#scott mccall x deer!reader

[thepinkmermaidprincess]

🤎🎀 scott mccall’s deer!girlfriend 🤎🎀

🤎 deer! reader is an autumn lover. she loves y2k pop rock.vanilla and pumpkin perfume. she work at a coffee shop.brown and pink.lives beside the woods with her mom and her little sister.

🤎 deer!reader is a twilight and horror movie lover. very shy. she is a bronzer girly all through and through & can play the guitar very well.bookworm.loves fluffy sweater.sweet girl but with character . she loves caramel & neck kisses & is an act of service queen.

🤎 deer!reader is scott’s safe place.he calls her bambi ♡

[salazarslytherin]

dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

requested: yes! by @riddikulusweasleys

🃛 masterlist!

summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: short and sweet james fluff <3 hope you like it love! reblog to boost xxx

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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Trust Issues

Masterlist

Part 1

Next

Stiles Stilinksi x Reader

Your bestfriend is Lydia Martin. And... your twin brother is Scott McCall.

You were walking past Scott and Stiles when you vaguely hear Stiles say, "Since the birth of Y/N." You glance at the boys and roll your eyes.

"Bro, that's my sister," Scott says. Stiles looks a little confused at his friend. You go to walk inside but Scott grabs your arm.

Scott had a good heart, and could be popular, but... he was a little weird. Alot like his bestfriend, Stiles.

You look at them. "Come on, we need to talk," Scott says. You open your mouth to say something but Stiles grabs your arm, pulling you away from Lydia.

You slap his hand and glare at them once you're in an empty classroom.

"What?" You ask.

You glare at him and Scott grabs your attention by lifting up his shirt revealing a bloody bandage.

"I swear it was a wolf, Stiles," he says. You gape at your brother as Stiles rolls his eyes.

"First of all, you're an idiot. And secondly what the hell happened?!" You exclaim. Scott looks at you again.

"A wolf bit me," he says.

"Impossible," you say.

"Thank you," Stiles says.

"Don't thank me for my brother being an idiot." You look at Scott again and pull his shirt down. "God, did you tell mom?"

"No! God no! She'd freak out! We weren't even supposed to be out last night," he says.

"You snuck out last night?!" You hit your brother's arm. Then you look at Stiles. "Is this your fault?" He puts his hand up in surrender.

"No way. Mom would freak," Scott says. You scoff.

"Yeah. I wonder why. Where did you go last night?"

"Why?"

"Because I wasn't home either, you idiot! Usually you two are losers and stay home and I get a free pass. But neither of us were home last night so mom probably knows," you say, making it clear for the boy.

"Oh, shit," he says. You nod slowly.

"Yeah, but what actually happened?" You ask. He looks at Stiles.

"We went searching for a body," Stiles says. You turn to the boy and close your eyes for a second when suddenly the bell rings.

"Okay, we'll get back to this later. Please, just be careful with that today," you say gesturing to your brother's abdomen. He gives you a small smile and nods. You tap his shoulder as you walk out.

Later in the hall with Lydia she points out a new girl. You see your brother staring at her and roll your eyes. She was pretty.

"That jacket is killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asks. You smile at the girl who had previously been looking at your brother.

"My mom worked at a boutique back in San Francisco."

"And you are our new bestfriend," Lydia says. You chuckle as Jackson comes up behind Lydia and your face falls. You roll your eyes and the girl covers up a laugh with a cough.

Jackson and you hated eachother. But you were civil for Lydia.

"I'm Y/N," you say, extending your hand to the girl. She shakes your hand.

"Allison," she says. You smile as the couple turns to the two of you.

"So, this weekend there's a party," you say and Allison raises an eyebrow.

"A party?" She asks. You nod.

"Yeah, Friday night, you should come," Jackson says. You nod, surprisingly agreeing with the boy.

"I can't. It's family night this friday," she says. You can tell she's lying, but nod.

"Are you sure? Everyone's going after the game," Jackson says.

"You mean like football?" Allison asks. You scoff.

"Football's a joke in Beacon Hills. Lacrosse is the game here," you tell her. She nods.

"We've won the state championship for the past three years," Jackson says. You turn away from him and fake gag as Lydia fawns over him.

"We have practice in a few minutes, that is if you have nowhere else to go," Jackson says.

"I was going to-"

"Please!" You say cutting her off and the two look at you. You clear your throat. "I mean, it's a great way to get to know you. And introduce you to the sport," you say, giving her a pleading look. She chuckles and nods.

"Uh, okay," she says.

"Perfect," Lydia says, grabbing her hand.

You see the coach slap your brother playfully and almost run over to him. But you stop yourself.

"Who is that?" Allison asks, looking at him. You glance between the two.

"Him?" Lydia asks. "Don't really know him that well."

"That would be my brother," you say and Allison looks at you. "Twin, actually. Scott. Why?"

She shrugs, shaking her head. "He's in my English class," she says. You nod. Coach blows the whistle and Scott drops his stick. You stand up as he starts trying to cover his ears. A ball goes straight for your brother, hitting him in the face, knocking him over.

"Scott!" You call out, knowing about the bandage on his abdomen. Your friends look at you and so does half the team. You sit down, biting your nails as pretty much everyone laughs.

You see Stiles on the bench and turn to your friends.

"I'll be right back," you say. They nod and you get up, walking over to Stiles. "Is he okay? You know, to play?" You ask him. He looks at you and then glances at Scott.

"Since when do you care?" He asks. You slap the back of his head.

"I care about my brother. But, he can't play. Does he have his inhaler? Do you know if the bite is still-"

"He'll be fine," Stiles says. You weren't convinced. "Maybe his new werewolf powers will help him," he says sarcasically. You glare at the boy and look at your brother again.

Someone throws a ball at him as soon as he stands up and he somehow catches it. You stare at your brother in shock.

Stiles is surprised too, then he smiles. "Yeah!" He says. You sigh, lightly pushing the boy's shoulder and heading back towards your friends.

He starts getting every single throw. You stare at your brother in shock.

"He seems like he's pretty good," Allison says, smiling at your brother.

"Yeah, very good," Lydia says.

"He isn't!" They look at you. "Usually."

You look at your brother again as Jackson gets ready to throw at him. You bite your lip.

"Oh, shit," you say under your breath. Everyone seems to hold their breath, waiting for Jackson to throw.

When he does, and Scott catches it you jump up and clap. "Yes!" Lydia cheers with you and you smile. You see Stiles throwing mini party down by the bench and chuckle, biting your lip.

Allison claps with you, eyes on your brother. You sit down while Lydia is still standing.

Allison gestures to Stiles and smiles at you. "Do you like him?" She asks. You scoff and shake your head.

