#(pretending to care and weaponizing mason's love to get him to trust him just to stab him in the back ?)

[seventeenwrites]

Catharsis - Chapter Two

-> Group: The Boyz

-> Type: Short Series

-> Member(s) of Interest: Sunwoo

-> Word Count: ~2.9k

-> Genre: angst, fluff, apocalypse au

-> Warnings: alien apocalypse, guns/weapons, blood, violence, death, cursing, female MC

-> Playlist: Hold You in My Arms by Ray LaMontagne; All Right Now by Angel Olsen; Saccharine by Atta Boy; Love & Hate by Michael Kiwanuka

-> a/n: Hey guys! Here's chapter two! Again, I want to emphasize that my goal with this series is to portray a kind of love which transcends any kind of labels we’ve assigned to love (romantic, platonic, familial, etc.). It may seem a bit hard-and-fast, but I think that is a reflection of the world around these characters. When you don’t know if you will live to see another day, when you are surrounded by death and tragedy, you live and you love without regrets, or at least you try your damnedest to.

Catharsis.

And then, fortunately, my eyes opened. Now, this wasn’t fortunate because I was alive, but rather because of the way I was alive. The fire that had separated Sunwoo and I the night before had died, but the coals were still glowing, so that they could easily be re-ignited. Just beyond the pit lay Sunwoo, still sleeping. One of his shoes had been thrown six feet away in the middle of the night, and his left arm was almost completely smothering his face.

Before I had time to laugh at him, a voice interrupted me.

“Oh, Ari! I’m assuming Sunny filled you in last night.” I whipped my head in the direction of the voice, to find the same man who had yelled at us the night before. Jacob, right? When not puffy-faced and half-asleep, he was much better-looking. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes popped out and his cheekbones were raised nonetheless, in a way that reminded me of my mother's face in her youth. Next to Jacob was another man, who I could immediately tell was the leader of whatever this place was. His nose high on his face and his brow heavy, he was reminiscent of a Renaissance sculpture, elegantly beautiful, yet intimidatingly powerful. He was also impressively clean; everything from his ears to his nail beds were devoid of even a single smudge of dirt.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I think so,” I said, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around myself, suddenly self-conscious of my dirty T-shirt and basketball shorts.

“Good. Sangyeon and I are gonna go collect more firewood. There’s berries and nuts in those if you get hungry.” Jacob pointed to a collection of miscellaneous containers by the centermost tent. Wooden crates, mason jars, old metal lunch boxes decorated with superheroes and princesses, even a piggy bank. Resourceful. Smart, I thought to myself. I turned back to the two men, to find that Jacob had already started walking away. Sangyeon still stood before me and assessed me for a few seconds, slightly nodding his head and furrowing his brow.

“We’ll be back,” he said before slinging a backpack over one shoulder and following Jacob out of the camp. I didn’t blame him. If I was running a camp and one of my members suddenly showed up with a random girl, I would be suspicious, too.

As the day got brighter, more of the members woke up and came to greet me, and I got to know more about who these people were and how this place worked. There was Kevin, who came out of the same tent as Jacob, and who was a self-proclaimed genius chef, but judging by the defined musculature on his small figure, he was useful for more than his culinary skills. In the next tent there was Changmin and Chanhee, who seemed to be attached at the hip; they were both lean, perfect for long-distance running. The next tent housed Eric and Haknyeon, who were both robust and muscular, obvious fighters. The last tent was home to Juyeon, Younghoon, and Hyunjae, who entered last and were all visibly athletic, with their long and sturdy physiques. I had finally figured it out. This place was a powerhouse. No Echo would be a match for these boys.

“Always tardy, huh, sleepyheads?” Changmin jested towards the last three to join our circle around the dead fire.

“SHHH!” Eric suddenly play-whispered, “You’ll wake the baby.” He pointed towards Sunwoo’s still-sleeping figure.

“Eric, you’re literally younger than him,” Kevin laughed while trying to catch berries in his mouth, and failing. Hilariously.

“By like eight months!” Eric shouted, a slight pout donning his face.

“That’s pretty significant, if you ask me.” We all looked down at Sunwoo, whose arm was still covering his eyes, but whose mouth was visibly quivering to maintain a laugh. He peeked out beneath his arm to see what Eric’s response would be, but Haknyeon was already holding Eric back.

“Okay, babies. Let’s calm down. Jacob and Sangyeon will be back soon and I’m sure they’ll have food.” Juyeon hushed-- his voice had a way of calming the boys down that could only have been achieved through years of trust and reliability. His voice and the mention of food seemed to lull the pretend conflict, and pretty soon, side conversations enveloped the entire group. I sat and watched Sunwoo. He was chatting with Kevin who was right next to him, and he was laughing at something, his head thrown back. I found myself smiling. Two smiles in 24 hours. That’s gotta be a record.

Sunwoo’s eyes met mine and I felt my heart leap. He excused himself from his conversation and walked over to sit next to me, placing his hand on top of mine. Again, I noted just how soft his hands were. And warm too, compared to the frigid morning air. As if feeling his warmth made me colder, a shiver traveled down my spine.

“Cold?” Sunwoo asked. I nodded in reply. “Let me in there, then,” he said, pointing at my blanket. I opened it and he stuck himself into my arms, grabbing them to close on top of him. He was warm. Physically, but he also warmed me from the inside, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after playing in the snow, or getting a hug from your mom after your first piano recital. He felt like home.

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When Jacob and Sangyeon came back, they were dragging a deer behind them, backpacks chock full of firewood. The boys all scrambled up excitedly; I could only make out random interjections and complaints about hunger from the younger ones.

“You’ll finally get to see me in action, Ari,” Kevin quipped, gathering random tools and ingredients to cook the deer with.

Sangyeon walked up to Sunwoo and I, placing his bag by his feet and looking me up and down, just like he had before he left. Still suspicious of me, I guess. He turned his eyes to the boy next to me, looking him up and down as well, and started, “Go get some water from the stream, will you?”

“Sangyeon, come on! It’s been three weeks already, surely I can do something else?”

“Sunny, I’m sorry, but your legs obviously just not healed yet.”

Sunwoo looked as though he was going to protest again, but Jacob cut in before he could: “Doctor’s orders, bud. I’ll take a look at it again later today.”

Shoulders slumped, Sunwoo dramatically sighed and grabbed my hand, dragging me along with him.

