trying to figure out the look in those big brown eyes. It's something like innocence, but it's way too knowing, too sure, to be sincere. It's classic Stiles, really. Derek raises one eyebrow at him and strokes his own, better beard, making a show of luxuriating in how full and soft it is. “And you lost so you had to keep yours,” he says finally, fighting a smile. 

Stiles tosses his head back in wide-mouthed laughter, and goddammit, Derek wants to lick, wants to taste, wants to feel. Stiles walks past him on his way to the dining room, patting him roughly on the shoulder, winking again. “I missed you too, big guy.”

Unmarked by nightlight9 - (Rating: T, Words: 2701, sterek)

Derek presses his fingers against his soulmark briefly, studying the familiar phrase in the mirror before tugging his shirt on. He’s spent a lot of time imagining who the presumptuous words belong to, but all he knows for sure about them is that he can’t wait to met them.

Safety in Silence by Survivah - (Rating: Mature, Words: 66901, sterek)

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

When I Find Love by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: T, Words: 7767, sterek)

Written for somniator99: I just want to read a romantic comedy with sterek pairing with matchmaker stiles who trys to make Derek fall for someone else instead they falls for each other but no angst okay …

--

Stiles is good at his job, and he’s pretty sure knew what he was doing.

Every single person he had helped pair up so far was happy and satisfied with his choices. No one ever called him back up after a meeting and told him that the person who they were seeing wasn’t compatible for them at all, and that there wasn’t at least some form of connection. In fact, the longest he had a client looking for their match was about a week before they declared: “this is the one.”

Stiles was proud to say that he could make people fall in love in only a matter of days.

But then again, none of those people are the ever-unsatisfied, seasoned client named Derek Hale, either.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc - (Rating: Mature, Words: 35380, sterek) Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however...

Wait by cutloosemcgoose  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 23431, sterek)

Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. He’s twenty four and he’s alone. No family, no friends, no real pack. He’s six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic. If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him he’s a loser.

Home by coffeeinallcaps - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 18464, sterek)

Derek has bought a beautiful house. Stiles can't stay away. (In which everyone hangs out at Derek's place all the time and Stiles tries but fails not to fall for a certain socially inept alpha.)

One More Again by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 22238, sterek)

When a strange man appears in the Hale Pack territory with an unusual proposition for Stiles and Lydia, Stiles is unable to resist going back in time to stop the Hale House fire. 

Even after a few bumps in the road, Stiles finds himself in the past with one nearly-insurmountable goal - getting Talia Hale and the rest of her family to trust him with their lives.

everything you do [sends me higher than the moon] by crossroadswrite - (Rating: G, Words: 4522, sterek)

Based off the prompt: “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” . When Derek opens his door to see Stiles standing there with four full suitcases, his massagers’ bag thrown over his shoulder, two big cardboard boxes that barely close and his demon cat cradled on the crook of his elbow all he can say is, “Why?”

Not “what” not “what happened stiles” not “get out” not “please let me kiss you this pinning thing is really getting old for me” not “why are you bringing satan into my home”.

Just a simple “why”.

He thinks that is the key question in his life. Just why, in general.

“I’m moving in!” Stiles announces cheerily, dragging a suitcase and little homewrecker inside with him.

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[jessisthepenguinwhowrites-blog]

Stay Away (Liam Dunbar x Fem!Reader)

Hello!

This was requested on wattpad - I thought I would share it over here as well, I figured some of you might like it.

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"Liam - you really shouldn't be doing this!" I scold as Liam climbs through my bedroom window. "Scott might be home any minute now!"

"I don't care, (Y/N). You said you need me, so here I am. I'll always be here." Liam said as he stood up straight and looked into my eyes. I sent a small smile at him, my heart lifting at his words and I stepped forwards, throwing my arms around his neck.

"I love you, Liam," I whisper in his ear. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he buries his face in my neck, "I love you too, so much."

*one hour and a half later*

Liam and I lay in my bed, cuddled up and intertwined with each other. My head laying on his chest as his hand combs through my hair.

"(Y/N)! I need your help with some-" Scott burst into my room without knocking on the door. My heart skips a beat or five as Scott stands in the doorway staring at me and Liam.

"Scott-" I start, he hold a hand up, I close my mouth, watching Scott closely. "Get. Out." He says, almost dangerously calm.

"Scott,  please, I-" Liam tries but Scott's eyes turn red and Liam clambers out of my bed. He sends one last glance back at me before he leaves the room followed closely by Scott.

"I don't want to see you anywhere near my younger sister ever again." I heard Scott's voice travel up the staircase in the all but silent house.

"Scott, I'm sorry we didn't tell you. You have to listen to me though - I love him, and he loves me!" I rush out quickly - half of it probably not making any sense - as Scott walks back into my room.

"Liam won't disobey his Alpha. You- If I ever see you anywhere near him ever again I'll make sure you never see him ever again."

*one week later*

"Mini McCall, what's up!" Stiles cheered happily as he stopped at my table in the library, earning looks and grunts of annoyance from the students around us.

"I'm just studying," I lie easily, in truth I've read the same sentence twelve times and I've been staring into space as I think about Liam.

He won't even look at me in the hallway, the lessons we have together are spent on opposite sides of the classroom and I never even catch a glimpse of him at lunch.

"Cool, you mind if I join you? I was hoping you would help me with biology - it's really kicking my ass this semester."

I shake myself free of thoughts of Liam and begin to explain certain terminology to Stiles.

"There you are, Stiles, I've been looking all over for you" Scott's voice interrupts our studying and with a glance at the time I see we've been working for an hour and a half.

"Oh shit! I was meant to pick up food for my dad! Do you guys want a ride home?" Stiles offers, Scott agrees but I shake my head.

"I'm gonna stay back and study a while longer, I'll catch the bus or something." Scott nods and starts out the library.

I look up from the table at the sound of the door closing to see Stiles still stood in front of me. "I'm not sure what's wrong, but it's obviously got to do with Scott, so I'm going to find out.

"Be careful, OK? Just - call me when you're done. I'll give you a ride home - no Scott." I nodded and Stiles waved as he left.

I glanced quickly around the room, not seeing anybody I let a few tears fall down my cheeks before it escalated into a full-blown meltdown as I let out every emotion from the past few days.

"Dammit!" I yelled, hitting the table with my arm - the fresh self-harm scars stinging slightly from the impact.

*two hours later*

"Hey, you ready to come home?" Stiles asked as he answered the phone, I nodded "Yes, please" I whispered.

"I'll be there in five minutes. I'll text you!" Stiles exclaims before hanging up. I sighed, putting my phone in my bag and packing up all my books and papers.

A few moments later my phone dinged, I checked the screen, 'I'm here!' read Stiles' text. I got up quickly, running out the library and down the hall.

"Hey" I greeted Stiles as I slipped into the passenger seat.

"Scott told me that you and Liam broke up" Stiles spoke into the silence enveloping us as he drove away from the school.

"Did he tell you he threatened - more or less - me and Liam to stay away from each other?"

"Is that paint? Tell me that's paint!" Stiles exclaimed dramatically as one of his hands reached over to grab a hold of my left arm. I looked down to see my sleeve tinted with red, I cursed under my breath as I realised the slam on the table must have removed a couple of scabs covering my deeper cuts.

"is this because of Scott?" Stiles asked, "Liam was helping me through it, but now that we can't see each other anymore..."

I looked out the window, seeing we were parked outside my house. "Thanks for the ride, Stiles" I smiled despite the tears forming in my eyes.

*Stiles' POV*

I said nothing as (Y/N) got out of the Jeep, my mind reeling from the discovery of her self-harm. Once she was in the house I counted to ten to give her enough time to reach her room. before I got out myself, slamming the Jeep door behind me.

"Scott!" I call out angrily as I walk towards the front door, Scott walks out, confusion written on his face as he walks towards me.

"Stiles?" He asks cautiously, I'm running my hands through my hair and started pacing in front of him. "Don't you see it?" I asked angrily.

"See what? Stiles, calm down and tell me what's wrong!"

"It's (Y/N)!" I yelled, stopping in my place and turned to face him. "(Y/N)?"

"She's depressed, Scott, for God sake. She's hurting herself and Liam- Liam, he. He was helping her through it?"

"What have I done?"

#Teen Wolf #Liam Dunbar #Liam imagine #Teen Wolf imagine #Lam x reader #Liam Dunbar x y/n #Scott McCall #Stiles Stilinski imagine #Scoot McCall imagine #Scott McCall imagine #JessisthePenguinwhowritesImagine

[anordinarymuse]

portrait.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : Sirius paints you <3

Warnings : unedited

Word Count : ~700

A/N : this was really cute in my head :3

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“I wish you’d stop that,” you sighed, setting down your book and looking up at Sirius who was sketching you.

It was a perfect spring day. A light breeze brushed again your skin and it was warm enough to wear whatever you wanted. As you sat leaning against a tree, Sirius sat cross legged in front of you. The sun shone in your eyes and you had to use your hand to cover the glare.

“You’re my perfect muse,” Sirius replied, entirely concentrated on the sketch pad in front of him.

“Maybe so, but-“

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”

“It’s not that- I-“ You bit the inside of your cheek. “Fine. Maybe a little. It’s just- What if I don’t like the way it turns out?”

“Don’t doubt my skill, Y/N,” Sirius frowned.