"Stiles? No way. How 'bout you? Do you like Scott?" She smiles at you, pulling back a little as Lydia sits down. The two of you share a knowing smile and continue watching the practice.

Later, in the woods with the boys because you weren't about to leave them alone, Scott was explaining the practice.

"C'mon, Scott, no offense, but you have asthma. You're not that good," you say. There was a little area of water and you freeze looking for a way to not soak your shoes. Stiles however just marches through it. You frown at the the boy.

He extends his hand to you to help you over the branch in the middle.

"C'mon, your majesty," he says. You take his hand reluctantly, and listen to Scott's excuse.

"That's not the only weird thing, though. I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things," he says. You roll your eyes, matching step with Stiles.

"Smell things. Like what?" Stiles asks.

"Like, the mint mojito gum in your pocket," Scott says and Stiles digs in his pocket, pulling out a piece of gum. You look at your brother.

"Alright, so this started with the bite?" You ask. Scott nods, and keeps walking. You weren't exactly sure what your were looking for, but you were along for the ride.

"What if my body is going into overdrive? Like, it's infected and I'm flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I've actually heard of this kind of infection," Stiles says. You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks.

"Yeah, it's called Lycanthropy," Stiles says. You smack the boy's arm.

"What is that? Is it bad?" Scott asks.

"Yeah, the worst. But only once a month," Stiles says. You roll your eyes. "On the night of the full moon," he adds. Then he howls.

You push the boy and follow your brother.

"Alright! But, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"You heard what?" You ask.

"Come on, guys, there could be something really wrong with me," Scott says.

"Yeah, you're a werewolf!" Stiles says. You grab the boy's arm, pulling him forward a bit. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding but if you see me in shop class stealing a bunch of silver it's because Friday's a full moon."

Scott stops, looking around at the ground. "I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running." You gape at the boys.

"You found a body?!" The boys roll their eyes and Scott crouches down, looking for his inhaler. "And you lost your inhaler? Mom is going to kill you. You will be the next body out here."

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stile says, ignoring you. You sigh and look over to see a man standing there watching you. You hit Stiles and he looks at you. "What?" You just keep hitting his abdomen with the back of your hand until he looks where you're looking. "Holy-"

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

Stiles taps Scott who looks over. The man starts forward and you latch onto Stiles' arm. Only because your were creeped the fuck out. Stiles glanced at you, but stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Huh? This is private property," the man adds.

"Sorry, man, we didn't know," Stiles says.

"We were just looking for something, but, uh, forget it," Scott says. The man tosses Scott his inhaler, which he somehow catches. You look at it, then the man. He seemed familiar. He didn't really look at you or Stiles until then. And he only looked at you.

You, being you, raised an eyebrow, looking a bit annoyed. The man smirked and scoffed, then he walked off.

"Alright, man, I gotta get to work," Scott says, but Stiles stops him.

"Wait, dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only a few years older than us." You remembered once you had a name to the face.

"Remember what?" Scott asks. You roll your eyes.

"His family burned to death in a fire about ten years ago," you tell your brother. Scott looks in the direction where the man went. "What's he doing back in Beacon Hills?"

Stiles scoffs and you finally let go of his arm, realizing you held it for way to long. "I dont know, but nothing good. Come on."

[anxiousstark]

S3 01 | Tattoo

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, murder, dead body, swearing (always).

A/N: SEASON 3 HERE WE COME! Double update this week! 

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Summer was the greatest thing that happened to us, and without any doubt, the best thing that had happened to me since I arrived at Beacon Hills. Our summer was full of peace, which is what we needed. No creatures were trying to kill us or other people. We were safe, and even though we couldn't avoid being a little apprehensive, we knew that we were finally safe.

Scott, Melissa and I were able to sit down together, explaining to her everything that had happened. We were terrified because it wasn't easy to explain to someone you loved that danger followed you. After all, we weren't humans anymore. That night we told her everything. Melissa got teary, feeling guilty for not being able to help or do anything for us. We told her that we were fine, we would be fine.

During this peaceful holiday, I was able to get closer to both boys. Scott and I didn't throw ourselves at each other's throats. Of course, there was a long way to walk. We still needed to get used to everything. The hazel-eyed boy and I developed a new habit during summer, whenever we felt anxious we seemed to notice, bodies being attracted to each other, hands interlocking, hoping to give the comfort we sought. Holding hands became a soothing gesture between us. We did it unconsciously.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles grabbed a folder, holding it up, showing it to the other boy. I walked closer to him, excited to see what was he holding, knowing Stiles, something that would make me snicker. "Too soon? Yeah." Of course, I snickered when I noticed that he was showing Scott the drawing of a beast that looked like the Kanima. Melissa allowed him to get a tattoo.

For what we got to know, Matt was dead. We still weren't sure what that would mean for Jackson. But we had promised ourselves that we wouldn't get into supernatural trouble during summertime. However, tomorrow was our first day back to class, which meant that the supernatural would come back to form part of our lives.

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" I walked around the room, admiring the drawings decorating the walls.

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott and I got closer especially at night. One night I woke up after having a nightmare where I saw my mother. It seemed like the other McCall was also having a nightmare, which ended in both of us, sleeping on his bed, and talking about the stuff that worried us. That night Scott McCall cried, he missed Allion, but he couldn't ignore everything that had happened.

"Okay, but why two bands?"

Scott shrugged, stating that he just liked it. "But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

Stiles had a small grin on his face, ready to inform Scott that wasn't the point. But the tattoo artist interrupted him. "He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark.' Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see? He gets it."

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally."

"Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope." Scott offered me a smile, ready to get the tattoo he has been asking for so long.

The boy standing next to me scratched his chin. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." There was no time to analyze the situation. Stiles was lying on the floor, an uncomfortable posture making the circumstances even funnier.

I sat on the passenger seat on Stiles's Jeep. Scott had bought a bike with the money he had gained while working for Deaton in the clinic. So now, every day, I was driven to class by the hazel-eyed boy.

"Don't you think it was strange?" He asked me again as I spaced out. "It seems like something supernatural to me. Exactly when we go back to class." After Scott's tattoo, we were ready to go home and have dinner together. My half-brother's happiness due to the tattoo didn't last for long as an excruciating pain made him take the bandages off, realizing the tattoo had disappeared. Maybe we should have taken into account that he was a werewolf, and he healed faster. A tattoo was an open wound.

On our way home, we saw Lydia's car, and not to anyone's surprise, she was with Allison. A deer hit the front of their car, making us run to them to check if they were hurt. Scott was convinced that the deer was terrified.

"I suppose, Stiles." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Hey," He glanced at me for a second, quickly looking back to the road ahead of him. "You alright?" His hand ended up resting on top of my hand, which was resting on my thigh.