“I’ve been on water duty for three weeks, now. I mean, I understand. They care about me; they want me to be safe, and the path to the stream is clear and short-- almost impossible to get hurt. But like, come on. Three weeks of getting water. I’m sick of this damn path!” He joked, swatting a vine out of his way.

“What happened to your leg, anyway?” I asked. “If you don’t mind sharing,” I quickly added, suddenly afraid that it was too personal.

Sunwoo stopped in his tracks, looking at the ground. I could see the wheels turning in his head, as if he was trying to figure out how much of himself to reveal to me. He sighed and let go of my hand, turning to face me. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at me, the morning sunlight shining only on the right half of his face.

“It was about two months ago. A few of us were out looking for clothes and other essentials. We figured we’d go about ten miles east and get to the city that used to be there, hit all of the convenience stores and shopping malls. But we strayed too far from camp, and we got lost on our way back. By sundown we were in the middle of the woods with no shelter, no food, nothing.

“We were ambushed in the middle of the night. Those bastards were wearing our own faces. We couldn’t tell who was real and who was an Echo. Hyunjae did this to me,” he said, referencing his injured ankle, “Pushed me into a big tree trunk. I forgive him, obviously. It was crazy, and he was trying to protect himself. That same night…” he trailed off.

I could tell that he was about to cry, since he was starting to choke on his words, “That same night, I-- I killed one of our guys. Didn’t know it was him until it was too late, until he was already bleeding red. I shot him. He was flailing around all crazy-like with his knife. I didn’t know if he was him or an Echo, so I shot him. I should've-- I should’ve shot his foot, or his hand, to see his blood. But I didn’t. I got him right underneath the heart. Missed it by a hair. So I held him as he went. For thirteen minutes, I held him. I looked him in the eyes as the life left ‘em and I held his hands as they went limp. That poor fucking bastard, I’m so sorry to him.”

Sunwoo was crying. It was a cry I had never seen or heard from a human before. It was absolutely, heart-wrenchingly tragic, and the only thing I could do for him was hold him. I didn’t tell him that it wasn’t his fault, because he knew that already. I didn’t tell him that he was still a good person, because he knew that already. I didn’t tell him that I loved him, because he knew that, too.

I didn’t tell him that his member was in a better place, because we both knew it wasn’t true.

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When we got to the stream, we were holding hands again. Sunwoo was still wiping tears off of his face with his free hand, but he was smiling again.

“Whaddya say, Ari? Care for a little dip before we head back?” Sunwoo teased, rocking his shoulders as if to say I’m joking, but if you’re down, then I’m really fucking down.

“Fine, kid,” I chortled, “but only because that water looks deliciously crisp right now.”

I turned away to place all of the water buckets on the ground, and when I turned back, Sunwoo was standing a yard or two away, facing the water. He reached down and took his shirt off in a swift and seamless motion, one which seemed to me only men were capable of performing. The sunlight kissed his skin, illuminating its smooth and tanned surface. The shadows of his shoulder blades danced across his back as he attempted to balance on a stepping stone. The gentle slope of his neck blended seamlessly into the crease of his spine which traveled all the way down his back, like a book that I never wanted to stop reading. His arms, outstretched in a balancing act, were lean, yet capable and sturdy shooting arms, slightly different in size as a reflection of his right-handedness.

He turned around to look at me, a wide smile on his face. His eyes were still bloodshot and puffy from crying, and his face still splotchy, but his smile-- his smile was brighter than the light of any sun. I didn’t think I had ever seen anyone or anything so beautiful in my life. I smiled back at him, and I felt my own eyes start to well up with tears.

“Come on, Ari! This stream isn’t gonna skinny-dip itself!” Forgiving his slightly awkward--yet adorable--phrasing, I accepted his challenge, jumping in with him.

As our heads both emerged, we held hands under the water, my thumb rubbing the soft skin of his. He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of my ear, before settling his face into the crook of my neck. And then, again, we felt like nothing more than an extension of the earth below our feet and the sky above our heads.

Catharsis.

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Sunwoo and I arrived back at camp and we were met with ten horrified faces. To be fair, we looked an absolute mess. Our clothes were sopping wet, hanging off of our bodies like rags. As our feet had been too wet to put our shoes back on, we walked back barefoot, as evidenced by the dirt, mud, and scratches littering our ankles and calves. Our hair, like something out of a horror movie, dangling in front of our faces in stringy and curly sections.

“Sunny! What the heck, dude?” Jacob cried, staring in shock at Sunwoo’s now dirty and tattered bandage on his ankle. Sunwoo half-smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, Cobie. You should’ve seen the stream today! It was so beautiful; we just had to swim in it!” He replied, a slight pout on his lips.

Chanhee was sitting at the fire a few feet away, a sly smile engulfing his face. “Oh sure,” he teased, “Swimming. I bet that’s all you two were doing.” He puckered his lips and wrapped his arms around himself, a type of mockery I hadn’t seen since high school. I couldn’t help but giggle at him, even if he was jumping to conclusions, and incorrect ones, at that.

Sunwoo and I hadn’t kissed. We didn’t need to, and maybe we never would. We only needed to hold each other. And frankly, that’s all I wanted to do for the rest of my days.

As Jacob unwrapped the bandage from Sunwoo’s ankle, his smile faltered for a second before he replaced it. I knew that look. I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“What is it?” Jacob looked at me, contemplating, then turned to Sunwoo and sighed. He resumed his faux angry persona from earlier, resembling a loving parent.

“This is why I told you to be careful, Sunny! The wound must have reopened at some point, and you got it dirty when you were out there. It should be fine if we wash it and dress it with herbs, but you’re gonna have to stay off of it for longer-- and no more playing in dirt, for Christ’s sake, Sunny.” Sunwoo looked like a child getting scolded for tracking dirt into the house, but I could see the twinkle of mischief still ever-bright in his innocent eyes.

Sangyeon walked over to us, still as reserved and stoic as ever. He looked me over as he always did, eyes filled with suspicion and piqued interest. He turned to Jacob, who I had figured out was something of a second-in-command.

“We’ve received word of a pack about a mile west. We should head out now, while it’s still bright out,” he turned to look at Sunwoo, still talking to Jacob“This is sort of an all-hands-on-deck situation. Is he okay to shoot?”