“I’m not doubting your skill. I meant me.”

Sirius finally looked up from sketch and at you, gaze jumping between you and the drawing. He titled his head at you, his long black hair falling off his shoulders. After a few more scratches of his pencil, he scooted to sit beside you.

“Look,” Sirius pointed at his sketch before turning to tuck baby hairs behind your ears. “Can’t you see how beautiful you are?”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled, taking the sketch pad from Sirius and tracing the pencil marks with your index finger. “You really think so…?”

“I know so,” Sirius assured, leaning his head between the crook of your chin and shoulder, gently kissing your jawline. “Besides, I only draw beautiful people. Which includes me, of course.”

At that you rolled your eyes, laughing as Sirius’ kisses gradually traveled lower down your collarbone.

“I’m going to paint it now, so go back to your book,” Sirius said, taking his sketchbook from you and pulling out a thin canvas from his bookbag.

You began attempting to read your book, however you couldn’t focus on the pages with Sirius hyper focused on his art.

You watched mesmerized as he squeezed his little oil paint tubes. Every brush stroke was deliberate and delicate on the canvas. After a little while you moved to lay on your back, simply enjoying each other's company in silence.

It always astounded you how Sirius could be the loudest person in the room, but when he was gravely focused on something he wouldn't make a sound.

"I've finished!" Sirius said, gently holding the edges of the canvas. His gaze traveled the portrait up and down a couple of times before he turned it around to show you.

"It's beautiful!" You exclaimed, adoring the artwork held in front of you. It was the perfect portrait, and you knew that Sirius was extremely proud of it from the way he smirked. "I love it, Sirius."

"It's yours," he grinned, setting it carefully back down on the wood he'd been using as a table.

"To keep?"

"Of course," Sirius laughed, giving you a peck on the cheek. "Oh wait hold on let me just-"

Quickly, he grabbed a pen from his pocket and scribbled at the very end of the canvas, signing his name at bottom:

Sirius O. Black

**********

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[fanficimagery]

A Fangy Fetish

Imagine finally coming home to your family, only to realize there's something other about your little brother and his friends. But that's okay because you're not exactly the same as you were when you first left either. It's a surprising change, but one you're more than okay with after meeting Peter Hale.

Trigger Warnings: Brief conversation about death, an abusive relationship and a brief scene of spiking one's drink.  Author’s Note: Pls don’t ask about the title. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking XD

Passing up the welcome sign to Beacon Hills should fill you with glee since it's been forever that you've seen your mom and brother, but it merely makes you squirm in your seat since there was a good reason you had stayed away in the first place. And now- now you're meeting with them for the first time since you've changed and you're not sure how it should make you feel.

Your mom hasn't moved from your childhood home and as far as you knew your brother didn't have plans to move out until he had completed vet school, so it's not too hard to track them down. There's no vehicle in the driveway, but the opened curtains to the front windows showcase flickering lights from a TV being cast against the wall. Then cutting the engine, you tuck your hair behind your left ear and angle your ear towards the house to listen. After zoning out various noises, you can hear a TV show playing and your mother's familiar voice muttering obscenities when she sees something she doesn't agree with. There's no other voices or heartbeats so you figure your brother must be out.

Exhaling a nervous sigh, you pull down the visor and check your reflection in the small mirror being lit up by two small lights on either side of it. Then after making sure there's nothing on your face or at the corner of your eyes and mouth, you push the visor back up and then make your way out of the car. Walking up the steps to the front path and then the front path to the house porch, you nervously close the distance to the front door. You hesitate only a second before pressing the doorbell and then step back as you hear your mother pause her show and get up to see who it is.

The door opens and you can't help but smile when you see realization set in and Melissa McCall's eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"Hey, mom."

"Oh my god. Sweetheart!" She closes the distance between the two of you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you laugh and return her embrace. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"It was a split second decision," you tell her, letting her pull back and look you up and down to make sure you're really there. "Then I figured a surprise was in order."

She practically beams. "Come on. Come in," she says. "Oh I can't wait until Scott gets home. He's going to be so happy."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see Scotty either. It's been way too long."

Following your mom, you warily eye the doorway before stepping inside and the various scents of your childhood home make your chest ache with memories you had pushed to the back of your mind. Everything still smells familiar, even if there is a new underlying scent that makes you a little anxious and nose twitch.

"So what have you been up to?" She asks. The two of you settle in the living room and she's quick to turn off the TV in order to give you her full attention. "Catch me up."

"Well," you nervously chuckle, "there's not much to tell. School and work have kept me busy, and then there was this guy-"

"A boy?!" She gasps. "Tell me more."

"For a year," you tell her, your smile faltering. "I was with him for a year when I finally realized our relationship wasn't exactly healthy. The break was pretty amicable, but my trust in him was completely broken."

Melissa's mood immediately drops. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm okay now." Your mom looks so heartbroken all of a sudden that you can't help but scoot closer and pull her into a hug again. "Don't be sad," you chuckle. "It's part of growing up. If I didn't go through some stuff, I wouldn't be the person I am today. And let me tell you, I really like the person I am now."

Your mom sniffles. "Well if you're happy.."

"More than," you assure her. "I mean, I could probably use a little more fun between the sheets, but-"

"Y/N!" Melissa pulls back, shock etched into her features. "I am still your mother, young lady."

You burst out laughing, quickly leaning in to peck your mother's cheek. "I know, mom. Just wanted you to stop being sad. It worked."

A moment passes and her shoulders sag. She starts to laugh with you and you're so distracted by cheering her up that you don't hear the car parking outside or the steady heartbeat getting closer and closer. It's only when the front door opens that you freeze, your mom's smile widening.

"Hey, mom, whose car is out front?" Scott rounds the corner and you're surprised at how much your little brother has grown. He stares at you, eyes widening, before a very familiar and very missed crooked smile overtakes his features. "Y/N!"

You're laughing again as Scott practically rushes you, his arms tight around you in a welcoming embrace. He's warm, like really warm, and he has a very distinctive earthly smell. But that can't be right because as far as you knew the werewolf gene did not run in your family's DNA.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asks, squeezing you one last time before letting you go and then putting you at arm's length to look you up and down. He looks between you and your mom, smiling the entire time.

"Thought it was about time I came over for a visit." You shrug. "School is on break and my boss said I needed to cash in my vacation days or I'd lose them."

"I don't even know your boss, but I already love him. If he made you come home, he's okay in my books."

You chuckle, punching Scott lightly on the arm. You open your mouth to reply, but a frantic beeping reaches your ears. You and Scott look at your mom when she frowns, she then walking over towards the kitchen and picking up a beeper. She sighs and looks towards you and your brother, apologetically. "It's the hospital."

"Say no more," you tell her.

"Don't worry. Stiles will be stoked to see Y/N so we'll keep her busy for a while."

"Stiles?" You slowly smirk. "He still a little heathen?"

"Worse." Melissa snorts. "So much worse."

As Melissa gets ready for a shift that has been passed on to her, Scott convinces you to go surprise Stiles who's in town for the week. He hasn't stopped smiling the entire time he's set eyes on you, but every now and then you see his expression falter as he stares curiously at you before shaking off whatever it is and going back to his happy self.

The three of you head outside, you and Scott promising Melissa to be home in time for some breakfast before watching her drive off. You and Scott then climb into your own car, and he happily directs you towards the outskirts of town to a seemingly abandoned building.

"What is this place?" You ask, turning off your car and then climbing out.

"An apartment building. Friend of a friend likes his privacy so he bought the building. The only occupied portion of it is the loft at the very top."

"Nice," you quietly muse as you follow after him. But very quickly you come to a certain realization and stumble to a halt. "So he owns the entire building? Privately?"

"Well yeah," Scott says. "Why?"

"Oh no reason." You try to play it off, nonchalant. "I just- I rather not barge in without meeting the guy. Walking in uninvited is bad manners."

Your brother huffs. "It's just Derek. He won't care."

"Yeah, but I will."

Digging your heels in on this, Scott sighs. "Seriously, Y/N. Derek won't mind. You can wait down here all you want, but Derek won't waste his time coming down here just to tell you to come in."

"Can't you call him?"

Seeing your pout, Scott rolls his eyes but the amused little smile doesn't go missed. "Sure. Fine." He pulls out his phone and quickly presses the contact he's looking for. Phone then put on speaker, you flash him a small smile in gratitude.

"What do you want, McCall?"

"So I have a friend down here with me and she's really adamant that she gets an invite from you before we head upstairs. She says it's bad manners to just walk on in."

The guy scoffs. "Whatever. Come in."

Well that should do it. Hopefully.

"Happy now?" Scott puts his phone away after the call is abruptly ended and leads the way inside. "Now hurry up. I wanna see Stiles flip out." You follow him, briefly hesitating at the main door before exhaling silently in relief when you're permitted entry.

The metal, cage-like elevator gives you pause, but Scott promises it works just fine. So after settling inside and vowing to kill him if the elevator fails and falls, Scott presses the button for the loft at the very top of the building. Once stopped, you're then led towards a sliding metal door which Scott readily opens. Again you hesitate, but cross the threshold with no problem.

There are two men in the loft, one whose movements are very familiar and brings a smile to your face. The other one, the one with the dark hair and scruff, well it looks like he's scenting the air until his hardened gaze lands on you. But Stiles, who'd been preoccupied by tell him a story, immediately ceases talking to see what the problem is. And when his gaze lands on you, his jaw drops open and you can't help but snort.

