#Stiles only wants to see what's outside of the walls :( and help with experimenting on titans. but that only a little

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"Why did you choose to join the Scouts, anyway?" it was a question that has been bugging Stiles for awhile now, ever since that night.

"I mean, don't get me wrong-" he began before Derek could get any words out, "- but you never made any indication that you would join Scouts. It doesn't make sense, you're in the top ten. The Big Ten. You know, the elite ones who get the secret third option?? Why not join Lydia and finally live an easy life? If I were you- like, with your life story and everything not just your body and flexibility which, by the way, should be illegal- I would have chosen that. Give myself a break, you know?"

It wasn't until then that Derek regarded Stiles with his attention. There was something in his eyes, an intensity that Stiles would sometimes catch glimpses of any now and then but it has never been pushed so forward into his hands. He could barely breathe while looking into them, getting lost in the forest that was hiding inside Derek Hale's eyes.

"Everyone I care about is going there." the answer came so nonchalant from him, like the confession wasn't life changing. But Stiles found his answer not in his friend's words, but while finding his way out of Derek's eyes.

"Because you're going" it went unsaid, locked deep inside the greens and the browns. In the way the eyes softened for a moment when he said 'care' and tried to break contact on 'going there' before thinking better of it. In the little frown while saying 'everyone', like that wasn't the right word but he didn't- or couldn't?- say anything else.

And Stiles? Didn't know what to do with that confession. With the knowledge that Derek gave up everything just to stay stuck with skinny, defendles, most likely to end up Titan food during his very first expedition outside the walls, Stiles.

Because Stiles was ready to die just for an eclipse of freedom, but was he ready to take Derek with him?

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Blue Moon - Part 1

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,746

Xxx

“So what’s it like living with a Hale?” Stiles asked, turning away from your locker after you shut it. Both of you fell into step with Scott as you made your way to your next class. 

You must have grimaced or made some face with a slight slant of your eyebrows only a Stilinski could read, because Stiles let out a snort. “That bad?”

You shrugged, sighing. “I mean, it’s not like I expected it to be a walk in the park, it is Derek Hale after all.” Scott chuckled with a gentle shake of his head, making you smile before you continued. “But I didn’t expect it to be this…. easy….. either.”

“Easy?” Scott questioned, making the same face you must have initially as Stiles let out another snort of laughter.

“Yeah, I mean, the first few days were awkward. If we weren’t training we weren’t doing anything. The man is silent, had no TV, or any of that-”

“Wait, ‘had’?” Stiles held out his hand, effectively cutting off your sentence and your steps, your shoes screeching on the floor at the sudden stop. 

“Yes, had. He now has a TV, streaming services- yes, Stiles, services as in plural, if you keep your eyebrows that high they may stick that way, and it’s not the best look for you…”

“So at least there is something to fill the silence at least.” Scott resumed walking, you followed a few steps behind, Stiles lagging, jaw still dropped in shock. 

“Well, yeah,” you agreed with Scott, and this time you felt your eyebrows making the face.

“But….?” Scott’s prodding was gentle, but his face held a smirk.

“But somewhere along the way we went from off handed comments during a news broadcast, or some show we were watching, to actually pausing it to have some discussion, or referencing some situation later and asking if the other had had something similar happen, or just opening up about random experiences and stuff. It’s…”

“Weird?” This time Stiles prodded, earning a glare and gentle whack on the arm from Scott.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re…. new.” Scott opted for a more discrete word for ‘werewolf’ in the crowded hallways. “He may feel like opening up more because of the pack mentality and all.”

“No, it’s not because she’s…. new.” Stiles raised one eyebrow on the word as he addressed Scott, earning a sigh and eye roll from the young Beta. “The man is a brooding wall of leather and growls.” You chuckled at the description, making Stiles grin. “I think we finally found our miracle cure for our Sourwolf!”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up.” You held up your hands as if to physically stop their words. “What?”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. We know you two like each other. It’s so obvious.” Stiles immediately closed his mouth, his lips a tight line, eyes wide and eyebrows in his hairline in his signature “I was not supposed to say that” face.

“What?” you deadpanned to your friend. 

The bell rang, and Scott, wide eyed and smiling too broadly, gave Stiles a shove on the shoulder in the opposite direction of your next class as Stiles muttered, “Oh, look. The bell.” They both began to walk quickly the opposite way. 

“Guys!” you yelled. “This is not over! But I am not responsible for you guys missing another class, what does that make, like fifteen already this semester?”

Your two friends stilled and turned on their heels, ushering past you quickly, avoiding your glare, Stiles looking at Scott and muttering, “See, Scott? I told you our class with Miss Blake was this way.”

“Ugh,” you mumbled under your breath. The sour expression stayed on your face even after you sat at your desk in the back of the class.

Chuckling, Stiles chanced a glance your way from beside you, hoping to change the subject from his ultimate fail in the hallway. “You still don’t like her?”

“I still don’t like her.” You overlapped his last few words, matching his gentle nod with one of your own as you stared straight ahead at the teacher’s still vacant desk. 

“What is it about her you don’t like?”

“I just have a really bad feeling whenever I see her. Something just isn’t right.”

Scott chuckled, opening his book to the proper page. “You’re just mad that she gives you a little bit of a harder time.”

“You mean she gives me ‘more attention’?” you asked, your words rising to a ridiculous octave as they repeated Jennifer’s words she had used when she assigned you some extra credit to help raise your grade so you could stay on the lacrosse team. Your friends chuckled at your words. “I’m sorry, not everyone can be amazing at everything, being a wer-” you stopped yourself, clearing your throat before continuing- “new-” you looked at Scott pointedly, earning you a glare and Stiles’ laughter on your other side- “doesn’t allow for a whole lot of extra studying time.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I know you feel that way now, but it will pass,” Scott said with a smile as Miss Blake walked in, setting things on her desk, and he chuckled as you glared at her. “This is all ephemeral.”

You looked at Stiles, your face blank, voice a deadpan. “You ever buy him a word of the day subscription thing again, and I will rip your throat out.” You flickered your yellow eyes at him discreetly. “With my teeth.”

“With your teeth,” Stiles mumbled, overlapping your words, both of you nodding in agreement again. “I asked what it’s like living with a Hale, and now I got my answer.” He looked at you, shaking his head mockingly. “You’re becoming one of them. It’s contagious. We’ll call it ‘Sourwolf Syndrome’.”

Xxx

Due to your parents’ professions taking them all over the place constantly, like Allison, you were actually a year older than your friends, having to repeat a year a few grades back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything, because that’s how you met your best friends. 

It helped that your parents were away on business most of the time, so no one questioned your staying at Derek’s loft for so long. You stopped by every few days to get the mail and check on the plants around the house, packing some new clothes if needed, Derek sitting outside in his car the first few times, but lately he had taken to coming in and helping you do the few things you had to do.

You told yourself it was just because of the increased threat that he wanted to be closer to his newest Beta. He didn’t have too many of those these days, you thought bitterly, smirking to yourself. You stared blankly as you rinsed out your coffee cup in the sink, and a wave of sadness washed over you as you thought of Erica, her absence still fresh and raw. The two of you had never really been close; just acquaintances at school, then pack members briefly, before she was gone. 

Boyd had really withdrawn himself after that, and you didn’t blame him. You knew he probably felt how you did times ten. When Cora had been here briefly she mentioned losing a pack member was like losing a limb, and she hadn’t been wrong. 

Then Derek had kicked both Cora and Isaac out of the loft, claiming it wasn’t safe with the Alpha Pack around. Isaac was staying with Scott, but you didn’t know where Cora had disappeared to. Peter was a wild card, so you didn’t even try to factor him in, and Scott outright refused to be a member of Derek’s pack. He was an Alpha with Beta eyes, and an enigma for another time.

The point was, Derek was running low in the Beta department lately.

The only reason Derek had you staying at the loft and followed you around the house when you had to go was because you were the newest, or so he said. Deep down you knew he just didn’t want to be responsible if something happened to you. He wanted to control the situation as much as possible which, you guessed, you were kind of glad, being new to this whole werewolf thing, and admittedly not wanting to stay home alone again, human or werewolf.

At least at the loft, even in the times before Derek brought home the TV and stuff, the silence had been comfortable. You’d never admit it to anyone, but just being in the presence of another living, breathing being, even one as brooding and somewhat annoying as Derek Hale, was nice. 

And you sure as hell weren’t going to think about how he had helped you with your homework sometimes, especially with that English extra credit. He had a side he didn’t share often, and you were glad you got to see it. It was like a rare spotting of a mythological creature. 

You smiled to yourself, watching the water in the cup filling clear now, the mug long clean, and you let your feelings wash away down the drain with the water as you turned it off. 

Setting the mug in the sink, you took a deep breath, letting the feelings whirling around you fully roll off your back, rolling your shoulders back as they did.

Stepping into the doorway to the living room you saw him delicately watering some houseplant your mom babied. The first few times he had just poured water at its base, and you had to stop him, showing him how it had to be done, otherwise he’d over water it. And since then, though he had said initially that it was stupid under his breath, he took meticulous care to check if it even needed watering, and then watered it properly, like you showed him, even bringing books home to the loft about how to care for the various types of plants your mom had around the house. You found it endearing. 

Smiling softly, you gently shook your head. One second you were bitter towards him, the next finding little things that made him amazing. “I’m going to go grab some clothes, my stuff got torn to hell last week when we dealt with what’s his face,” you said offhandedly, starting up the stairs. So many baddies came through this town, you got them all confused. 

Derek chuckled. “Okay. You know you can always borrow some of my clothes if you need to.”

You stopped midstep on the staircase, each foot on a different step, and your grip on the bannister tightened, your knuckles turning white. 

This. 

This is why you had such conflicting emotions about this man. Wolf. Wolfman.

“Are you sure?” You kept your voice even, smiling softly. 

He shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, makes more sense then driving all the way over here.” His voice tried to be neutral, but it was evident he was trying to cover up something he had let slip before really thinking about it.

“Thanks. I’ll remember that next time.” You nodded once to each other before you took two steps calmly and then practically ran up the rest of them to your room. 

Holding a hand to your chest, taking deep breaths to try and stabilize your heartbeat, you slumped against the door after you closed it, sighing. 

You tried not to over analyze what he said, but failed. 

You knew he probably was making some underhanded comment about your abilities, “coming all the way over here”, really he wanted to say, “you suck at being a werewolf, you’re always getting hurt and your clothes destroyed in the process”. 

“You too, wolfman. You too,” you mumbled under your breath as you angrily rifled through one of your drawers, grabbing a few things. 

You chuckled a dark laugh. “But I’m an Alpha, Y/N. I’ll heal faster.” You mocked his deep tone, your search in your drawer turning into an aimless activity, the contents totally mixed up now.

He had never been around whenever you had gotten in a hit or takedown on the baddies you guys had encountered so far in your short time in this world. For some reasons you ended up on opposite sides of the battle fields, and he never said it directly, but you knew he probably thought you sucked. How else does one end up with torn shirts from claw marks and blood being covered by your jacket?

Everyone else had called you a badass, but Derek had yet to compliment or even comment on your fighting ability. But maybe, since he trained you, that spoke more to his ability and not yours, you thought with a smirk. Satisfied with the thought, you grabbed a few clothes out of the drawer before snapping it shut.

After a few steps toward the door, you slowed to a stop, absently staring at the clothes in your hand as your thoughts cleared a little from your earlier anger. 

If it was a reflection on how he thought he was, that was kind of sad. Did he really think so lowly of himself and his abilities? 

You had only been in this world a short time now, but even you had to admit he was a good Alpha. A good wolfm- werewolf. A good man. He was a great person to have at your back in a fight and in mundane things like math, which was also a fight, but that was a thought for another day. He was a good friend to have, period. 

Shaking your head and chuckling gently at yourself, you wondered why your thoughts were everywhere. Glancing at your calendar on the wall, you saw the full moon was coming up soon and rolled your eyes. Of course. 

This would pass. This was ephemeral. You groaned softly as you made your way back down the stairs. Stiles was going to pay.

Derek met your eyes when you made it to the last step, hopping the last few inches to the first floor. He set down the watering can softly.

“Do I really sound like that?” His lips twitched upward slightly.

Screwing up your face in confusion it took you a second to realize he had heard your mutterings as you disorganized the contents of your drawer upstairs. Realization crossed your face before your palm slapped to your forehead, the groan passing your lips before you could stop it. 

Derek laughed, and you looked at him apologetically, to which he motioned with his hand as if waving it away and smiled at the floor where his gaze was focused. “Don’t worry about it. I just always thought my voice was deeper than that.”

He chuckled even more as you swatted his arm, laughing gently yourself. He grabbed your wrist playfully before you could withdraw your hand, and you found yourself pulled closer to him, almost toe to toe and having to crane your neck to look up and meet his eyes that looked down at you with some emotion you couldn’t decipher. 

That comfortable silence hung around you two like a blanket… Until his phone rang. 

As he fished it out of his pocket, you softly cleared your throat and took a small step back, feeling Derek’s gaze on you the whole time. 

“Hello?” His voice was gruff and annoyed, and he was still staring at you. It almost seemed like he was upset at whoever was on the other end for interrupting his moment with you.

But that thought quickly evaporated. 

“Jennifer!” He said it with a broad smile on his face, his voice a total about face from his greeting, and his eyes moving from you to the wall behind you. 

It couldn’t be who you thought. There was no way. That would be too much of a coincidence.

“No, I’m not busy,” he said, turning to the door. 

Grabbing his arm to stop him, he turned to look at you, eyebrows raised in question and, if you weren’t mistaken, slight annoyance.

“What?” he mouthed. 

“Who is that?” you whispered. 

“A friend,” he hissed. 

“Who is it?” you hissed back at him. 

“Your English teacher, Jennifer Blake.” He shrugged out of your grip and out your front door, motioning you to the car.

You seethed as you turned off the lights, grabbing your bag of clothes, and locking the door after you. 

Reason number five hundred and sixty two to hate Miss Jennifer Blake.

Xxx

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 6

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To say that I was doing well after I left Derek’s house would be a lie. I really don’t understand why it hurts so much. We barely knew each other outside of a few encounters. Was it just me that felt the aching in my chest? I want to believe that he felt the same thing, but that seemed selfish. That I wanted him to miss me. That I dreamed of him showing up at my window and begging to see me. But that wouldn’t be real, that was a fantasy. Derek would never act like that. That was just my fantasy. 

I promised Stiles I wouldn’t get romantically involved with Derek, but it was more painful than I have ever imagined. 

-

I sat in Coach Finstock’s office while the school day went on. Relacing the netting on the crosses that were used in case any of the players broke their own. The repetitive movements were mind numbing so it was probably for the best. I could zone out and not think about Derek. 

Tonight was parent teacher conferences for some students who weren’t doing well academically, both Scott and Stiles were a part of that list. But who could blame them? One of them was a werewolf and the other was friends with the aforementioned werewolf. The weeks seemed to run together, it didn’t even feel like autumn yet, but we were halfway to winter. 

I had stayed away like I promised. The only times I even heard about Derek was from what Scott told Stiles. They were both planning on finding the alpha and taking him down together. That would be good for him. Good for both of them. I have been feeling so many emotions since then. A lot of anxiety and anger. But they never felt like my own. I sighed and rested my eyes for a minute, the repeated movements slowing my brain down enough to sleep on Coach’s desk. 

The man in front of me was badly burned, one side of his face was pink and muddled, much of his hair was burned on that side. 

“I need your help.” Derek’s voice echoed, “If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Just… Just something to point me in the right direction, okay?” The man, his Uncle Peter, stayed in the same position. 

He sighed, “Someone killed Laura. Your niece, Laura? Whoever he is, he’s an Alpha now… but he’s one without a pack, which means he’s not as strong. I can take him. But, I have to find him first.” Still no response. 

“Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Did someone else make it out of the fire?” 

Still getting no response, he became agitated, “Just give me anything! Blink! Raise a finger! Anything!” He growled, reaching for the man, “SAY SOMETHING”!

“Hey.” I jolted at the sound of Finstock’s voice. He stood in the doorway of his office. 

“You alright, kid?” He asked, his eyes went from my face to the crosse that I was aggressively fixing the net on. What was that? Was I… seeing what Derek was seeing? No, that was impossible. Insane even. 

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I went back to relacing, tugging the knots taut and reaching for a lighter to burn the ends of the string so they wouldn’t unravel. 

“Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked, his large eyes looking a little more crazy than usual. He was trying to seem threatening, but I wasn’t threatened by his booming voice and looks anymore. He was alluding to someone not treating me right but it couldn’t be further from the truth. 

I chuckled a little, “No. It’s not his fault. He’s going through a lot right now.” I stood up and placed the crosse in the spare locker with the rest of them, “Besides, I probably shouldn’t be dating considering the last guy I was dating murdered my parents and tried to murder me.” The humor was dark, but what a way to cope. 

“Any news on that guy?” He stood up straight, walking to his desk. 

“Nope. I think he skipped town. He’s the feds' problem now.” 

“Does Stiles want to be a doctor?” He changed the subject, he was looking at a paper in his hand. 

“Uh… Not that I know of.” I shrugged. 

“Because he wrote a detailed history of male circumcision on his economics test.”

-

I got out late, well past the time the student teacher meetings were over. Filing records, grading a couple things for Finstock and ordering more pearls for the upcoming games since we were running low. These days really run together, especially when you’re trying to forget most of the year that happens. 

Speaking of happening, was I really seeing the same thing Derek could? It didn’t make sense. They were just random dreams. Like the one the other day where Derek was speaking to this woman about how she didn’t kill his sister. That was just a dream. But… Why could I feel sadness? Sadness, guilt and pain.

I got home, seeing that Stiles’ Jeep was nowhere in sight meaning that he was off to do more werewolf nonsense with Scott. I trusted Scott to keep him safe, but that didn’t mean I wanted Stiles running around where there was an alpha on the loose. 

That night I made dinner, ate, saved two plates for Uncle Noah and Stiles and sat in the living room. They were running a story on another body that had been found. A bus driver killed in an animal attack. They were calling it a mountain lion. A mountain lion was more likely than a werewolf normally. But here we are. Officially werewolf capital of the world. I turned off the TV and laid back on the cushions, closing my eyes. Maybe a couch nap would relax me a little, it would kill my back in the morning, but I would be able to tell when Stiles came home. 

Scott and Stiles were walking towards me across the school lawn, playfully pushing each other. 

“I’m gonna kill both of you.” Derek’s voice said, “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?” He was frustrated and angry, but also a little scared. Finding the alpha is what he needed to do, at the same time though, this person got the jump on Laura. 

“Sorry…I didn’t know it would be that loud…” Scott said sheepishly. 

“Yeah, it was loud… And it was awesome!” Stiles cheered. 

“Shut up.” Derek barked.

“Don’t be such a sour wolf.” Stiles mocked. 

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asked, looking around me. 

“What?” Derek asked, I turned to see an empty backseat, “I didn’t do anything…” I saw Scott and Stiles’ eyes widen as pain exploded through my back. Blood gushed from my mouth as I was lifted up. I was coughing and choking on my own blood. Pain and fear were running through me, my heart pumping so quickly causing more and more blood to gush from my mouth. The last thing I saw was the world rushing by me as I was thrown towards the school wall. 

I woke up before I made impact. My heart was racing and my back ached. I reached behind myself awkwardly. The only thing I felt was the raised bumpy scar from my stab wound. So it was just a dream, but it felt so real. So…Was it real? Did I just experience Derek…

I looked up at the clock and saw it was well into the early morning. I got up and made my way upstairs, Stiles’ door was slightly open and there was still light inside. I just went in, panic already starting to build in my chest. Stiles was sitting at his computer, he turned and looked up. He looked like he had a long night. 

“Stiles, is…” I swallowed thickly, “Is Derek d-…Dead?” My lip was trembling. He opened his mouth to answer then closed it.  He avoided my eyes. 

“I really don’t know.” He explained what happened at the school that night. How the alpha attacked them and chased them around the school and that when they got out, Derek’s body was gone. 

“I don’t know if he crawled off somewhere or if the alpha dragged him away before the cops showed up. But I’m pretty sure I won’t have to go back to school until Monday. We tried to blow the alpha up. And we also kinda blamed Derek for it.” 

I shook my head and chuckled, “Nice. Throwing a dead man under the bus, after all he’s done for me.” 

“It wasn’t my idea!” He shouted in a hushed tone, “We thought he was dead for sure. But now I don’t know. Besides, we couldn’t give up the big secret to a hunter’s daughter, a dick, and Lydia who has been through enough already.” I nodded and left the room. He called after me but I couldn’t be in the room anymore. Just… they could have blamed anyone. A rabid animal even, but they were blaming Derek. I closed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until I met the floor. My chest felt tight and I wanted to cry. I had cried so much lately I didn’t know if I could. My emotions were running so high and it was so confusing? Why was everything so different? 

-

It was Monday morning and tonight was another full moon, meaning Scott was jumpy and could turn at any moment. The night before they had gone off to “hang” but Stiles was really bad at hiding the alcohol he had taken to get drunk with Scott. 

I was eating cereal at the kitchen table when Stiles came down. He was groaning and definitely hungover. 

“Booze doesn’t pay, does it?” I smiled. 

“You’re more chipper than usual.” He grimaced a bit, holding his head. 

“Not chipper, just really good at fakin’ it.” I went in for another spoonful. He looked away, hearing Uncle Noah coming through the kitchen on his phone. 