"I feel like so many bad things are going to happen again." I lamented. "We still don't know anything about me. There are obstacles everywhere."

"I told you. We will find answers, okay?" He squeezed my hand. To be honest, some nights during summer were spent searching for every scaly creature that exists in the supernatural world. But without knowing what I could do, we couldn't conclude anything. When we arrived at school, we walked directly to our classroom.

Stiles and I glanced at each other when only a couple of minutes into the lecture, Scott had to leave class. My mind went to the worst scenario case, thinking that maybe Melissa was in danger. Stilisnki seemed to notice my change of behaviour, extending his hand, offering me to grab it. I did.

He rested back on his chair, sighing, tired from doing whatever the teacher has ordered us to do. "Hey, Lydia. What is that?" When I followed his gaze, I noticed a bandage around the pretty strawberry blonde girl's ankle. "Is that from the accident?"

"No. Prada bit me."

"Your dog?" I asked. Stiles's other hand extended forward, forbidding me from biting my pen, a nervous habit I didn't notice I was doing.

"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog." She replied as if I was stupid, which made me grumble a little while Stiles smiled at my reaction.

"Has it ever bitten you before?" Lydia shook her head. "Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?"

"Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?"

"Or something. I just... maybe it means something's coming. Something bad." Stiles was completely right. Something was wrong, I felt it.

"It was a deer and a dog. What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice..." Her words were interrupted when something hit the window, leaving a trail of blood. Every student was interrupted form their concentration, glancing at the window. Jennifer, our teacher, walked towards it. Crows, so many crows were coming towards us. Another one hit the window, and then another, and another.

"S-Stiles..." I whispered, my hand rapidly clutching his shirt between my fingers. The windows couldn't resist so many crows hitting it. They ended up being shattered, thousand of crows getting inside the classroom.

I quickly grabbed Lydia as she seemed to be shocked enough to react, covering her head with my arms. I felt someone doing the same thing for me. Stiles's back pressed tightly against mine, the inside of his thighs pressed against the outside of mines. His arms covering my face after he saw that I was hit by a couple of enraged crows.

Of course, the cops had been called. They were now asking around, trying to understand what was going on. However, this was something out of their reach.

"You alright?" Stiles's hands grabbed my cheeks, lightly moving my head from side to side, making sure that there wasn't any wound or scratch.

"You?" My fingers grasped a feather that seemed to be stuck in his hair, pulling it out. He nodded, sighing in relief, taking me into his arms. That is another habit we had developed during the summer.

"Guys," Mr. Stilisnki came closer to us, his eyes focusing on our intertwined hands. "No more class for today, okay?" He offered us a smile. "Go back home, alright? Make sure you guys are in a safe place." We both nodded.

"Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right? What does it mean?"

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers."

"Why is this so important to you? Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?"

"To mark something." Stiles crossed his arms while letting Derek know as if he didn't know already. He looked so proud of himself.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh..."

"Like an open wound." Stiles finished for him. I sniffed, wiping my wet cheeks. I could feel a pair of eyes on me. "Wait, are you crying?"

I sobbed even harder when the boy standing next to me noticed that I was weeping. "I don't know why," I continued cleaning my face. "I just got emotional." The three boys grinned, Stiles embracing me while softly laughing.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek let him know, but that wasn't going to scare Scott.

Fire. He was going to burn Scott. "Oh, wow. That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside." He tried to leave, and I tried to follow him, but Derek wasn't having any of it when he got up, grabbing us from the back of our shirts, and telling us to hold Scott down.

When we were leaving Derek's house after holding Scott down, who cried loudly, until he passed out. The McCall boy couldn't help but grin and be excited about his first tattoo.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles examined it, hands deep down in his pockets.

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast." I sighed, linking my arms with both boys, who offered me a smile. "Everything's so, uh... Ephemeral."

"Studying for the psats?"

"Yep."

"Nice."

Scott opened the front door, but rare enough, he examined it while rubbing his fingers against the wood. "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?" He asked, looking back at Derek.

"Go home, Scott."

"Hey," I intervened. Scott's breath got quicker, scratching the paint off the door. "What is going on, Scott?" There was a symbol on the door.

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[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.1

Word Count: 1,255

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader, OC Characters, Peter Hale (brief)

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

A/N: I’m starting a new series! I have no idea where this is gonna go, but let’s see. 

Masterlist

“My head hurts! I wanna go home and go to sleep!” you groaned, rubbing your head. 

You, Scott, and Stiles were currently walking around the woods, looking for Scott’s inhaler.

“Just stop whining and help us, please!” Stiles said, looking around.

“What were you guys doing out in the woods yesterday anyways?” you asked.

“Well, if you ever checked your voicemail, you’d know that there was a dead body last night.” Stiles smiled.

“W-How is that funny?” you raised your eyebrow, giving him a look.

“There was only half of it, and Stiles forced me to come,” Scott explained.

“Well, that doesn’t explain why I’m here,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You’re good at finding stuff.” Stiles shrugged.

“Ugh, just a few more months, and I’ll be gone from you two and off to college. I can’t wait.” you grinned.

“Shut up. You’ll miss us.” Stiles put his arm around your shoulder.

“I can’t believe I’m like three years older and you’re both taller than me. It’s not fair.” you huffed.

“What are you doing here?” you heard a gruff and familiar voice as the three of you looked forward.

You saw Derek Hale standing there, looking at the three of you.

“This is private property,” he said.

You hid the smile on your face, seeing Derek back in Beacon Hills. You didn’t know what he was doing back, but knowing that there was a dead body, it must’ve been something with the supernatural.

“Uhm, sorry man. We were just looking for something.” Stiles apologized, giving Derek a small wave.

You saw him make eye contact with you.

“Sorry.” you mouthed to him.

 He threw Scott’s inhaler to you before running off.

“Uh.” you turned to Stiles and Scott.

“That was Derek Hale,” Stiles said, shocked.

“Who’s that?” Scott asked as you threw his inhaler to him.

“He lived here a few years ago, he’s only four years older than (Y/N). His family died in a fire. How did he know you (Y/N)?” Stiles asked you.

“He didn’t know me. He was looking at all three of us.” you shrugged.

“No, he made eye contact with you. Do you know him?” Stiles asked.

“No.” you lied.

“Ugh, this town is getting weirder and weirder by the second.” Stiles groaned.

“Yeah, it is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get home. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” you waved to them, running off. 

-----

“Mom! Mom, Derek’s back!” you exclaimed, running into your house.

“I know sweetie.” your mom replied.

You walked into the kitchen, spotting your mom and Derek standing across from each other.

“Derek!” you exclaimed, running to him.

He gave you a tight hug, lifting your feet off the ground. 