Sunwoo replied for Jacob by standing up, still young and eager to prove himself, “I’m fine, I promise! I’m not in pain, and my ankle won’t affect my shooting if I’m sniping. Sir.” Sangyeon looked Sunwoo up and down, slightly nodding his head, then reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

“Don’t get hurt again, buddy. We can’t lose anyone else.” That was the first time I had seen Sangyeon let his guard down, and I even saw a tear slip out of the corner of his left eye. Sunwoo bit his lip in an attempt to suppress the tears he had already let go that morning. Sangyeon was quick to wipe it and resume his cold air, though, and he turned to look at me, unsure of what to do with me.

“What do you mean you received word? And why are you seeking out Echoes? Shouldn’t we be, like, hiding from them?” I asked.

Sangyeon stared at me again. “I hear you’re good with a knife.”

“Not good. Excellent.”

He nodded and walked off, leaving my questions unanswered, to which I looked at Sunwoo in disbelief.

A slight smile spread across Sunwoo’s face and he started walking towards one of the smaller tents, expecting me to follow him. When I walked in, I saw more radios than I had ever seen in my life. Old ones that couldn’t have been less than 60 years old, the ones that were built into flashlights, walkie talkies, even old car radios.

“Kid, what the hell is this?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“This, Ari, is anything that can send or receive signals through the next hundred miles. Over the year and a half we’ve been here, we’ve found all of them.”

“B--But why?”

“So we can get them before they get us. There are lots of us out there, we send word to each other if we see or hear of Echoes that we can’t get ourselves.”

The wheels in my head were turning so quickly, and I still couldn’t understand it.

“So-- So you guys actually… hunt Echoes? You don’t just run from them?”

“That’s right. And we’re gonna keep hunting them. Until every one of those bastards is six feet under.”

It all finally made sense. How organized and resourceful they all were. How skilled they all were at fighting. The hierarchy and positions they all assumed, with Sangyeon at the top. This wasn’t a camp.

It was a machine. An Echo-hunting machine.

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Written for @klarosummerbingo Klarosummer Bingo Prompt: Peach festival

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             Peach jam was not a weapon. Caroline would resist the urge to hurl one of her heavy Mason jars into the smug face of Elena Gilbert as she pretended to care about how she was doing post-Tyler breakup. Because that’s not what that nosy bitch really wanted to know. She wanted to know the same thing everyone else did — why she attacked Tyler in the middle of class weeks after he broke up with her. Caroline hadn’t been back to school since, so those desperate for gossip apparently had decided to corner her while she was working her family’s booth at the Mystic Falls Peach Festival.

           “I’m doing great, Elena. In fact, I bet I’m doing way better than Tyler’s balls these days,” she answered with a vicious smile. When she was feeling depressed or angry about her situation, she just recalled the way Tyler’s skin turned the color of sour milk when she hit his balls with multiple uppercuts. The one bit of good parenting her sheriff mother had provided was making sure Caroline could throw a punch. “If you have follow-up questions, I’d be happy to make you throw up just like he did,” she added cheerfully.

           Elena gasped, doing an excellent impersonation of the pearl-clutching society bitches who loved to look down on townies like Caroline. Caroline gave her a cheeky little wave as she stormed off, almost running into Klaus, another of their classmates.

           Caroline narrowed her eyes at his approach — the timing was suspicious. While they had a couple of classes together at Augustine Prep, they’d never spoken more than a few words to each other. Clearly, he wanted to revel in her misery. She didn’t like how that thought seemed to hurt her more than the breakup with Tyler. Damn it — she’d thought she was over her stupid crush on Klaus.

           At first, she’d been happy with Tyler, flattered even that he didn’t seem to care that she was a scholarship kid from town rather than from an affluent, East Coast family like him and the majority of their classmates. The first time she saw his temper had been after they lost their homecoming game. When he roughly shoved her against the side of his SUV, she hit the back of her head, and the heavy thudding noise seemed to pull him out of his rage. She reasoned that as quarterback, he was under a lot of pressure, and his dad expected him to excel at both sports and grades, so she tried to ignore it. But the next time he pushed her, she slammed into a row of lockers hard enough to make her teeth rattle, and she told him she had enough.

           Klaus’ assessing look gave her pause. She wasn’t sure what he saw in her expression, but whatever it was had him choosing his words carefully. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be here today.”

           “I never miss the peach festival. Certainly can’t afford to these days,” she muttered, unnecessarily straightening one of the stacks of peach jam to avoid his penetrating gaze.

           “What do you mean,” he asked carefully, “are you in trouble?”

           She thought of all the plans she’d carefully made, plans that Tyler had tried to destroy. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she replied stubbornly.

           “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but anyone who was even slightly paying attention knows you aren’t upset about the breakup. Something else happened and I’d like to know what it is.” At the obvious flash of anger in her eyes, he hastily added, “I’d like to know so I can help, I mean. If you’d let me.”

           The pink flush that stained his dimpled cheeks was amusing — and confusing. Was Klaus seriously asking because he was concerned about her? She was pretty sure this was the longest conversation they’d ever had other than the time he’d asked to borrow her notes for World History and Tyler had glared at him the entire time it took her to dig through her backpack.

           The words unexpectedly tumbled out, and the relief she felt made her realize that she hadn’t had anyone to really talk to in a long time. “Everyone knows I’m a scholarship kid, right? But what they don’t know is that it was from the Lockwood Foundation. Then, I broke up with Tyler and I refused to get back together with him even after he did this weird, passive-aggressive begging/stalking while reciting Shakespearian sonnets outside my bedroom window for like a solid week. So, he convinced his dad to withdraw my funding and now I can’t afford to go to Augustine Prep.”

           She noted with interest the way his fists clenched at her words. “Bloody hell. I knew Lockwood was a bastard, but I never knew he’d stoop so low.” He studied her carefully, cocking his head to the side in a way that was more familiar than she’d care to admit. She’d glimpsed it enough times whenever she stared at him in class when she thought no one was looking. “So, what’s your backup plan, then? By now, you’ve had time to construct half a dozen safeguards.”

           “How would you know that?”

           He smirked at the apparent surprise in her voice. “Because I wouldn’t expect anything less from the girl who painstakingly catalogued the intricate, mind-numbing relationships of the Greek and Roman pantheon as her Latin midterm project.”