“We are watching his family’s house. Maybe he’ll wind up there?” Uncle Noah looked up, seeing Stiles, “Give me a second.”

“Don’t you have a test to get to?” He asked. 

“What’s going on? Did you find Derek yet?” Stiles asked, more pep in his voice. 

“I’m working on it. You go take your test.” He said firmly. 

“All right, Dad, listen to me-” Stiles stood up.

“Go!” He shouted, I had never heard him shout before. 

“This is really important! You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m always careful.”

“Dad, you’ve never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least, not like this.”

“I know. Which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test.” Stiles grumbled but grabbed his book bag and left the house. Uncle Noah sighed and went back to his phone call as he followed Stiles out the door. 

-

Later on in the day, Stiles texted me. He probably shouldn’t be, especially with his test. 

STILES: Scott had a panic attack about Allison. He said he might kill someone.

I sighed, my thumbs dancing over the phone screen. 

(Y/N): Then we’ll chain him up so he can’t get out. I’ll pick up some chains at the hardware store.

-

After a stop at the hardware store, I got to the lacrosse fields where Coach Finstock was looking over a list. 

“How’s the pink-eye epidemic?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. 

“Real good, half of my players had to go on the bench. Goddammit, Greenberg.” I looked over the list. 

“Who’s Bilinski?” I squinted at his sloppy writing. 

“That one.” He pointed his pen towards Stiles. 

“You put Stiles on the first line?” I smiled, perhaps my subtle hints had worked. 

“Yeah, and we made McCall co-captain.” 

I blew air out of my mouth, “I’m sure Jackson shit a brick.” 

He shook his head, “Yeah, he’s not taking it well.”  I shrugged and made my way over to the bench where Scott and Stiles were in the middle of a conversation. I didn’t join, just listened in. 

“Yeah, she likes you. She’s totally into you.” Scott smirked. Stiles grinned, clearly excited. The She in this scenario could be none other than Lydia Martin. But there was something about Scott’s tone that threw me off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lydia making her way to her seat in the bleachers, pulling out a compact mirror and fixing her lipstick. I didn’t want to believe that Scott would do that to his friend, but the facts were pointing towards it. 

Practice seemed to be going well, that is until Scott got pushed over during a practice run. I could practically feel his anger from across the field. 

“All right, you’re up, big boy! Let’s go!” Coach called. Scott retaliated this by knocking into another player, and sending him hard on his back. I winced, intaking a breath through my teeth. 

“That’s it, McCall! That’s the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!” Coach grinned. Maybe this is why we had so many players on the bench. Coach could see victory when Scott played. It was Stiles' turn on the offensive against Scott. With the full moon so close, I don’t think their friendship would do Stiles any favors, he shoved Stiles away just as hard and fast as the other player. Each time he got a goal. The next player, Danny, also was a victim of werewolf rage since Scott hit him in the face, sending him to the ground. I grabbed Coach’s whistle and blew it, calling for the play to pause. 

I jogged up to Danny and knelt down, some other players surrounded as well. 

“Danny, can you hear me?” He nodded slowly, holding his bleeding nose. I stood up, “Take him to the bench guys.” I walked back over to Stiles and Scott. 

“Everybody likes Danny. Now everybody’s gonna hate you.” 

“I don’t care.” Scott said smugly. Stiles shook his head and went back to the benches. 

“What the hell is your problem? You make co-captain and it goes to your head.” I shoved his shoulder. He breathed out, his eyes glowed yellow 

“You don’t want to mess with me right now.” 

I narrowed my eyes, “Is that a threat?” He smirked, his eyes going up and down my body. 

“It could be.” I looked at him in disgust. 

“First Lydia and now me? You’re a really shitty friend, Scott.” I made my way back to Stiles who was staring back at the bleachers. Jackson and Lydia were talking. 

“He did it.” He whispered. I squeezed his arm lightly. It was going to be a long night.

-

That night, Stiles and I went to the McCall’s house to get prepared for the full moon. Stiles carried a duffle bag to the best of his ability, even though it had the steel chains  and locks I had bought. One of the only reasons I came was so if I needed to I could get him out quickly. The other was because I didn’t know how he would react to the situation with Lydia. Stiles unlocked the door and went inside. Did Mrs. McCall know he had a key?“

Scott?” We heard her call. Mrs. McCall turned the corner and saw us in the hallway. She was in her scrubs, probably going in for a late night shift.

“Stiles.”

“And (Y/N).” I waved.

“Ah.” Her eyes went to Stiles' hand, she pointed, “Key.”

“Oh, yeah, I had one made.” Well, that answers that question. 

“That doesn’t surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn’t surprise me” And then, like a buffoon, Stiles dropped the duffel bag with a heavy thud. 

“What is that?”

“Uh, school project.” He lied. Mrs. McCall, who either believed the lie or just wanted to change the subject, asked: “He’s okay, right?” 

“Who, Scott? Yeah, totally.” Stiles lied.

“He just doesn’t talk to me, not much anymore. Not like he used to.” She said somberly. I could only imagine that’s how my mom felt when I went into high school and into a phase where parents were uncool. 

“Well, he had a bit of a rough week.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Yeah. Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight.” 

“You, too.”

“Full moon.” She looked out the window. Stiles and I stiffened. 

“What?”

“There’s a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nutjobs.” 

“Oh.” He breathed out, both of our shoulders dropped.

“Yeah…” She said awkwardly. 

“Right…”

“You know, it’s, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic.”

-

We opened the door to Scott’s room. Stiles dropped the duffel and turned on the lights. We both jumped when we saw Scott sitting in his computer chair. 

“Oh my god.” I put a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. 

“Dude, you scared the hell out of us. Your mom said you weren’t home.”

“I came in through the window.” he said blankly. Stiles and I shared a glance. 

“Okay, um, let’s get this set up.” Stiles bent down to get into the duffel bag that was near the radiator, “(Y/N) got the heavy duty stuff.” I kept my distance from Scott, staying right by the door, ready to grab Stiles and book it. 

“I’m fine,” Scott said, causing us both to stare, “I’m just gonna lock the door and turn in early.” We all knew a door wouldn’t stop him, he had other plans in mind. 

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked, “Cause you got this kinda serial killer look goin’ on in your eyes. I’m hopin’ it’s the full moon taking effect cause it’s starting to freak me out.” 

“I’m fine.” Scott repeated, “You should both go home.” 

“Alright, we’ll leave.” He stood up then stopped, clearly trying to put his back up plan into motion, ‘Well would you at least look in the bag and see what we bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don’t.”

“Just in case you’re feeling a little anxious.” I smiled. Scott got up and walked to the duffel bag. He bent down and pulled out the thick, metal chains. 

“You’re thinking I would put these on? Chain me up like a dog?” He snarled and dropped the chains. 

“Actually, no.” Stiles quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and slapped him on Scott’s wrist, chaining him to the heater. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away when Scott lunged. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Scott growled. 

“Protecting you from yourself.” Stiles sighed and glared, “And giving you payback. For making out with Lydia.” And there it was. Maybe I should have checked the bag for other items he bought. He went downstairs, leaving me and Scott in the bedroom. 

“(Y/N), uncuff me!” He struggled. 

I shook my head, “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I don’t have the key.” 

He lunged and growled, causing me to jump. I looked away, embarrassed that I was showing him that I was afraid. But I was afraid. I’ve known this kid practically his entire life and he was turning into a completely different and dangerous person. 

“You like that? Hmm?” He hummed suggestively. I shook my head, talking to him was probably going to just make things worse. Thankfully, Stiles had come back…with a dog bowl.

“I brought you some water.” He said, pouring water from a bottle into the bowl and setting it down in front of Scott.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU” Scott roared and threw the bowl at Stiles.

“Stiles…” I whispered. The situation was getting dangerous. 

“You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Lydia. And that’s my…The one girl that I have-'' Stiles shook his head, “You know, for the past three hours, I’ve been thinking it’s probably just the full moon, you know? He doesn’t even know what he’s doing and tomorrow he’ll be back to normal. He probably won’t even remember what a complete dumbass he’s been. A son of a bitch. A frickin’ unbelievable piece of crap friend.”

“She kissed me.” Scott interrupted. 

“What?” Stiles looked so betrayed. 

Scott grinned menacingly, “I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me.” Stiles glared and walked out of the room, I followed behind. 

“She had her hands all over me, she would have done anything I wanted! ANYTHING!” Scott’s voice rang through the house. Stiles paced back and forth outside the door. 

“Stiles?” Scott called through the door, “Please let me out. It’s the full moon, I swear! You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose. Stiles, let me out. This is starting to hurt. You said it, Stiles, it’s the full moon. It’s Allison breaking up with me. It’s not just a break, she broke up with me. It’s killing me! I’m feeling hopeless. Just let me out.” Stiles paused, looking towards the door. I looked him in the eye, shaking my head. 

“He’s just trying to make you feel bad.” 

Stiles nodded, “I can’t.” He called. 

“No! No no no!” Scott shouted, followed by screaming. And then silence. Stiles opened the door, Scott was gone. Only broken handcuffs remained. I grabbed a set of chains and started going downstairs. 

“Stiles, stay here.” 

“(Y/N)!” He called, grabbing my arm before I went out the door. 

“Stay put.” I glared, shutting the door behind me. Scott was a sweet kid normally. But if I needed to keep Stiles safe and if that meant knocking out a couple of his teeth then I would. I went around back to his window and followed the path of broken grass into the woods. I gripped onto the chains tightly, ready to swing if I needed to. My plan had been to knock him out and chain him to a tree. Not sure how well that would work though. 

I stopped in a clearing, having lost the trail. Behind me a twig snapped. I’ve always been an act first, ask questions later in these situations. I swung the chain, cracking Scott across the face. My eyes widened at the state of him. Like Derek, he had coarse hair growing down his cheeks, the bridge of his nose was scrunched up and appeared more animal like, his brow bone protruded. His jawline though? Still weird. 

Scott’s head had swung to the side with the chain, he looked back slowly, and glared as he spit blood onto the ground. The scrape on his cheek healed almost immediately. 

Ha ha, I’m in danger.

“Scott.” I said cautiously, taking a slow step back, “You know me. I’m your friend.” He wasn’t moving closer, but he also hadn’t stopped looking at me with his glowing yellow eyes like I was food. 

“So, uh, you blow off your steam. Do some running, clear your head, that good stuff. And I will see you tomorrow. Okay?” I smiled nervously, he didn’t answer, “Okay.” Now it was time to run since I had gotten myself a decent head start. I turned and ran, hearing a roar and footsteps behind me. I threw the chains back over my head, hoping to trip him or hit him in the head. That didn’t seem to do much since he didn’t slow down. 

All at once I was body slammed to the ground and turned on my back. Scott was sitting on top of me, leaning down he roared loudly in my face. His large pointed canines shone in the moonlight. 

I screamed, shoving and kicking at him, “SCOTT! SCOTT PLEASE!” He thrusted a clawed hand down towards my chest that I barely caught. He seemed slightly confused, but pushed down. I whined, using everything I had keeping his sharp claws from my chest. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Scott, please don’t hurt me.” I begged through my teeth. He roared again, raising his other arm to strike when something flashed across my vision. Whatever it was, it knocked Scott off of me. I gasped for air, my lungs and  muscles were screaming at me. The two began to fight, growling and snarling. I sat up, scrambling to get out of the direction of the brawl. I couldn’t see much in the dark since the clouds had covered the moon, but whoever it was got Scott on the ground, roaring down at him. The other stood up straight just as the moon’s light peaked through. And there stood Derek Hale - tall, proud, and very much alive.

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insomnia

isaac lahey x reader

not my gif!

words: 1820

request: "can you write some isaac lahey fluff where he helps the reader sleep 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if this is weird! i've been having a lot of trouble sleeping recently and imagining isaac is the only thing that helps :("

a/n: i described my personal experiences with being unable to sleep, it might not be the same for everyone but i hope it helps/you enjoy it regardless🥺

[...]

you weren't sure how long it'd been since the lights were turned off– two hours, maybe three. in all that time you'd been laying in your bed motionless, staring down the dresser a few feet away from you. there wasn't much to see, it was so dark, but you knew what was there. the outlines of picture frames of you and the members of your pack.

one of them was with isaac, taken by lydia, on a day you'd all gone to the pool. well, a kiddy pool stiles had set up in his backyard since lydia wasn't too comfortable with the public one anymore. you and isaac were sitting on two scrappy lawn chairs pulled from the garage, and he'd mumbled something mean about stiles. you failed to hold back a laugh while insisting it wasn't funny, and he watched you with a smile.

it was one of the very few pictures you had together. in most of them his eyes were glowing, casting a glare over the picture making it near impossible to see. but when he closed his eyes or wasn't looking at the camera, it was almost as if he wasn't a werewolf.

your eyes fluttered around the room, getting glimpses of color when the occasional car would pass by and it's lights would shine through your window. there was an arm wrapped around your torso that prevented you from moving too much, and you didn't want to wake him up.

isaac didn't snore, but he did talk. mumbled sentences under his breath– and when they were said loud enough for you to hear, they didn't make any sense. but his ramblings weren't what was keeping you awake.

when you had crawled into bed you thought you were tired, and you still were. the day had exhausted you, stretching you to your limits mentally and physically. you closed your eyes and tried to settle, but you would open them again every few minutes and be left looking at the same wall.

it got hot. you shuffled your feet, kicking around at the bottom of the blanket until you could let your foot breathe off of the side of the bed. as you cooled off, the shadows in the corners of your room began to grow, you pulled your foot back under the blanket in fear and scooted yourself farther into isaac's chest.

you thought about tomorrow. if you didn't fall asleep now, would you have enough energy to make it through the day? what were you going to face tomorrow? it seemed as if every day, the supernatural conflict in beacon hills was getting worse. you wondered what it would be like three months from now, or even farther down the road.

as your contemplation began to escalate, you became uncomfortable in the position you were in. hyper aware of the blanket against your skin and your hair bunched up against you, you felt an itch crawl over your body. isaac's grasp, although soft, felt constricting.

gently, you plucked his hand off of your waist and laid it between your back and his chest. he stirred, shoving his head deeper into his pillow, muffling his sleep mumbles, and he shifted himself on the mattress. you tossed your side of the blanket over him and sat up on the bed, letting your bare feet hit the floor.

glancing over your shoulder, you read the alarm clock. 2:03 a.m.

the door creaked open, leading you to the hall. there was a single light at the end, the sudden adjustment to the brightness made you squint your eyes. your steps were light as you nearly tiptoed through your house.

you slipped into the kitchen, the tile was cold against the pads of your feet. flicking the the light switch you turned on an overhanging light on the kitchen table, dull enough to keep your eyes from straining but illuminating enough to help you watch your step.

you opened the fridge and dragged out a jug of milk, the sudden weight tugging your arm down before you pulled it up on the counter. you poured yourself a cup before putting it in the microwave and setting the time for thirty seconds.

as the machine hummed, your gaze flickered to the window above the sink. you reached over and opened the blinds, pulling them up to see outside. the outside lights from your neighbor's house shined brightly and you could see the trees shaking with harsh wind against them.

before the microwave could go off you opened the door, preventing any loud beeps from alerting anybody to wake up. the cup was warm in your hands and steam rose from the milk, you took a small sip and let it run down your throat with a grimace. it wasn't calming or immediately effective as you had hoped, it just smelled bad.

you leaned over the sink again to peer out the window, looking up at the sky. it was gloomy, with storms clouds rolling in and covering the view of the moon. it was eerily quiet, standing there as you sipped on warm milk.

isaac didn't know how to be inconspicuous. from the other side of the house, you could hear his feet shuffling against a rug. his shoulder hit the wall and you raised your eyebrows in amusement, imagining the string of curses he let out as he recollected himself and dragged his feet into the kitchen. you smiled to yourself, pulling the cup to your lips.

as he approached, his eyes narrowed towards the microwave with one second left on the clock, and the jug of milk still on the counter. he dragged it off the counter and put it back in the fridge.

"i thought that was just a myth," he said, taking a few steps closer to you. "like, a placebo. parents telling their kids it'll work so they'll believe it and fall asleep."

"if it was a placebo, it won't work now that i know. so, thanks for that," you deadpanned. he mumbled an apology and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing himself closer to your. you tilted your head and poured the rest of the milk in the sink, before setting the cup down. "s'fine. tasted like shit, anyway."

he started to smile, you could feel it against your shoulder blade. but he didn't say anything else.

"you shouldn't be up," you said, turning around to face him.

he lifted his head up, and you could finally see the lazy grin he kept on his face. his eyes were heavy with sleep, not fully awake, you knew he wanted to crawl back into your bedroom.

"i can't sleep without you."

a moment of silence passed between you, you looked to the floor and shrugged without saying anything. he knew the trouble you had with sleeping, it's why he started staying over more. it helped sometimes.

the pattern of rain hitting the window caught his attention, he glanced behind you. one of his hands fell from your waist, and he played with your fingers delicately. "what were you thinking about? i can still smell the anxiety."

"i don't know. tomorrow. the day after. the month after. all this... supernatural bullshit and how it's never going to end," you sighed dramatically, meeting his eyes again. "it feels like a lot sometimes."

"you're starting to sound like stiles, you know."

"is that bad?" you hummed, a playful smirk dawning your lips.

"i don't want to date stiles. i want to date y/n..." he tilted his head, and his tone changed. "derek told me a while ago, that in pack, burdens are shared, you know? all of us are in this together, and these aren't things that only you are responsible for or are even in control of... things are going to get messy, but you have me. you have the pack."

you weren't alone. the thought made you feel better, and a lazy smile ghosted your lips. "when did you become so wise, lahey?"

"i'm not, really. just regurgitating everything derek told me."

"it was a compliment, isaac. take it."

he chuckled, and took a step backwards. he still held your hand and tugged it along with him. "come back to bed."

a bolt of lightning from outside cast a flicker throughout the downstairs, followed by the roar of thunder as the storm became overhead. against all windows, the rain began to beat against it harder than before.

you nodded and pushed yourself away from the counter, following his footsteps as he head you up the stairs. as you passed the light switches you turned them off, casting a glance behind you like second nature to watch for any sudden movement in the dark.

once in your room he let go of your hand and shut the door behind you, before turning and crawling over your bed. you watched with a content smile as he childishly adjusted himself under the covers, before he gestured with open arms to join him.

his chest was warm and inviting, even through the material of his shirt. you laid against his side, his arm wrapping around you and resting on your back while his other hand was occupied with you interlocking your fingers.

isaac's heartbeat was slow and steady, while the rain quickly slapped against the windows. the rhythm began to slowly lull you into tiredness again. he gently rubbed up and down your back, breaking through your stiffness and relaxing you. every blink was longer than the last and you could feel yourself sink into his hold.

"things are going to get better, you know," he suddenly said, his voice was lower as he got more sleepy. he was fighting to stay awake. "and whatever we face next, we'll get through it."

"i hope so," you mumbled, and looked up at him.

you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on you. you couldn't help but become lost in your thoughts as you admired him. you couldn't be in a better place at that moment, everything was incredibly peaceful amidst the raging storm and the overwhelming supernatural presence. he kept you together.

gently, you separated your hands and pulled down his head to kiss him. it last a few seconds until you pulled away with a smile, seeing the lazy smirk on his face.

"i love you."

"i love you, too," isaac kissed your forehead, and you deflated against his chest again. "goodnight, y/n."

[samdeancass]

Eichen House

Requested by: @hollandfangirl

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Stiles, Y/N, Scott

T/W: mention of extreme anxiety

Description: Stiles has to find a way to rescue Y/N from Eichen House

"WE NEED TO GER HER OUT OF THERE, NOW!"

Stiles has been pacing the floor for the past half an hour, ever since he found out you were taken to Eichen House. He sat on the edge of Scott's bed and held his head in his hands, tears springing to his eyes. "Please guys, she doesn't deserve to be in that place. God knows what they're doing to her."

Scott could feel the sadness and anxiety coming off his best friend in waves. He hated seeing Stiles like this. The only thing he could do was take control of the situation and devise a plan to get you out of Eichen House. Scott walked forward and placed a comforting hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Don't worry, Stiles. We will get her back. She's important to all of us."

Scott walked to the centre of his bedroom to address the rest of the pack. "Alright, guys. We need to come up with a foolproof plan to get Y/N out. We've only got one chance to do it, so let's do it right. Let's bring Y/N back to us."

Screaming. That was all Stiles heard as he made his way down a hallway. At his side was Scott and Derek, helping to track down your position. Kira and Malia were standing guard at the entrance of the hallway, whilst Lydia had shut off all of the electricity as a distraction.

Stiles buckled as he heard another ear piercing scream. He covered his ears with his hands and backed up against the wall, letting out quiet sobs. "C'mon, Stiles. We're close. Really close. Don't give up, she needs you." Stiles took a big breath to steady his nerves and stood up, giving Scott a thankful glance.

Footsteps sounded at the other end of the hallway. In a panic, Scott, Stiles and Derek lumbered into the closest room in an effort to not be seen. They all let out a sigh of relief and turned around to explore the room. Scott and Derek both began to sniff loudly, indicating they could smell your scent. "Stiles, she's really close now. Her scent is stronger than ever."

Stiles searched high and low in the room but found absolutely nothing. "I don't understand, where in the hell is she? I thought you said that she was close!" Stiles grabbed Scott's shirt and pushed him against the wall. Derek cleared his throat and motioned to a hidden door behind a cabinet. Immediately, Stiles' hands fell to his sides and he made his way into the hidden room, pushing Derek aside.