"Holy shit. Y/N?"

"Goddamn, Stilinski," you muse. "You grew up in all the right places." Scott groans and you laugh when Stiles' awed expression turns a bit smug. From one second to the next he's moving and making a beeline for you, the two of you colliding in a hug which he rocks you side to side in. "It's nice to see you too, Stiles."

"How long are you here for? Dad will be happy to see you."

"Two weeks," you tell him as he pulls away. "And I can't wait to see Noah. It's been ages."

"I'm all for reunions," the guy who you're assuming is Derek says, "but why the hell would you guys let me invite a vampire into my home?"

Scott scoffs, Stiles freezes, and you frown at the new guy. This was not how you wanted the news broken to Scott. Your moment of anger, however, is overridden by the fact that there's no immediate denial of the supernatural from either your brother or his best friend.

"My sister isn't-"

"What are you?" You ask, cutting Scott off, glaring at Derek. "You smell wolfish, but so does my brother. Last I knew there was no wolf gene in our family line."

"Y/N, what?" Scott then asks. "You're not- tell him you're not a vampire."

Your gaze slides to Scott and you smile sadly at him. "I'm sorry. I can't do that." He tenses and Stiles takes a few steps back, and your heart breaks. "I promise to explain everything here in a bit, but tell me what's going on. Please. You don't smell human, Scotty, and neither does Eyebrows over there."

Scott gulps and nods, eyes filling with tears that refuse to fall. "Derek Hale comes from a family of werewolves. I'm sure you remember the Hale family before you left for college." There's a huff and you warily eye Derek as he rolls his eyes. Scott clears his throat and continues. "At the start of my sophomore year, I was bitten by a rogue alpha. I turned."

"Huh. I've never met a wolf that could turn someone with a bite."

"Never met a-" Stiles starts, only to stop and redirect his line of thoughts. "Wait, there are other types of werewolves?"

You shrug. "Well, yeah."

Stiles opens his mouth to retort, but Derek is quick to shut him down. "You can get your supernatural fix later, Stiles. Right now, Scott's sister has some explaining to do." By now he's nearly shoulder to shoulder with Stiles, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you.

The guy's gruff, but since he's not outright threatening you, you don't get defensive. "Um, I died about two years ago."

"You died?!" Both Scott and Stiles yelp.

Your lips press into a thin line as you nod. Scott frowns. "Two years ago is when you stopped coming home to visit."

"I-I had to." You glance at your brother as the first tear falls, but you're quick to wipe it away. "About a year prior to dying, I fell in love with a local. Everything was fine. I was happy," you say. "But as the months passed, I started to realize that there were blank spots in my memories. Some days I'd wake up with bruises I couldn't explain or wake up completely exhausted to the point that I couldn't get out of bed. No one, other than myself, realized something was wrong."

"What happened?" Scott quietly asks.

You sniffle, smiling sadly. "My boyfriend. He was a vampire, only I didn't know it until I was one myself."

"Why only after? Surely you could tell something was up when you were with him," Stiles says.

You shake your head, but it's Derek who says. "Vampires can manipulate the mind. It's one reason my mom wasn't very trusting of them."

"He's right. Our kind can compel people- make them forget something happened or plant memories that never existed," you admit. "As it so happened, my boyfriend was feeding off of me without my consent. And when he took too much, I would pass out and then wake up extremely weakened without a clue as to why. Most of the time he compelled me to think that I was fine- that nothing was wrong with me."

"How'd you figure it all out?" Your brother wonders.

You exhale softly. "I went out partying with some friends. On our way back, my friend lost control of the car and slammed into a tree. I died, but I died with vampire blood in my system." All three guys shift uneasily of learning about the ingested blood, so you quickly explain how it got there in the first place. "When my boyfriend was too rough with me, he'd feed me his blood since vampire blood has healing capabilities. The only downfall of ingesting vampire blood is that if you die while it's still lingering in your system, you wake up in transition."

"Which means you had to feed on human blood," Derek says.

"Yes." Stiles and Scott grimace. "I had woken up in the hospital morgue and found my way to the blood bank. It was- it was a clusterfuck," you admit smally. "I gorged, I cried, and I unknowingly compelled the doctors to make them think that I was fine and then fled the hospital as soon as I could. Fortunately for me, there was another vampire at school. When she realized I was newly turned and I told her what I knew, she felt sorry for me. And since I was a vampire myself now, all my compelled memories started to rush back. She helped me break up with my vampire boyfriend and then took me under her wing. She taught me how to control the bloodlust and introduced me to a witch who made me a piece of daylight jewelry so I'd be able to walk in the sun."

Scott and Stiles appear floored by your story, but it's Derek whose expression has yet to falter. "I have one question," he says. You nod, waiting. "Are you here to cause drama for Beacon Hills?"

"No. Never," you immediately answer him. "I honestly just came for mom and Scott. I didn't expect any supernatural to be here at all or even that my baby brother was part of it now too."

"Okay then." His stern expression briefly falters so he flashes a quick smile. "Then welcome home, I guess."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Thanks. I'm Y/N, by the way. Scott's older sister."

"Derek Hale, co-alpha to the McCall/Hale pack."

"Co-alpha, huh. Does that mean," you trail off and glance at your brother, smiling when his eyes flash red at you. "Cool. The werewolves I know can't do that. They're really only dangerous when they've transformed under a full moon. Other than that, they're as human as can be."

"I have so many questions," Stiles muses.

Derek huffs in amusement. "Don't bother. We have books on other breeds of the same species. I just never brought them out because, until now, vampires never stepped foot in Beacon Hills and we didn't have to worry about other breeds of werewolves." He turns and walks back to a metal table where various books are opened, and busies himself by browsing the pages. Stiles is quick to follow after him and pester him about these so-called books.

Scott steps closer to you, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he smiles sheepishly. "So you're fine?" He wonders. "You're not gonna fang out and drain us of our blood?"

"What?" You snort. "No. If I wanted to drain you or anyone else, I'd have done it when everyone was hugging me and my mouth was literal inches from your throats. I'm fine. You guys have nothing to worry about."

"But you drink blood?"

"I do, although I tend to stick to blood bags from a hospital. If I drink straight from the vein, I only take enough to soothe the thirst and then quickly compel the person to eat a snack or go home and nap."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

You pause. Scott stares at you, and even Derek and Stiles go eerily quiet after the question. You sigh. "Does it matter?" Scott shrugs and you hate you have to admit this. "Yes. My first victim was an accident. It happened when my friend was teaching me how to feed properly and I lost control. It happened twice more, but I was able to save those two individuals before their hearts stopped."

"Any on purpose?" Derek asks from his side of the room.

"A few." You gulp. "The moment a hunter learns you're a vampire, you're apparently fair game. If I have to take a life to keep my own, I will. Dying is not fun and I don't plan on doing it again any time soon." You notice Scott frowns at your answer, but Derek and Stiles hum before accepting your answer as appropriate. And not wanting to get into a discussion of right or wrong, you paste on a smile and change the subject. "So anyway, what else have I missed? Any girlfriends I should know about? Or boyfriends? I don't judge."

Derek snorts and Scott flashes you a crooked smile. "Actually, yeah. My girlfriend and Derek's are out right now buying some stuff to throw a party."

"Oohhh. Do these girlfriends have names?"

"Yeah. Malia and Kira," Stiles says. "Malia's my ex-girlfriend and Derek's long lost cousin, but now she's Scott's girlfriend. And Kira is Scott's ex-girlfriend who is now Derek's girlfriend."

"That is.. weird," you say, chuckling softly. "But cool, I guess, if you guys seem to have no problem with it."

"We're all pack," Scott tells you. "We're more than fine with it."

"And I'm actually dating Lydia Martin," Stiles says, "but she's super busy with school which is why she's not here."

"Lydia Martin?" Your nose wrinkles. "Snooty Martin?"

"Hey!" Stiles quickly reprimands you. "She's not so bad anymore. Not after finding out she was a banshee."

"Hold up. What?"

"Yeah. Lydia's a banshee." He shrugs. "Kira's a kitsune and Malia's a werecoyote."

"Holy shit. What the hell has Beacon Hills come to?"

"That's nothing," Derek says. "If you had been here all along, you'd have seen a lot more than just that. Beacon Hills is a beacon for crazy."

"Yeah. No shit."

What little tension that had been lingering finally vanishes and everyone shares a friendly laugh. But when a newcomer enters the apartment, it has your hackles rising.

"Ugh. Who let a bloodsucking fiend in?"

The elder gentleman that enters is rather attractive, but the scowl he's directing in your direction leaves you scowling back. "Aren't you a little old to be wearing v-necks?"

"And aren't you a little new to be taunting the big bad wolf?"

You hiss. "Do we like this guy?"

Without missing a beat, Derek says, "On occasion."

"Good." Then before anyone can blink, you use your vampiric speed to appear inches from the newcomer, grab him by the throat and pin him to the floor. Stiles and Scott yelp at your sudden movements, but you pay them no mind as you snarl in the wolf's face. "You don't wanna get on my bad side."

The wolf blinks in surprise and everyone seems to hold their breath. You see movement out of the corner of your eye, but since it's slow you don't bother to act on it. Instead, fingers gently touch your face before a thumb brushes on the underside of your left eye where you know small black veins are pulsing. "Beautiful."