“I missed you,” he said.

“I missed you too! What are you doing back here?” you asked him, still holding onto him.

“Laura’s dead,” he said.

He put you down.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry.” you stroked his hair as your eyes watered a bit.

You were close with all the Hales, for years. When Talia died, your mom was heartbroken to lose her best friend. You kept in touch with them still, every summer you went to go visit Laura and Derek. They were your best friends and your family.

“Who do you think did it?” your mom asked him.

“I don’t know, but it was a werewolf. So, now not only are we dealing with another wolf-” Derek started.

“We’re dealing with an Alpha.” you finished.

“Which is why I need your help. You’ve been in town all this time. Do you know anyone that could be a werewolf?” he asked your mom.

“No, but how can you be sure it’s a werewolf and not something else?” your mom asked.

“Wait… Scott said that he heard a wolf howling in the woods last night. Before….” your eyes widened.

“What?” your mom and Derek asked.

“Before he was trampled by deers and bit by a wolf.” you finished.

“You don’t think-” Derek asked.

“It’s possible. Oh god.” you sighed.

“Did it heal? Your mom asked you.

“I don’t know. But when he showed us, his bandages were bloody. A-And all day, he’s been complaining, he said he could hear things, and he smelt some gum that was in Stiles’ pocket.” you said.

“So, the wolf is building a pack, clearly.” Derek rubbed the back of his head, starting to pace around.

“And that’s bad why?” you asked your mom.

“Well, for one, he’ll get stronger.” your mom said.

“And a pack is like an army. We can defeat him by himself, but I’m not sure how we’d do against a pack,” he said.

“Okay, but we’ll have Scott. I mean, there’s no way he would pick that werewolf.” you shrugged.

“Well, if he doesn’t, he could die,” Derek said.

“No way. I’m not letting my friends die.” you shook your head.

“And he won’t. I need Peter’s help.” Derek said.

“Der, Peter hasn’t moved since the fire,” you said.

“Oh, he’s in there somewhere. We’ll just have to force him out.” Derek said.

“Okay, that’s crazy. His mind isn’t working, you’re not gonna help him.” you scoffed.

“(Y/N), sweetie, go with Derek. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. And both of you, be back by 8.” your mom said.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” you waved to your mom before you and Derek drove off.

-----

The hospital definitely wasn’t your favorite place in Beacon Hills, but you had to do what you had to do. You spotted Melissa as you quickly turned away, avoiding her.

“What?” Derek gave you a look.

“That’s Scott’s mom,” you said.

“Okay…. And?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot she’s working today, which means Scott’ll be here soon to get her dinner,” you said.

“That’s a good thing,” Derek said.

“Yeah, but I kinda told them that I don’t know you.” you shrugged.

“Why would you do that?!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know! No offense, but you were acting like a creep.” you groaned.

“How is that not offensive!?”, he whisper yelled.

“I said no offense, so therefore, you can’t take offense.” you shrugged

“Oh my- okay, let’s just see Peter.” Derek opened the door.

You looked to Peter, who was currently sitting in the corner, in a wheelchair. 

“Wow. It’s been years since I saw him,” you said.

“Peter. I need your help.” Derek said.

There was no reply.

“Someone killed Laura. You need to snap out of it and help me,” he said.

There was no answer again.

“Peter! Get up and help me!” he yelled.

“Okay, and that’s enough of that. He won’t budge,” you said.

“There’s gotta be a way,” he said.

“The only way is with an Alpha’s claws, and because neither of us have that, we have to wait.” you shrugged.

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” Derek said, clearly frustrated.

“Just keep looking. There’s gotta be more clues. I can try a few spells.” you offered.

“Fine.” he agreed.

“Great, now let’s go back home, my mom’s waiting for us,” you said.

------

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked Scott.

“Positive. It was definitely (Y/N) with Derek.” Scott nodded.

“But she said she didn’t know him!” Stiles replied.

“I don’t know, but she definitely knew him,” Scott said.

“Why was she lying?” Stiles wondered.

“I don’t know. But do you ever feel like (Y/N) isn’t telling us everything?” Scott asked.

“Sometimes. Just, don’t tell her anything for now.” Stiles said.

“Okay.” the two boys agreed.

[fallen-angel-writing]

A Change in Fate - Teen Wolf Imagine

masterlist Season:3 Episode:23

Pairings: McCall Pack x Reader (Platonic), Past Isaac Lahey x Reader, Mentioned Briefly Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, Character Death, Typical Teen Wolf Violence

Word Count: 2k+.

Summary: For the last day, everyone has been worried sick about Lydia, she just disappeared. Void Stiles is on the loose, and any one of them could be the target. Eventually, the Pack make their way to the Oak Creek Internment camp, ready to save their friend; instead of heeding her warnings. After the battle that follows, Lydia is back, but someone else may have died instead.

Authors Note: All mistakes in this are my own. I've had this for a while and only just decided to post. I'm going to be adding more I think. A Change in Fate is going to end up a mini-series, for Alexis "Lexi" McCall.

The sun had long since set over the town of Beacon Hills casting, an ominous shadowy glow that stretched miles beyond the city limits. The roads were empty- aside from the stray traveller and an occasional roaming deer. For a time, there werent any cars on the silent stretch of road, blackening an already dark sky. Everything was quiet, and there wasnt a single noise in the air. If a tree chose at that moment to fall, there would be no way of knowing whether it had made a noise or not. No sooner had the silence come on it ended. with the rumble of an engine and a flash of headlights shining through the trees. A car coloured to match the shadows, and windows tinted just as dark flew around the bend. They drove along, gliding across the lane, occasionally drifting into the opposite, always though quick to return. A second car appeared on the road, coming from the opposite direction. As the pair grew closer, the newcomer slowed. The shadow car drifted back into their lane out as if taking a breath. When they steadied out, the car picked up speed, only to be charged again by the opposing car. A faint buzzing paired with a blinding light of headlights pulled the girl from her thoughts in time to whip the car back into her lane and slam on the brakes. She laid her head on the steering wheel. Her arms crossed, holding her waist, as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She sat there for a moment, listening to her breathing as it slowed, and looked around as the buzzing grew louder, and something on the passenger side floor lit up the otherwise blacked-out car. Leaning over, she picked it up and answered without checking who was calling. Stiles was on the other end. "Lexi? Finally, Ive been trying to get a hold of you for hours. Where have you been? Wait, that isnt important now. Listen! I think I found Lydia. I sent you the address. Shes at Oak Creek, I dont know what it is yet, and I cant find it on any maps. I dont know why. You have to trust me on this shes there. Hurry up, Scott and the others are already here." He hadnt let her get a word in before ending the call. That was typical Stiles, but not anything like how he had been acting the last time she saw him. He was sick then, could barely speak a word above a whisper. It had been that morning, or at least she thought it had been. Looking around again, this time past the windows at her surroundings she, realised shed left Beacon Hills in her rearview. She didnt remember getting in the car, let alone driving along the empty roads. The last thing she remembered was a fight with Derek. He dropped her off at the McCall house that morning and made her promise she would get some rest. At least she thought it was the same day. The clock on the dash said it was, but that didnt mean much. How had she ended up in his car? A better question was where he was? A better question would have been why couldnt she remember, but that would all have to wait, as a text from Stiles vibrated her phone and nearly had her jumping out of her skin. A short drive later, she had reached her destination. Oak Creek. Next, she called Scott, again the same thing. She was a few feet away from the gates. She neared the gates, running her hand along the chainlink as a set of headlights blinded her. Throwing up a hand, she watched as Stiles, Allison, Kira, Scott, and Issac climbed out of the jeep. “What are you doing here?” She and Stiles asked at the same time. Continuing their in sync conversation, both replied. “Looking for Lydia.” Isaac stepped into the space between the pair and waved his hands to try and get their attention. “Not to interrupt to interrupt whatever was just going on here, but dont we have more important things to do?” “Isaacs right,” Allison added, and Scott and Kira both nodded before the former spoke up himself. “Weve done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago, we were standing around, just like this, and we saved Malia. Remember? That was a total stranger. “He paused and looked around the semi-circle at his pack. “This is Lydia.” Allison and Lexi both nodded, sharing a