You heard footsteps outside of the room and immediately began to quake with fear. Two days. It had been two days since you were checked into Eichen House. You had heard stories about Eichen from Stiles and other people, but you never expected it to be like this.

You were suffering from hallucinations and extreme anxiety and wanted a safe place where you could recover. Sadly, as you found out, that would not be happening.

You were strapped to a gurney, unable to move whilst the 'doctors' performed experiments on you. Tears spilled out of your eyes when the doorknob began to move. You closed your eyes and began to sob. "Please, no more. I can't handle anymore. I just want to go home."

You felt two warm hands cradle your face. Opening your eyes warily, you seen Stiles, your knight in shining flannel. He unstrapped you from the gurney and pulled you into a hug. "I'm here now, I'm taking you home. Nobody's ever gonna hurt you again, trust me." Stiles cradled your face and brought you in for a passionate kiss.

Scott and Derek came running in, yelling about needing to go. Stiles scooped you up into his arms and followed the two wolves, being careful not to hurt you.

The images of the frightening events were permanently engraved into your memories. Every time you closed your eyes, you relived every second. Tears began streaming down your face as you began to sob silently. "Y/N? What's the matter, baby?"

Stiles walked into the room and sat down beside you, pulling you into his side. You buried your face into his chest and let out almighty sobs. Everything that had happened all came out in that moment. "It's alright now, sweetheart. You're safe. I'm going to help you through this, mark my words. I love you, Y/N L/N, and nobody is ever going to harm you again."

Stiles kissed the top of your head and began to stroke your hair, an action that immediately calmed you. After a few minutes, Stiles heard little snores coming from you and smiled slightly before cradling you in his arms and falling asleep.

[dex-xe]

I’ve made Spotify playlists inspired by each of the ghosts and I’ve made these little written pieces to talk about them. if you wanna read them, please go ahead - if not then enjoy the music!!

This is Humphrey’s playlist:

Body - Mother Mother

I wish I were sorry, but I’m honestly not. There’s no real consensus regarding what the song is actually about. I usually interpret it as being about body/gender dysphoria which isn’t really relevant here but I guess it links to the separation between body and soul and the idea that the body doesn’t define you which I think is quite relevant to Humphrey who relies on his soul for attention from others rather than his physical presence in a room.

Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

I feel like Humphrey probably has the most reasonable understanding of the passage of time of all the ghosts. He’s very down to earth compared to the rest of them. I know Robin has been there longer but I think he’s probably accepted the change of time without really considering it philosophically, whereas with Humphrey getting lost all the time he’s probably had more time to contemplate and I think he’d appreciate the song to listen to while he’s stuck various places. Also he’d like he piano, Humphrey’s a kinda piano man you can’t tell me otherwise (no Billy Joel fuck off).

Greensleeves - Ralph Vaughan Williams & Philharmonia Orchestra

This’ll come up a lot in various other ghosts’ playlists but I’ve tried to include some music from each of their time periods to try and capture what they would have heard so yeah, enjoy some Tudor music.

Tilted - Christine and the Queens

It’s been established that Humphrey’s wife was French so I felt the need to include at least a little bit of French which this song obviously captures. Also again it’s kinda the idea of not having total control over your body.

Abracadabra - Steve Miller Band

No idea why it’s just a Humphrey song I will take no criticism on this.

Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis

The scene with Fanny and Humphrey talking about their marriages is one of my favourite scenes and basically the whole “marriage went wrong but you can’t look back at it with contempt because it’s over now and time’s moved on” is what he was trying to say to Fanny and aid her recovery from her marriage trauma in the same way that Humphrey has healed from his.

High and Dry - Radiohead

I also see this song in reference to that scene with Fanny because it’s like no precise meaning to my knowledge but I interpret it as being about telling someone to let go of other people and what’s happening with them and focus on yourself and what you need.

My Iron Lung - Radiohead

Humphrey’s death is constrained by the decisions he made in life that brought about his death, which is kindaaaaa the meaning of the song like it’s a stretch. Like it’s actually about Radiohead being constrained by Creep as one of their most successful songs but like the idea of being stuck in a box and not being able to live freely. I really want to learn more about Humphrey’s life in the new series cause like, I want development to show how his beheading was brought about and what it’s like to live his… death completely restrained by his situation.

Body Terror Song - AJJ

“I’m so sorry that you have to have a body, one that will hurt you, and be the subject of so much of your fear, it will betray you, be used against you, then it'll fail on you my dear”. There we go!! Humphrey’s body wanders away - newsflash from me.

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

“A ballad for the lonely”, catch me crying over Humphrey as usual. But yeah obvious reason is cause Humphrey is often left alone and unable to interact with the others. The other thing I like to think when listening to this song is about the idea of lonely people noticing the little details no one else does, in the song it’s clearly the little details about the protagonists lives (Eleanor Rigby picking up tiny grains of rice with no one to help, and Father McKenzie writing sermons no one will hear) but Humphrey - like I think many lonely people — notices little things like Francis writing the letter to Thomas etc.

Where Is My Mind? - Pixies

Idk this song is just trippy. I remember reading ages ago that it was about scuba diving. But yeah, I primarily think it’s a Humphrey song because I just like the image of his body wandering aimlessly about the house with this song looking for his head XD

Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks

Again, I’ve said this a few times now but Humphrey being an observer of Button House and what takes place within it’s walls, just watching the others going about their days as he sits alone. I know the writer said he watched the world from the window of a hospital as a child and I think being able to watch over the city without being able to participate because of physical ailment is pretty telling.

O Lord, in Thy Wrath - Orlando Gibbons & Choir of Clare College, Cambridge

This is just a Tudor song. I grew up very very religious and, while I’m not sure I heard this exact song, I spent hours upon hours in church services every week with songs very similar to this and the music was the only thing I actually enjoyed about it. But yeah, I wanted to include at least a few religious songs in Humphrey’s because of my theory regarding his death which (given that we might find out about it in season 3 and I might be totally wrong) I’m gonna just briefly mention XD I basically think his death might’ve been religiously motivated because of the instability of state sanctioned religion in England at the time. Elizabeth I (monarch when Humphrey died) put 200 Catholics to death and given that Humphrey was married to a French woman and the French were under Catholic rule at the time it might not be too far outside the realm of possibility for Humphrey to have lost his head for being the ‘wrong’ denomination. Idk, probably miles off cause I’m really bad at theories but we’ll find out soon hopefully!!

Pantyhose and Roses - Echobelly

Just for the line “it could change but it never will”. Being a ghost must be such a difficult existence because there’s very little they can do to change what’s wrong because they obviously can’t leave where they die. But especially for Humphrey, nothing can change really for him because of his situation.

Waltz #2 (XO) - Elliott Smith

“I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow”. As far as we know Humphrey’s relationship with his wife obviously wasn’t the best and it seems as if he possible barely knew her cause of the language barrier and the fact it was an arranged marriage.

After Hours - The Velvet Underground

This song has such a feeling of isolation like wishing that you could be a part of everyone’s fun but you’ve yet to find the person with whom you can experience that fun with.

Out of Time - Blur

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again but the idea of noticing the small things around you and focussing on the bigger picture of the world rather than hyper fixating on the intricacies of our own existence. Also, this is totally irrelevant but there’s an episode of Torchwood called ‘Out of Time’ in which three people from the 1950s suddenly rock up in 2000s Cardiff and the Torchwood 3 team have to take care of them and try to teach them about the modern world (it’s one of my favourite episodes, like it’s genuinely really good) and I think that’s really cool.

Blackstar - David Bowie

The song is just sad and I put it on any playlist of a sad character, no further explanation.

Why do I use my paper, ink and pen? - William Byrd, Stile Antico & Fretwork

More Tudor music, Tudor musiccccc.

25 Minutes to Go - Johnny Cash

Obvious but yeah there we go: just basically a man waiting and being led to his death which, if the assassination theory is to be believed (which we shall soon find out I guess) then the idea of Humphrey being led to his death is potentially gonna be a sorrowful story to hear about in the show??

[papel-creativo]

Nature’s Lullaby - Isaac Lahey x Reader (P.5)

Summary: Based on season 2.

Tags: @slytherinrising​

Author’s note: This one is long, I think.

Things aren't getting better. Another murder happened, done by the same thing that killed Isaac's father. But now the thing has a name, kanima, and Scott and Stiles found the bestiary, which is in Latin.

“I came here as fast as I could” (Y/N) approaches the pair.

“We have the book, but we can't read it”

“What are we going to do?” Apparently, the kanima is stronger and faster than the werewolves, and has a venom that paralyzed people.

“We need all the help we can get” Scott looks at her seriously “Are you in?”

“Yes”.

  First class at the next day, Isaac's there, giving (Y/N) his back. Scott and Stiles are worried, Derek is trying to find the kanima and kill it, but they aren't going to let that happen.

She sits near the boys, unsure how to be around Isaac, who supposedly isn't on the same side as they are. Should she talk to him like everything is fine? The werewolf flirted with her and said all those things, but haven't talked to her again.

“How is he here?” She whispers to Stiles, but (Y/N) knows that he can hear her still.

“Jackson testified in favor of Isaac, he's not a suspect anymore”.

He and Erica seem close, they walk through the halls together, Erica grabbing Isaac's jacket, whispering then and there. (Y/N) watched from afar, she doesn't have the right to be wounded, they are nothing, but knowing now that his words weren't true hurt her. She shouldn't have believe him in the first place.

He doesn't even look at her when he passes by, nearly bumping her if she haven't slide in time.

In economy, Jackson informs them that the new pack suspect of Lydia to be the kanima, not after testing Jackson for some reason they don't know.

“All I heard was her name and something about chemistry” He told them. Jackson stare stays on (Y/N) “Your boyfriend is planning to kill Lydia if she's that thing”.

Scott and Stiles look surprised, waiting for an explanation.

“He's not my boyfriend” (Y/N) calmly says “He's just...” Her words died there, not knowing herself what it was all of it with Isaac.

“He's just playing with you” His cousin doesn't have any touch to say it.

  “Derek is not going to kill her without proof” Scott says as they're entering the classroom.

“Means they are going to test her”.

“But when and where?” (Y/N) ask them.

“I think here and now".

Ahead of them, there's Erica and Isaac while Lydia is sitting in one of the double tables. The boys immediately sit next to her, one for each side of her.

She goes next to Allison to inform her what's about to happen.

The teacher of chemistry is assigning pairs for today’s experiment, and for her dismay, her first partner is the same boy who's been bugging her heart all day long.

“You seem mad at me” Isaac says and (Y/N) decides not to bother in answering, not angry, but hurt “This is for the better, (Y/N)”.

“I don't believe you” Her words dripping more emotion that she wants to show him “I don't believe anything you say”.

“This is happening, you want it or not” He says harshly “Believe me or not, what I said is true”.

“Prove me then”.

With a ding, he changes station and goes with Stiles, and who seats next to (Y/N) send her looking Scott for help.

“I don't think we've properly introduced, I'm Erica” Her fake innocent face is putting (Y/N) off “(Y/N), right? The girl who killed her parents?”

She freezes. Did he tell her? Did Isaac... She's aware that she didn't told him to keep it a secret, but- She feels so stupid for falling into her pretty smile and words.

“I'm sorry, did I said something wrong? Should I get your depression pills?” (Y/N) isn't going to cry, she's stronger than that, and isn't going to let her have the satisfaction of hurting her.

“Stop” Her voice is perfectly controlled “This isn't funny, Erica, people's pain isn't something you can laugh about” (Y/N) looks at her, only seeing pain in the shewolf eyes, hate for all the laugh and people's mocking “You should know that better that anyone”.

Erica says nothing for a moment, and (Y/N) starts to believe that she'll give her some peace. She's wrong.

“I don't know what's happening between you and Isaac” She grips her wrist strongly “Stay away”

Her powers act against her will, starting to freeze Erica's hand.

The ding sounds again, at long last. She switches, ending up next to Jackson.

“What's going on?” He asks.

“I'm not sure” So much is going on in (Y/N)'s head, but she needs to concentrate on Lydia, she needs them, her life is at risk and (Y/N)'s going to do everything in her power to protect her.

Her experiment should have the form of a crystal and can be eaten. Isaac's sitting next to Lydia, and she is the one who gives the first bite, the one that probably has the venom.

Nothing happens to her.

The pack rushes to Scott's house, bringing Lydia, and even Jackson. Scott couldn't convince Derek not to kill her, and still hasn't showed up in his house, meaning that if Derek finds them, there is little they can do.

Lydia and Jackson are upstairs while Stiles, Allison and (Y/N) stay by the front door.

When they check on the windows again, Derek's pack are outside, standing, waiting for something. Allison calls Scott, who should be on his way. (Y/N) paces through the hall, if they decide to attack, she needs to be ready.

“Shoot one of them” Stiles tells Allison.

“Which one?”

“If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can” (Y/N) answers.

“Just shoot one of the other three” Stiles is getting impatient.

“You mean two”.

“No, I mean three” Taking a look through the window, Stiles realizes what Allison's talking “Where the hell is Isaac?”

Before any can respond, Isaac attacks Allison, taking the crossbow out of her hand and then knocking Stiles on the ground. (Y/N) stays by the stairs.

Isaac faces her, claws and fangs ready.

“Don't make me do this, (Y/N)”

“And I won't let you kill her” He tries to step closer, but (Y/N) froze his feet, ice keeping him glue to the spot.

“Allison, go” The archer runs up the stairs to protect her friend from whoever decide to enter.

With a roar, Isaac breaks free and pushes her to the side, but the girl is smarter, and as she falls, the girl forms a wall, trapping the werewolf's hands.

“You said that everything that happened that night was true, that you mean it, how I am supposed to believe you now?”

“It was” Isaac says as he tries to break free “This is for the better”.

“We can save her” (Y/N) approaches him slowly “If it happened to you, I would want to save you too” She whispers “Please”.

The werewolf looks at her, his eyes blue instead of yellow, and with human teeth.

The ice slowly starts to disappear, freeing his hands with normal nails.

“Get away from (Y/N)” Scott’s timing is awful, not actually seeing the interaction between the two teens.

“Scott, wait”.

He doesn't listen, knocking the beta. The pack throw Erica and Isaac out, forcing Derek to leave by calling the police.

In the end, they found out that Lydia is not the kanima, it's Jackson.

[lavenderek]

Betp can you write us something cliche like amnesia fic or something? Pleazzzeee

The first thing Stiles experiences is nausea. The second is sound. It's a very quiet cacophony of voices and footsteps, somewhere far away and to his left; and to his right, beeping. It's familiar, but he can't identify it. The whole world is dark, and he starts to panic; but then he remembers how eyes work. The lights, once he opens his eyes, are bright to a fault: it's painful and white. Stiles groans, just as a lament of his whole situation. Then, then, a person appears.

The person leans over him, startling him. The person is a man, and the man has dark hair and a beard. "Uh," says Stiles eloquently. He has the impulse to start reciting the date and location, but he can't place why, and he can't remember the date and location.

"Stiles," says the person, coming more into focus. He has very stormy eyebrows, dark and low to his eyes. If Stiles could figure out where his arms were, he'd use them to reach up and touch this man's eyebrows. "You got it?" asks the man resignedly.

"No," says Stiles gratefully. "Where and when?"

"Hospital," answers Stormbrows, "August tenth."

Stiles swallows and it's like trying to budge a tennis ball through a sink pipe. Shutting his eyes, he says, "You gotta hook me up with a year, pal."

"God," mutters Stormy. Then, "2019."

"2019," Stiles repeats. That doesn't mean anything. Twenty-nineteen. That's not how numbers work. "That's not real," Stiles breaks it to him.

"It's what?" And oh, oh jesus, if this man doesn't have the most terrifyingly beautiful eyes Stiles has ever seen up close. If his brows are stormclouds, this man's eyes are the sea beneath them, choppy and bluegreen and grey and brown. To top it all off, he looks annoyed and perplexed, and all the while there's something familiar and comforting about him. Stiles falls desperately in love in a matter of seconds. He's gotta have him. "You're out of it," the guy tells him pointlessly.

"I think I'm into dudes," Stiles answers. He's having a revelation. He's revelating. "Jeez. Fuck. Who, what's your name?"

The eyebrows have gone up a little. The guy hesitates. He looks around. Then he looks back at Stiles. He says, "Derek?"

Derek. "Could be worse," soothes Stiles. "Could be Kurt. Could be Skyler. Don't worry."

"I wasn't worried, Stiles."

"I was. But I'm over it. What was it again?"

The guy sighs. "Derek."

Right. Derek. Derek dips out of view. Stiles waits, but Derek doesn't come back. "No," pleads Stiles, "where'd you—come back," he's starting to panic—

"It's fine," Derek comes back, brows furrowed a little. He's showing Stiles a phone. Stiles' eyes can't focus on the words on the screen, but it's clearly a text conversation. "I was just telling your dad you're alive. Relax."

"You relax," croaks Stiles. That gets an unwilling smirk. "Derek," says Stiles. The name fits in his mouth. He thought it was wrong before, but now that he says it out loud, he can tell that it works. "Derek," he says again, "who—where did you come from?"

"California," says Derek. He reaches up and Stiles feels Derek's fingers on his forehead, brushing his hair back maybe. His touch is warm and Stiles wants more of it.

"Are we in California?"

"No, actually. We're in Colorado."

"Oh, god," groans Stiles, "why?"

Derek laughs, then, once and clearly unexpected. Little soft lines at the outside corners of his eyes. His teeth are kind of crooked, too, and it's nice knowing he has one flaw. It means he's real. "Your cousin's wedding," he says. "Destination wedding to Aspen."

"Aspen," Stiles gripes. Derek nods once, magnanimously. Stiles says, "I don't have a cousin."

"You have four cousins," corrects Derek reasonably, "and a fifth on the way."

"Don't like that," Stiles announces. "California," then. And finally, "Derek. Whoever you're dating, are you dating somebody?"

"I," says Derek instinctively. He draws out the sound a little. "I believe I am, yes."

"Okay. Whoever you're dating, can you dump them and run away with me please?"

"Can I what?"

"Run away with me." That phrase sounds familiar. Musical, somehow. Stiles dismisses this. "C'mon. I said please."

"I will gladly dump the person I'm dating," Derek assures him drily. He is clearly amused. "Subject change, Stiles. Do you know why you're here?"

"To meet you," says Stiles sincerely.

"Close. Only not at all—"

"You're joking? I'm not. I want to."

"Stiles—"

"I just need to find my legs."

"Stiles…"

"I wanna run away with you—"

"God, Stiles, you already did," says Derek exasperatedly. "To your cousin's wedding in Aspen. We are dating. I am dating you."

That doesn't compute. How can Stiles be seeing a man when he just realized thirty seconds ago he likes men? How can Stiles be dating this man and not remember it? Nope, "Pretty sure I'd remember that, bucko," says Stiles smugly.

"Evidently not."

"You're a douchebag," Stiles decides. "That's okay.” He takes Derek in again: Derek’s rolling his eyes and facetiously thanking Stiles for granting him permission to be a douchebag. The shitty attitude is what finally convinces Stiles. “We're dating?"

"Yes," stresses Derek.

"Shit," breathes Stiles. Derek's eyes. His beard. Stiles wants him desperately, so bad it aches in his chest. "You're serious." Derek just raises his eyebrows and looks annoyed. "How'd I pull that off?"

"It's anyone's guess," says Derek.

"You're so… attractive—" Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Help me sit up. I want to look at you —”

"Subject change…"

"Prove it."

"I—what?"

"Prove it." Stiles is genuinely anxious to know something, seeing as everything he's said so far has been wrong. Stupidly, he feels his eyes start to well up. "I can't be—I don't remember—Please tell me something—"

"No. Hey. Calm down." Derek's annoyance has melted away. He's brushing Stiles' hair back again, and Stiles catches his breath. "You… you like peanut butter?"

"Everyone likes peanut butter, Derek," says Stiles miserably.

"I don't—fine. You're kind of shitty at lacrosse. You love baseball…"

"What the hell is lacrosse?"

Derek snorts a little, and then presses the back of his hand to his mouth. Then he tries, "Your earliest memory is of your mom grabbing your arm so you wouldn't walk off a pier in Santa Cruz." Stiles blinks up at the ceiling. He remembers that. He remembers crying, and his mom saying, Jesus! Je—jiminy Christmas! "Your two best friends just got engaged," Derek goes on. Stiles doesn't have faces or names, but he recalls an expansive feeling in his chest. "And you're here because you got your gall bladder taken out."

"My gall bladder?"

"You scared," Derek stresses, going stormy again, "the shit out of me."

"My gall bladder."

"Yes."

"If there was ever a less sexy operation to have," begins Stiles. He's swallowing again. Sighing, Derek holds a cup to his lips. Stiles drinks some of it. It's Sprite, mostly flat. That's familiar, too. "How long?" he asks weakly.

"I dunno. A little more than a day…"

"No. How long have you been, uh," Stiles looks at his eyes again. "Tapping this."

"I'm not going to answer that until you phrase it like an adult."

"Googoo gaga," says Stiles irritably. Derek tilts his head to the side, casually, like he's observing a TV show. "How long have we been, um, dating?"

Derek smirks a little, and then looks at the wall above Stiles' head. "You're gonna get mad if I tell you."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. You're gonna be mad."

"Unless it's one hour, I don't…"

"Three years."

He looks back at Stiles. And he was right. Stiles is mad. "I'm not mad."