You freeze and slowly ease up on the wolf. "What?"

He smirks. "If you wanted me on my back, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask." Derek, Stiles and Scott all groan. "Peter Hale, at your service."

"Y/N McCall," you hesitantly introduce yourself. Climbing off of him and steadily walking on your own two feet, you can't help but knock him down a peg when you see his expression. "And don't look too smug. The other Hale is hotter."

Meeting Malia and Kira was rather interesting, especially when you saw what they were face to face rather than just hearing about it. Seeing Scott and Malia shift almost left you speechless, but seeing Kira left you in complete awe. They had then asked to see you and Malia was the only one to not balk or make some sort of disgusted facial expression when you mentioned needed a bag of blood soon.

Over the next couple of days, Scott manages to convince you to explain to your mom about your new status as a vampire, as well as Noah Stilinski since both of them knew about the supernatural. And since Noah was like a father figure, you, Scott and Stiles got them together for a family dinner where you told them your story. Noah was angry and your mother was heartbroken, but both accepted you with open arms.

Being with your family and your brother's pack brings you a sense of calm that you haven't felt in a long while. You're easily accepted without question and it's like you've known everyone your entire life with how easily they talk with you. Peter, however, is a completely different story. While he's friendly, just like everyone else, he's a little too friendly. You were more than ready to return the teasing innuendos, but then Scott had to burst your bubble by telling you that he was Malia's biological father. Malia, however, is quick to assure you that she and Peter have a rocky relationship and that she doesn't care who Peter chooses to show affection to so long as she didn't have to see it or hear it.

You were hesitant to be so carefree and teasing with Peter afterwards, but the recent lack of male attention had you caving before the week was even over.

"So what happens if your daylight necklace is ripped off?" Stiles asks. It's now Saturday afternoon and everyone is at Derek's, making sure the loft is party ready for later that night. "Do you just burst into flames right then and there?"

"No." You snort. "It starts off as a sizzle and you have seconds to flee to the shadows before bursting into flames." Malia helps you position a keg into a large metal bin, Kira then filling the empty space around it with ice. "And my necklace is spelled. No one other than myself can remove it so I don't have to worry about someone ripping it off."

"I'm not gonna lie, I kind of want to see you burst into flames."

"You're an asshole."

"Actually, I kind of want to see it too," Malia says.

Stiles beams, pointing at Malia and nodding. "See! I'm not the only one."

You glance at Kira and she sheepishly smiles, not even attempting to deter her pack mates who want to see you purposely set yourself on fire. A moment passes before you sigh. "Fine, but you better get me a blood bag or I'm sinking fang into someone's vein."

Stiles is quick to scramble for the kitchen, no doubt making a beeline for one of the few blood bags Derek had tossed into the back of his fridge. You groan but chuckle nonetheless as you look around for the perfect spot and then find it in the corner of the loft just right by the overly large windows. Then settling in the corner with your back against the brick wall, you exhale deeply before carefully reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. Grimacing, you look forward and hold your necklace out for someone to grab. Kira hurriedly steps forward and takes your necklace with gentle hands.

"Jesus Christ. I can't believe I'm doing this." You shakily raise your arm, hand reaching towards the sun rays before your fingers curl into a fist. You sigh, nervously chuckling as you shake your hand out. "Okay. I can do this. It's just a little fire and then I'll heal."

Stiles, Malia and Kira are all eerily silent as they watch you. You're grimacing before the sunlight even touches you and then your whole face is scrunching up when you feel the sizzle before hearing it. Kira gasps and your eyes don't even have to be open to know what they're seeing. Unblemished skin darkening before slowly glowing like burning embers. Seconds later the smoke starts and against your better judgment you hold your ground. At least until you feel your hand igniting in flames and then you're quickly bringing your arm close to your body and patting the fire out.

"Ow, ow, ow." You utter. "Fuck! Give me the blood!"

Stiles is staring at you, wide-eyed, before Malia rolls her eyes and grabs the blood bag from his hands to toss at you. Catching it with one hand, you nod at the werecoyote before dropping fang and biting directly into the bag. At that, Stiles gags. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Pulling your fangs from your snack, you mutter, "Pussy," and then go back to draining the bag.

Stiles gasps in mock offense as the girls chuckle. Your hand had immediately healed after your first gulp, but you drain the bag anyway since you're going to be around a lot of strangers later on.

The loft door slides open and immediately all three wolves wrinkle their noses.

"Why does it smell like burning flesh?" Peter asks. No one says anything, but their eyes slide to you knowingly. You sheepishly smile as you hide the blood bag behind your back. Peter's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"

The heaviness of all their stares makes you squirm. "It was Stiles' idea!"

"Hey!" He barks. "Don't forget about Malia and Kira." Both girls frown at him in betrayal, but he merely shrugs in return. "If I'm going down, I'm taking all of you with me."

All three werewolves sigh, rolling their eyes. Scott and Derek bring in the delicate black lights that need to be fixated around the loft, and the buckets of neon paints. Peter drops whatever was in the brown paper bags he was holding and then saunters towards you. He spots Kira holding your necklace and snatches it from her hands. You subconsciously press your back into the corner, but Peter merely smirks as he unclasps the necklace in his hands and holds it out, waiting to place it around your neck.

"Come on, sweetheart. We don't have all day." Your eyes narrow at his teasing smile and you step towards him so he can put your necklace back on. And since you're facing him, refusing to give him your back, he reaches around you to clasp the necklace at the back of your neck. Then letting it settle against your throat, he untucks your hair from the chain and then gently cusps the sides of your neck in his hands while his thumbs brush along your jawline. His smile drops. "Don't do that again. If Stiles wants to see a fire, let the moron set himself ablaze."

"Hey! I heard that."

You blink in surprise at Peter before he takes his leave, only to see the subtly surprised expression Derek is sporting and the sour expression your brother can't help but show. Malia is indifferent to the exchange, Kira looks rather amused, and Stiles is just put out because he was called a moron. Nothing else is said on the matter, so you quickly flee the corner of shadows and get back to work.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has only just begun by the time you send Malia and Kira on their way. You had painted both their faces with wolf-like features- Malia in blue and Kira in orange. You had also painted markings along their collar bones, and swirls and floral patterns up and down their arms. They were prepared to wait for you, but you insisted they head on out and that you'd join them soon enough.

You're left alone in Derek's bathroom, bowls of paint and paintbrushes scattered along the counter top as you determine what you want. Eventually you settle for neon green skeletal features, jagged teeth painted over your lips. You outline your neck and collar bones, and then stand there while you fan yourself so the paint will dry.

The faint sound of creaking catches your attention and you immediately glance towards the doorway. Peter stands there, leaning against the door jamb. "Love the handiwork," he says. "Are you taking any requests?"

You faintly grin at him. "No because then that puts the pressure on me to give you exactly what you want. But if you want me to paint you a surprise, then I'm your girl."

"Hmm. My girl. I think I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do." Your eyes roll, but the quirk of your lips tells him you're amused rather than annoyed. "Now get in here. I'll try and make it quick." Peter pushes off the door jamb and walks in, getting up close and personal to your back. You think he's trying to make you squirm, but you merely frown when you realize just how much taller he is than you when you stare at him in the reflection of the mirror. "Well this isn't going to work," you mutter. Pushing the bowls of paint and paint brushes aside, you turn around and hop onto the counter. "There. That's better."

"So much," he says while stepping into the space between your knees.

Snorting, you let the remark slide and grab his face in your hands. Turning his face this way and that way, you hum as you determine what you're going to paint for him. "Wanna match?" You ask. Then without giving him a chance to answer, you grab the bowl with green paint and a paintbrush. "We're gonna match, but you're only getting half a face because I really need to get out there and dance."

Peter fights off a smile as you grasp his chin with one hand and then quickly dip a paintbrush into the green paint with the other. The moment the loaded brush touches the center of his forehead, however, he schools his features so you have an unwrinkled canvas. The left side of his face gets the skeletal treatment, but when that's done you can't help but dip three fingers into purple paint and drag them down the unpainted side of his face.

He grins afterward. "Does this mean I can mark you back?"

"I don't see why not. Just nothing on my face."

Peter carefully coats his entire hand in pink before he looks at you, eyes darting up and down as he determines where he's going to mark. He smirks and then gently wraps his hand around your throat. He leaves it there, squeezing just so, and you gulp beneath his hand.

"Ooohh. Don't threaten me with a fun time." His eyes flare blue in response and you can feel your own eyes change in return as he drops his hand and slowly leans in. You put a hand on his chest to stop his progression. "Seriously, Hale. If you mess up all my hard work before anyone has a chance to see it, I will rip your jugular out."

Peter growls and you quickly lean in to snap your fangs right in front of his face. He shudders and you chuckle lowly before nudging him back and hopping off the counter. After all, you had a party to attend.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has a bit more people than you'd expected there to be and even Derek seems a bit surly over how any people are in his home. But the DJ is amazing, the drinks are flowing, and the strobe lights are flashing in tune with the beats.

Everyone is lit up, whether it be their clothing or because of the paint, and you readily slide into the dancing masses. You don't seek out anyone in particular, choosing to dance on your own or anyone who sidles up to you in order to have a good time. But the second they get too handsy for your liking, you're shoving them off and moving on.