           He’d been paying attention. To her. The thought filled her with unexpected warmth and she did her best to downplay the silly grin that she was sure she was wearing. Shrugging, she replied, “I’m back to being a townie. I’m finishing out the semester at Mystic Falls High and I’m applying for every scholarship I can find to get back into Augustine Prep next year.”

           There was a fierceness to her voice that she didn’t both trying to hide as she growled, “And even if that doesn’t work, nothing’s going to stop me from going to a great college and getting a first-rate education. I refuse to let Tyler fuck with my future.”    

           “You are fierce and determined and bloody brilliant and I have no doubt that you’re going to change the world one day.” Klaus looked just as surprised by his confession as she did, and the blush staining his cheeks was even more pronounced as he stuttered, “I, uh, what I mean is that...that’s what I plan to tell my dad anyway. He’s on the Board of Directors at Augustine Prep and in charge of discretionary scholarship funding. He can help you.”

           She’d been burned before when she trusted a boy with her future. But Caroline took in Klaus’ earnest expression, heart pounding in her chest as she fought the urge to kiss him for giving her hope.

           Maybe this time it would be different.

[just-jordie-things]

The Boxer - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 4497 warnings: swearing, I think that’s it a/n: based on this song

[ i am leaving, i am leaving // but the fighter still remains ]

Pack meetings were officially deemed the worst, in Stiles’ book anyways.  Not only did he always get talked over, and picked on, but his opinions were never taken seriously.  His arguments and decisions had no effect on the rest of the pack, and it was pointless for him to even try anymore.  But he was too stubborn to give up.

Currently everyone was using the empty Biology classroom as a place for an emergency meeting.

“This can’t be a serious threat” Malia scoffed disapprovingly.  “A pack of omegas? First of all, that’s redundant, even I know that” Lydia shrugged a shoulder and hummed in agreement with the coyote.

“She’s right” She said.  “We’ve handled an alpha pack, and that wasn’t even too difficult looking back.  What’re a bunch of omegas gonna do?”

“Need I remind you of that one who went rogue and tried killing Liam on the lacrosse field?” Stiles asked, crossing his arms over his chest in an irritated way.

“And the way (y/n) took care of it” Lydia said with an amused chuckle.  Then her eyes widened as an idea enlightened her.  “Oh my God, (y/n), that’s the answer”

“No!” Stiles shot down immediately, but the gears in the banshees mind were already turning.  “No no no no no.  No.  I forbid it-”

“Wait..” Scott cut off his friend.  “Lydia’s onto something here…”

“No!” Stiles whined desperately begging them not to go to (y/n).  Anyone but (y/n).

“I mean, if she can take down a werewolf, with no super strength, no claws no fangs…” Lydia began, looking around at everyone for any kind of sign that this was a good idea.  Malia was already grinning, excited about the idea.  “She could definitely do it again, backed up by us”

“No”

“Yeah” Scott said, nodding with a growing smile.  “She’s right”

“No!”

“I agree” Malia grinned.  “I’d love to kick ass with (y/n).  She’s hands down the coolest person in this whole school”

“Hurtful” Stiles muttered.  “But still no!”

“How about we vote?” Scott offered, but Stiles only rolled his eyes in response.

“Everyone else has already agreed, I’m the only one with any common sense around here!”

“All who votes we get (y/n) on our side for this?” Lydia called, raising her hand.  Everyone else, besides Stiles, put a hand in the air.  The boy grumbled and scowled at the banshee.

“Good luck trying” He snarked before grabbing his backpack and bolting out of the classroom.  Like she would ever agree to anyways.

(y/n) (y/l/n) was a badass by nature.  Meaning she was born into it, raised into it.  Her family being a renowned league of hunters, she knew a thing or two on how to get a job done quickly and efficiently.  She was the reason BHHS had started a boxing club, and she solely held every winning title, for the past three years.  The whole senior class knew she was a force to be reckoned with, especially after she beat up her first (and only) boyfriend in front of the entire cafeteria sophomore year.  No one had bothered her since.

But the McCall pack knew there was more to be known about her, behind the scenes.  She wasn’t just good at hand to hand combat and kickboxing, she was especially crafty with an array of weapons, typically used to hunt supernatural creatures.

The first time she’d stepped in on an incident was early last year.  She’d been on campus late that night, boxing practice and some light studying, but she hadn’t expected to see Scott McCall and his girlfriend fighting off a Berserker.  But with a hasty decision she joined in, seeing as they were losing terribly.  With the swiftness of a fox she unsheathed her ring dagger from her ankle holster and threw it straight into the beast’s skull.  Her peers, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, and Scott McCall himself, were baffled, not having known of her second life.

“This,” She’d spoken with an intense seriousness as she retrieved her weapon, “-this is a one time thing.  You keep this to yourselves” She had pointed the blade between the three of them, before sheathing it again and going home.

As soon as Scott had told Stiles of the altercation, he’d grown obsessively fascinated by the girl.  She’d always kept to herself, especially after her… boyfriend incident.  But he’d seen her as an intelligent girl, always assuming she was just a little shy.  But this was a game changer.

He’d gone to school asking questions, having a whole list of interrogating phrases in hopes of hearing her story.  But she wasn’t interested in answering his nosy questions, and didn’t care that he was trying to put together the puzzle that was her.  And after promptly telling him to fuck off, and denying that she had anything to do with the ‘story’ he was making up, Stiles left her alone.

Clearly, she wanted nothing to do with the pack.

But she’d helped them again, in a way.  When the Beast of Gevaudan had attacked innocent students in the library, she’d aided them, brought them to safety, hid Scott’s werewolf features from view, and not to mention, managed to figure out who it had been, Mason Hewitt.

Then she dropped out of their lives again, just like that.  There in desperate situations, and back the next day pretending she didn’t know a thing about Scott and his friends.

Until a week ago.  When Liam had been running laps on the lacrosse field, she’d been staying late as usual, training in the school’s weight room, where the punching bag was.  As she was heading to the parking lot, she’d heard the familiar sounds of werewolf growls, and at the last minute jumped in to save Liam’s life.

And now, she was back to ignoring them.  At this point trying to swear of the McCall pack for good.  All they did was got themselves into trouble, and the vendettas beasts seemed to hold against them only put the people of Beacon Hills into more danger.

So, (y/n) kept to herself.  Training during free periods and after school, getting her studies done at home, and keeping her earbuds in to avoid interaction.  There was no way she’d get involved with a group as reckless as them.