"Yes, you are."

How could Stiles have forgotten three years? "I'm not mad."

"Stiles, I can tell you're mad. I'm gonna get the nurse."

"Don't get the nurse. Hold my hand."

"How about," says Derek, sighing and touching his forehead again, "I get the nurse, and then I come back, and then I hold your stupid hand."

Stiles is exhausted. "Is your body as nice as your face, or is it as shitty as your personality?"

"Back button," says Derek.

"Is it nice?"

"Stop it."

"Tell me."

"Yes. Okay? I'm going now."

Stiles figures out how to turn his head just in time to see Derek walk out the door. "Fuck," he whispers. "It is."

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 7

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless

A/N: My second favorite teen wolf character is here a bit early :) This chapter is long as fuck and took me forever. I’m keeping to the basic storyline of the show but changing a few things up.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 7 - Formal

Season 1, Episode 8 + 9

Ramie, Stiles, and Scott had a test first period, during which Stiles and Scott took off in the middle of. Ramie tried to follow them, but Harris didn’t believe that all three of them had to use the bathroom at the same time, especially when he already didn’t trust the three of them to even sit near each other during class. Scott and Stiles thankfully came back and finished their tests, and Stiles explained after class that Scott had a panic attack because he was worked up over Allison. Stiles was acting like the night before hadn’t happened at all, and Ramie couldn’t decide if she was thankful or upset about that.

The rest of her classes before lunch Scott and Stiles weren’t in, so she tried her best to put any thought of the previous night out of her head. She found herself at lunch with Allison and Jackson, feeling oddly like a third wheel. Jackson was flirting with Allison hardcore, and Allison seemed to be completely oblivious. Ramie tuned them out until she heard Jackson nearly choke on his food.

“What?” Jackson was looking at Allison like she had four heads.

“Do you… want a bite?” Allison held out her sandwich.

“Oh, I’m okay,” Jackson looked down. “I thought you said something else.”

Ramie narrowed her eyes at him. He had been acting strange, first freaking out the other night at school, the scabs on the back of his neck, then freaking out over the word “bite.” Ramie as beginning to worry Jackson might be a lot more in tune with what was going on in Scott’s world than they thought. She wanted to tell Scott and Stiles, but the two were sitting at a different table across the lunch room, and she didn’t really feel good about leaving Allison and Jackson alone at the table together.

At the end of the school day, Ramie found Scott and Stiles in the hall heading out to lacrosse practice. They were in the middle of a conversation when she arrived, not noticing her behind them at first.

“Can you just, use your scent to see if you pick up on anything with someone?” Stiles was saying. “Like attraction, arousal, anything.”

“Attraction from who?” Ramie butted in, stepping between them then turning back to face them. They both jumped at her sudden arrival.

“Lydia!” Stiles nearly yelled.

“No, Ramie,” Ramie pointed at herself, teasing Stiles.

“No, I mean I’m talking about Lydia,” Stiles stuttered. “Seeing if she likes me.”

“Yeah, I’ll ask,” Scott said, giving the two of them a weird smirk before walking towards Lydia, who was a bit down the hall pulling books from her locker and putting them in her bag. Ramie saw Scott ask Lydia something, then the two of them went into Coach’s office to talk.

“You coming to practice?” Stiles asked suddenly, breaking the silence between the two of them. Ramie looked up at him but broke eye contact almost immediately, unable to get over the awkward feeling between the two of them.

“Nah, I have to write a paper,” Ramie nodded, tugging on her backpack straps. “Gonna go to a coffee shop and try to finish it up. You’re gonna come over to help Scott with the full moon right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Stiles nodded.

“See you later then,” Ramie gave him a small smile before turning on her heel and walking quickly away, desperate to get out of being alone with him. As upset as she was about Stiles saying their kiss didn’t matter, part of her wished it never happened at all. Things were weird between them, which is what she always feared. She never told him her feelings because she didn’t want things to be weird. And now things were exactly that.

…

Ramie ended up spending the whole afternoon writing her paper at a coffee shop near school and got home just as it got dark. Her mom’s car was gone, but Stiles’ jeep was in the driveway. She opened the front door and immediately heard yelling from upstairs.

“You can’t tell her Scott,” Stiles was yelling. “She’s like, the one girl. My one girl.”

“And what if I do Stiles,” Scott’s voice sounded strange, almost robotic and sinister. “She would laugh in your face if she knew. She would never like you.”

“What is going on up here,” Ramie yelled, running up the stairs. She found Stiles sitting on the floor outside Scott’s door, leaning against the wall and looking upset. He glanced at her then turned his head into the room, telling Scott to shut up, even though Scott wasn’t saying anything at the time. Ramie walked past Stiles and looked into Scott’s room, finding him handcuffed to the heater.

“Full moon precautions?” Ramie glanced down at Stiles. He nodded, not looking up at her. She sighed and slid down the wall on the other side of Scott’s door. She could hear him struggling to get out of the handcuffs, but ignored him, knowing it was just to keep him and everyone else safe.

“Stop being a bitch about Lydia,” Ramie said towards Scott, not looking into the room.

“Stiles is just so in love with her,” Scott muttered, making Ramie’s heart twang. “I don’t think he’ll ever have feelings for any other girl. It would be ridiculous for any girl other than Lydia to even think about being with him.”

Ramie started at her hands in her lap. It was almost like Scott was saying these things specifically to hurt her. More clanging came from the room, Scott obviously still struggling against the handcuffs.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s been like this all night, it’s the full moon,” Stiles said from next to her. She could feel his eyes on her but she didn’t look up, just continued to look at her hands. Suddenly there was a loud crash and Stiles and Ramie stood up quickly, running into each other as they tried to enter Scott’s room. However, it was too late. Scott had torn out of the handcuffs and took off out the window.

“Shit,” Stiles muttered. “Should we follow him?”

Ramie moved to the window, sticking her head out of it. The street was empty and quiet, Scott was nowhere to be found.

“Can’t follow him if we can’t find him,” she sighed, sitting back on Scott’s bed. Stiles groaned.

“I’ll go drive around and see if I can find him,” Stiles said, grabbing his keys off Scott’s desk. “Wanna come?"

“Uh, I can’t,” Ramie lied. “Gotta finish my paper.”

Stiles nodded at her, moving towards the door. She got up and followed him out of Scott’s room quickly, saying goodbye to him before going into her own room. They both agreed they would let the other know if either of them saw Scott. Ramie sat in her room the rest of the night, watching Netflix since her paper was actually finished, and tried to not think about the previous night and Scott’s words from earlier. Even though he was probably right. Stiles had the biggest crush on Lydia forever and Ramie told herself she needed to get over her crush on Stiles. Formal was coming up and she figured she could get over Stiles if she found someone else to go with.

She was about to text Lydia and ask if she knew anyone that could take her when she heard the front door open, and voices coming upstairs. One was Scott and the other sounded like Derek. Ramie’s door was closed, the door on her side of the bathroom was open and Scott’s side was open a crack, so she could hear the conversation happening in Scott’s room. Scott was asking Derek if there was a cure to the bite. Derek told Scott that the only cure he had ever heard of was he had to kill the alpha that bit him, aka the huge creature that was chasing them through the school the other night. And Derek didn’t even know if that cure was real.

Ramie was in the middle of texting Stiles that Scott was home safe when she heard Derek walk past her door. Without thinking, she got up quickly, quietly following Derek downstairs. She snuck out the front door, closing it slowly behind her so Scott wouldn’t hear.

“Derek, wait,” she called, running down the walkway to the driveway. Derek was standing outside of his car, the door open but not yet inside.

“You’re lucky I saved your idiot brother’s ass,” Derek told her, closing the car door and leaning against it.

“I’m not here to thank you,” Ramie mimicked his posture, crossing her arms at him. “I wanted to ask you something, a favor.” Derek raised his eyebrows at her, glancing up towards Scott’s window.

“A favor you don’t want Scott to know about?” He questioned. Ramie sighed, following Derek’s gaze. She nodded.

“I want you to teach me how to protect myself,” She tore her gaze away from Scott’s window, meeting Derek’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows at her again. “I know I don’t have wolf powers or anything like that, but I feel so helpless in every situation this shit gets me into. You’re much better at fighting than Scott and I’m sure some is experience and some has to do with wolf powers but-“

“I know some things about hand to hand combat,” Derek shrugged. “Self-defense kind of stuff.” Ramie nodded excitedly.

“Can we just not mention it to Scott or Stiles? I know if they find out they’ll freak out about it and not want me involved.”

“They want to keep you safe,” Derek told her.

“I know, but I want to keep myself safe too,” she fired back. Derek looked like he was considering things.

“Fine,” Derek said, opening his car door again. “Meet me at my house at 6am tomorrow. We’ll train for an hour or so and you can get back home before Scott wakes up.” He closed his car door before saying anything else, backing out of the driveway and driving down the dark street.

…

The next day felt like it went on forever. Ramie got up early to train with Derek, had school, then later that night found herself in a car chase with Scott, Stiles and Derek. The cops were after Derek, thinking he was the murderer from the school, and the Argents were also after him. When Ramie, Scott and Stiles diverted the Argents by driving Dereks’ car, and once they picked up Derek, making sure he evaded the police, they learned that Derek was sure he was close to catching the alpha. After that, it was an extremely awkward ride home shoved in the backseat of Derek’s tiny car, practically on top of Stiles, due to there barely being any space. Ramie was thankful that night to be in bed, her body sore from her training and her mind racing from being in the middle of a car chase, and from being so close to Stiles for the whole drive.

Their next step was stealing Allison’s necklace. Her necklace had some sort of symbol on it that Derek needed to see. Ramie said she wouldn’t steal from her friend, saying she refused to get in the middle of Scott and Allison.

“Just ask her if you can borrow it,” Stiles was saying as the three of them walked into school the next morning.

“How?”

“Easy, just say hey Allison, can I borrow this?” Ramie encouraged.

“Just need to see if there’s anything on it, or in it, that might help me figure out how to kill an Alpha werewolf so I can get back together with you,” Stiles continued, shrugging as if it was simple. Scott raised his eyebrows.

“Just talk to her,” Ramie said.

“I can’t,” Scott whined.

“So steal it,” Stiles shrugged again.

“I can’t do that either,” Scott threw his hands up, defeated. “What if she only takes it off in the shower or something.”

“That’s why you ease back into it, remind her of your good times,” Stiles stopped, turning to Scott, who was looking dreamily at nothing in particular. Ramie furrowed her eyebrows at him, her brother clearly not listening. Stiles shoved him on the chest. “You’re thinking about her in the shower aren’t you.”

Scott smirked, giving a dreamy nod. Stiles scoffed and Ramie pulled a fake gagging noise, turning to continue walking down the hallway.

“Men,” Ramie rolled her eyes as she heard the two boys following after her, mumbling at each other.

“Hey, it’s not just me,” Scott was saying. “Stiles just told me the other day he had a dream about-“ Scott didn’t get the chance to finish as Stiles shoved him, pushing him into the lockers. Ramie turned to the two of them, Scott a smirk on his face and Stiles looking at Scott like he could kill him, his cheeks red.

“I don’t wanna know,” Ramie shook her head, turning and walking to her first class, leaving the bickering boys behind.

…

Ramie’s classes for that day were different from Scott and Stiles, so she didn’t see them until school had ended, when Scott asked Ramie to spy on Allison and Jackson with him. Ramie was hesitant, Allison being her friend, but Scott was pretty upset about Allison breaking up with him, and she decided she needed to put her brother first. She found Scott not so subtly sulking on the bleachers above the pool, staring down at Jackson and Allison, who were swimming laps together. Ramie sat down next to her brother as he pulled open the backpack in front of him. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is that,” she started, but Scott gave her a death glare. She lowered her voice. “Is that Allison’s bag?”

Scott nodded, rummaging around in the pockets while Ramie looked around, making sure no one was watching to two of them. Ramie huffed at him but didn’t stop him, moving her eyes down to Allison and Jackson in the pool, who were playfully splashing each other. She could tell Scott was not happy about how flirty Jackson was towards Allison.

“Jackson knows,” Scott mumbled, opening another pocket of Allison’s bag. “Knows?”

“About me,” Scott continued. Ramie nodded, not pushing further. She wasn’t surprised. Jackson was conniving and knew practically everything about everyone, which he usually used to his advantage. “He was talking to me today in the lunch room, whispering. He knew I could hear him.”

“He’s a dick,” Ramie said, glaring towards him even though Jackson was preoccupied with with Allison.

“It’s not here,” Scott sighed, closing Allison’s bag.

“You need to just talk to her,” Ramie told her brother, who was about to protest when Ramie’s phone rang. It was Stiles, telling her he was by her locker waiting to bring her home. Stiles was planning on convincing Danny to trace the text Ramie and Allison got on the night that they almost got killed by the alpha, and Ramie had, of course, agreed to help him. Ramie again told Scott to talk to Allison before heading down the stairs towards the hallway to her locker.

She found Stiles playing on his phone, leaned up against the locker next to hers. She couldn’t help but look him over as she approached. He was wearing black jeans and a muted blue flannel over a white tee, not an abnormal outfit for him, but Ramie thought he looked particularly good on that day. He glanced up and Ramie tried to look like she hadn’t been staring, giving him a small smile.

“Hey Raim, ready to-“ Stiles started, before a voice cut him off.

“Ramie,” The voice came from behind her. A tall boy with curly light brown hair stepped out of the classroom she had just walked by. Isaac Lahey, he was in their grade and in most of Ramie’s classes. He was quiet but sweet, and Ramie always thought he was pretty cute. She knew him casually, but she never talked to him outside of class. “Can I talk to you?”

Ramie glanced towards Stiles, who had his eyes narrowed at the two of them. She looked back at Isaac, who was looking at his feet.

“Stiles I’ll meet you at the jeep, okay?” Ramie said to Stiles, who opened his mouth but Ramie gave his a death glare and he closed it again. He huffed but turned down the hallway, leaving Ramie and Isaac alone.

“What’s up Isaac,” Ramie asked, continuing her walk down the hall as he followed, stopping beside her when she got to her locker.

“I was just wondering,” Issac said quietly, Ramie having to listen hard to hear him. “Did you have any plans to go to the dance this weekend?”

Ramie shoved her books in her bag, closing her locker and turning to Isaac, who was still looking at his feet. She hadn’t thought much about the dance, with everything going on she forgot it was so soon.

“I’m sure Lydia will drag me there as she usually does,” Ramie laughed, and Isaac giggled with her. He glanced up, meeting her eyes for a second. He had a soft smile on his face, and Ramie couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Well I was wondering, maybe we could go together?” Isaac asked, breaking eye contact again and fiddling with the straps on his backpack. “If you wanted to, it’s okay if not.”

“I’d love to,” Ramie said, surprising herself. She had been hoping Stiles would ask her, but she knew deep down there wasn’t a chance of that happening. Isaac was sweet and certainly attractive, so she decided to take the chance with him.

“Really?” Isaac asked, his eyes meeting hers. He looked surprised, though Ramie wasn’t sure why. She always thought that if Isaac was more social he would probably be a hit with any girl or guy in school. He was more the type to purposefully blend in, though. Ramie nodded at him, and smile spread across his face.

“Awesome, okay, cool,” He stuttered. Ramie’s face felt hot, he really was cute. “Can I get your number? We can plan everything out and whatever.”

Ramie put her number in Isaac’s phone and gave him a quick hug before heading out to the parking lot to meet Stiles. She hopped into the front seat of the jeep and buckled up, glancing over at Stiles when she realized he wasn’t starting the car. His eyes were fixed on her, looking confused.

“What?” She asked, almost defensively.

“What are you grinning about? What did Lahey want?”

“Okay detective Stilinski, calm down,” she raised her hands at him as he questioned her.  Stiles just continued to look at her.

“Issac asked me to the dance this weekend,” she said casually, looking down at her phone to find a text from Isaac and saving his number.

“And you said?” Stiles questioned again.

“I said yes,” Ramie shrugged. Stiles was silent. She glanced over at him and his eyes were straight ahead, staring out the windshield.

“I didn’t know you were going,” Stiles said after a minute.

“Well Lydia usually drags me along to those things and I figured it would be nice to not third wheel for once,” Ramie told him, not making eye contact. “Isaac’s sweet, he’s in a bunch of my classes.”

“Yeah, he’s on the team,” Stiles grumbled, finally starting up the jeep.

“So you like him, he’s nice?”

“I don’t really know him,” Stiles said. “I’ve heard from other people he has a thing for you.”

“Really?” Ramie looked toward Stiles, who simply nodded. His jaw was clenched. She wondered if Isaac had played more than Stiles or something, which could be why Stiles didn’t seem to like him. She didn’t press him any further the rest of the way home, and didn’t have a chance to bring it up again once they got back to the Stilinski’s, since Derek had shown up in Stiles’ room, still hiding from the police. Stiles explained to Derek that Scott was still trying to get Allison’s necklace, but they were also going to try to trace the texts Ramie and Allison received. When Danny showed up he was not impressed that Stiles’ told him he looked up his arrest records to find out that Danny would be able to trace the texts.

“I was 13, the charges were dropped,” He stood over Stiles, who was sitting at his desk chair. Ramie was pretending to read on his bed while Derek flipped through a book, sitting in the chair in the corner, a permanent scowl on his face. Stiles made a noise and shrugged, clearly not caring about Danny’s charges and only caring about the text being traced. “We’re doing lab work.”

Stiles gave an annoyed look towards Ramie who shrugged, mouthing at him to keep trying. Stiles rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer.

“Who’s he again?” Danny asked, pointing towards Derek.

“My cousin,” Stiles glanced at Derek. “Miguel.”

Derek’s head slowly raised to glare at Stiles, and Ramie bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

“Is that blood on his shirt?” Danny whispered.

“He gets bad nose bleeds,” Stiles nodded. Ramie snorted and attempted to cover it with a cough. “I thought I told you you could borrow a shirt, Miguel.”

Derek got up, slamming the book closed and throwing it on the bed, it smacking Ramie’s leg, her giving him a glare. He ignored her, walking over to Stiles’ dresser. Stiles was trying to get Danny to give in on tracing the text while Derek pulled off his shirt, throwing in on the floor. Ramie shameless looked over his back muscles and she caught Danny doing the same. Stiles looked between the two of them, sighing.

“Stiles,” Derek said. “This, no fit.”

“Then try something else,” Stiles spat back. He looked back and forth between Danny, who was staring, and Derek. Derek pulled on a different shirt. “Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think Danny?”

Danny nodded, mumbling that it looked fine. The shirt was incredibly tight on Derek, looking like it was made for a child. Ramie had to pull her book over her face to keep from laughing.

“It’s not really his color,” Danny said as Derek pulled the shirt off.

“You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don’t you Danny boy,” Stiles said, turning back towards the computer.

“You’re a horrible person,” Danny shook his head.

“I know it keeps me awake at night, anyway, about that text.”

“Stiles!” Derek nearly yelled. “None of these fit.”

Stiles slowly turned back to Danny, who looked between Derek and Stiles. He sighed, pulling the laptop away from Stiles.

“I’ll need the ISP, phone number and exact time of text,” Danny said, beginning to type. Stiles threw both of his arms in the air in celebration, turning to Ramie and sending her a wink. Fifteen minutes later Danny had uncovered that the text was actually sent from a computer, which wasn’t even the strangest part. The computer was registered under Ramie’s mom, Melissa, it had come from her computer at the hospital. When they found this out Ramie had immediately left Stiles’, going home to see if her Mom was there so she could ask her about the text. She unfortunately, wasn’t home.

Ramie waited awhile to see if she would show up, but it got to be too late and Ramie had to head to the school for the lacrosse game. She didn’t want to miss it, since Stiles was actually supposed to be playing. She found a seat in the stands by herself, Lydia had told her she wouldn’t be there, which was strange, but Ramie didn’t get the chance to ask why after the afternoon she had had with Derek and Stiles. She searched the bench for Stiles, since the game was about to start, but he was nowhere to be found. She made eye contact with Isaac, who waved and gave her a huge grin, and as she watched him take the field, she forgot about Stiles for a few minutes.

[plus-size-reader]

The Only Thing That Matters

Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1380 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader is Stiles’ girlfriend and Scott’s new beta. Stiles wants to experience her shift by her side but it isn’t safe. After all, how safe could having a she-wolf gf be? 

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Stiles wasn’t happy by any means about you becoming Scott’s beta but if anyone was going to be your alpha, he was glad it was his best friend. 

With you being part of the McCall pack meant that your loving, protective boyfriend was never too far away. 

That being said, there were a lot of internal struggles that came with being a wolf that Stiles couldn’t protect you from. 

Your monthly shift being one of them. 

There was literally nothing Stiles could do to help you. No amount of caring could or would stop all of the pain and stress you were forced to endure on those dark nights. 

If he could, the boy you loved would take every ounce of pain from you for himself but it didn’t work that way...so he found something else that could help. 

During the entirety of the full moon, Stiles spent it with you. 

Each grueling moment, and every menacing snarl, none of it phased him. Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time with Scott or that he loved you so much, but whatever it was...he wasn’t bothered. 

In fact, the only thing that upset him about it was that you had to go through it in the first place. 

“Y/N, just breathe, I’m right here” he assured, his hand coming forward to land on your knee, which was bare due to the shorts you had on. You hadn’t started shifting yet but it was happening. 

You could feel the force of the moon tugging on every cell in your body as if you’d lose it at any moment. There was no way to know when it would happen but you wanted to make sure Stiles was as far away as possible when it did. 