You're dancing, swiveling your hips and laughing with a few females who were all too happy to have you join them. You turn around, putting the girls at your back when your hands slide up your neck to gather your hair and hold it up off your neck before letting it fall once more. Your eyes somehow manage to find Peter, but the once teasing wolf looks anything but teasing. In fact, he looks rather pissed. And that- that just won't do.

Pushing through the bodies, you eventually make your way towards Peter from behind and tiptoe so your chin hooks over his shoulder. "So who are we killing?" You muse.

He tenses, but upon realizing who it is he's quick to relax. And without missing a beat, he says, "Two o'clock. Apparently this young man, if you can even call him that, has made the mistake of spiking a drink in hopes of giving it to one of the young ladies here. Fortunately, every female he's tried to pawn it off on has been smart enough to not take the pre-made drink."

His words immediately sour your mood. "Well that just won't do."

Before Peter can stop you, you're falling back onto the balls of your feet and practically skipping towards the guy Peter had been murdering with his eyes. A smile here, a touch there, and whispered promises of a good time goes a very long way and it doesn't take long to have the guy following after you. Then as you're about to pass up Peter with Troy (that was the guy's name, the one who was looking to roofie some poor innocent soul) following you, you flash Peter a wink and mutter follow me just loud enough so that he could hear.

You manage to avoid the rest of the pack as you lead Troy out of the loft and into the hallway, manhandling the all too eager dude-bro against the wall. He's a pretty decent looking dude, but his smug aura and tendency to roofie his potential hook-ups is a major turn off. So you tease him with a pretty smile, leaning in so your lips are just centimeters apart.

"Forgive me. I hope I'm not interrupting."

You pull back, turning half way and grinning at the intruder. There stands Peter, looking like he's not sorry at all. But Troy- Troy is annoyed. "Fuck off, man."

"Well that's no way to talk to your betters," Peter drawls.

"Yeah I gotta admit," you say. "That was a dick thing to say."

Troy glances between you and Peter, scoffing. "Whatever. I can find another girl to get laid by back in the party."

He goes to push off the wall, nudging you out of the way, but your hand lands in the middle of his chest before shoving him back into the wall. "I think not." Then meeting his gaze, you smile cruelly as you say, "Do not make a sound."

Troy's mouth opens as if to tell you off, but not a peep comes out. His eyes widen and Peter chuckles as he saunters towards you. "Huh. Having a vampire around could come in handy."

"So says the werewolf," you muse. Troy struggles against your hand, but he's not going anywhere. Not even when he raises a hand to strike you because Peter reaches out with lightning quick reflexes and catches his wrist. You smirk before looking at Troy. "Now that wasn't very nice. I was just going to let you go after scaring you a bit, but now.."

"Now," Peter says, "I think it's time we give you a taste of your own medicine. Let you know how it feels to have something taken from you without your consent." Troy's eyes widen even more while you and Peter snicker at the spike of fear in his scent. "Y/N, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure." You stare at Troy, willing your features to change right before his very eyes and hissing when your fangs elongate. He renews his struggle in order to get away, but with your strength and Peter's he's going anywhere. "Now this is going to hurt like hell," you coo. "I want you to feel the fear of every girl you ever roofied just so you could get your dick wet."

Your smiling façade drops as you snarl, opening your mouth wider as your head rears back before you lunge forward and sink your teeth into Troy's neck. You feel him stiffen in pain, struggling even more to get away as you harshly drain his life's essence through the wound in his neck. But the second you feel his struggle lessen, you pull back and lick the corners of your mouth.

Peter chuckles darkly as you pat Troy on his cheeks. "Perk up some, will 'ya? I hardly drained an artery."

"Uh, sweetheart? I don't think he can talk."

"Oh. Right!" Catching Troy's gaze once more, you say, "You can make sound again, but you're never going to speak about what just happened. You're going to forget that monsters exist. All you need to know that if you ever see my face or his face again," you compel him while gesturing to Peter who's now standing over your shoulder, "then you're going to remember something terrible happened but you're not quite sure what. You'll just be deathly afraid. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Also, you're never going to spike another drink ever again. If you ever just THINK about taking anything without the person's consent, you're going to get violently ill and remember the pain in your neck from when I sunk my teeth into it. Got it?"

"Y-Yes."

"Awesome! Now, run along. You're no longer welcomed here."

Troy blinks rapidly, his mind clearing briefly as the compulsion sets in. When he sees you again, and then Peter at your back, his eyes widen before he scrambles to the side and rushes for the elevator. You laugh and wiggle your fingers in a mocking wave. Then the moment he's in Derek's death trap of an elevator and is descending, Peter's crowding you against the wall as he dips down so his hands can grab the back of your thighs and lift you up.

Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you have a split second of being surprised before his mouth is pressing against yours, tongue licking into your mouth a couple of times, teasing yours, before teeth pull on your bottom lip as he retreats. You groan, hands finding purchase on his shoulders before sliding back and up, and settling at the nape of his neck. "So, uh, violence really does it for 'ya. Huh?"

"You have no idea." Peter leans in once more, nose brushing against yours and leaving you anticipating his next bruising kiss, but he merely presses his lips softly against yours. You whimper and he smirks. "Now, now. Patience is a virtue." You growl and he chuckles. "Trust me. The last thing we need is to get carried away in the hall and-"

"Oh gross. Seriously, you guys!?"

Peter sighs as you jolt in his hold. You're already staring wide-eyed at your brother, so Peter slowly lets you down before bringing you into his side and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Yes?" He drawls.

Scott wrinkles his nose. "You guys good out here? Stiles said he saw you leave with a stranger and Peter looked a little too happy about it."

"It's fine," you assure him. "Just some guy trying to roofie himself a quick lay." Scott bristles, but your too calm demeanor keeps him from asking questions. "If you're wondering, I just scared him a bit and then sent him on his way."

"Y/N!" He says. "He's just going to go out there and do it again."

"Please," you scoff. "Do you think me dumb, brother? I obviously compelled him."

"She did." Peter smiles. "And it was marvelous. You should have seen it."

"I don't know. It seems to have gotten the both of you amped up so I assume it's something I'd have disapproved of." You and Peter both smile innocently at Scott, and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Either rejoin the party or go somewhere else. Don't have sex in the hall. I have to walk through here."

As Scott disappears, you hum and nudge Peter with your hip. "Well would you look at that. You got the alpha's permission to defile his own flesh and blood. Wherever shall we go?"

"I've got a condo downtown."

"Too far. My car is downstairs," you say as Peter chuckles. "We can take the edge off first and then head back to your place."

"Finally! A McCall whose choices I can get behind."

"Are my choices the only thing you'd like to get behind?" You smirk at him, winking, and then start heading towards the elevator. "Lets go, Mr. Wolf. I only have less than a week left in Beacon Hills and I'd like to find out exactly how rough a wolf like you can get."

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[chibsytelford]

Hold You In My Arms

Requested by @beeroses hello Laura 😍 Do you think you could use the « Hold you in my arms » by Ray Lamontagne with our beautiful Scotsman ?? I need me some massive massive fluff with Chibs right now 💚 Thank youuu and Happy Easter ! 🥰💚

Requested by @mrsmarvelous1995 - Hello, it's me again. Can I request a really really fluffy imagine with Chibs? Like the reader comes from some business trip and Chibby is happy to have her back, because it’s like a rough time with the club. Thank you babe ❤

When you came to me With your bad dreams and your fears It was easy to see you'd been crying

It had been the longest 2 weeks of your life and you missed your boyfriend so much. You spoke on the phone once a day but it wasn’t the same. You could tell he was hiding something from you. His voice was lacking emotion and it honestly tore you apart. You were thousands of miles away, on a business trip for work, and all you wanted to do was return home and have Chibs in your arms, so that’s what you did. You told work you had a family emergency, which wasn’t exactly lying. He needed you, and you knew he would do the same for you. You hadn’t told Chibs you were returning home, as you knew he would complain because he felt like he shouldn’t come before your job, but that didn’t matter. He did. He always would.

You had been praying on the drive over that Chibs was home, and your prayers were answered as you saw his motorbike was parked perfectly on the drive. The gesture made you smile. No matter what, the bike had to be parked in a certain spot or it would ruin his day. He swore he wasn’t superstitious but you always teased him about it.

You quietly shut the car door and headed inside. The house was silent apart from the record player that was on, quietly playing a song that you didn’t quite recognise. You slipped your shoes off and followed the sound of the music. You stood at the doorway of the living room, and watched your boyfriend. He was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling, one hand tucked under his head and the other hand picking at the blanket that was over the back of the sofa.

“Hi” you said as you walked over to him. “I’m back”

Your presence startled Chibs but in a good way. He looked at you and you could tell straight away that he had been crying. “Darlin’” he whispered, sitting up and pulling you into him. You were now standing between his legs and he clung onto your waist for dear life. You rubbed soothing circles on his back and you stood like that for a few minutes, not daring to pull away incase you ruined the moment. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed ye” he softly spoke.

“I’m glad I came back. I’m here now” you pulled away slightly and lifted his head up so you could place a small kiss on his lips. “Scoot over”.

Chibs listened to you and moved over, allowing you space to sit down beside him. “Tough times with the club?” you asked catching him off guard a bit. He didn’t speak about club business much, only when it would affect you or if he was leaving for more than a few days you would demand he told you where he was going and what for.