“I think I’ve made progress” Kira said as she sat down at the lunch table next to Scott.

“Oh really?” Stiles asked disbelievingly.  “And what do you think you’ve done?”

“I waved at (y/n) in the hall” The kitsune stated proudly.  “And she nodded back at me” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes.  Surely that didn’t count.

“I’m not sure that really....” Lydia trailed off with a wince, not wanting to admit that Kira’s moment didn’t exactly mean anything.  “I did follow her on instagram today, liked her three most recent photos, and left a nice comment on her recent”

“That doesn’t mean anything” Malia groaned.  “Who cares? That’s just regular teenage trashy stuff-”

“Easy” Lydia scolded as she frowned.  “Did you do anything?”

“I asked her to help us kill bad people” The coyote shrugged simply.  Everyone hung their heads and grumbled, except for Stiles who laughed bitterly.

“What did I say? She’s not just going to succumb to your pitiful attempts at making friends with her.  Trust me, I tried, she didn’t give a shit” He took a bite of his food before continuing.  “She can probably smell bullshit from a mile away anyways”

“He’s probably right” Scott sighed.  “All I did was sit next to her in Bio, and as soon as she saw me she picked up her things and went to a different table.  It was… uncomfortable” Stiles belted out a laugh again.

“You stand no chances.  I’m sure Liam just stared at her before walking away?” Stiles looked to the younger beta for confirmation, but Liam just ducked his head and silently ate his food.  “That’s what I thought” He said with a cocky attitude.  “Now, should we discuss my idea?”

“Have you tried?” Lydia questioned, before Stiles could voice his plan.

“What?” He muttered.

“Have you tried talking to her?” She clarified.  “That was the agreed upon plan, you know” The banshee spoke mischievously and Stiles knew she was already coming up with a scheme.

“Of course not” He said lowly.  “I was the one saying all along she wouldn’t listen to you-”

“Well we don’t know that she won’t listen to you” Kira piped up, only earning narrowed eyes from the skeptical boy.

“Yes, we do, last time I spoke to her? Got the middle finger and an accompanying message.  I don’t think she’d care for any further advancements on my part”

“Maybe,” Lydia shrugged.  “But maybe you’d already gotten a crack at her, and one more and she’ll break, and help-”

“No” Stiles shook his head.  “I’m not going to go pressure her to help us, we can do this on our own” He looked to Scott for backup, but the alpha winced.

“I mean… it’s worth a shot-”

“Scott!”

“She’s got great aim! What am I supposed to say?” Scott asked, raising his hands in surrender.  “I’m sorry it’s just… these things are always easier with…”

“-an experienced hunter” Lydia offered when Scott couldn’t finish.  Liam nodded his head in agreement.

“She did save my life…”

“And mine too” Scott said.

“Me too” Kira added softly.

“I hate you all” Stiles announced, though of course it wasn’t true.  “I guarantee when I talk to her I’m going to get socked in the face and wind up with a broken nose” But the pack smiled, glad he’d decided to try.

“Thank you, Stiles” Scott said, but his friend shook his head as he finished his food.

“I haven’t even done anything yet”

Stiles was standing in the hall outside the gym, tightly gripping the straps of his backpack and rocking on his feet.  He knew that was he was about to do was invasive, and that she wouldn’t take kindly to seeing him in her space.  But this was the only time he could think to speak to her privately.

When he walked through the gymnasium on his way to the weight room, he practiced in his head exactly what he wanted to say.

He took a deep breath before opening the door, all of his nerves spreading through his chest and all over his body he felt he was on fire.  Seeing (y/n) in the corner of the room, going to town on the swinging punching bag, heavy duty headphones preventing her from hearing him enter.

It was both relieving and anxiety inducing, seeing her.

“Uh, (y/n)?” He called, before hitting his own head out of stupidity.  Of course she couldn’t hear him.  So, he walked over closer, until he was in her peripheral vision, and waved his hand slightly to catch her attention.

(y/n), however, had felt the floor vibrate slightly when the door to the weight room door had shut behind Stiles.  She knew she wasn’t alone, but she didn’t think it was Stiles Stilinski who’d come in.

She knew for a fact he wasn’t here to work out either.

Casting him a side glance, she looked him up and down before going back to her workout.  Not giving him another ounce of attention.  Most things go away if you ignore them hard enough.

Stiles wasn’t one of those things.

Waving his hand again, he called her name and stepped closer than before.

Now she spun in place, pulling the headphones to rest around her neck on her shoulders, taking a large step towards him threateningly.

“Why are you here, Stilinski?” She asked, eyes penetrating his soul as she analyzed his every move.

“Uh- I-” Every rehearsed line Stiles had come up with vanished, suddenly his life seemed at stake.  “You wouldn’t kill me on school property, would you?” his words came out a nervous string, and (y/n) rolled her eyes, stepping away.

“Answer the question” She monotoned, hand reaching up to stop her punching bag from swinging.  “Here to make a move like the rest of your friends?”

“Kind of-”

“Get lost”

“You aren’t even going to hear me out?” He asked defeatedly, brows furrowing as he frowned.  (y/n) pursed her lips and shook her head.

“No” She stated simply.

“We need your help, (y/n)-”

“What don’t you understand by get lost?” She asked rhetorically, eyes widening and finger pointing towards the door.  But Stiles still didn’t leave.

“Let me finish” His annoyance began to shown through as he gritted his teeth.  “There’s a pack of omegas out there, that’s why Liam was attacked, and we need your help.  You’ve been the key to a few problems now and we think that with you on our side on this that it can be offer before it’s even an issue”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She said, feigning ignorance with ease.  Lying was a key aspect to being a huntress.  “I don’t need new friends, Stilinski, you can go now”

“Pretending it doesn’t exist won’t make it go away” Stiles said, starting to really test (y/n’s) nerves.  “Will you even consider it? Give us a chance?” She stared at him with narrowed eyes, lips parting slightly as a small smile formed.  Her tongue darted out to wet them before speaking again.

“Like I said, Stilinski, I don’t know a damn thing you’re babbling about,” She whispered as if there were other people there to keep hidden from, but they had the whole weight room to themselves.  “So, unless you’re about to start lifting weights, get.  Lost.  Got it?” Her voice was so soft as she spoke quietly, but somehow he felt threatened by her words again.