look. The former spoke up. “I’m here to save my best friend.” The latter added. “I’m here to protect mine and save another.” Scott looked at Stiles. “I came to save mine.” Isaac looked around the group and rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke jokingly. “I-i just didn’t feel like doing any homework.” A glare from Lexi and Allison ended the joking, and they entered the camp. No one needed to explain how this would end, they all knew or at least had an idea. Scott and Stiles took off towards the tunnel entrance to find Lydia, leaving the rest of the pack to face any threats on the surface. Lexi led her friends around the overturned trucks and stopped in her tracks. Noshiko and the Oni stood waiting. Kira stepped up beside her and unsheathed her sword. Noshiko spoke before anyone else had a chance. “Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you.” Kira shook her head, and the Oni pulled their weapons as well. “I can't. When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing.” She paused and looked towards her friends on either side of her. “You.” Allison notched an arrow but kept her bow lowered as she spoke. “Call them off.” Noshiko shook her head. “You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him?” Kira nodded. “What if we can?” “I tried something like it seventy years ago. Your friend is gone.”

“Are you sure? Or if Stiles doesn't have to die, maybe Rhys didn't have to die, either?” “I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira-- you are. But, the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury.” Void Stiles stepped out of the shadows, clutching one of Noshikos last kaiken tails in his hands. He ran his hands along the length of the feather and lifted his head. Smiling as he looked at them all. He snapped the arrow and a flow of black smoke poured out. Something in the air changed, but that wasn’t all. “Mom? What is that? What does that mean?” Void Stiles laughed. “It means there's been a change in ownership…” All eyes turned to the Oni, uncertain of whether he was trying to frighten them or if he was telling the truth. “Now, they belong to me.” Lexi and what remained of the pack stepped closer together, and Isaac shouted as the first Oni disappeared. "How do we stop them?” Noshiko answered as she reached them. Her arm stretched out toward Kira. “You can't!” Noshiko had vanished, as quickly as the Oni appeared, following Void Stiles’ exit. There was only so much the four of them could have hoped to accomplish against the Oni, his Oni. She and Isaac were handling themselves alright, fighting three between the two of them, while Kira took on the other two. Allison was safe from them for the moment; they hadnt cared a bit about her. All they wanted was to get rid of the threats. That all changed when she raised her bow. The fight had turned, and Issac was fighting three on his own. Kira swung at one and it vanished, reappearing feet away, out of the skirmish. Allison released her arrow. It flew through the air. Another Oni disappeared, causing the first shot to miss. The silver-tipped bolt flew past Lexis head, and she fell back, knocking into Kira. Both girls stumbled and the former fell to her knees. Kira blocked a blow that would have severed her head from her shoulders as the other girl rolled to her feet. Her eyes blazed gold, and she swung her claws at the monster in front of her. Dodging its blows as easily as it did hers. She turned and jumped back. The pair were now fighting back to back, barely holding their own against the monsters, and the former watched the Archer. Issac was brought to his knees only yards away. There was nothing they could do to help him. As the sword lifted, poised to strike, Allison opened her hand, letting an arrow fly. It hit true and struck its target. The shadowy figure froze in mid-strike. The sword fell to the ground, and the Oni around them froze. Lexi took the opportunity to slash at the creature in front of her, and it stumbled back. The rest still frozen, as she ran towards her friend, looking back as the bright yellow glow from thousands of fireflies filled the monster's insides. The arrow fell to the ground, and a deafening explosion shook the earth as it exploded. She stood beside Allison, both holding each other's arms to keep steady as they looked at the black stain on the ground. “You did it,” Lexi whispered. Her voice was barely audible to the other girls' human ears, but even without hearing her, the other girl knew what her friend meant and threw her arms around her in a hug. It was the first time in weeks they had spoken, and while their reunion could have waited, it was necessary. The reunion, though joyous, left Allison unprotected as one of the remaining Oni rushed forward. Lexis dark eyes widened as she watched over the taller girls shoulder. She didnt think and shoved her friend to the ground, her eyes flashing red. Allison gasped as she watched her friend unintentionally step into the sword as it plunged into her stomach. It hurt for only a second, and she lurched forward, her hand instinctively going to cover the wound as the blade disappeared. Her eyes were still wide and a bright red as they filled with tears. Within the tunnels below, Lydia felt the blow. She twisted around, slamming her hands onto the walls. She dug her fingernails into the stone and held herself up as an unbearable pain filled her. Her scream filled the

air. “Leeexxxxiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” She fell to her knees, still clutching the walls, as her scream echoed through the building carrying her pain with it. Tears poured from her eyes, running in dirt-streaked channels down her cheeks. On the surface, Scott reached the locked gate in time to see his sister stumble back a few steps and turn, meeting his gaze as she fell, her eyes returned to their natural gold, hands still pressed against her wound as blood poured out. Her previously white shirt was now stained red. Following the first who died and the one who ran, the remaining Oni vanished in clouds of black smoke. Allison jerked forward, catching her best friend as the werewolf fell to her knees and sank inward. Isaac beat Scott to them a moment later and pulled Lexi from his other halves embrace. Placing his hand over her own, he glanced up at Scott and back down at her. Tears were beginning to fill his eyes. There was so little pain to take. It was almost imaginary, but still, he saw the blackened trails go from her hands to his, and he couldn’t tell if she was taking from him or he from her. She looked up at him and smiled weakly. That gave him his answer. Her brother knelt beside Allison holding his first love as she cried for her friend and for a fate that should have been hers. Noshiko held her daughter as she cried, for the girl who befriended her, on her first day, and the elder kitsune wiped away her tears as she held her daughter tightly in her arms. Lexi turned away from Isaac and pulled a hand out from his. The other was tight in his grasp as she reached for her brother, as she asked, her voice cracking. “Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?” He nodded and mumbled, his voice brittle, as he held back his tears.