“Nah love” he shrugged your question off and tried to change the subject. “How was the trip?”

“Filip Telford. You’re not fooling me” you moved right up beside him so your sides were now touching. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with him, squeezing his fingers lightly. “I can tell you’ve been crying”

Chibs said nothing for a few minutes. “It amazes me you know. How you can always tell when I’m not quite myself” he smiled whilst shaking his head. “Aye, trouble with the club” he confirmed. You once again squeezed his hand, indicating that you were listening when he was ready to talk. “There’s a lot of pressure on Jackie boy, and it’s affecting his judgement” Chibs sat back so he was now leaning against the back of the couch. He removed his hand from yours to rub his eyes and run his fingers through his greying hair. “And Juicy, I’m worried for the lad”.

You knew that Juice and Chibs were close. Juice confided in Chibs and your boyfriend did what he could to help. He spoke about Juice a lot, him being the exception of the ‘no samcro talk’ rule. You knew Juice was too pure to be caught up in a club like the Sons of Anarchy, but you felt better knowing he had someone like Chibs looking out for him.

You could tell that Chibs had barely slept since you’d been away. Often, you had to sing to him or stroke his hair to get him to sleep at night. Otherwise, he would stay awake all night thinking of ways he could help the club.

I could hold you in my arms I could hold you forever And I could hold you in my arms Oh I could hold you forever

You stood up, pulling him with you. You then sat back down with your back against the side of the couch, and patted the bit of couch between your legs. Chibs nodded and settled in laying his head on your lap. You smiled at his long legs dangling off the edge of the sofa. You had missed this. You had missed seeing his softer, more vulnerable side. It very rarely came out, but when it did you loved just being there for your man.

You started to run your fingers through his hair, and you saw him instantly relax. “I could stay like this forever” he admitted, closing his eyes and letting the relaxation take over. “No worries, no club bullshit, just the two of us”.

You smiled. “So could I. Here, with you, is my favourite place”

It was Chibs’ turn to smile as he tilted his head up to look at you. “I love you mo ghràdh”.

“I love you too my handsome Scotsman” you replied returning his smile. “I always will”.

Chibs snuggled up to you as close as he could and let out a contended sigh. “Please don’t leave me again love” he spoke softly as his eyelids closed a few seconds later and you smiled as sleep soon took over, and you watched in awe of how peaceful he looked, how innocent he looked. You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as you leaned your head against the back of the couch and closed your eyes too.

@rebelwrites​ @mrsmarvelous1995​ @pancakeisreading​ @justjuiceyboy​ @filipthescot​ @anangelwhodidntfall​ @queenbeered​ @withmyteeth​ @yourwonkywriter​ @starrynite7114​ @est1887​ @kid-from-new-zealand​ @meteora-fc​ @encounterthepast​ @frightfulnite​ @little-diable​ @shelliechen​ @i-love-scott-mccall​ @mayans-sauce​ @queenbeered​ @jadesamhart​ @talicat713​ @destynelseclipsa​ @multiyfandomgirl40​

#chibs telford #chibs telford fanfic #sons of anarchy

[brownshouto]

lmfao imagine being so pressed in 2022 just because people dislike ur shitty fav scott mccall and prefer other tw characters to him 🥴 sis EVERYONE prefer stiles and derek to scoot (including critics, viewers, fans, the actors, the cast and ur bitter overshadowed fav posey.) it's not racism: it's called having taste. it is no one's fault you are forever bitter cause stiles and derek eclipsed scott's bland, whiny, toxic trump alpha ass from day one without even trying. you can die mad about it 🤪

Lmao I don’t even care about Teen Wolf, I see racism in a fandom, I call it what it is, racism. Back when I first watched before I dropped that mess of a show it was so obvious that stiles was bland as fuck but of course you see a mediocre white boy that looks like that weird pink animal from Kim Possible and immediately drool for them 😂😂😂 sincerely hope u get better taste. Also the lack of compassion people have for teens of colour… your racism is showing.

#fandom racism #racism #asks

[niallloverontheloose]

https://madeofstardust17.tumblr.com/post/674076865074528256/okay-but-imagine-this-for-the-teen-wolf-movie

Look at @princeescaluswords @liliaeth channelling their not-so-inner Tyler Posey and harassing OP just because her Hale Family meta doesn't cater to their Scott worship tantrums: 

https://liliaeth.tumblr.com/post/674093473235976192/seems-unlikely-malia-would-probably-tell-scott

https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/674094496694370304/i-want-to-know-why-op-thinks-derek-and-peter-would

Scott McCall stans routinely harass Peter Hale and Steter fans whining "How can you leven ike Peter!? Peter tried to kill Scoot and actively encouraged Liam and Malia to murder Scoot in Season 4!!!!  as if Peter wanting to free everyone from Scott's toxic presence isn't the epitome of heroic.

Peter Hale is a Hero. Scott McDouche and his defense squad can die mad about it 

#submission #anti scott mccall #anti tyler posey

[asterekmess]

I’m so sorry Scott stans are staking your blog, sweetie. (Pretty sure the bitter anonymous troll in your inbox is actually PrinceEscalusWords, since he’s the one who came up with that self insert “Scott is Stiles, Lydia, Allison and Kira’s alpha and authority figure” bullshit.) They see Stiles as Scott’s inferior and an exclusive property of twue alpaha Scott McCall, and they can’t stand the thought of Stiles not submitting to Scoot or choosing the Hales over Scoot

XD I gotta say...if that was an attempt at like...hate mail? It sucked. I literally didn’t even think to tag it #hate-mail because it just came across like someone who had a fucking bug up their nose about my wording on a rant post.

And Man, while I’m here, I wanna address a concept that annoys me.

I keep seeing there being this argument that Scott isn’t Stiles’ Alpha, because Stiles and him are equals. And like, I get the frustration behind it, but that’s just...not the point?

The fact that they’re equals has nothing to do with whether Scott is Stiles’ Alpha, because being someone’s Alpha doesn’t put you above them. Or, it shouldn’t. Yeah, Derek as an Alpha was more authoritative, but you can’t ignore the fact that he’s got five/six years on these teenagers and they have no interest in doing serious things until he orders them to. That includes our boy Isaac. By default, because he’s such a serious dude, he’s gonna end up looking like he’s ‘in charge’ and authoritative.

Yeah, like I said, I think there’s an obedience thing that happens between Alphas and Betas, but not passively? Like, sure if an Alpha roars at their Beta I guess it could make them shift or unshift, but that’s when they’re being as loud and firm as an Alpha can be. The rest of the time, we see clearly that Derek’s Betas have no issues disobeying him.

Whole concept of an Alpha being the fucking god-tier werewolf who controls their minion Betas is just...gross. And boring for that matter. It’s such a Capitalistic way of looking at things. The idea that since Alphas have more power, because they’re stronger, then that makes them better? Ugh.

Now, the concept that Alphas follow ‘the strong must protect the weak’ is so much more interesting. And so much more accurate to actual wolf packs.

For those who don’t know, real wolf packs don’t have Alpha, Beta, Omega concepts. That was a bunch of bullshit based around captive wolves fighting for extremely limited territory. In the wild, a wolf pack is made up of Parents and Children. So, translating that to werewolves would be Alphas are the parents, Betas are their kids. And when you apply that filter, you get a far more interesting piece of the worldbuildling/lore.

Sure, Derek’s not actually the parent to the Betas, but don’t be so literal. Think of Alphas as protectors. i can’t believe i’m using him as an example, but think about Ennis! Remember him rushing into the hospital to see his Beta’s body? Remember how distraught he was? How ‘He’s like family to me”? That was pure protector mode.

Imagine a world where Alphas are hardwired to take care of their pack like they’re family, no matter the age. Imagine Scoot having magically reinforced instincts telling him to never betray, never leave behind, support, protect, defend, his pack. Imagine how much more TWISTED that makes the ALpha pack? How much deeper things could’ve gone?

Needless to say....I’m having fun with my rewrite and ain’t no anons gonna take me down.

#personal #go for it #rant #I always end up in strange places when i start typing #meta ramblings #i guess #Anonymous

[jessisthepenguinwhowrites-blog]

Cute Couple (Scott McCall)

Originally from Wattpad a long, long time ago. Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy!

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Everyone has always said that you and Scott are a cute couple, that you belong together, that you suit each other so well.

So the day when you and Scott were just walking down the street, with his arm wrapped around you, his hand resting on your hip and you had both your hands resting on top of the hand resting on you, and an old lady told you "Oh, my dear! You and your boyfriend are so cute!" it didn't surprise you. "Thank you!" You said as you and Scott smiled at her before continuing to walk to your favourite cafe on the corner. It's special to both of you because that's where you had your first date. "After you" Scott said as he opened the door. You smiled gratefully at him before stepping inside, out of the heat and into the air conditioned room.

You both walked up to the counter and the woman stood behind the till said "The usual?" and both of you nodded. And then there was this blaring noise and you opened your eyes to see you were in your bed, in your bedroom at home. It was just a dream, just a dream of the last time you and Scott were together. You looked to your alarm clock and saw it was time to get up for school. Another day of school without Scott because he, Isaac, Derek and Peter went away. None of them told you where they were going, they simply said "We're going on a- let's call it a training retreat" But that was two weeks ago, 14 days without Scott, that's 336 hours ish, not to sound like a love sick teenager or anything...