“I knew it.  Of course you won’t acknowledge it at all.  I told them” Stiles said, making (y/n) press her mouth into a straight line as her jaw set in irritation.  “If they ask, tell them I tried, but you’re still a stuck up, lying, badass”

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, the door slamming behind him.  Leaving (y/n) confused and angry, punching the bag out of pure frustration.  How dare he come in here and try to pry her open like that, guilt her into helping his pack of animals.  They could handle this on their own, they have before.

But his words stuck with her hauntingly.

The next day when (y/n) came to school, she practically crashed right into Lydia Martin, who was waiting for her to do just that.  The banshee had a knack for predicting things after all.

“Oh, so sorry about that (y/n)” Lydia apologized, resting a gentle hand on the girl’s arm to show her sympathy.

“It’s fine” (y/n) muttered back quickly, already trying to walk away.

“So look, I was thinking,” Lydia continued, her hand on her arm firm and keeping her there with her.  “If you could do my friends and I this one, simple, tiny favor?” Her eyes bore into (y/n’s), round and hopeful, trying to come across as pleading.

“I don’t think I owe you any favors” She shot back, yanking her arm away.  “Never touch me again”

“Alright, fair, that was rude of me” Lydia apologized again, falling into step with the boxer as she tried to walk away.  “Maybe this can be more of an… I owe you situation then?”

“I don’t think so” (y/n) said instantly.  “Leave me alone, now” She added, sharply turning a corner to get away.

What was it with these people trying so hard to get her to crack? It wasn’t happening, they could threaten her with her life and she still wouldn’t help them.  

After wandering back around the halls towards her class, she’d caught sight of a certain tall boy who’d interrogated her just the other day.  And without hesitation she’d grabbed him by the wrist, spinning him around before pinning him against the lockers, arm across his collarbone as she snarled at him.  Just her luck, everyone else had scattered, leaving them alone again.

“Get your friends to back the fuck off of me” She muttered up to him.  “All of you, even the sweet one, need to leave me the hell alone”

Stiles, though winded from the sudden predicament (y/n) had put him in, managed to smirk down at her.

“Don’t think that’s gonna happen, sweetheart” He taunted, which only fueled her frustration.  “See, they’ve come to the consensus that, without you, we’re dying.  All of us, Lydia supposes”

“I already told you, I don’t know what you want from me-”

“Oh cut the shit, (y/n), you have no secrets left, we know you’re a hunter” Stiles spat out.  “What’s the real reason you aren’t helping? Went back to your natural ways? Simply don’t give a shit about casualties?” She pressed her arm harder against his chest.

“Of course not” She practically growled out.  “I don’t owe any of you anything, you don’t get to use me just because it’s convenient for you”

Stiles pushed her off now, catching her by surprise that he even could.

“We aren’t using you, (y/n)!” He hissed.  “We’re on the same side here! You don’t want to get killed, and neither do we!”

“Yes you are! Just cause I have weapons and I know how to use them!” She snarked, an accusatory finger pointing up at him.  “I’m not some prize to help win a war, I’m not going through that bullshit again.  Now leave me alone”

She was going to head to class for certain this time, but was dragged back by Stiles.  What was it with these people grabbing her?

“Don’t touch me” She uttered, pulling her arm out of his hold.

“We aren’t using you, (y/n)” He repeated, but kinder this time.  “We need you, okay? There’s no way we’re getting through this one without your help.  Yeah, you know how to do what you do, and you do it really fucking well, alright? We need that”

(y/n) didn’t say anything at first, just stared at him as she took in his words.  She didn’t want to get caught up in another supernatural versus hunter war like she had earlier this year, but Stiles didn’t make it seem like that at all.  And he was right, her life was at stake because of her interference with Liam and that stray omega the other night.

“Okay” She eventually hummed.

“Okay? As in okay you’ll do it?” He asked, suddenly ecstatic that he’d gotten her to cave.

“Meet me in the library after school.  Tell me everything.  I’ll decide then” She told him, before walking off.

She wondered if this was even worth it.

“I told you! I knew she’d cave to you!” Lydia exclaimed with happiness at the lunch table, making Stiles roll his eyes.  “Didn’t I say? Didn’t I tell you he’d have the best of luck? And I thought I ruined all chances this morning”

“I’m surprised I didn’t” Stiles said.  “Thought she was gonna beat me up or something” He shook his head as he recalled the way she had glared at him when he was pinned to the wall of lockers.  “But she agreed to meet after school-”

“That’s great!” Kira chirped.

“-with just me” Stiles finished, causing everyone to share suspicious glances with one another.  “I really think that we need to just ease her into the idea of helping if we want her to stick around-”

“This can’t possibly work” Malia cut in.  “If she’s only going to talk to you then how the hell is she an ally to the rest of us?” She asked, but no one responded.  “Am I wrong?”

“I’ll come with you” Scott decided.  “It makes sense that I do, at least maybe she can get used to being around me too”

“I don’t know…” Stiles hesitated.  “She’s seriously not good with new people, I’ not kidding I thought I was gonna die-”

“You’re dramatic” Lydia rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand.  “Let Scott go, you guys can figure out a plan, and then we’ll figure out what to do from there”

Stiles looked to Scott unsurely, but the alpha seemed to agree that it wasn’t a bad idea.  

“Fine” He muttered.  “But if she backs out, it’s on you”

“What’s he doing here?” Was (y/n’s) immediate reaction when Stiles and Scott sat down across from her at a secluded table in the library.  Stiles had turned and given Scott a smug look before answering her.

“He didn’t give me a choice” He sighed.  “So, are you in or out?”

“Stiles,” Scott muttered, “It’s not a heist” (y/n) snorted at the comment, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back comfortably in her chair.  If she was being honest, she quite liked the way they were desperate for her help.

“Just a reminder, that your life is at stake here too” Stiles said before she could back out right away.  “They’re trying to track down hunters, they just don’t care if a few others get taken out along the way”

“Is that supposed to threaten me?” She asked, quirking a brow.  “You think nothing’s tried to already?”

“Well… I guess but-”

“I think I can handle a few omegas” She stated confidently.

“Yeah? Well Liam couldn’t handle the one on his own.  You think you’re good enough to?” Stiles snapped, earning a rough pat on the shoulder from Scott to get him to shut up.  “What? I’m just saying, you think you’re top notch? Then take care of it yourself”

“Stiles,” Scott hissed, sure that he was about to drive away they’re only hope.