“Shes okay. Youre going to be okay too.” He squeezed her hand tightly as he spoke, trying to draw any of the pain she might be feeling out, but just as Issac felt, there was almost none. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back on Issac’s shoulder as her chest slowly rose and fell. The blackened veins thickened for a moment before fading away. He looked at her and brushed away a tear from her cheek. It was his own. “Youre not in any pain, Alexis.” He whispered, his voice full of fear and uncertainty. That was the first time he had called her, her full name in all the years she knew him. She never knew if he realised Lexi was just a nickname. Now she had her answer. She nodded weakly “I-Its because theres none to take.” He shook his head and gripped her hand tighter, trying with all his might to take away what she couldnt feel. “It's okay, Issac. It will be okay.” He shook his head and glanced up at the sky, “No. No, it won’t.” He replied, adding quietly. “I love you Lex.” She looked up at him and kept repeating that phrase, her voice growing quieter with each passing second. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s-” She stopped and struggled to take a breath. “I love you. I always have. You were my best friend. My first love. The first person I ever loved. The last person I will. I love you Isaac Lahey. I always have.” Scott, who had been watching in silence, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he held his first love and watched his sister die, howled in pain. All he wanted was for her to be in pain. He wanted her to heal and survive. None of them wanted to lose her. Scott, unable to bear it as he listened to her heartbeat grow weaker by the second, tightened his grip on her hand and wished he could return her pain and give her his as well. Anything to keep her alive just a while longer. Allison buried her face in Scott's shoulder, her fists tightly gripping his shirt. She shook as she sobbed. For months she and Lexi had barely spoken. Neither girl was entirely okay with how Issac and Allison's relationship came to be, not when it hurt their own. They got on well enough but hadnt been close until that moment. More tears fell as she realised it should have been her lying there. Lexi lifted a blood-stained hand to Issac's cheek and wiped away the tears falling. On what may have been her dying breath, she smiled, "Promise me, you wont give up.” With those final words, to her first love and her brother, to her pack and her family, her eyes closed, and she drifted off. The darkness crept over her, enveloping her in a chilly warmth as she faded away. The last thought that crossed her mind was she didnt want to die. She couldnt leave them like this. She didnt want to say goodbye. None of this should have happened. Before the world fell into a silent nothingness Lydia's scream finally reached the surface joined by the pained roars of her Alpha and brother Scott, and her best friend and first love Isaac. The screams from Kira and Allison joined them, drowning out the faint sound of a siren as it neared. That was the last thing Alexis Serenella McCall heard before an empty silence filled her.

[fandomrewrites]

Season 3a, Episode 1: Tattoo

Hello all! I am back! As of now I don’t think there will be a post schedule but I will try to post once a week - sorry ahead of time if that doesn’t happen. Please message me or reply if you want to be added to a taglist. I am also thinking about starting to post my The 100 series rewrite so tell me if that is something that you guys would be interested in reading. I hope you all enjoy and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. 

Season 3a, Episode 1: Tattoo

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: Mild violence

Word Count: 3,342

Season 3a Masterlist

"Lyds, I don't want to dress up for a date I don't even want to go on." I say exasperated.

"It's not a date. It's a group thing. So hurry up and get your cute little butt dressed in the outfit I picked out. We still need to pick up Allison." Lydia replied leaving no room for argument.

I let out a huff then reach for the clothes to get dressed. 

"Stop your pouting. At least I stuck with black."

I playfully roll my eyes, "Yeah, at the very least."

"Would you prefer pink?" She asks with a raised eyebrow, making her way to her closet.

"God no." I shudder at the thought. Lydia lets out a light laugh and shakes her head. "Okay. I'm good." I hold my hands out and do a spin for Lydia.

"Hot as ever." She replies with a smirk.

I giggle, "Alright, gorgeous. Let's go." I link my arm with hers as we head out of her house to go pick up Allison.

A little while later Lydia, Allison, and I are sitting in Lydia's car driving down the road. "It's not a date. It's just a group thing." Lydia insists.

"Do they know it's a group thing? Because I told you I'm not ready to get back out there." Allison asks from the backseat.

"Seriously. Isaac and I kinda have a thing going. I really don't want to go on a date." I say.

Lydia first addresses Allison, "You were in France and you didn't do any dating? For four months? And you," She glances at me, "Having a thing going is totally not the same thing as dating."

I roll my eyes but let Allison answer, "Did you? I mean after-"

She gets cut off by Lydia, "Do not mention his name."

"Is he okay? I mean, did everything work out?" Allison questions.

"The doctors looked like idiots when he turned up alive, but yes everyone got over it." Lydia replies.

"Derek has been helping me and him with our Werewolf 101 the whole summer." I say looking back at the hunter.

"Like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon." Lydia adds in.

"So you've talked to him?" Allison asks Lydia.

"Not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London."

"Whatever. He left. And seriously? An American werewolf in London? Like that's not going to be a disaster." I let out a light chuckle and shook my head at the remark.

"Then you're totally over him?"

"Would I be going on a group date if I wasn't?" Lydia questions.

Allison and I share a look, both of us having satisfied smiles on our faces. Lydia glances at us then sighs, "Okay, it's a group date. Not an orgy. You'll both live."

She then brakes at a red light. "Isaac better not find out about this." I say, giving my best friend a stern look.

"So is he your boyfriend?" Allison asks with a smile.

"We aren't official or anything. But I care about him a lot."

"And again. This isn't an orgy. If you aren't official he can't get mad at you for going on dates." Lydia says.

Before I can reply Allison gasps from the backseat. She sinks down and has a look of pure shock on her face. I open my mouth to ask what's wrong but she speaks before I get the chance, "Oh my God, oh my God, I can't see him. Not yet."

Lydia and I share a brief look before looking to the side to see Stiles and Scott stopped next to us at the red light. Allison holds her head in her hands trying to hide, "Lydia, go - please. Go, please."

"But the light." Lydia says. Finally, to stop Allison's begging, Lydia steps on the gas, running the red light. With the jeep disappearing in the rearview mirror Lydia asks, "You all right?"