You weren’t going to hurt him, if it was the last thing you ever did. 

“How are you holding up?” he wondered, half expecting you to get pissed at him for asking such a stupid question. Luckily, you weren’t at the point in the night where you were too irritable yet. 

You just weren’t sure how to answer him. There really wasn’t any good way to go about it. You weren’t holding up, not really. All you could do was wait for the moon to wreak havoc on you and hope the damage wasn’t too bad this time. 

“I’ll be fine Stiles, but you need to leave” You groaned, pushing some of your hair from your face, noticing the profuse sweat that was covering your skin in a sheen. 

It was starting and at a certain point, it wouldn’t matter how much you loved Stiles or how desperately you wanted to protect him...he would become just another target. 

Everything that moved was in danger when you shifted and as a beta to the true alpha, there was no way to know just how extensive the damage would be. 

You just had to wait it out, and you couldn’t do that with Stiles breathing down your neck. 

“No, I can’t leave you all alone...I won’t” this was news to you. Even Allison had never seen Scott during the shift. It was just too much for anyone to process if they weren’t experiencing it themselves. 

Even if Stiles did want to help you, it was too risky. Stiles didn’t seem to understand that you could crumble his sternum with ease. Accidents happen, and you weren’t about to deliver a crushing blow to the man you loved.

You just couldn’t take the chance that something would go wrong. 

“I’m not asking Stiles, I need you to leave. You could die” you were forceful, and made it abundantly clear that no matter what, he wasn’t going to stay there. 

Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t listening. Stiles had no concern for his own wellbeing and didn’t care if something happened to him. All he could think about in that moment was you. 

You needed him to be there for you, and he would. 

“Alright fine, I’ll go” he lied, laughing to himself as he humored you. You couldn’t help but groan as you watched him, with his hands up in defeat. He was being a prick, but cute none-the-less. 

Stiles was determined, you would give him that. 

He kept the bit up, even leaving the room and walking all the way down to the kitchen, before turning back around and coming back. He knew you could hear his footsteps. 

After he made it up to the bedroom door once more, he just stood there outside the door for a few minutes, letting you listening to his heartbeat. 

“Stiles! Get in here” You barked, slamming your back against the wall in succession with the opening of the door. You weren’t in your right mind anymore, consumed with the pulsing in your mind. 

That was all it took. As soon as you asked him into the room, he was right by your side, holding tightly to your hand like an anchor. You could see the worry on his face, but even if you couldn’t, you would have been able to smell the anxiety coming off of him in waves. 

He’d seen plenty of werewolf shifts but never like this. “What’s going on?” He hummed, wincing slightly as your grip on his hand tightened, nearly making every finger in his hand go numb. 

“Everything hurts and I kind of want to chew off your face” You explained, trying your hardest to be honest without scaring him. If you got your way, you would have just tore your own skin off but that wasn’t going to help you any. 

Stiles was understandably taken aback by your sentence but let it happen anyway. You were the love of his life and if this was what you had to do, it was the only way.

“Ok, that’s alright, we can deal with that” he rambled, focusing his attention on making you feel better. He wanted so badly to make it go away but the only option he had was to chill out with you until you came down. 

That was when the growling started, breaking his heart instantly. Every little noise you made hurt him more than the last. 

He had to remember to punish Scott later for all this. 

“GET OUT OF HERE STILES” You screamed, slamming your fists into the floor beneath you before they returned to your temples in an attempt to dull the throbbing. You could feel your claws ripping through the layers of flesh in yours hands and your temperature must have been at least 120 degrees by now. You were losing control and it was going to get bad really fast if something didn’t give. 

Stiles had been expecting that reaction but he didn’t want to leave you all alone. That being said, you sounded desperate to get him out of there and he didn’t want to upset you any further either, so the boy did as you asked and left the room. 

He couldn’t bring himself to leave but he could sit behind the cover of the door so you would feel better. 

As much as Stiles cared about you, he also wanted what was best for you and you couldn’t make it through the night if you were worried about him the whole time. 

So there he sat, listening to your groaning and howls of pain all night long, until morning light broke and the rattling of chains against the floor stopped. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he called out, still keeping the door closed in case you were still very much alert and on the prowl. After half the things he’d heard last night, there was no doubt you really were in a bad place. 

You didn’t answer at first, just resting against the cool floor, which felt amazing on your skin which had been burning most of the night. 

Until finally you sighed, “I’m all good Stiles, come on in” you allowed, setting up yourself, to rest against the wall. There were scratches all alone the wall and wood floor that matched your claws and blood scattered about, but nothing near as bad as it could have been. 

Stiles was still alive, and honestly...that was all that mattered to you.

[lydisms]

only human | self para

word count: 2000 (it’s really long sorry)

summary: after being sent back to eichen house, the orderlies pick up where they left off with Lydia. only this time the experiments get rid of her powers completely instead of amplifying them and they work on different types of torture.

trigger warnings: torture, violence, mention of needles

When Lydia opened her eyes she recognized the familiar white walls immediately. She was sitting in the middle of a room at Eichen, her hands shackled to the arms of the chair. On the side of one wall by the door read “Supernatural Unit.” There were a group of orderlies in front of her smirking. Lydia didn’t remember much after being driven back to Eichen so she imagined they knocked her out at some point. “Welcome back, Lydia. You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this moment.” Actually, Lydia figured. She had fought quite a bit of them in that building and Lydia always knew they wanted revenge. She feared they were going to kill her immediately after hearing Charles and her dad were sending her there. “Thank God for your father and his friend. When we offered them money to have you committed here, they jumped at the opportunity. Do you want to know how much your life is worth? $200. How does it feel to have a father who hates you that much?” Lydia didn’t want to listen. She was doing her very best to focus on anything else and to drown out their voices. The banshee needed a plan to get out- that was her main concern. Not the fact that her father was willing to be paid off to get rid of her. “Of course none of us had any idea how fast it would happen. You made it easy for us, Lydia. You and that monster in this town.” There were five orderlies. Lydia had begun counting so she could distract herself from what they were saying. Five; she could easily knock them out. Then she’d just make a run for the exit. It couldn’t be that hard, right? “Now you’re back where you belong. No visitors this time and escaping isn’t possible. We have plans for you. It’s a shame your friend isn’t here, though. Maybe we should bring her in for old times sake too. Talia, right?” The mention of Talia was enough to get her attention, though. Lydia couldn’t help herself and she immediately spit in one of their faces when they got close enough. “You bring her here and I’ll kill you.” Lydia warned, but before she could say anything else one of the orderlies was slapping her in the face. That was it for Lydia. She wasn’t going to wait any longer and she immediately screamed in their direction. All five of them fell to the floor unconscious shortly after and the shackles on Lydia’s wrists were broken. She got out of the chair and made a run towards the door. Unfortunately for Lydia she was greeted by six more orderlies and a taser right outside the door. Lydia fell to the ground and before she could even try to scream again or fight back, one of them hit her in the back of the head and she remained unconscious.

Lydia groaned as she woke up once more. This time she wasn’t in a chair but she was laying down in a bed with the same familiar shackles on her hands and feet this time as well. Lydia pulled to try and break free on instinct but it was no use. Every part of her body was aching with pain and her vision was blurry. She blinked a few times to try and see clearly when she noticed blood on her pillow. Immediately Lydia brought her hand up to her head to see if that’s where the bleeding was coming from. There was a bump but thankfully not another hole drilled into her head. But that’s when Lydia noticed some marks on her arm as though a needle had been pricked into her skin. And she saw an orderly coming with another needle. Lydia immediately tried to scream to fight them off again, but the scream came out completely normal- there was no wailing, no sound vibrations, nothing. Lydia tried again and it was the same thing. In fact, her throat was starting to burn and feel like it was on fire. “W-what did you do?” Lydia mumbled, shaking her head at the orderly who was laughing. “Your powers are gone now. Good luck trying to fight your way out of here.” Lydia shook her head furiously again. “No.. you didn’t.. that’s not possible..” She was starting to become tired all of a sudden. Maybe she was hallucinating. There was no way they were able to take her powers away, right? Fear ran over her entire body as she tried to figure out what they did to her when she was knocked out and what kind of twisted experiments they must have tried on her. She was fighting to keep her eyes open but the room was spinning and suddenly Lydia was asleep again.

“Wake up.” Lydia heard someone yelling at her and she immediately flinched, only to be reminded that she was chained to a bed. Her wrists were starting to hurt and she wondered what they had been doing to her. Her body was in too much pain to have just been sleeping all this time. Lydia felt honestly sick to her stomach- even more so when she remembered that they somehow took her powers away. What was the point all of this? What did they want from Lydia? She was starting to wonder if their truly was no end goal here except to completely torture her. Maybe kill her, which was a lot easier now that she couldn’t defend herself with her abilities. “We’re going to take some trips down memory lane. Remind you of all the reasons you’re here. We’re doing Beacon Hills a favor by keeping you here. All you do is kill people.” He said in the cruelest tone of voice. Suddenly he was pressing play on an old recorder and Lydia heard the recording of her Grandma being murdered- the one she heard at Eichen a few years ago. Only this time, Lydia didn’t have Stiles with her to distract her from the tape. She couldn’t focus on the sound of his voice. God, she missed him so much.

The tape replayed for about an hour before Lydia began to beg them to stop. Though she might not have if she knew what was coming next. A needle was injected into her arm and the pain was unbearable. Lydia screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore, wondering what the hell they had injected into her. The second she stopped screaming, her eyelids were once again becoming heavy. Only when they closed she wasn’t asleep. No, she was seeing visions of the night her mother died. When that memory was over, it switched to Allison dying. Then Aiden, Nate, Ariel.. everyone Lydia loved who she ever had to watch die. The memories were being dragged out of her mind and playing on repeat. Lydia felt like she was in her own personal hell. Once in awhile the memories of death would stop and instead were replaced with some of her most traumatic moments. Finding out her sister had died, being killed by hunters, Jackson and the abuse he put her through, having a hole drilled into her skull, tormented by Peter, Charles, Death, the list went on. 

Everyday would be a mix of weird experiments on her followed by those worst memories being played on loop in her mind. To the point where Lydia couldn’t see anything else anymore. She was becoming so delirious that the memories were starting to become a bit twisted. There were moments where her mother was screaming at her that this was all her fault, or the same for Nate. Things that Lydia knew didn’t actually happen but she was so out of her mind that she couldn’t figure out what was real anymore. There was a sound of a drill repeatedly playing and Lydia didn’t even know if the orderlies were doing that to mess with her or it was her own mind.

She didn’t even know how long she had been in Eichen. It felt like an eternity when in reality it had only been five days. If breaking Lydia was the endgame here, they were pretty damn close. The only thing keeping Lydia going was the fact that she needed to get out of here to get back to Stiles. It was all she wanted, and it gave Lydia the strength to not completely give up. That’s why when one of the orderlies came in to change one of her bandages and they had to take her shackles off to do so, Lydia fought back immediately. They might’ve thought she was too weak to do so but it didn’t stop Lydia. She kicked him in the groin so that he fell to the ground and then Lydia grabbed the closest thing she could find- a walkie talkie- and hit him in the head with it so he was knocked out. She slowly peered out the hallway and the coast was clear so Lydia took off running; only to be met with ten orderlies at the end of the hallway.

Lydia could see a couple possible outcomes. Either she went willingly back into her room at Eichen and continued this torture for who knew how long. Or she could fight back- which she knew would either end with her reuniting with Stiles and her friends, or her dying. It was a risk she was willing to take. There was no way in hell Lydia was going down that easily. She took a deep breath and charged at them. Maybe they took her powers away but she could still fight, and she would do so until she physically couldn’t anymore. Only problem was they had actual weapons. Guns, tasers, knives, you name it. Lydia was doing her best to fight back and she knocked a couple of them out but eventually they managed to get her on the ground again. One held a gun up to her head and another shook his head. “No.” He said before kicking Lydia in the stomach. “Let’s have some fun with her first.” And then the punching, the kicks, even a few knife cuts and everything else came. Lydia didn’t know how long it lasted but she could barely move afterwards. She knew eventually she was going to die on this floor if she didn’t do something soon and that was not an option. Lydia knew she was not a weak person. They could take her powers but those abilities did not define her. With whatever strength Lydia had buried deep inside of her, she was able to reach forward and grab a gun that was tied to someone’s boot. She couldn’t see through her swollen eye and the blood that was on her face but she was able to shoot him in the leg. After that, it might’ve been a mix of adrenaline and the overwhelming desire to make it out of this alive, but Lydia stood up. Her leg might’ve been broken at this point so it was a miracle but she ultimately lifted herself off the ground. Lydia wasn’t going to die here. She wanted to get home to Stiles, to see her friends again. She had to. It was enough to give her the energy to fight these guys. Ten guys and Lydia took them all out with no powers. And after that she headed for the exit and didn’t look back.

The strawberry blonde practically crawled out of the Eichen doors. Once she was free and the adrenaline wore off, Lydia was hit with the pain again. She could hardly breathe and she knew multiple bones were broken. She just needed to get home.. but- she couldn't make it. Lydia tried and tried with every ounce of her being but she only made it about .1 miles from Eichen before she collapsed on the side of the road, leaving a trail of blood behind her. 

[extrasteps]

Stacked Chapter 7

See previous photoset here.

Theo woke up with dread burning in his stomach. He just knew that taking that one amazing, perfect day with Liam was going to blow up in his face in a big way. He wasn’t allowed to be this happy - the universe wouldn’t allow it.

He got ready for the day with extreme reluctance, and Liam picked up on his mood immediately, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“It’ll be fine,” he soothed.

It wouldn’t, but he appreciated that Liam was trying.

They were meant to meet Scott and the others at Scott’s place in an hour, and Theo told him he’d meet him there. He wanted to slip into his house and steal some more clothes. Liam meant well, letting Theo borrow some of his, but Theo was wider in the shoulders than Liam, and his shirts were uncomfortably tight. He gathered that that was the point though, with the way Liam’s eyes often drifted to his shoulders, gaze turning dark with lust.

Theo somehow managed to leave Liam behind as he drove to his house, pausing in front of his door and taking a deep breath before opening it.

It was like he’d known this was going to happen.

He stepped through the front door, head tilted to the side, listening.

There was no one home, no heartbeats. His fake parents had probably bailed after he hadn’t come home again, figuring it was safe to do so. It was. He had no intention of hunting them down. His cover was well and truly blown now.

Just as he’d managed to fill a bag full of clothes, he felt it. The hum of electricity. They were coming. There was no point in running. There was nowhere he could go that they wouldn’t find him.

Closing his bedroom door behind him, he made his way into the lounge room where they were waiting.

“What do you want?” He demanded.

On the coffee table there were three dossiers and he moved forward, swaggering with a confidence he didn’t feel as he scooped them up, flipping through them.

Three teenagers. Three new chimeras. Three new graves.

“Find them,” they intoned. “Train them.”

And then with a crackle they were gone.

“Just a brief visit then,” he muttered, plucking out the three photos and examining them with a sigh. He wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. Was he under suspicion? Were they testing him?

He picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Looked like he had a few stops to make before he made it to Scott’s house.

***

Liam paced in Scott’s kitchen, wearing a track into the floor.

“Liam,” Mason said, sounding concerned.

“He’s coming,” Liam snapped, eyes fixed on the clock. Theo was almost half an hour late now. Stiles was already making snarky comments about how Theo had skipped town and the urge to throttle him was growing stronger by the second.

But it wasn’t because he was angry. It was because he was afraid.

What if it was true?

What if Theo really had left him?

He’d like to think that after the day they’d spent together yesterday that Theo could never do that, but how well did he know him really? Was their bond stronger than Theo’s fear? Liam wasn’t sure.

By the time an hour had passed, he was sitting on the couch between Mason and Scott, ignoring the conversation going on around him, staring down at his hands.

Before Theo had left earlier he’d used those same hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him, telling him he’d see him again soon. Surely that hadn’t been their last kiss. Surely fate wasn’t that cruel.

“Theo doing a bunk doesn’t change the facts,” Stiles was arguing, “these doctor guys are a serious threat. We have to do something.”

He’d come today despite his suspicion of Theo, which Liam appreciated, but he was also getting on his nerves, and he didn’t have many nerves to begin with. His IED was simmering in his chest, getting close to boiling point.

He looked at Mason. “I think I need to go,” he said quietly. “Mase-”

“Punching bag, got it,” Mason said, jumping to his feet. “Go out back. Me and Corey will bring it out.”

Ever since his diagnosis, Mason had been more than supportive. He had his boot filled with a large punching bag and gloves, kept it in there every single day despite the inconvenience, just so Liam would have something to hit that wasn’t a wall, or someone else’s face.

Liam stalked outside, ignoring the others calling after him. If he went back, he would do or say something he would regret.

Corey set up the bag on the nearest tree, and they left him to it, grunting as he took out his aggression on the bag, blood rushing in his ears, seeing red.

He punched the bag again and again and again, taking out all of his fear and frustration on it until his arms and shoulders were aching and he was panting for breath, his anger spent.

When he turned toward the house, exhausted and covered with sweat, his eyes fell upon Theo, sitting on the back step.

Theo looked concerned as he slowly rose to his feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Liam shivered. “You didn’t leave,” he said, voice flat. He didn’t have any emotion left in his body. He was wrung out.

“I had to make a few pit stops,” Theo said with a sigh, walking towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

Liam considered him. There was nothing about the way Theo was looking at him that suggested he was lying, and Liam didn’t know what to think.

“I’m used to being on my own,” Theo continued when it was clear that Liam wasn’t going to say anything. “Mason chewed me out when I got here, told me off for worrying you. And he was right. It was a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry, Liam.”

Slowly, Liam nodded. “Okay,” he said.

He walked past Theo into the house, stripping off his gloves. His knuckles were red and sore. He hadn’t had time to strap them before the need to hit something had overwhelmed him. But they would heal.

Liam came to a stop at the kitchen door, looking at the three strangers with suspicion.

“Theo’s extra pit stops, I assume,” he said to Scott, continuing inside.

“Yeah,” Scott sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. “The Dread Doctors are making more chimeras.”

Theo came to stand next to Liam, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Liam, meet my new chimera pack. Corey, Josh and Tracy.”

He looked between the three of them, a twinge of fear breaking through the numbness. The Dread Doctors were making more chimeras. What did that mean for Theo?

***

Theo felt like a complete asshole. Liam had had an attack, and it was all his fault. How had he not even considered sending him a text? In his own defence, he hadn’t realised that it would take so long to convince the three new chimeras to come with him, and they’d all demanded explanations from him about what was happening to them, but now he had them more or less on board, accepting him, somewhat reluctantly, as their leader.

It wasn’t that he was any more thrilled than them by this state of affairs. Not even two weeks ago he would have been ecstatic to have his own pack, but now it meant nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was Liam, and hopefully somehow being able to gain his freedom.

Liam walked away to go and clean up a bit in Scott’s bathroom, leaving Theo standing in the lounge room with Scott’s pack and his three new pack members all staring at him.

“What now?” Theo asked, looking at Scott.

“I think we need help,” Scott said. “We need more information about the Dread Doctors.”

Theo sighed. “You need the author.”

“McCammon?” Scott asked, looking at him intently.

“That’s not his real name,” he said. “It’s Valack.”

“He’s the one who it’s dedicated to,” Stiles pointed out, holding out a copy of the book, showing the relevant page.

Theo nodded. “He wrote it under a pseudonym. The book makes you remember them. The Dread Doctors. That’s why he wrote it.”

“If you know so much,” Stiles said, a sneer on his face as he stalked closer, “then why don’t you tell us everything there is to know about them.”

“He already has,” Scott said, voice terse. “He told me everything he knew.”

Stiles scoffed. “Sure he did.”

“I trust him,” Scott said, finality in his tone. “Liam trusts him.”

Stiles glowered but didn’t respond. Theo couldn’t even blame him. He’d come here with the intention of infiltrating their pack and destroying it, making it anew with him as the alpha. That wasn’t his goal anymore, but Stiles had been right not to trust him, then at least.

Now, it’d be nice if he would give Theo the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay,” Scott said, turning and looking around. “We have questions, let’s figure out exactly what we need to know before we decide who is going where.”

“Alright,” Stiles said, speaking up again now, glaring at Theo. “First question, what do the Dread Doctors want?”

“They want to resurrect the Beast,” Theo told him. “For that, they need a genetic chimera.”

“Why didn’t they just use you?” Stiles asked, moving closer. “This all seems pretty convenient.”

“It didn’t work with me,” he said with a sigh. “Believe me, they tried.” For years, they’d experimented on him in every possible way while he was strapped to their gurney. He’d been pathetically grateful when the pain had finally stopped and they’d started using him in other ways instead. It had made sense to him. Hurt others so that they didn’t hurt him.

He knew better now.

“So they made more,” Scott hummed. “Why these three? What’s special about them?”

“It’s like Finch said the other day in class,” Theo explained. “Chimeras have more than one kind of DNA. Maybe it’s a transplant, a blood transfusion, whatever. I stole medical records for them a few months ago. They want young people, children and teenagers. They survive longer in their experiments, generally.”

“How old were you?” Liam asked quietly. He was standing at the door, rubbing a thumb over his red knuckles.

“When?” Theo turned towards him.

“The first time they experimented on you.”

His hand flew to his chest automatically, rubbing over the non-existent scar. “Eight,” he admitted.