“Alright,” (y/n) shrugged with a grin on her lips.  “I’m in”

“See, look what you- wait what?” Scott caught himself as he processed what she’d actually said.  “You’re in?”

“Yeah” She nodded, packing up her things.

“Why?” Scott asked.  “I mean, if you wanted to help why haven’t you?”

“Because you’re obviously desperate” She said simply.  “You’ve all been stalking me for the past two days.  And you,” She nodded to Stiles.  “You’re an annoying prick, I’d like to see you try to fight a werewolf on your own” She laughed to herself at the idea while Stiles squinted in annoyance.

“Thank you” He uttered out, but she just smiled and winked with a click of her tongue before putting her backpack on to leave.

“I have training to get to” She stated.  “Let me know when you’re in dire need of my help”

And with that, she’d taken off out of the library.  Leaving Stiles annoyed and Scott  relieved.

“She’s great” Scott said, getting his own things together to head home.  “I can’t believe she said yes, this is great news”

“Yeah.  She’s just wonderful” Stiles responded bitterly.

“Come on, even you have to see the opportunities here.  An alliance? Maybe even friendship? Who knows, this is a whole new avenue and I just can’t believe she’s on our side-”

“Alright! I get it” Stiles mumbled the second half and grabbed his bag to leave.  “I’ll call you later, I have homework” He grumbled.

Stiles knew that (y/n) (y/l/n) was perfection at it’s finest, he knew there was no way anyone could ever taint her image.  But he also knew she was a cocky asshole that was about to use everything against him.

He knew that she knew that he owed her.  And he didn’t like owing people.  So, he planned to make it up to her before she could ask any insane favors.

Using his detective skills he found her insta handle -from Lydia- he stalked her for a while before coming up with some decent ideas on how to make it up to her.

The following morning he started his plan, by bringing her breakfast.  (y/n) spent her morning time in the library, seeing as no one can really bother anybody there.  But when Stiles showed up with a bag of a donut and a bagel, along with the same coffee she was certain she’d posted a picture of on her instagram, she was surprised, to say the least.

“What… is this?” She asked, hesitantly taking the items, hoping he wouldn’t sit at the table with her.

“Breakfast, duh” Stiles played dumb, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her.

“Oh… you’re sitting” She sighed quietly to herself.

“Most important meal of the day you know.  Wasn’t sure if you liked bagels or donuts so  picked one of each”

(y/n) nodded, peeking in the bag and if she was being honest, both sounded great right about now.

“Where’s yours then?” She asked, quirking a brow at his lack of a meal.

“Oh, I ate at home” Stiles said simply.

“As in you ate, went out, bought me breakfast, stalked me to find a coffee-”

“I did not!”

“-and then came into my space- again- to give me the breakfast you creepily bought for me?” Stiles looked like a deer caught in headlights.  She stared at him impatiently for his response.

“I mean- I’m trying to be nice, we’re going to friends here on out so-”

“No” (y/n) shook her head.  “We aren’t friends, Stiles.  You think that you owe me, and you’re trying to make it up with food”

“What-”

“Stiles.  You don’t have to do that” She spoke like it irritated her.  “In fact, please just repay me by letting me have my peace and quiet back, please” She asked him this carefully, hoping he’d just take the hint and leave her alone unless she was needed.  The boy sighed, standing up from his seat.

“Fine” He grumbled.  “But my number is on the receipt in the bag.  You’ll probably need it for werewolf stuff” She nodded, waiting for him to head off.  He hesitated for a moment, but turned to leave.

As soon as she thought she  was going to be alone to have this breakfast, he turned back around.

“But you know what- yeah I’m trying to pay off my debt, but you don’t have to shut everyone out of your life just because you’re trying to stay a badass.  You can kick ass and still have friends.  We do it all the time.  So maybe learn to just suck it up, and make friends for the time being?”

She didn’t say anything, just stared at him in surprise with her hands wrapped around the plastic coffee cup.

“I’m tracing their steps tonight with Malia,” He informed her.  “If you decide you want to come, you have the number”

And then he left.

She wasn’t exactly sure what that was all about, but enjoyed the breakfast nonetheless.  It was kind of sweet after all.

part two coming soon :)

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Mythical Creature//Scott McCall - Part 5

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, Mason Hewitt, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Reader.

You sat on the bed with your legs crossed. You tried with all your might to look distressed. You heard banging downstairs, a lot of growling too. It didn’t bother you much, you were used to it.

The hardest part of trying to get into Scott’s pack was playing a teenager. You felt like it was beneath you. You loved being a teenager, it was the best years of your life. The only problem with it was that no one appreciates class in teenagers. You were practically royalty in some parts of the world, so naturally, you had a hard time trying to blend in.

“Y/N.” Scott breathed out, the bedroom door standing wide open.

“Scott, are you okay? What the hell happened?” You jump off the bed.

“Let me explain.” He sighs, “Come with me.”

He leads you downstairs were everyone but Lydia was sitting.

You sit down, everyone looking at your expectantly.

“So…this is going to sound strange. You have to trust us, okay?” Scott looks into your eyes.

You tried as hard as you could to not roll yours. Yeah, yeah. You’re a werewolf, get on with it already.

“Okay?” You bite your lip.

“I’m a werewolf.” He states.

“Haha. Very funny. Is this why you brought me out here? Some kind of hazing?” You roll your eyes.

“No..I’m serious. Isaac and Liam are too.”

“Wait, you’re serious?”

He nods and you let your jaw hang. “So, this is like a thing? Werewolves exist?” You look to Isaac, somehow the look on his face makes you feel like you should tell the truth too.

“What is everyone else then?”

“Well, I’m a werecoyote.” Malia says.

A werecoyote. That’s why you picked up on something different.

“What?”

“Same concept, she just is a coyote instead of a wolf.” Stiles shrugs.

“Well what are you?” You ask him.

“I was possessed for awhile. I’m fine now.”

“So, you’re human?” You ask. He nods and you sigh. “At least someone is.”

“To be fair, I am too.” Mason raises an eyebrow.

“Nice to know I’m not alone then…what’s Lydia?”

“A banshee.” Scott mutters. You’d love to have a banshee on your side. They’re some of the most powerful supernatural beings yet.