After you got dressed and did everything else you needed to do you went downstairs to find your parents had already gone to work, and you saw Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and Kira were sat down at your kitchen table eating McDonalds breakfasts. "Mornin' (Y/N)! Quick, before your food gets cold!" Liam said as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at one of the two empty spaces, both of which were next to each other. You quickly sat down, still recovering from the dream you had, and began eating your breakfast. "So, who's ready for Harris' big test?" Lydia asked and everyone but me, Lydia and Liam groaned. Me and Lydia had spent nearly every waking moment studying for this test, but the others? They all laughed at us both and continued to watch T.V saying that they'd study later, but later never came!

We were just walking through the school doors when Mason joined us and talked to Liam. We all carried on walking into the school and stopped by your locker.

You got your books out and from the corner of your eye you saw Stiles running away, up the corridor, but you shrugged it off, it is Stiles anyway. Lydia then took your books from your arms, and when you turned around to face her and ask her what she's doing, she pointed to something behind you with a small smile on her face. You were suspicious and curious to say the least, so you turned around and saw Scott standing there a little ways away. With a small squeal falling from your lips, you ran forwards, jumping into Scott's arms. He tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. "I missed you" you whispered, "I missed you too" Scott whispered back to you. "Y'know normally I'd say something" You heard someone say, so you opened your eyes to see Coach standing there. "But you two are such a cute couple, and God it makes me sick, but this time I'm not going to say anything" Coach continued and then walked off again. "Thanks Coach!" Scott yelled, and Coach mumbled something incomprehensible and waved his hand up in the air. "I love you, Scott McCall" You said as you looked at Scott's face as he turned back to look at you again. "And I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" he said before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

#Scott McCall #Teen Wolf Imagine #Scott x Reader #Cute couple #Scott x Reader Imagine #Fluff? Idk #Scoot McCall #Alpha Werewolf #Coach Finstock #Gotta love Coach #JessisthePenguinwhowritesImagine

[anordinarymuse]

[request] draco comes home and all he wants is to play with your tits

tits.

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary : request

Warnings : bf/gf roles *not explicit* (bf!draco + gf!reader); teasing; unedited

Word Count : 345

A/N : i want money.

the masterlist.

request here.

You sit watching your favorite TV show, eating popcorn. As you scoop hand-fulls of popcorn into your mouth, the front door alarm goes off and you turn to see Draco entering.

He had called you earlier letting you know he was coming home late. He tosses his briefcase aside and sits down beside you, stealing a couple popcorn puffs.

"What are you watching?" Draco asks, his eyes not meeting yours. Instead, the look down at your tits. You weren't wearing anything too revealing, but it was a low neckline shirt.

"Just a show," you shrug, slapping Draco's hand away from your popcorn. He groans, but not because of the popcorn, which makes you smirk. "My eyes are up here, Draco."

"I know, but what's down there is just as beautiful," Draco says in a half smirk half groan, he lets his eyes meet yours, but only for a second before flickering them back down.

The next couple minutes are in silence as Draco scoots closer to you, proceeding to kiss your neck. You tense and your heartbeat rises as Draco stamps your skin, knowing full well that he's teasing you.

You let out a hollow whine as Draco drags his lips down to your collarbone, getting dangerously close to your breasts. You bite your cheek as Draco uses his teeth to pull down the neckline of your top. Draco smirks as you slowly unravel yourself to him.

"Fuck," you whimper as Draco lets his tongue swirl around your nipples. He then grabs your waist to keep you from wriggling, making you even more aroused.

You try and pay attention to your show, but you can feel you panties soaking up as Draco gently bit at your nipples and licked you breasts.

All senses are lost when Draco brings his lips up to yours, proceeding to knead your tits. You shudder, feeling the shivers as Draco plays with every sensitivity in your breasts. Of course, Draco doesn't stop there and when he starts unbuttoning his own shirt, after all the teasing, you're already thrown into ecstasy.

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[bhadpodcast]

Apparently Stiles can’t be fluent in Polish or know Latin or be an intellectually and academically gifted student with perfect grades (even though Stiles HAS Polish ancestry, CAN translate Latin, and IS an intellectually and academically gifted student with perfect grades in canon) because: “it’s another one of those attempts to make a Teen Wolf character more important than the titular character Scott McCall, who canonically is the most important” https://thehollowprince.tumblr.com/post/624911679088689152/fandom-assuming-stiles-is-fluent-in-polish-yet#notes

Conveniently enough though, the Scott McCall defense squad bullies assuming Scott McCall is Mexican, fluent in Spanish, and recognizes Latin (even though Scott is NOT Mexican, does NOT speak Spanish, and wanted to google the phrase ‘Damnatio Memoriae’ because he did NOT know, recognize, nor can translate a word in Latin) is totes fine and realistic, because it’s all about their “most important character ever” fav Scoot 🤡

Honestly. Imagine being so insecure about your supposedly “most important” fave that you feel threatened by Teen Wolf fans liking and creating content for other characters and would rather obsessively bash/demonize/hate on the amazing characters & talented actors who overshadowed your talentless, irrelevant fav without even trying than actually talk about him… Scott/Posey Stans are bitter whiny babies

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It really is insecurity which is absolutely wild to think about. 

#submission #posey problems #teen wofl #teen wolf #links #PEW #nix nyxie

[incorrectsterekquotes]

just a heads up! rabid scott/posey stan and rl harasser @liliaeth obsessively stalks the sterek tag on both tumblr and ao3 and keeps hijacking teen wolf fans’ original posts with her delusional anti stiles - pro scott “scoot never got into a fight and/or dick measuring contest with jackson or isaac and is totes the pack mom among the lot of them” crap. just block and ignore her before she starts harassing you for refusing to worship the ground her bland, whiny, toxic fav scott mccall walks on

i just went and looked them up and i’ve had them blocked already lol

i can’t imagine how sad your life must be if you feel the need to constantly prove that your character is ‘the best’ and trying to convert everyone else into thinking the same

isnt the point of media havng like everyone kind of pick who they like best/relate to the most or whatever? making your own post if you disagree with someone isnt that hard

#im not even 'anti' scott mccall #i just dont really like his character and some of the choices you made #i like pack mom stiles because stiles would KILL for his pack #pack mom isn't just about being nurturing and lovey dovey and making lunches #what in sexism? #also if u watch the series #anyway my blog makes me happy and im not gonna stop on account of them #Anonymous

[dunbarimagines]

Early Mornings (Isaac Lahey)

I just wanted to thank you guys so much for all the love you gave me on Anchor!! I’m glad you liked it. This is kinda short, but I wanted to get something out to you guys cause it’s been a little while.  Enjoy xx

warnings: none ;)

(btw this is Isaac’s point of view)

Tap.  Tap.  Tap.

I shift a little and sigh, opening my eyes and frowning at the wood pecker that has landed on the windowsill and woken me up.  I look past him and see the first strands of light stretching across the sky, creating a soft pink.  Becoming more aware of my surroundings as I further come out of my sleepy daze, I feel a strip of warmth across my chest and something tickling my shoulder.

There she is.

Lips full and slightly parted and hair spread across the pillow, she looks so beautiful.  And she is all mine.  As this idea dawns on me, my heart swells and I decide to bask in her presence.  I feel like the only time I see her anymore, we are back-to-back, weapons in hand, trying to keep someone or something from killing us.  But here, in the quiet early morning hours, there is nothing to do but watch the slow rise and fall of her chest.  I turn so my body is completely facing her.  Her eyebrows scrunch together and I think she is going to open her wide eyes, but her face returns to a neutral expression and I am free to see every detail as she sleeps.  With just one glance, she wouldn’t be someone you notice right away.  She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup or clothes that cling to her body.  She knows who she is and what she is capable of and doesn’t feel the need to show off.

When I first met her, I had to work hard for even a small conversation. Of course, we had classes together and we talked about the weather, but it took time for her to open up and reveal the things she doesn’t tell many people.  That’s why this morning is even more special.  We are together, in my bed, in the most innocent way possible, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world.

As I’m watching her eyes shift under their lids, I see how her dark eyelashes brush against her cheekbones.  Her face is splattered with freckles and she has a scar under her nose from when she fell as a child.  I lift my hand from her hip and lightly stroke up the curve of her brows and down the side of her face to her chin.  I brush away the few hairs that seem to always make their way to her forehead like they can’t stay away.  I let the pads of my fingers go across her eyelids, down the tip of her nose, finally landing on her lips.  I always come back to these lips.  The lips I first kissed under the Christmas lights in Lydia’s backyard.  The lips she licks when she’s nervous.  The lips she chews on when she is listening intently or thinking too hard.  The lips that distract me from doing homework or paying attention in class.  The lips that opened and allowed me to hear her say she loves me.

I close my eyes and kiss her awake, knowing it’s time to get up for school.  As much as I would love to lay here forever, duty calls.

She stretches out with a squeak and folds herself into my chest, nuzzling her nose in the crook of my neck.  She knows this is my weakness, the one thing I can’t resist.

“Come on, babe, it’s time to get up.”

She yawns and plants little kisses all over my collarbones, trying desperately to keep me in bed with her, where nothing can hurt us.