All Allison can do is shake her head. "Lydia, stop. I need to go back. I need to talk to him." Allison says.

Lydia slows the car to a stop. We all glance out the rear window to see that the jeep stopped too. Lydia starts to speak once more but I can't focus. I start to get a dull pain in my chest. 

I look down at my arm to see the hairs start to raise. I cut off whatever Allison was about to say with a very panicked, "Get out of the car."

I reach over to undo my seat belt and open the door, "What?" Lydia asks.

"Now. Get out of the car now." Lydia and Allison both hurriedly follow my directions,  "Move to the back."

"(Y/N/N), what's wro-" Before Allison even has time to finish the sentence a deer comes out of nowhere and slams right into Lydia's car, smashing through the windshield.

"How did you-" Lydia doesn't finish her sentence, too shocked to continue.

I shake my head, "I- I don't... It might have been my danger sense. I just- I never." I can't complete a sentence, still in shock about what happened.

Suddenly Scott and Stiles are now beside us seeing what happened, "Are you okay?" Scott asks.

"It came out of nowhere." Lydia says.

"Are you hurt?" Stiles questions, checking on Lydia then quickly turning to me.

"We're alright. (Y/N) got us out before it hit." Allison says.

I walk over to the front of the vehicle to get closer to the deer as Lydia starts speaking again, "I'm not alright! I'm completely freaked out. Why the hell did it do that?"

Scott starts to make his way over to me and the deer, "It was scared." Scott says.

I look up at him, "No. Terrified."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 The next morning I quickly get ready changing into something black of course, though to appease Lydia I decided to go with a lighter colored plaid skirt. 

Once at school Lydia and I wait for Allison by her locker. Lydia surveys the faces in the hall, trying to pick out the new faces. "Freshmen. Tons and tons of fresh men."

I smile and shake my head as Allison says, "You mean fresh boys. They're fourteen."

"Some are more mature than others." Lydia tries to argue.

"You know it's okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while. Work on becoming a better person." Allison tries again.

"Allison, I love you. So if you need to do the thing where we talk about me and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, that's totally fine. But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction." She pauses, noticing someone, "Like that."

Allison and I both follow her gaze to see a new student moving through the hall. Looking down at his hand I see a black motorcycle helmet held in a gloved hand. A second student joins the first, identical in looks and the fact that they are both carrying identical helmets.

"Brothers?" Allison questions.

"Twins." Lydia and I answer in unison.

As they walk closer to us I pick up a scent. I cock my head to the side as they both make eye contact with me before quickly averting their eyes. Werewolves.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Walking into first period with Allison and Lydia, I move to sit in front of Stiles. Lydia sits next to me leaving the only vacant seat right in front of Scott. Allison walks over and awkwardly asks, "Anyone sitting-"

She gets cut off by Scott's answer, "No, no one. It's all you. All yours. Totally... vacant."

Stiles and I both look at him in disbelief. I mean seriously how can he be so awkward with her. Suddenly all the phones in the class start to either vibrate or ding, letting us know that we have a message.

I, along with everyone else in the class, pick up our phones to check what it is. "The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds..." A young brunette woman, that I have never seen before walks in and starts reading the text.

"And the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the Earth flowed somber under an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."

She looks at the class as everyone stares back, "This is the last line to the first book we're going to read. It's also the last text you'll receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

Rather than shutting my phone off I put it on silent then slide it into my bag. Ms. Blake, the young brunette teacher, starts writing on the board. Not even a minute later the door opens revealing the principal. Ms. Blake and the principal speak for a few seconds then she looks towards the students, "Mr. and Miss McCall?"

All eyes fall on me and my brother as Ms. Blake motions for us to follow. We both look at each other trying to see if the other knows why we are getting called out of class. We sling our backpacks over our shoulders and follow the teacher through the door.

"I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school. But I'm going to give you a warning in the nicest way possible. I'm well aware of your attendance record. I don't want to see you slip back into old habits."

"I won't. It's going to be different this year." Scott immediately answers.

"Don't need to worry about me." I pull my lips into a tight smile.

"Resolutions are only good if you stick with them." Ms. Blake says, looking between my brother and I.

Scott nods, "I will. I swear it won't be ephemeral."

We both turn to leave, I raise an eyebrow looking at my twin, "Ephemeral? Studying started early this year?"

"PSATs." He simply states.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Our mom, Scott, and I rush down the hospital corridor. Mom just told us about Isaac being brought into the hospital earlier that morning with some pretty severe injuries. "Why didn't you tell us before?" Scott asks.

"Honestly, I was hoping I wouldn't have to." Our mom answers.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything you've been doing. The extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike - even though it scares me to death. I don't want to break a good rhythm."

Scott stops to look mom in the eyes, "It's not going to stop. I'm going to be better this year. A better student. A better son. A better friend. A better everything. I promise."

"Plus if you really didn't want to tell Scott, you could have told me. I mean I should know about Isaac being hurt any way. We do kinda have a thing going in case you forgot." I speak up.

"Which is why I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to be worried."

"Well I am mom."

Mom sighs, "He's in 215. If he's not already in surgery." Scott and I both lean in to kiss mom on the cheek then make our way to Isaac's hospital room.

We quickly slip into the elevator, Scott hitting the button for the second floor. As we wait for the doors to close, a blind man walks through the door. "Could you hit the button for the second floor?"

Scott and I glance at each other, then at the already lit up '2' button. Scott reaches over to press it one more time, shrugging his shoulders at me. "Thank you." The man says.

Once the elevator doors open Scott begins to move out but is stopped by the man's cane. "You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you?" He questions.

"We're kinda in a rush sir. I'm sure you can manage-" I get cut off by Scott elbowing me in the ribs. I throw him a glare as he starts speaking to the man.

"Sorry about her, she's a little worried about her boyfriend. I'll help." Scott takes the man's arm then they begin slowly walking out of the elevator and down the corridor. 

I pause for a minute still in the elevator with my jaw open in shock due to how slow they are moving. I throw my hands up and shake my head. Rather than follow after them I start to make my way to Isaac's room.

I sigh when I see that Isaac is no longer in his room. "Dammit." I turn down the hall looking for Isaac, or Scott. I finally spotted Scott and made my way up to him, "Ditched the blind guy."

"Really -" I cut Scott off, holding a hand to his face. My head snapping to where I know the elevators are. My chest aches as I quickly grab Scott's hand and start pulling him towards the elevators with me. 

We make it in enough time to see the elevator doors still wide open. Isaac is in a wheelchair, unconscious and behind him is a man with scrubs. Though Scott and I both realize rather quickly that the man is not a nurse but rather another werewolf.