“Next question,” Stiles interrupted, drawing Theo’s gaze. “What exactly is this beast?”

Theo shrugged. “Ask an Argent,” he said. “It’s something from their lore.”

Scott’s gaze dropped, his jaw clenching. Theo studied him, feeling a twinge of guilt. Of course Scott couldn’t ask Allison, she was gone.

But there was still her father. Although Theo wanted to stay far away from him. He had a feeling that the hunter was far more dangerous than any of Scott’s pack realised.

“Stiles and I will go to Eichen,” Lydia said, walking up to grasp Scott’s shoulder, squeezing it. “You should speak to Argent.”

“And Theo?” Stiles asked.

“He has his hands a bit full right now, don’t you think?” She asked gently, head tilting towards the new chimeras. Theo grimaced, following her gaze to where Corey, Tracy and Josh were all sitting on the couch, Mason hovering near them, looking uncertain.

Yeah, he had enough to deal with.

“I’ll stay with Theo and Mason and the others,” Liam said to Scott. “You guys go.”

Kira walked up and took Scott’s hand, leading him away, and Theo watched them go, feeling frustrated. Divide and conquer was a classic tactic. These idiots would have fallen right into his trap without so much as a blink. Why were they all so naive?

“Hey,” Liam said, nudging his shoulder. “Earth to Theo.”

He shook his head, pushing his frustration aside. They were paired up at least, and with Kira going with Scott to see Argent instead of to Eichen, the Dread Doctors wouldn’t be able to get to Valack.

“Don’t give him what he wants,” he said quietly to Lydia as she started to move past them.

She startled, looking at him. “What?”

“Valack. He’s dangerous. He’ll try to bargain with you, he’ll want something for his information. Don't give it to him.”

The intelligence shone in her eyes as she searched his face. “Why?”

“It’s in your best interest,” he said simply. “Valack’s known your family for a really long time. He used to work at Eichen.”

Her gaze sharpened further. “My grandmother,” she said, lips pressed tightly together.

Theo nodded. “Your grandmother. He’s a sick son of a bitch, and that’s coming from me. Don’t trust him. Don’t let your guard down.”

“Don’t worry,” Stiles said, his voice cold. “We won’t”

The implied message was clear. And we won’t trust you either.

But Lydia nodded, letting Stiles guide her out of the kitchen.

Liam stirred beside him. “The things you’ve done,” he asked, voice low. “How bad are we talking here?” He sounded nervous.

Theo looked at him, guilt making his borrowed heart twist in his chest. “It was them or me,” he said, voice level. “I chose me.”

“And now?” Liam asked.

“Freedom or death. It’s the same thing really,” Theo muttered, pushing past him and taking one of the free seats. Either he’d be free or he’d be dead. And he had to do everything in his power to ensure that he stayed alive.

The only thing he wouldn’t sacrifice was Liam.

He hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

***

Liam’s heart was troubled as he watched Theo.

Theo had opened up to him so much over the past week, but he was starting to realise that Theo didn’t really think he’d survive the Dread Doctors. There was a resignation to his gaze as he looked between the three chimeras and Mason. He didn’t have many answers for them, looking as lost as they were.

He wanted to help, he did, but he didn’t have much of an idea of what to do either. Most of the supernatural world still baffled him. Before Theo had come on the scene, he hadn’t even known that werewolves could be created on an operating table.

Let alone whatever these three were. According to the files Theo had shown him, Corey was a chameleon who could turn invisible, Josh was a raiju who could absorb and manipulate lightning, and Tracy was a kanima, a creepy lizard that could paralyse. All very powerful, and very scared.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Corey asked, looking at Theo after browsing through his own file. “They said to train us? For what?”

“Test your powers, see how strong you are,” Theo explained wearily. “They want to see if you’ll survive being the host.”

Josh scoffed, leaning back against the couch. “So what? We just wait around for them to find us? Fuck that.”

“No,” Liam agreed, stepping forward to stand in front of them. “Sticking your head in the sand won’t achieve anything. You need to fight.”

Corey visibly blanched. “I don’t know how to fight. I mean, look at me.”

“You’re stronger than you realise,” Liam assured him. “And I don’t mean that you need to run in all guns blazing. I just mean that you can’t give up. If we work together, we can defeat them.”

Tracy finally spoke up, looking at Liam with wide eyes. “How?”

And wasn’t that the million dollar question.

“We’ll figure it out. Together. Scott is a true alpha and our pack has faced down alpha packs, berserkers, hunters. We can beat a couple of scientists.”

The three of them look reassured, but Theo looked at him. His eyes said clearly that he wanted to believe Liam, but that he knew better.

“We’ve got this,” Mason said, speaking mostly to Corey, if Liam wasn’t mistaken. “Liam’s right. I know you’re all scared, but we’ll stick together and we’ll get through this.”

Corey smiled at Mason, and Liam looked away, biting back a smirk. He met Theo’s gaze, who waggled his eyebrows at him.

Liam felt relieved. The pack that they were building now was strong. They could do this.

They had to.

[teenwolfechoes]

Teen Wolf Dice Rolls - Part One

Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale

4. . “I had to learn how to fight for myself, something you should learn.” 

19. “Good job! You want a scratch behind the ear or a bone as a reward?”

The pack scavenged the hallways. Each member separated and prowling quietly. 

A kanima is currently on the loose. One of the Dread Doctors new deadly experiments. They could all hear the cheers and applause in the background. A lacrosse game currently in action just outside the building in the field. 

This left half of the pack to try and trap her. While the other half tried to assure she did not leave the building while playing the aggressive sport. 

Lydia slowly edged her way into what seems to be a mathematics classroom. Her breath caught in her throat, ready to let loose a scream at any moment. 

She peeks around the desk and up under the teachers station, silently sending up prayers for her fellow pack members. 

Derek hunches down while turning the corner quickly, his red eyes shining brightly in the dark hallway. He leaves his claws and canines out, ready to attack at the drop of a pencil. 

He draws in a deep breath, hoping to smell the creature, yet comes up with nothing. At this the alpha lets out a low growl, continuing his search. 

Stiles slowly makes his way into the chemistry room, clutching his faithful bat tightly in his hands. 

The young boy makes it halfway into the room when he hears a low growl. This makes his head sharply turn around and move his arms into a swinging position. 

“Derek please tell me that was you.” Stiles says in an almost muted tone.

At this moment something drips onto his head. His hand slowly lifts to feel the slime like liquid as his breathing practically halts. 

There is a sound of something dropping behind him. Slowly, his feet cause him to turn to see the monster. 

Stiles puts one hand up as a sign of halfway surrender. While the other clutches the bat, still ready to attempt to defend himself. 

“Hey, Krysta, I know this is hard for you. I know you are struggling but I need you to listen okay? Can you do that for me?” he more or less begged the girl. 

In response the shapeshifter hisses at him, while drawing up its tail. 

“I am fucked aren’t I?” he mutters to himself, “look, I don’t want to do this but I will  hit you with this bat. I am the only one here that will try to help you. Derek will rip you to shreds unless you hear me out and let me help you.”

At this the creature leaps at the boy, causing him to swing his bat knocking her to the side.

“Shit, Derek!” He shrieks for help while attempting to fight the girl off. 

As Derek is about to enter the locker room he hears Stiles’ call for help. This causes the alpha to immediately turn taking off to help the human. 

 As Stiles turns to take another swing at the creature it’s tail quickly comes up at slightly cuts the back of his neck. The short yet precise movement immediately paralyzes him, causing the bat to be dropped and the boy himself to fall to the ground.

“Derek, Scott, hell Issac anyone please help me. For the love of God please.” the young male begged. 

The creature slowly crawls up his body, slowly dragging her teeth on his throat. “Please, Krysta I know you’re in there. Don’t do this. I can’t die not yet. I know I'm annoying and i probably talk too much. Did my leg tapping annoy you in class? I’ll stop I swear. My dad, the pack, Scott I have to live for them. They need me. Please.” the boy implored with tears slipping from his eyes.

Just as the shifter goes to kill the begging boy there's a loud, territorial, growl that shakes the room with its force. 

“Derek? I can’t move but please tell me thats you.” Stiles asks hopefully. 

“Get away from him you fucking abomination” The alpha declares in a tone that would shake the plans of the devil himself. 

Though the tone was deadly it makes the male on the ground release the breath he was holding. 

“Well, you were warned, I tried.” The paralyzed boy on the floor states causing Derek to tense. 

“You tried to talk to this thing Stiles?” Derek states gruffly in disbelief. 

The creature, feeling ignored yet cornered, hisses at the large male. 

At this the two make eye contact, red to gold. After a short moment the two lunged for each other. 

During this fight Stiles in left on the floor not being able to assist in any way. All he can hear in the room is growls, hisses, and loud slams. He desperately tries to regain feeling in his body. Attempting to regain his toes and fingers first. 

“Come on, please work with me body” he cries out to himself, still hearing the fight all around him. Derek needs him. 

Slowly he regains himself standing at his full height. Attempting to look as gruff and demanding as he can possibly be. 

“Hey fuckface!” he shouts with such force it stuns Derek for a second. 

The creature uses this moment to slam the Alpha into the wall. The wall itself cracking under the force. 

“You leave him alone you hear me? I tried to be nice but I am done” he states while picking the bat back up. 

At this the creature pounces to attack the bat wielding boy. 

Just before a claw reaches his face he swung with all his might, managing to knock the creature out cold. 

Stiles looks at the snake like creature then to his bat. All the while, Derek is purely stunned by the part of Stiles he just witnessed. Until he registers what the boy has just said. 

The alpha stands to his full height before walking over to the other male. 

“You tried to talk to a Kanima?” the Alpha glares down at him. 

“What was I supposed to do Derek? Tell me that. That abomination as you so kindly put it is my friend. I see her everyday. Now, i’ll give it you we do not talk every day. Derek she is my age. She did not ask for this. She doesn’t want to be a killer. Those Dread Doctors did this to her. So yes, I attempted to talk her out of killing me. That girl is young and probably scared. She damn sure deserves more than to be ripped to shreds for something she can not control.” Stiles breathes out. 

“You think I don’t know that Stiles? You think I don’t know that this has to suck? I have been there. I use to be you. I use to see the good in everyone. You wanna know what happened because of that? People died Stiles. Innocent people who had no idea what was going on. You wanna know what I did? What I had to do? I had to learn how to fight for myself, something you should learn Stiles. I had to learn to rip those people I cared for to shreds, as you so kindly put it, to save the innocent people in this city. I know how this feels because I have been there myself. If I could take it back, have you not have to go through this i would. I can’t though, so suck it up or die trying to be the good guy to everyone.” The alpha runs his hands through his hair roughly while grabbing Stiles’ shoulders. 

The two continue intense eye contact before the young boy draws in a rough breath.

“Good job! You want a scratch behind the ear or a bone as a reward? Thank you for saving me Derek, for that I will be forever thankful. I will never be able to do that. I’m no werewolf, I am human Derek. Sarcasm is my only true line of defense. I may never be the hero, but I will always fight to save the lives of the damned.” Stiles replies while remaining tense eye contact. 

Derek draws his head back at his statement. Seeming to see the young gentleman in an entire new light. This human boy is stronger than anyone he knows. 

The werewolf draws closer to the human boy while placing his hand on his cheek. 

This action causes Stiles’ heart to race and his breath to catch in his throat. Stiles moves his head to bare his throat to the man in front of him, shamelessly submitting. 

“I have never met anyone quite like you Stiles” Derek lowly states.

“Oh! Stiles, Derek! I couldn't find you two, I got so worried!” Lydia states, suddenly entering the room. 

The intrusion causes the two males to separate, while their eye contact remains. 

“Hey guys, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. Did either of you ever find the kanima?” the redhead asks smugly. 

This question causes both men to look around wildly. It had gotten away while the two were caught up in each other. 

“No, you weren't interrupting Lyds.” the spastic one of the two males coughs out while shaking his head, “the Kanima attacked me but it got away.”

The young girl narrows her eyes at the two before shrugging her shoulders. “Well alright, the game is over. We should report to Scott about what happened. We have to catch Krysta before she kills again” the peppy yet serious girl states. 

“You’re right, let's go see if they saw it get away.” Derek finally speaks.

At this Lydia spins around, leaving the two to follow her.

The two stare at each other again before turning to follow the girl. 

- Thank you for reading. This is a little thing I will do any Thursday I have no request. I simply roll two characters and two prompts from a list I will put a link to below. Hope you enjoyed.-

https://teenwolfechos.tumblr.com/post/185990349991/teen-wolf-imagine

[lacrossepapi]

Trials and Tribulations

This was supposed to be @mysenia prompt but it somehow turned into accidental child acquisition and mys’ maze prompt so here we are lol. I hope you still enjoy it and maybe someone else will go about the maze in the way you intended!  Ao3:Link                            Chapters: 1/1           Words: 5113

“Don’t touch him.” Stiles’ voice cut through the various sounds of demons and wolves clashing.

This demon lord had been in town for three days and Stiles was sick of the fear, of the blood, of the lonely nights filled with nightmares. The bastard had kidnapped Isaac, declaring that the wolf would be his mate and rule his kingdom in hell by his side. Personally, Stiles didn’t think that sounded too bad. They were all going to hell anyways, so why not get an early ride in exchange for being a king? He could fuck a not that bad looking demon lord for eternity in exchange for not being tortured. Nobody else saw it that way though.

The demon hummed, a thrilled, intrigued sound as his red eyes turned to Stiles.

“This one has power. You smell divine little mage.” The demon lord unceremoniously dropped Isaac from his clawed hands and gave Stiles his full attention.

All Stiles had to do was distract him long enough for Scott to get Isaac and Derek to round up the rest of the puppies, he could definitely do that.

“So you’ve finally figured it out? Yes, I am a mage. What does a mage have that a demon lord would want?” Stiles did not flinch when a clawed hand reached out to him, to caress or maim.

When his dark tipped fingers brushed an invisible wall the demon lord’s eyes widened with surprise and a bit of awe, a smile stretching across his inhuman face.

“Interesting. You’re stronger than you appear if your shield does not wither under my touch. You would be an excellent king, my love.” Several angry growls rose from behind Stiles making the man grin, a wicked thing full of teeth and malice.

“Best to watch yourself, my pack does not take those threats lightly.” The demon grinned back, the thrill of a chase seen clearly on his features before Stiles spoke again, “Now I am done with your flattery and your slaughter.”

He rose slightly off the ground, black veins bulging from under pale skin and silver eyes bright in the night, “Leave now, Abraxas, before I turn your demon horde to ash and your bones to dust.”

Stiles’ voice echoed through the clearing leaving no question as to if he could indeed burn a demon horde to the ground and take their lord with them.

The demon lord Abraxas watching Stiles for a moment longer before nodding, “I will remember you Stiles Stilinski and when you are killed I will claim your soul for eternity.”

“Well then if I die I’ll see you then. Now get out of my town.”

Where once there was fifty demons slobbering and drenched in blood there now only stood their lord, who gave one final wink before disappearing himself.

Stiles turned back to his pack, acutely aware that Kira had been gravely injured in the fight and did not heal as fast as the wolves. As he reached for her, hands glowing with healing light he took note of the rest of the pack. Erica and Boyd were huddled around Isaac, all three bleeding but fine. Scott and Derek were debating how to clean up the mess, while Allison and Lydia were watching Stiles with a look in their eyes he wasn’t ready to address. Cora and Malia were arguing about who took down the most demons, like the bad asses they were. Peter was leaning against a nearby tree trying to hide the fact that his arm was hanging half off his body, never one to admit to an injury. Stiles found himself chuckling despite the screaming girl beneath him, his pack would never change and he would always be here to take care of them.

Magical healing was never pretty nor relaxing, often being excruciatingly painful and all around a horrible experience. Stiles tried to only make them suffer through enough to keep them alive while their own healing kicked in, but with the less sturdy pack members he had to finish the job despite their screams and thrashing bodies. He hated it.

Stiles let Peter hide his injury until he could get the older wolf alone, knowing he’d never let the Scott or Derek see him so weak.

“Alright Zombiewolf let me see your arm.” Stiles demanded as he walked beside the older man at the end of the pack.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about, dear Stiles.”

“Oh really?” he knew it was a shitty thing to do, but if Peter was going to be difficult then so would Stiles.

He lifted his hand and grinned at Peter, “Give me a high five.”

“No thank you.”

“Alright, how about a low five?”

“How juvenile. I expected more from you.”

Stiles rolled his eyes before stepping in front of Peter, making the older man come to a stop, “Peter, let me help.”

The werewolf sighed before offering his injured arm to Stiles.

“I put a silence charm around us so feel free to scream, cause this is going to hurt.”

-

Weeks passed with no missing citizens, no dead bodies, and thankfully no new monsters. The city of Beacon Hills was finally peaceful, and Stiles was bored. No fighting meant that Stiles was forced to face how broken and unhappy he truly was.

The end of the school year meant the pack was graduating and Stiles would have to say goodbye to the only people who’d ever really known him. He’d begun dreading the date as it slowly crept up on him.

A tan bear with a pink nose was spotted multiple times in one week, but since there was no dead bodies or missing persons it took awhile for Stiles to hear about the sightings. He quickly started interviewing the witnesses trying to understand why such an animal would be in Beacon Hills. He’d finally gathered enough information to definitely say a Canadian spirit bear was in Beacon Hills and most likely was a shifter, and brought his conclusions to the pack.

“What do you mean it’s a shifter?”

“How could you possibly know its a spirit bear?”

“What if it’s just a sick brown bear?”

“How do you know it’s a shifter?”

“Did you actually see it?”

Stiles’ frustration was rapidly increasing by the second until he finally snapped, “I know it’s a spirit bear because I used the process of elimination. I know it’s a shifter because when anyone tries to get a picture of it the eyes shine so bright it ruins the picture. And also the whole, spirit bears only live in the Canadian rainforest.”

Someone, most likely Peter, chuckled at his irritation.

“Okay. I believe you. Derek and I will go meet the shifter and see why they’re here.” Scott said with a grin, as if that would soothe the hurt of having to over explain himself just for the pack’s trust.

“I want to go. I love spirit bears and I’m pretty sure this one is a child.”

“It’s not safe for you to meet an unknown shifter. If it’s a child the parents could be coming at any moment.” Derek’s words made Stiles spin around to face the other alpha.

“Neither one of you knows jack shit about children and none of you know how to approach a bear without angering or spooking it.” Stiles demanded.

“I have a younger sister, Stiles.”

“How do you know how to approach a bear?”

Stiles sighed, dejected and aware he’d lost the fight regardless of what he said.

“Whatever. Just go and help the poor thing.”

The alphas nodded and took their leave, the loft suddenly becoming uncomfortably quiet.

“I remember taking hunter’s safety with you. The lesson on dangerous wildlife was always the best part wasn’t it?” Erica’s voice reminded Stiles he couldn’t dissolve into an angst puddle because the rest of the pack was still around him.

“And I remember you getting off the bus at the daycare every afternoon despite the fact that you were too old to be there.” Boyd offered, placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder.

Stiles smiled at them, “Thanks guys. It’ll be fine.”

A quiet moment of tension before he shrugged, “Probably.”

-

The two alphas weren’t able to speak to the bear or get it to shift back, which won Stiles twenty bucks from Isaac. They decided to try again the next day, but Stiles couldn’t let the little thing spend another night alone in an unknown forest. After his father left for work Stiles stepped outside and started up the grill. He grilled salmon so the smell of fish would permeate the air around his house and played a recording of a black bear he’d found on the National Geographic website.

Stiles’ thought that he could lure the cub to his back yard was proven right when he heard the distinct sound of heavy paws approaching, his wards telling him a shifter was entering his yard. A pink nose pushed its way through the bushes, followed by a large blonde head with yellow eyes. The rest of the bear cub was larger than Stiles had been expecting, but still small enough he knew the poor thing was still growing.

Stiles averted his eyes and spoke clearly, “Hello. My name is Stiles, this is my house and you are safe here.”

He tossed a salmon to the bear, watching the cub quickly devour it. Stiles had feared the cub was straying near town because of a lack of food in the preserve, and his fears seemed justified as the cub quickly devoured a second one. Stiles started tossing the salmon closer and closer to his spot on the porch, coercing the cub to come closer. When the bear was close enough to touch Stiles slowly sat down and turn his head so that his eyes were down cast and his neck bared. A cold nose was shoved against his neck after a moment of silent tension. Another moment of crucial silence passed as Stiles kept his heart rate as slow as possible with a bear’s snout against his throat.

“Mama!” the voice suddenly crying out in Stiles’ ear made him jump, but didn’t surprise enough to stunt his reflexes as he quickly caught the toddler.

Stiles hushed him and rocked them both side to side as the little boy cried. They stayed like that for a long time, until finally the child stopped crying and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Stiles carried the little boy up to his room and held him close through the night.

-

The next day Stiles woke to a child snuffling against his neck.

“Good morning, little cub. Did you sleep okay?”

“I  miss mama.” the cub whined pathetically before nuzzling under Stiles’ chin.

“Do you know where she is?”

“Big, big bear tried to get us but mama said I had to run so fast and I did!” He smiled at Stiles.

“Yes you did little guy. I’m so proud of you. Have you seen your mama since?”

“No. She said to run until I found papa, but he was mean and didn’t like me, so i just kept on going.”

Stiles’ brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to connect the pieces. Did he just run away from a fight or did his father actually not want him?

“How did you know papa didn’t like you, buddy?”