“Please, don’t make me get up, Isaac.  Just a few more minutes,” and with this plea, she rolls over, immediately stripping me of any warmth our bodies had created together.  “I just need a little longer.”

“Alright, but don’t blame me if we’re late.”  I know I’ll never be able to get this stubborn girl to get up before she is good and ready, so I don’t even waste my energy.  Instead, I weave my arms between hers and pull her closer, my chest against her back.  I watch to see her reaction and she smiles, letting out a relaxed breath.  “I love you so much,” I whisper to her, thankful for early mornings like these.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #isaac lahey x reader #stiles stilinski #scoot mccall #liam dunbar

[livinghostly]

does this make you happy?

scott mccall x reader

not my gif!

words: 1140

request/summary: "for the prompt thing... 51, 65, and 102 pleasee!💖💖"

prompt(s): 51. "calm down! you're scaring me!" 65. "are you happy now? huh? does this make you happy?" 102. "are you... drunk?"

warning: underage drinking 

a/n: hope you enjoy !!

[...]

you weren’t sure what had happened, maybe it was the stress of hunters and unknown beings present beacon hills, but something had changed within scott. things weren’t the same as they used to be, he became more rigid-- even when the two of you were alone. he didn’t really laugh at your jokes or spend much time with you. so, to lighten the everlasting tense mood falling on his shoulders, you decided a movie night was in order.

“if you want, danny’s hosting an open house tonight,” lydia told you when you proposed to her the idea, earlier that day. “allison and i are going, you’re welcome to come with.”

“i don’t know if drinking away his emotions is the right way to go about things,” you told her.

stiles volunteered his house for the movie night, upon eavesdropping on your conversation with scott. you didn’t argue, knowing if anyone else could help scott out it would be his best friend. 

you were headed to his house, not too far from where you lived. the only light sources came from the flickering street lamps and the crescent moon above you. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for you to watch where you were going. it was intimidating, but you knew you were safe, seeing stiles’ home just a few houses, down. if anything were to happen, scott would come and save you.

rubbing your hands together, you made it to the front door. you lifted your hand to knock, but stopped on account of hearing the murmur of your name through the open window. you only caught the sentence after.

“maybe it’s because of everything going, but i just don’t feel happy with her anymore, you know?” that was scott’s voice, full of uncertainty. he was too invested in his conversation to notice the squeaky wood of the porch underneath your shifting feet.

stiles scoffed, “are you serious? y/n is, like, the best thing to ever happen to you. and what would it do to the pack? everything is going to be all tense and awkward and you guys get in fights during the meetings and then before you know it--”

“if she takes breakup out on the pack, then maybe she shouldn't be in it.”

stiles deflated. “so... so that’s it? you’ve already decided on breaking up with her?”

“no-- i don’t know, maybe...”

slowly, you backed off the porch, and away from the house. with every breath, you felt closer to crying, there was a weight now settling in your stomach and a phrase running through your head on repeat.

i don’t make him happy.

the cold nipped at your nose, snot begging to fall over your lips before you wiped it away. you pulled out your phone, dialing lydia’s number. she picked up the phone after two rings.

“hey, lyds, have you gone to danny’s party yet?”

allison held your hand, leading you inside danny’s home, through the crowds of people hanging around, up until the two of you reached the kitchen. every countertop was stacked with bottles of alcohol. all empty containers were thrown in the sink, and when that got to be too much, they were set on the floor.

“what happened to watching a movie with scott and stiles?” she asked over the music. lydia was working on getting you a drink, she handed you something murky in a red, plastic cup.

thinking about him only brought your mood down. you took the cup from her gleefully and sipped. “it’s not even worth talking about.”

“now who’s drinking away their feelings?” lydia teasingly scolded you, but a concerned expression blanketed her when she watched you down the rest of your drink and ask for another.

unbeknownst to you, in your pocket your phone was lighting up with numerous notifications from stiles and scott. thirteen ignored texts, and five missed calls.

you slipped away from the crowd when allison and lydia began to distract themselves with boys dancing in the living room, you didn’t want to deal with boys. you made it to the patio in the backyard, scarce of any teenagers. it hadn’t gotten any warmer since you’d walked to stiles.

looking down at your cup, you hummed. it was your fourth already, and it was almost empty. you lifted it to your lips and let the rest slip down your throat, then squeezing the cup in your hand and setting it down on the grill.

you walked farther in the backyard, letting the music fade away behind you, then taking a seat on the grass. the tears began to slip down your cheeks after you’d been holding them back all night, it felt nice to let it out. you brought your knees to your chest and looked to the sky, looking for the constellations amongst the stars.

down the street, stiles shut the driver's side door to his jeep, hopping out with scott. up and down both sides of the road there were cars parked, almost all attending the party. 

“are you sure she heard us?” stiles asked as they approached the house, looking to his friend.

scott had his eyebrows drawn together, lifting his nose in the air as he searched for your scent. it was faint, but it was still there. “stiles, she was on the porch, i could smell her. and lydia said she was really upset when she called her.”

the drinks you had started to steer your emotions and thoughts, your mind sifted through significant memories with scott, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long. how long he’d been unhappy, how long you hadn’t realized that it was because of your relationship. your eyes were becoming puffy, and you lowered your head in between your knees.

behind you, the door to the backyard opened slowly. it was scott, surrounded by his friends, eyes falling to you in the middle of the grass. secluded from everyone. he took a step out on to the patio. stiles gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before the group shut the door, disappearing into the party.

his steps were slow, walking out to you. as he inched closer your emotions became more suffocating and hard to ignore, the sadness blanketed around him. he made it to your side and hesitantly sat down next to you, pulling his knees up to his chest.

there was silence. you knew he was there, but kept your head down. the tears hadn’t stopped but you had kept quiet, trying to steady your breathing. you weren’t sure what you were supposed to say.

“you should go home,” he said.

“yeah, well, so should you.” your tone came with more bitterness than intended, and your words slurred together lazily. you lifted your head and kept your stare towards the trees in front of you, refusing to look at him. “i came here because i wanted to avoid all this. you.”

“are you... drunk?”

irritability was growing underneath your skin, masking the heartbreak that was tearing apart your chest. it was getting harder to breathe. “are you happy?” you countered. “ are you happy now? movie night with stiles, i wasn’t there to... to muck it up or whatever the hell i do that makes you question our relationship. does this make you happy?”

your fingers squeezed your legs, trying to direct your anger into pain. each word you said dripped with venom, you were full of hurt and your temper was only rising. it made scott nervous, you weren’t usually one to bite his head off.

his next words were slow, he tried to choose them carefully. “calm down, y/n. you’re scaring me.”

“i’m scaring you?” you echoed, narrowing your eyebrows. you turned to look at him, his eyes were full of compassion and pain. tears were scarcely falling down his face. your voice cracked, “i’m scared. i don’t... i don’t want to lose you, but i know i already have.”

“i don’t want to lose you either,” he insisted. “i want to stay friends, it just might take some time.”

“yeah,” you sniffled, then sighed. “but, right now i just want to be alone.”

scott nodded, hesitant for a second before he stood up. he looked back at danny’s house and then down to you, before leaning in and kissing the top of your head. it was gentle, but it caused a swell of hurt in your chest, and you could feel your emotions building again. 

you held back a whimper, hearing his footsteps slowly depart until he reached the inside of the house. it was over.

#scott mccall x reader #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall oneshot #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf oneshot #scoot mccoot #scott mccall #teen wolf x reader #angst #spleen writes

[niallloverontheloose]

Imagine harassing Sterek and Thiam fans and calling Sterek and Thiam "crackships based on violence and no basis in canon" (while conveniently ignoring Stiles and Derek's canon relationship development and all the times Stiles and Derek risked their own life to save each others in canon, of course) while claiming Sceo is totes twue luv and has actual basis in canon 🥴

https://thehollowprince.tumblr.com/post/662412334252376064

"Yes, Sceo is a crack ship. But the difference between Sceo and Sterek is that Sceo is a crackship that has an actual basis in canon that a romantic relationship could be built on" 

Asdfghjkl sure Jan! I mean, Theo canonically put Scott into an early grave and then cheerfully boasted about it in front of Stiles and Malia. (But y'a know, romance?) Theo literally cannot stand Scott, came for Void Stiles, changed because of Liam, and was brought back from Hell by Liam. Theo couldn't care less about Scott and only used Scott to get what he wanted – and no, Theo playing Scott like a cheap kazoo and blowing smoke up Scott's ass throughout Season 5 doesn't count as romance, antis – but you do you I guess *shrugs*

Honestly, the delusional lengths Scott stans will go to excuse their blatant hypocrisy is truly embarrassing. They have already proven time and time again that their only issue with Sterek (and with Steter, and Steo, and Thiam, and with every single Teen Wolf ship that doesn't involve their shitty fav Scott) is that they don't have anything to do with their shitty true flop favorite.

I bet that @thehollowprince @princeescaluswords & @camelotpark are into the so-called "pedophile crack ships" they claim to despise so much too (Scerek), as long as they involve Scoot. Because they stay jealous clowns like that 🤡

Dear Scott McCall defense squad circle jerk,

just say you ship Sceo despite Theo murdering Scott in cold blood (not a crime, but still) because you find Posey and Cody attractive and want to see them fuck and leave Sterek, Steter and Thiam shippers the fuck alone for once.

Thanks 

#submission #anti scott mccall #anti tyler posey