“A what?” You cross your arms.

“Banshee. You know, screams are her weapon, she can sense death.” Stiles adds.

“Oh, fantastic. And I was freaked out because you thought I murdered my ex-boyfriend.” You sigh and bury your head in your hands.

“Sorry for that, by the way.” Stiles says.

“Looks like there’s bigger things to worry about.” You shrug. You stay quiet for a moment. “Werewolves?” Everyone nods.

“I think I’m going to go to bed…y'know, process this.”

“Fair enough.” Liam says.

You go upstairs and shut the door behind you. You decide to play a little, knowing Isaac would respectfully keep his distance. You strip down to your underwear, deciding to sleep in just that.

You wake up the next morning, Isaac lying next to you on his phone.

“Hey.” You smile at him as you roll out of bed. You feel his eyes burning into your backside.

“Hey. How are you feeling about everything?”

You turn to face him, his eyes too focused above your chest. “Oh, better. I guess it’s just a lot to take in.” You shrug.

“I get it. I was bit and didn’t really have a lot of time to process it.”

“Is Scott, like, in charge?“You slip into the attached bathroom.

"Yeah, he’s the alpha.”

“The alpha, huh? This is so strange.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

You come out of the bathroom dressed. “I’ll meet you downstairs?” He nods and you head out.

“Hey,” Scott stands as you enter the room.

“Hey,” You give him a small smile.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just going to take me a bit.”

Lydia appears next to you, “So you found out. I told Stiles it wouldn’t take long.”

“How are you not in bed with a bottle of aspirin? You drank a ton.” You ask.

“I recover well. I’ve never had a hangover.”

“That’s amazing.” You laugh as you sit down at the counter.

“You know what’s amazing? You are always in heels.” Lydia looks at your feet.

“Oh, I just like heels.” You shrug. You were wearing nude stilettos, your usual.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“It comes from your mom being a freak about being a lady.” You shrug as you grab a banana.

“Huh.” Lydia smiles as she looks at you, an expression you can’t pick up on plastered on her face. Weird.

You decide that evening to go to one of the clubs around. You dressed to the nines, the slinky black dress you’d packed came in handy. You put big curls in your hair and perfected you makeup. You loved when you dressed up, it made you feel empowered. You strapped your tall red peep-toes on and sauntered downstairs. You felt amazing

"You said they don’t card, right?”

“You look hot.” She grins. “And no, never.”

“Thanks.” You smile, grabbing your bag off the counter. Your phone buzzed and you hurriedly picked it up. It was Adelia, the second in command in your coven. You slipped into the bathroom, turning the water on so none of the wolves could here you.

“What is it? I told you not to contact me, I’d call you.”

“I know, Y/N. There’s a problem.”

“What now?”

“Brandon.”

“I killed Brandon, that’s impossible.”

“No, not Brandon. Brandon’s sister, Jaclyn.”

You sigh, “Adelia, Brandon killed Jaclyn a long time ago. We did it together, in fact. Quite romantic.”

“Well, you may want to think back on that because I’m looking right at her.”

“Hello, Y/N.” You heard Jaclyn say, the nasally voice making you cringe.

“I thought your brother got rid of you for good. Looks like when you rid yourself of one, the other comes right back. You really are a quite a nuisance, you know?” You’re terrified, you couldn’t let her know.

“Sweetie, I’d watch your back. It’d be a shame if someone swooped your coven up while you were away. Adelia here tells me they feel quite neglected.”

“Is that right? I may have to find myself a new coven.”

“This is just a warning, Y/N. I’ll be in touch.” The line goes dead and your left in shock. You have to go out and pretend you’re fine.

You look in the mirror and stare at yourself for a moment before composing yourself. You leave the room, joining everyone in the living room.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Malia says. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Thanks for asking.” You smile. You glance at Scott as he gives you a once over. He raises an eyebrow and smiles at you.

Once at the club, you notice Stiles and Scott split up from the group. Perfect.

“Isaac, come dance with me.” You grab his hand. He smiles and follows you onto the dance floor. Both him and Scott looked hot tonight. You felt drawn to Scott, Isaac merely a pawn in your game.

The two of you dance, your back pressed to his front as you move to the beat of the loud music pumping.

“You look incredibly sexy tonight.” He whispers in your ear.

You smirk, pressing up against him even more before turning to face him. “I could say the same to you.”

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he slides his hands down to your waist.

“Yeah.” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes before pressing your lips to his. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. He bites your bottom lip, tugging on it ever so slightly.

“Isaac.” You whisper, pulling away.

“Y/N.” The crooked smile on his mouth looks even hotter when your lipstick is smeared across it.

“Come with me.” You lead him to a wall behind the bar, hidden but in plain sight.

He picks you up and pushes you against the wall, resuming the heated kiss you just shared. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging on his curly locks as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Scott says. Isaac quickly puts you down and you see the rage flowing through Scott’s veins.

“Isaac, did I not already tell you not to do this?”

“Scott, I’m sorry…I just cou-”

“Shut up!” You see his eyes turn red, his transformation slowly happening. He throw Isaac against the wall, making you gasp.

“Scott!”

“I told you, Isaac. You know what this means to me.”

“You’ve known her a week!”

“That’s all it takes, Jesus Isaac.” He pushes him into the wall even harder.

You rush over, trying to pull Scott off of Isaac. “Scott, please. It was my fault.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“Scott.” You say, your voice dropping an octave. He turned to look at you, quickly changing back to human. He let go of Isaac as he turned to face you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You loved that you could control everyone. You were basically, the alpha to the alpha’s. You could control every supernatural creature with the sound of your voice. It’s one of the perks of being your kind.

“Scott, I kissed him. I’m sorry, Isaac.” You glance at Isaac, who’s still lying on the floor.

He throws his hand up, “It’s fine.”

“Scott, why are you so angry?” You look up into his eyes.

“I care about you, Y/N. I’m just trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting. I know I’m just a human, but I’m strong, okay? I don’t need the big bad alpha to take care of me.”

He nods, taking your hand. “I’m sorry.”

And that was how you got Scott McCall to trust you. You learned it years ago. The way to get a werewolf to trust you, was to make them weak, angry. Then you fixed them. You calm them down, say things to stroke their ego and you’re in. It’s as simple as that.

The next thing on your agenda was to take care of Jaclyn Black; and to do it quickly.