“He told me I was never ‘posed to let my fingies and toesies come out. He talked real bad about mama too.” Stiles hugged the little boy closer.

Stiles held him tight until the little boy wormed his way out of his arms and asked, “Can I have more fish?”

“Yes you can! What’s your name little cub?”

“Jesse!”

After eating a real breakfast, which included more salmon, Stiles told Jesse all about each pack member and how nice and amazing they all were so the little boy wouldn’t be scared of them.

“You have to come here because I don’t have a carseat. How am I supposed to get a toddler to the loft in my Jeep without a carseat?”

“No she’s not a deathtrap, thank you very much.”

“Just hurry up and get here. He wants to meet you guys.”

Stiles sighed heavily.

Jesse hopped up into his lap, content to play with his hoodie strings until the pack arrived.

-

Scott was the last to arrive, already grinning as he took his helmet off.

“I told you we could totally get the cub safely!” Scott cheered, his hand high waiting for Stiles to slap it.

“Yeah man. We did it.” The high five that followed was weak.

Lydia crossed her legs and tossed her hair back before speaking, “Really Scott? Stiles is the one that helped Jesse. Not ‘we’. Him.”

Stiles shot her a grateful look as he scooped Jesse off of his leg.

“Okay guys so this is Jesse. He’s a spirit bear shifter and he’s been traveling alone for a long time. He’d got nowhere else to go and he’s going to be staying with me from now on.”

He hadn’t been consciously aware of the decision until he had spoken the words, but Jesse absolutely was going to stay with Stiles and his father. He’d seen the look on his father’s face when he’d introduced them that morning.

Scott spluttered “You can’t just adopt him like it’s nothing.”

“He’s a shifter Stiles. He need more than you can give.” Derek demanded.

“Well I raised your pack pretty well on my own.”

Derek glared, while the other snickered.

“What about when his parents come looking?” Peter inquired, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“I’ll tell you why they won’t when he lays down for his nap in a bit.”

“No nap!”

“Yes nap.” Stiles said plainly, lightly pinching the boy’s cheek.

“No! Nap!”

“You want to go nap right now?”

“No.” This time the words were more subdued.

“Anyways, Jessop Stilinski will be officially adopted by the end of the day. And I don’t care about any of your opinions.”

He’d expected to see angry faces ready to argue, but was greeted by the sight of his friend’s grinning faces.

“You’re such a dad. How did we not see it?” Malia laughed.

“I thought it was a good idea from the start. He shouldn’t be out there alone.” Cora said, reminding everyone that she’d once been in Jesse position.

“I can’t wait to see you in a fanny pack, darling.” Peter leered, reminding Stiles he needed to finish his pop culture and fashion lessons with Peter.

“Stiles. No. You aren’t strong enough to protect him.” Derek pleaded.

“Seriously man, he’s not safe here.” Scott added approaching Stiles as if to take Jesse from him.

Jesse whimpered and ducked his head into Stiles chest, no doubt feeling Stiles’ rage through their fledgling pack bond.The sound of his cub being scared and unsure broke something in Stiles and suddenly the two alphas were on the ground, struggling under the pressure of Stiles’ magic. He ignored the defensive wolves at his back, scared and threatened by the sight of their alphas on the ground but in control enough to not interfere.

Stiles felt his feet rise from the ground and the ends of his hair lift from his scalp as wind tore through the house, swirling quickly around Stiles and Jesse. He knew his eyes had changed to the silver that came with his magic and that his veins had once again turned black, he did not like what he looked like when he let his magic course through him this strongly, but he would not let them take his child from him.

“I am the strongest member of this pack.” The words filled the living room as if they to were made of magic.

The wolves behind him whimpered and submitted, but he did not care about them.

“Okay! We were wrong! Stiles stop this!” Scott shouted, still being crushed into the ground.

“Stiles!” Derek cried after a long moment of Stiles’ continued silence.

Stiles sighed, releasing his magic back into the ground and freeing the wolves he’d trapped.

Both rose quickly, angry and embarrassed.

“Do not ever do that again.” Derek spit the words, Stiles would undoubtedly be pushed against a wall if he hadn’t been holding a laughing toddler.

“I can’t believe you man.” Scott muttered before following Derek out the door.

Stiles didn’t move as the rest of the pack filed out after their alphas, a few saying goodbye to him and Jesse.

“That was fun!”Jesse cheered pulling on Stiles’ hoodie strings excitedly.

“Yeah, and now I’m ready to take a nap. How about you buddy?”

“No nap!”

-

Stiles didn’t answer the pack’s messages or attend any pack meetings for a month. A month of taking care of Jesse and picking a college close enough to help if anything happened, but still a good criminal justice school. It was a month full of frustration and fighting with a four year old.

Eventually Scott texted and demanded what they could do to show that they value him and need him in the pack, which sparked an idea in Stiles’ head that ran rampant over the next few days.

He replied, “Prove it.” and sent his location to the pack group message.

He was currently sitting in the exact middle of the preserve surrounded by eleven doors, most of which he knew would never open. He didn’t realistically expect any of them to open.

He had transformed the preserve into a giant maze with eleven entrances, each one spelled to only allow one person to enter, and many chambers filled with tricks, traps, monsters, and riddles. He was sick of the pack pretending to value him, it was time to see who actually did.

Stiles practiced the alphabet and counting to ten with Jesse while he waited, the four year old would be starting school in the fall and needed to catch up to the kids that hadn’t been a bear for over a year.

The first one into the maze was Malia though she was not the first to lose, that honor went predictably to Isaac. The first chamber had two tunnels, one tunnel had Scott’s name over it, the other had Derek’s, but both were correct. Both wolves were caring alphas who had their own faults, neither was the better alpha. Isaac could not pick which alpha he was more loyal to in his heart, the ground opening up from underneath him for hesitating too long.

Stiles snickered as Jesse loudly counted his fingers and Isaac fell to the bottom of a pit.

Malia turned out to be the second to go, charging straight past the riddles and warnings Stiles had spent forever thinking of and falling straight into the moss covered pitfall, joining a grumpy Isaac. Stiles smiled at her roar of fury but couldn't help feeling disappointed that she hadn't even though to read the engraved signs he'd placed in easy eye level.

Stiles smiled in delight as everyone was approaching halfway, he had not expected most to make it very far at all. The pitfall warnings we're closer to riddles and he thought he'd made them difficult to understand.

Poor Allison lost in the chamber Stiles had spelled to show them a lost loved one. Crying for the mother her memories had conjured up, a cold woman who despite her coarse words had genuinely loved her daughter. It was a nasty trick, but Stiles constantly had his mother’s death thrown in his face every time a bad guy smelled his magic. He’d thought that chamber would get Derek or Cora since they’d lost more than anyone, but both were hardened by their grief and were able to smell the magic on the mirages, which was not something he'd anticipated and quickly rectified for one specific chamber.

Cora dropped in the chamber Stiles had placed a singular joystick, she did not know the song of time despite Stiles setting it as his ringtone and the motions as his password to everything. He couldn’t really fault her for that though, but this maze wasn’t about picking favorites or feeling guilty it was about the pack proving which of them genuinely knew Stiles and proving that while alone they could only go as far as their individual weaknesses allowed. Hopefully they'd understand why he'd targeted their weaknesses by the last chamber, that is if anyone actually reached it.

Scott and Derek were breezing through, but Stiles had something saved for them towards the end so he turned his attention to Erica and Boyd.

Erica lost in the chamber of wendigos, swarmed by the realistic illusions before finally dropping into the pit that held her pack mates. Stiles had fought a coven of wendigos last summer on his own and no one had realized how close he'd actually came to dying. Now they'd understand.  Boyd continued passed to the chamber with four levers and four Hogwarts houses, pull the right lever and he’d pass. Unfortunately Boyd pulled Gryffindor, and into the pit he fell. Boyd had had a tendency to put Stiles in a heroistic light ever since sophomore year when he'd dragged Erica and Boyd out of that basement with his bare hands, unable to much with his magic at that point and scared that he'd get them all killed if he'd tried.

Lydia was fearless as she screamed wendigos into oblivion and narrowly avoided picking the wrong house, but as she'd moved to pull the wrong lever she seemed to realize it didn't matter what she thought of him this was about what he thought of himself. She did not make it passed the mirrored chamber, sadly.  Surrounded on all sides by mirrors and a singular sign that read “How do you know you’re you?” she crumpled shouting, “You’ll never need someone else to tell you who you are Stiles!”, unable to solve the riddle from Stiles’ perspective before the pit opened up beneath her.

Kira had shouted, “In a dream you have extra fingers!” before charging through the closest mirror, confident in her answer. The next chamber took Kira down unfortunately. All she had to do was keep control of her shift while six golem approached slow and menacingly. She couldn’t keep her kitsune in, her aura exploding out around her and she shouted, “Stay back!”

Derek and Scott had both just arrived to the second to last chamber. Inside was the illusion of a human woman, this time spelled to smell only human. She asked for their help, tears streaming down her face as she approached and a knife dripping in kanima venom. She took Scott down while he asked her what had happened. Derek faired better, incapacitating her quickly and without real harm.

Jesse gasped beside Stiles drawing his attention away from the monitors he used to watch each pack member. Standing before them covered in blood was a very exhausted Peter Hale.

“Really Stiles? Mirages and illusions the whole way, but the last chamber has a real creature?” the werewolf inquired as he approached a shocked Stiles.

“I gotta keep ya on your toes Creeperwolf.” Stiles grinned, expecting Peter to lightly cuff his head.

Peter smiled at him before placing a gentle, loving kiss on Stiles’ stunned lips. The werewolf promptly passed out after, collapsing at Stiles’ feet.

Stiles looked up just in time to see the pit open up into the last chamber where Derek was fighting the hydra. The pack leapt out of the pit together and took down the hydra quickly. They entered the sitting room Stiles and Jesse had inhabited for the passed couple hours and looked at Stiles expectantly.

“Did we pass then?” Isaac sneered.

“Yes. But only in the end. I was just trying to show you guys that alone we are weak but together, using everyone’s strength we are a pack and as a pack we can overcome anything.”

Stiles winced.

“You’re also a vindictive little monster.” Malia huffed.

“That too.” Stiles shrugged.

“And Peter?” Derek asked, pointing to the collapsed form of his uncle.

“I had not counted for Peter’s unwillingness to work together or lose.” Stiles grinned.

He had not accounted for Peter, that was for sure. He touched his lips for a moment in thought.

“Dinner time yet, ‘Tiles?” Jesse whined more than asked.

Stiles nodded and snapped his fingers, the room and the maze around them disappeared in an instant, the nine hydras returning to their stomping grounds in Greece.

-

“Peter stop eavesdropping. I know you're awake.” Stiles had been monitoring Peter’s heart rate and healing factor since the moment he’d passed out and knew that for the last ten minutes the older man had been listening to the pack yell at Stiles.

“Guilty.” Peter replied with a smirk as he sat up.

Stiles turned back to his angry friends and motioned for them to continue.

“How could you make Allison face her mother’s ghost?”

“How was anyone supposed to know there would be a giant hole in the middle of the pathway?”

“You know I’m scared of wendigos, Stiles!”

Peter finally joined the pack in the kitchen, but chose to stand by Stiles and face the pack, “No one was supposed to win. Stop being angry that he knew your weaknesses when you also know his. Pack is about catching others when they stumble, and not only have you all been stopping him from lifting you up, you’ve been ignoring his own pitfalls.”

The pack sat in silence for a moment as they thought about how they did actually know Stiles’ short comings and weaknesses and how he’d used theirs to show them that a pack is a unit not a group of individuals working towards their own goals.

“Well the test was subjective which means it cannot be used as an adequate grading system.” Lydia huffed.

“Someone did win. You did, Uncle.” Derek reminded them.

“That’s because I have no weaknesses.” Peter replied with a smirk.

“Or he forgot about you.” Scott mumbled.

“Or, I forgot how ruthless Peter is when he’s not being a dick and using it against us.” Stiles shrugged.

The mage’s eyes lit up for a moment before he turned to Peter completely, “How did you defeat the Hydra alone?”

“You mean you weren’t watching?” Cora asked, the Hale family eyebrow look morphing her features.

“Jesse was trying to count to twenty and Scott was being stabbed by a crazy woman, so no I wasn’t watching.” Stiles sniffed, crossing his arms defensively.

Peter turned his body towards Stiles too, as if they were speaking only to each other and the rest of the pack was no longer in the room, “I simply set it on fire.”

“I didn’t know you could kill them with fire. Peter, you’re a burn victim.” Stiles said in awe.

“Two times over. I’m aware of my weakness and do not let it stop me.”

“If you’d tried to fight it the pack would have came to your aid.”

“Would they have?”

Stiles glanced at his friends guilty faces before stepping closer to Peter.

“I wouldn’t have let you die.”

“I will never die again, darling.”

“No. You won’t.” Were Stiles final words on the subject.

He turned back to his friends and smiled, “So who’s ready for dinner?”

“Me!” shouted Jesse, Malia, and Erica.

-

Stiles was glad to see the pack working as a unit more in the aftermath of the maze. Derek stopped patrolling alone, Stiles and Deaton had started working with Kira on her control, Peter started teaching Erica how to fight Wendigos specifically, and over night almost as if my magic the fireplace in the loft had disappeared and the stove had changed from gas to electric. They’d started training together more, often times training separately but still together.

Jesse was acclimating to pack life easily, romping around training sessions and tackling his alphas in literal bear hugs. He still clung to Stiles when the betas growled or nipped at each other, tempers flaring easily between teenagers, but on the whole he was adjusting well. He was especially fond of the Hales, most likely due to the fact that they too were born shifters and were more intune with their wolves. The Hales were also fun to hang on and crawl all over if Jesse’s shrieks of glee as he ran and leaped onto Peter’s back were anything to go by.

“Stiles.”

He hummed, looking up from his latin notes and into Peter’s amused, yet exasperated face.

“You’ve been sunbathing long enough, your skin burns too easily, love.”

Stiles nodded silently, his mind still running through phrases and definitions.

“Up you get.” Peter spoke quietly, lifting Stiles off the blanket he was sprawled across in the grass.

“Don’t forget my books, Peter. I need to figure the summoning ritual out. Gotta reverse engineer it.” Stiles mumbled, his body and mind made soft by his time focusing in the warm sun.

“I won’t forget them. Let me get you to bed and I will come back for them.” Peter reassured him.

“‘Tiles! Papa is taking me to the park!” Jesse yelled, racing down the stairs and almost colliding with the very wombly mage.

“That’s amazing, sweetie. Remember that Papa isn’t as strong as you and the wolves so you gotta be gentle with him okay?”

Jesse huffed, his little foot stomping the ground, “I know how to play with Papa, ‘Tiles! I’m not a baby!”

“You know he didn’t mean it like that, cub. Don’t be mean.” Peter spoke calmly, but even Stiles could feel the reprimand in the man’s aura.

Jesse crossed his arms, his eyes turning away from Peter and Stiles as he mumbled, “Sorry Pe-ya. Sorry ‘Tiles.”

“I’m sorry too, cub. Have fun with Papa today.” Stiles tried to smile at his adopted son, but his face felt so heavy it was more of a flash of a grin than a genuine smile.

He ruffled Jesse’s hair as he passed the four year old and headed for the stairs.

“Hey Peter?” Stiles asked as he laid back onto his bed, immediately burrowing into the blankets.

“Yes, love?”

“Why do you only call me ‘Love’ now?”

“Because I love you, Stiles.”

Stiles was well on his way to being asleep, but his heart lurched at the admission.

“I love you too, Peter. But you should still call me the other pet names too. I like them.” His last words were mumbled into Peter’s chest as the older man joined him in his bed.

Peter ran his hand down Stiles’ back and whispered, “Anything for you, darling boy.”

[ohalemalia]

Daily Dose - (Part 4)(S.M.)

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, drug mention, YOLO mention

A\N:  i cut this part little shorter than i had planned it, but it’s totally going to work out. I also considering posting this on Wattpad or Fanfiction.net but I’m not sure about it yet. I also stumbled upon some...strange edits on YouTube (*coughedwardandstileswhodidthatcoughcough*) so I’m changing my entire blog and I’m going to be writing Edward/Stiles fics LMAO JK, but I saw a really interesting edit about Dean Winchester and Stiles being brothers and I was like hmmmmm  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you might be onto something. I WANT TO WRITE MORE THINGS. BUT I ALSO AM LIKE…..DO I HAVE THE TIME. CAN I DO IT CONSISTENTLY WITHOUT LETTING PEOPLE DOWN. WHAT DO PEOPLE WANT TO SEE, pls talk to me.

Anyway,,,i’m also considering changing DD updates to Mondays because that seems to be when I actually finish writing them, so we’ll seeeee. Thanks again for reading if you read all of this authors note maybe reply with ur favorite emoji idk maybe maybe not

Word Count: 2030

Summary: Scott helps Y/N in a time of need.

Chapter Title: Magic Touch

My first flare up was at the Spring Fling at the end of sophomore year. I had wanted to go to the dance with my friends but they had wanted to go with these boys on the baseball team. They paired me with some guy who was also on the baseball team, but never actually played, Johnny Walnut. The only reason he was invited was because he had a car. One of the guys swiped some vodka from his parents liquor cabinet and everyone drank away in Johnny’s cramped VW Rabbit.

I was miserable. Johnny kept trying to hold my hand during the ride there, my friends were making out with their dates, the car reeked of vodka and weed. I thought things would be better when we actually got to the dance but oh, was I wrong.

My friends immediately ditched me once their heels hit the pavement, leaving me alone with Johnny Walnut who only wanted to talk about his collection of G.I. Joe action figures and how we could use vegetable oil to power our washing machines or whatever. I could feel a headache coming on and I didn’t know if it was from Johnny’s cologne, the loud music or the residual pot smell. I felt like I was going to puke.

I ended up curled up up on the floor outside the girl’s bathroom, clutching my stomach in pain. I thought I was dying. I remember someone laughing and thinking that I was extremely wasted. A group of students had formed a circle around me and were all gawking for a good five minutes before a chaperone finally stepped in and saw me having a fit on the floor. Luckily, she had the sense to call an ambulance and then my parents and countless tests later, I had my diagnosis.

At least this time around I knew what was wrong with me and I had made it to the bathroom.

I didn’t want to go back to the hospital.

Melissa and Scott had offered up a spare bed for me to sleep in. I was just getting used to being normal again and I didn’t want all of that to end. Hot tears ran down my face as I leaned against the toilet for support. “Please,” I gasped, clutching my aching sides, “Please, stop.”

There was a knock on the door. I groaned, hoping it wasn’t Melissa because she for sure would march me back to Beacon Hills Memorial.

“Y/N?” It was Scott. Thank God. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, “I’m okay, just go.”

There was a silence on the other side of the door, so I figured he had listened to me. Then the door knob jiggled, “Y/N, I’m coming in, okay?”

Another sharp pain ripped through my side and I gasped, unable to protest. In Scott McCall walked and saw me in a sweaty heap on his bathroom floor.

“Y/N?” Scott immediately kneeled down next to me, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” I choked out, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Scott looked me over, worry all over his face, “Y/N, we need to get you some help. I’ll get my mom.”

“No!” I grabbed onto his arm so that he wouldn’t get up and leave, “No, Scott, please. I don’t wanna go back. Please, please, Scott, please, I don’t want to. Please don’t let them take me back.”

I was a sobbing, blubbering mess and poor Scott looked like he regretted stepping into my whirlwind.

“How can I help you, Y/N?” Scott’s tone was soft and (almost) comforting. But there wasn’t anything he could do. I shook my head, “S’fine I ju-just need the pain to go away.”

He cautiously held a hand up to me, “Then let me help you, Y/N. Do you trust me?”

I looked up at him, but the pain was so intense he was fading in and out of focus. I cast my gaze down to the floor and nodded. Scott scooted closer to me on the floor and sat down. Then, he took my hand in his and placed his other hand on top of it. I thought he was helping me get up, so I tried to bring myself to my feet, but he gently pulled me back down.

“Just, close your eyes, Y/N.”

I did as he told, shutting my eyes. I felt a tingling sensation run up from my sides, through my arm and out the hand that Scott was holding. As the tingling went through my body, it seemed to take the pain...away. All of the different feelings in my body were too much and my head flopped over until it landed on something soft. My breathing slowed down s the tingling continued and the excruciating pain I felt slowly turned into a dull throbbing and then, into nothing. There was a ringing in my ears but other than that I felt completely fine in a matter of seconds. How?

I opened my eyes to see that my head had found its way on Scott’s shoulder. Scott’s forehead was beaded with sweat and his eyes were now shut.

“Scott?” I whispered, “Scott are you okay?”

Scott nodded but kept his eyes closed, “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Let’s just sit here for a while, okay?”

I looked down at our hands. “How did you do that?” I murmured.

“Do what?” He asked.

“You...it’s like you took the pain away,” I opened his hand to see if there was some kind of magic needle or something that he could’ve cured me with.

His breathing was labored, “I read somewhere...that physical touch...it helps with pain.”

“You must have some kind of magic touch then,” I ran my fingers over the palm of his hand.

“Something like that.”

--

I took it easy for the rest of the day. I felt better, but Scott felt better if I limited my movement to practically nothing at all, so I used the time to catch up on social media while Scott fixed us something to eat. I thought it would make me feel more connected to all my friends and family, but it honestly made me feel like a stranger in my own life.

My Aunt had gotten engaged and was planning to move to New Jersey with her soon to be spouse, my friends were posting cute pictures of them with their significant others or traveling over the summer or first day of school photos. My uncle and his husband just adopted their first child. I felt like life had been passing me by while I was frozen in a carbonite bath or something. What was my life?

I felt a tear slip down my cheek but I quickly brushed it away. What was feeling sorry for myself going to help? Crying wasn’t going to get rid of my lupus. It wasn’t going to make me better, or normal, or give me my life back. I could hear Scott coming back up the stairs, so I closed my laptop and set it to the side. I pulled the sleeve of my sweater between my teeth as I thought to myself. I thought I could hold it together, but seeing Scott come in with a big smile and a tray of food for some reason made me feel worse about myself. I pressed the sleeve of my sweater against my mouth and looked out the window.

“So, I got tomato soup and grilled cheese because, well, it always makes me feel better after--Y/N what’s wrong?”

I wiped my face and shrugged.

Scott set the tray down and kneeled down in front of my bed, “You’re crying. Did it come back again?”

I sniffled and shrugged my shoulders again, “I’m fine.”

Scott frowned, “Are you really fine...or are you just saying that because you’ll think I’ll go away?”

“I’m as fine as I can be,” I snapped. “I mean, I’m not in agonizing pain, I’m sitting in this bed, safe from all of life’s dangers, I’m alive but,” I paused to have an incredulous laugh, “Am I even really living? Everyone I know, everyone’s life is just moving forward but I’m stuck stagnant in one place. I’m not going anywhere. What’s even the point of being alive if I’m not even living because it’ll kill me?”

I didn’t want Scott to see me in a huge breakdown, so I pulled the collar of my sweater up and over my face. My arms wrapped around my knees as I brought them to my chest and I positioned myself so that I was leaning against the headboard, “I just want to be left alone right now, Scott. Please.”

After what I figured was consideration, I heard Scott get up. I heard his footsteps go over to the door and after a brief pause I heard the door shut behind him. I could also hear him sigh on the other side and head down the stairs.

I only hoped he didn’t hear me sobbing. But knowing Scott, he probably did.

--

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the night and eating the soup. It wasn’t half bad. I remember faintly hearing Scott having a conversation downstairs. I remembered doing a lot of staring at walls.

There was a soft knock on my door. When Scott poked his head in, the bright yellow hall light broke through into my room.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I gave him the best smile I could muster, “Hi, Scott.”

Scott gave me a slight boyish smile in return and stepped inside the room, “I had something I wanted to show you, but it’s kind of super dangerous so I want your okay on it.”

I raised an eyebrow and sat up to get a good look at him, “Is it...drugs?”

“What?” Scott’s eyes widened in alarm, “No?  I would never--”

“Okay, good,” I put a hand over my chest, “I’ve had enough out of body experiences for now.”

“Oh, well, then I guess you wouldn’t be interested in,” Scott raised his hands and I could see he was holding a motorcycle helmet in both of them, “A super exhilarating late night motorcycle ride. I hear people ride motorcycles because it makes them feel alive.”

I blinked at him. There was no way he was actually suggesting this and there was no way that Melissa okay’d this. “You’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um, because if the motorcycle didn’t kill us, Melissa would.”

“What?” Scott laughed, “Y/N, it’s totally safe. I wouldn’t put you on something that would put your life in danger.”

“You said less than two minutes ago that the thing you wanted to show me was “kind of dangerous”,” I argued.

“It was supposed to make it sound cooler,” Scott frowned, “If this is too crazy and wild, I totally get it. I just thought it would be nice to get out past four walls. You mentioned you wanted to live and--”

Scott set the helmets down, “This was a stupid idea.”

“No,” Now I was starting to feel bad, “Scott, it wasn’t. It’s not.”

“You can tell me it was a stupid idea,” Scott smiled at me, “I’m not trying to guilt trip you or anything. Riding usually helps me clear my head sometimes, I thought you might enjoy it. But I can wait until my mom gets back, I’ll just borrow her car and--”

I crept my legs off the side of the bed and onto the carpeted floor. I walked over to Scott, never breaking eye contact with him, and picked up the motorcycle helmet. It was a lot heavier than I thought it would be, but I guess that was the price of protecting your most essential organ.

“We’re going, Scott. I want to go.”

Scott beamed at me, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I nodded, “YOLO, right?”

Scott visibly cringed, “Okay, we’ll go. But only if you never say YOLO again.”

“I can definitely agree to that.”

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[seashellrosekitty]

Shielded | Derek Hale x Reader (Part 1)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Plot: You’re driving to Beacon Hills to help Deaton with something. You meet Derek Hale, who is deeply wounded and is paralyzed.

Word Count: 3,697 (14-minute read)

Warnings: This story will eventually lead to having smut scenes, profanity, and even gory details in the next chapters.

A/N: Welcome to my first Imagine! This isn’t requested and is purely inspired by other imagines here on Tumblr. Enjoy! :)

***

“Why do I have to move to Beacon Hills?” You think to yourself.  You were already happy with your life in Frisco. Oh right, there’s a mystery you need to solve. Not that you are a detective of some sort. You’re a full-blown empath.  And this is why you’re driving to Beacon Hills alone. This is the reason for many things in your life, in fact. Why you’re single, why you prefer so much space and time away from people, why you don’t really like to touch other people and why you’re so careful about making physical contact with formerly owned objects.

As you drive a straight road, you think about these things, reflecting once more, why did you take this job? You are good friends with Dr. Deaton, being involved in similar experiences sometime in the past. He called you for a pressing, ‘empath’ job. And unfortunately, you’ll need to do this more than once, probably. You have a love/hate relationship with your profession. It is your natural ability to understand and empathize with others. The difference you have with werewolves and their heightened senses is that you need to be close to your subject of interest. You now arrive in Deaton’s clinic, expecting him to be there, as he always is. You knock on the front door.

“Doc? You here? It’s me, (Y/N).” You call out. You hear footsteps coming from inside the clinic as you wait by the desk.  For an animal clinic, there are much fewer animals, you think to yourself.

“Ah, (Y/N), thank you for coming. I didn’t know who else to call,” Deaton shakes your hand and gives you a hug as a gesture of seeing you after a long time.

“Don’t worry about it. How have you been?” You say as you naturally express concern for your old friend.

“I’m perfectly fine. I’m glad you’re here. And you came just in time too. I have someone here I need you to look at. He was paralyzed by some creature we haven’t identified yet,” Deaton says and leads you inside the clinic. As you walk in, you could already feel countless terrors coming from the walls of the room. There, you find an unconscious man laying down the metal table.

“This is Derek Hale. He’s a werewolf,” Deaton tells you.  You nod at him but don’t respond.  You look at the patient and observe him. You don’t come near him just yet. You notice how he’s breathing normally for someone who’s hurt and paralyzed. Derek Hale’s torso is bandaged and his wounds are all over his body. It’s not easy to tell how he got hurt. Your stomach is about to turn upside down when you smell the stench coming from his wounds.

“Are you sure he wasn’t in some form of trauma or accident that led him to paralysis? Maybe he should be in the hospital,” You say to Deaton, and he shakes his head.

“I found him here before he collapsed and then paralyzed. I didn’t even know that was possible. He clearly wanted to be treated here. It must be some kind of creature Beacon Hills hasn’t heard of yet.” You look at him in disbelief, remembering how Beacon Hills is more supernatural than most towns. “Notice these claw marks on his ribs. There’s nothing like it.” Deaton tells you as much as he knows, leaving you to the reason why he called you in the first place.

Now you decide to come close to the table. You look at the man’s wounds, the giant claw marks, but still hesitate to touch them.  You observe his breathing again and definitely trying to ignore the good physique this werewolf has. Do they magically grow washboard abs after being bitten? Like Spider-Man? You think to yourself but snap out of it. This is the reality.

You approach his right side, and you slowly touch his right hand with yours, as if you were introducing yourself to him. His hand is not as warm as you expect it to be, but you start to see how much this man has gone through by the roughness of his palm. As you brace yourself for what you’re about to see and feel, you take a deep breath and slowly close your eyes.

Your visions come in swift images. A dark, hostile figure coming to attack the man as you see it in his perspective. You could feel his defensive state he was in before he was hurt, but he was scared too. You feel sudden changes of emotions coming from him and most are repressed ones. The last he had was fear. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see what he was afraid of before being paralyzed. You’re certain it wasn’t his death he was afraid of.

“I couldn’t make out the creature that attacked him. He was attacked last night. It was dark, he was in the woods. And this creature was…well, a monster. Definitely hostile, and out of control,” You say to Deaton with your eyes closed, still trying to find memories from this unconscious werewolf. You realize Deaton may have already assumed everything you’ve said. It’s easy to theorize what you just envisioned.  Deaton doesn’t say anything so he doesn’t interrupt your trance. As you try to keep looking inside Derek’s head, you decide to hold his forehead in the hopes of seeing more. But you get distracted from the noise in the background – what seems to you would be the worried pack that this werewolf is a member of.

“We came as soon as we got your call,” You hear someone say this behind you but Deaton shushes him. You could now feel all the new energies emanating from the room. They were probably three, or four people not including Deaton watching what you’re doing.

“What’s going on?” A woman’s whisper distracts you again as your hearing from the physical world is always better than your hearing in the empathic state.

“Please remain silent. I’m trying to find out what happened to your friend here. I’ll explain everything later. Just, please. Do relax too. I could feel the tension from here,” You say as you turn your head to face your right, showing these people that you are talking to them and that you mean business.

You still see the same sight of the dark creature when you keep your left hand on his head, so you decide to move your left hand to his chest, hoping it would show you more than what you’ve already seen. Your right hand remains in his so that your empathic contact doesn’t break. No images come into your head. But a surge of energy is starting to build on your palms. Your nerves are trembling now. You know you’re either about to see or feel something in a matter of seconds. You feel restless, scared, and tired. And because you’re an emotional being, all of this makes you want to cry. You keep your tears until you couldn’t, and tears start falling from your closed eyes. This combination of emotions is coming from this werewolf, and you’re fighting hard to contain it. You feel all of Derek’s emotions too strongly that you no longer feel the presence of the people behind you. You’re still aware that they’re there, but they don’t disrupt this moment for you.

No more images come into your mind, and you decide to break contact to keep what’s left of your energy for the rest of the day. You take another deep breath before removing your hands from the werewolf’s hand and chest. You take a moment to make sense of the physical world. This is how you ground yourself every time after a trance.

Since you are familiar with the clinic, you head to the sink and wash your hands. You do this to cleanse yourself of Derek’s energy. Finally, you wipe your tears and take a couple more breaths. You hear indistinct conversations from the group and you know they have so many questions.  But you take your time. After wiping your wet hands, you turn over to them and walk silently towards them. There are four teenagers, you confirm. Two boys and two girls.

“Guys, this is Y/F/N, Y/L/N. She’s an old friend of mine. I called her to help us figure out the creature that attacked Derek. Y/N, meet the pack. Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, and Lydia Martin.” You shake hands with each of them.

“Are all of your werewolves too?” You ask them.

“Scott’s the only one,” Stiles answers you as he puts his arm around Scott. You nod and think about what to say next.

“So what exactly were you doing there? How’s Derek doing?” Scott asks you.  You turn back to look at Derek again and remember what you saw.

“He’s gonna be fine. Actually, he could use your emotional support right now,” You answer him monotonously.

“Yeah, like he would ever admit that,” Stiles says with a chuckle. The two girls agree with him but you notice they want a better answer from you.

“Well, I was trying to see his latest memories before he passed out and got paralyzed. I need to hold his hand to be able to do that. And all I saw was this dark creature. Hostile and out of control. He’s a serious threat to your friend. And to all of you.” You tell them, and the room is now in a serious atmosphere. “I've brought some of my stuff that could help him heal from paralysis. I’m quite sure this is just temporary paralysis just like that from a Kanima’s attack. Only this one gives him nightmares,” You say to all of them and head to your car to get your bag.

“What is she? Why can she see memories?” The group’s questions bombard Deaton as you leave the room. Deaton tells them what you are. As far as you’re concerned, you’re just a human being, and being able to do these things doesn’t make you any different than those who couldn’t. Except for space you need from people every now and then. As you go back inside the clinic, the atmosphere somewhat changed and yet you still feel awkward with these worried teenagers and what you notice as hyped energy. Or as most people call it, raging hormones.

“It’s hard to see it from it from the outside, but whenever his nerves are twitching, that’s the time his nightmares feel real. And I think that has something to do with his paralysis,” You say to them, and you bring out a small bottle of oil from your bag and open to let Derek smell some of it. Its scent is strong enough to be smelt by werewolves and give quite a lasting effect.  Afterward, you put a pea-sized amount of the oil on your palm and spread it on both your palms. You put some oil on Derek’s palms, the center of his forehead, and the rest of it in the center of his chest. You start to state a prayer with your breath, making the words inaudible to the group. You close your eyes as you do this and start massaging Derek on the areas where you put the oil.

“Is she a masseuse too? Maybe I could go next ‘cause I feel sore from all the running – “ Stiles says and gets smacked on the shoulder by Scott, easily gaining the group’s annoyance. Slowly rubbing the oil on the center of his head, you use your thumb to make a final upward motion that makes Derek’s body jerk in shock. It surprises everyone except you.

“Whoa, what the hell was that?” The group asks you.

“I’m trying to snap him from his nightmares. And soon, from his paralysis too, I hope,” You answer, and turn to Deaton. “May I ask for some water, please?” Deaton immediately rushes to get you a glass of water. You grab the glass as Deaton comes back with it and drink from it right away.

“Dude, she’s weird,” Stiles says to Scott. Scott smacks Stiles again and says “Shut up,” but smiles amusingly at him.

“Does this procedure make her thirsty?” Allison asks.

“All the time,” Deaton answers. “What she’s doing right now is giving some healing energy to Derek. The way I see it, Derek’s werewolf couldn’t heal from the paralysis. It’s probably why he fell unconscious first before being paralyzed. His werewolf being his alter ego, is also the last one to be affected by the attack.”

Suddenly, Derek’s body jerks rapidly more than once, disturbing the calm in the room. The group rushes to the table to hold Derek down but you warn them not to.

“His physical reaction to the procedure is a good sign. I think he’s healing from the inside out.” You repeat the procedure and continue emanating energy from inside you and transfer it to him. After a few more upward strokes of your thumb on his forehead, Derek’s finally able to regain consciousness and almost turns into his werewolf self, obviously being on defense mode. You take a few steps back away in panic as his friends hold him down to keep him from turning.  

“Derek! It’s us! You’re safe! It’s all right!” Scott exclaims. You look at his searing red eyes and it startles you since you’ve never met an Alpha before. He roars loudly and it sends your heart jumping in fright. When his panicked look meets yours, his eyes turn back to his normal color -  green, and he calms down. His look changes from being defensive to almost in doubt that he is where he is. You leave his friends to explain to him what happened, and what you were doing to him.  

Meanwhile, you’re not sure if you should wash your hands again but you find yourself doing it anyway – anything to keep yourself busy and away from the potentially hostile patient. Deaton introduces you to Derek as you finish washing your hands and wiping them, only to touch Derek’s again for a handshake.

“Thanks for saving my life,” Derek says to you as he hangs his legs from the metal table. You shake your head. “I didn’t. Deaton did,” You say as you glance at Deaton.

“Well, it certainly felt like I was dying. Over and over.” Derek looks down and runs both hands across his head.

“I think what I did was snap you out of your nightmares. Did that cause your paralysis?” You ask him.

“How did you know I was having nightmares?” Derek asks you while he looks at his bruises and wounds.

“She’s psychic,” Stiles interrupts. Derek looks at him irritatingly, still waiting for your answer. For some reason, the rest of the group doesn’t bother to tell him themselves. “Seriously. We live in a world where werewolves and Kanimas exist but you all are skeptical about psychics?” All of you look at Stiles to shut him up.

“I’m an empath. I assume you know what that is?” You turn to Derek.

“Never heard of it. But coming from the word empath, I think I know what you do,” Derek replies. “Does anyone have a clean shirt around here?” You raise your eyebrows in agreement to the question. He should’ve had his shirt on the whole time, you think. You notice that this may happen frequently because the pack did bring extra clothes for Derek. All but a first aid kit.

“Do you still remember what attacked you? What happened?” Scott starts asking the vital questions.

“I don’t know – I…” Derek pinches the skin between his eyes. “It looked like a Kanima, I guess, but it sounded like a wolf. I don’t even know what he did to put me in paralysis.” You quietly listen as Derek says this to the pack. The rest of the pack waits for him to finish recollecting his memories from the attack.

“It’s easy to assume that the creature’s very claws could paralyze the nerves. I don’t know about the nightmares, though.” Deaton adds.

“What were you doing before you were attacked?” You ask him, not moving an inch from where you stand – a good distance from the pack.

“Didn’t you sense the creature before you were attacked?” Scott adds, hinting a tone of worry. Derek gathers himself more but finds it difficult to.

“I sensed him. But it came out of nowhere.”

“I felt that –“ everyone suddenly turn their heads to look at you, and you feel as though you were interrupting Derek. But you continue. “The creature was out of control. Did you feel this too?” You ask him with genuine interest.

“I think it was. Why?”

“It could be a new breed,” Scott suggests.

“It could be a hybrid,” Stiles adds.

“It could be anything,” Lydia responds.

“Or it could be an experiment,” Deaton suggests, and you look at him, confirming that you thought of the same thing.

“An experiment went wrong,” Allison concludes.

“I think we should look it up,” Derek says to wrap up the discussion, and slowly gets down from the metal table.

“Derek, I suggest you take more rest. Take Y/N with you. Let her look after you. Especially with those nightmares,” Deaton says to Derek. Derek doesn’t reply but looks at you and nods. You do the same.

“You can ride in my car if you want a quiet trip home,” You offer him a tiny smile, thinking that Derek might not like riding with his pack carrying a vulnerable mind and possibly, heightened senses. This suggestion makes Derek smile and he just nods at you in agreement.

You proceed to your car while Scott helps Derek walk towards it. Scott goes to the blue Jeep parked beside your car once he closed the door for Derek.  You all agree to drive as a convoy.  The pack leads you to Derek’s loft. You turn on the radio in a low volume and play your Spotify. You just want to make sure your head stays clear and not be distracted by what could be another episode of Derek’s nightmares. As you arrive at the loft, you wake Derek up as softly as you could.

“Mr. Hale, you can wake up now. We’re at your place.” Derek opens up his eyes and finds the outdoors too bright even when the weather is gloomy. You reach for your baseball cap on the back seat and lend it to him without hesitation. “Here.” You put on the cap on his head gently to relieve him from the eyesore.

“Thanks,” Derek says in a grunting voice, trying to find his strength to sit up straight. “Y/N, right?” You then answer a low “Yeah.”

“Please call me Derek.” This makes you smile a little, noting that he noticed you being so formal with him earlier. Maybe he wasn’t really sleeping after all.

“Sure. Can you stand up and walk, Derek?”

“Why can’t I smell anything from this cap?” Derek ignores your question. You notice he does this a lot.

“Um, maybe because I’ve never used it before. I just got it on my way to town. Don’t ask how. Now come on, I’ll call your friends to help you walk up.” You didn’t have to, though, because Scott and Stiles come rushing towards Derek’s side of the car. They open the door for him and help him all the way to his loft. The girls, Allison and Lydia offer to help you get your stuff, but you politely decline, telling them you’ll only bring up your stuff when Derek agrees to you staying with him for a while. Formality is kind of your thing with strangers.

As you reach the loft, you look around to find a spot in the room you’d be most comfortable to sit…or stand. The loft is almost empty of furniture.

“Make yourself at home, Y/N. You can sit wherever you want,” Stiles offers as if the loft was his. You hear Derek grunt at Stiles in irritation. This makes you smile and say, “Thanks, Stiles. I think I’ll actually wait for Derek to feel comfortable with me being here before I could do that,” You say, not really knowing why you just did. Derek and Stiles look at each other in confusion.

Allison comes to your rescue and asks you to sit beside her on the couch.

“So Y/N, what kind of oil was that that you used to wake Derek up?” Allison asks. This makes Derek look at you in anticipation for an answer.

“Nothing special. It’s made of Californian poppies. It should help relax the nervous system,” You answer Allison.

“But Derek snapped out of paralysis. How is that relaxing his nervous system?” Scott asks you. Derek remains quiet in this conversation, but you could tell that he wants to ask you these questions himself.

“Well, the oil helped relax his nerves.” You feel like you just repeated what you said. “If you’ve held his arms a while ago, you would’ve felt his nerves were kind of like frozen. And his brain, despite its activity, almost felt like it was dead. It’s hard to explain it. But the oil helped his physical body. And…the prayer I kept saying until he woke up was what boosted the effect of the oil. As for the force that actually woke him up, it was a surge of energy coming from me,” You explain, and this makes the room quiet, all eyes on you. You exhale sharply. “Somebody please say something,” You say, and you could almost feel like you’re losing your voice.

“Huh,” Lydia sighs contemplatively. “I thought you said you were an Empath. It looks like that’s not all you are.”

“I come from a family of healers. You should see by now how Deaton and I must know each other. And please don’t ask why I didn’t become a vet like Deaton because he and I heal mystical beings differently.”

“Interesting,” Lydia says and breaks her stare from you.

“Now that we’re all up to speed, could you all let me heal in peace?” Derek changes the subject. The pack agrees to this and tries to leave quietly except for Stiles, of course. They wave you goodbye before heading out.

*End of Part 1*

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