Without stopping to think Scott and I run forward, both with our claws and fangs out, attacking the man.

The elevator doors close with a ding as the unknown werewolf, Scott, and I begin fighting. Despite it being two against one the other werewolf is a lot stronger than the two of us. 

The werewolf picks Scott and I up by our throats just as the elevator dings again, signaling that the doors are about to open. 

"Don't you realize what you're dealing with? I'm an Alpha." He says, eyes glowing red.

Before he can do anything else, the Alpha jerks forward in shock as claws jam into his back. Derek Hale stands behind him, making his presence known. "So am I."

The unknown Alpha drops Scott and I, a smile making its way to my face as Derek slams the Alpha's head into the wall. He then picks him up and throws him out of the elevator, quickly closing the doors.

Derek turns to Scott and I, "Aren't you two supposed to be in school?"

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Derek, Scott, and I leave the hospital with a still unconscious Isaac. Just as we are making our way inside the burnt Hale house Scott's phone rings. Stiles calls wanting to tell him about something that happened at the school, but rather than listen, Scott gets him to meet us.

"You don't still live here, do you?" Scott asks as he hangs up. Derek places Isaac down on a charred table in the middle of the room.

As I stand next to Isaac lightly running my hand through his hair, Derek answers, "No, the county took it over. But there's something here I need."

My eyes don't leave Isaac but I make sure to listen to Derek and Scott talk, "It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha." Derek says to Scott.

"But it did heal." Scott says, confusion evident in his voice.

"Not on the inside."

"Are you going to tell us who that was back there? The Alpha?" Scott asks.

"And why is he here?" I pipe up, finally looking towards the other two in the room.

"A rival pack. It's my problem. I know you both want to help. And you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager."

"I'm not leaving until Isaac wakes up." I cross my arms.

Before Derek can reply Scott speaks, "Derek. If you want to pay back the favor now..." Derek breaks eye contact with me to look at Scott, "There is something you can do for me."

Derek and Scott sit in chairs across from each other, Stiles now here, stands by Scott's side. I still stand beside Isaac, constantly switching back and forth from looking at Isaac to the three guys clustered together.

"I see it. Two bands, right?" Derek asks. Scott nods, prompting Derek to ask another question, "What does it mean?"

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers.” He presses his fingers to a dust covered side table, he draws a circle then a larger circle around the first.

"Why's this so important to you?"

Scott lowers his eyes, "Do you know what the word tattoo means?"

Stiles answers this time, "To mark something."

"That's in Tahitian. In Samoan it means open wound. I knew I was going to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. But then I decided to do it now to make it a kind of reward."

"For what?" Derek asks as I knit my eyebrows together.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer." More softly then before Scott continues, "Even when I really wanted to. Even when some days it was so hard not to. I'm trying to give her the space she wants. But four months later it still hurts. It still feels like- like an open wound."

Derek picks up an acetylene torch once Scott finishes his explanation. "The pain's going to be worse than anything you've ever felt."

Scott nods, "Do it."

Derek lights the torch and almost instantly Stiles says, "Yeah. I'm going to wait outside."

"No, you're going to help hold him down. (Y/N) you too." Derek says.

I nod and make my way over as Stiles, less confidently does the same. We each hold on tight to one of Scott's shoulders as Derek slowly lowers the blue flame to Scott's arm. Scott's eyes start glowing yellow, fangs start growing, and he opens his mouth to scream.

Scott quickly loses consciousness as Derek continues to work on his tattoo.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 About a minute after Derek finishes the tattoo, Scott snaps awake. He looks up at all of us then lets his gaze drift towards his arm. The two bands are still there, confirming that it worked.

Scott slips his shirt back on and turns to leave the Hale house with Stiles. I still refuse to leave since Isaac still isn't awake. Derek makes his way over to me and Isaac as Stiles looks at Scott's tattoo. "Looks pretty damn permanent now."

"I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us - it just feels like everything changes so fast. Everything's so... ephemeral."

A brief moment passes before Stiles asks, "Studying for the PSATs?"

Scott nods, "Yeah."

"Nice." 

Scott opens the front door but before he fully leaves the house he turns to Derek, "You painted the door. Why'd you paint it?"

"Go home, Scott."

"And why only one side?" Derek and I both start towards the two teenagers standing in the doorway. 

"Scott-" Derek tries to get him to leave once more but is cut off with Scott unsheathing his claws and scratching the paint off of the door.

Underneath the red paint is a black triskele pattern. "The birds at school and the deer last night. Just like the night I almost got trampled by deer. The night I got bit by an Alpha. How many are there?"

"A pack of them. An Alpha pack." Derek replies.

Confused Stiles asks the same question on my mind, "All of them? How's that even work?"

"I've heard there's a kind of leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they took Erica and Boyd. Isaac, Peter and I have been trying to find them for the last four months."

"What if you do find them? How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott asks.

"With all the help I can get."

I open my mouth to tell Derek to let us help then but before I get the chance a voice behind us speaks, "Where is she?"

We all turn wide eyed looking towards Isaac, who is now wide awake and sitting up on the table, "Where's the girl?"

I quickly make my way over to Isaac as Derek asks, "What girl?"

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Crazy- Derek Hale

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters

Inspired by Crazy by Kat Dahlia. Lyrics in Bold

Word Count: 1,195

Paring: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think any. If I’m wrong let me know please!

A/n: Read Part 2 Here

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Tell me 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me 'cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

For as long as you could remember you've always been drawn to Beacon Hills, California. The day you turned 21 and had saved up enough money you booked a one way ticket and didn’t look back. You were bitten as a teenager, you were lucky to find another near you. She taught you everything you would need, from how to control your shift, all the way to covering your scent. She was more your family then your actual parents. When she was killed by hunters, you were devastated. It felt like you lost a limb when you lost her. Without her, there was no reason to stay. So with nothing left to lose you hopped on a plane and have been living in Beacon Hills for almost a year. 

It was sudden, really, you didn’t know what it was at first. You were doing a little snooping in the woods and happened to stumble upon a group of people. Standing back and staying hidden you listened in on their conversation. Eavesdropping was one of your talents long before the bite, the bite just made you better at it. “Are you sure Scott?” You heard a female voice. You moved a little bit to get a better angle to hear, not realizing you crunched a twig. “I think I heard something.” You stiffened up against the tree concentrating on steadying your heart. Before you knew it you were being pinned to the ground. Instinct kicking in you managed to get the upper hand and throw this person to the ground and put your boot on his chest and pressed. Finally looking up you see a group of frightened teenagers. Looking down you saw the teenage boy who you were currently choking with your boot. Immediately letting up you helped pull him to his feet. You didn’t notice before, but he smelled like a wolf. Without thinking about it you flashed your golden eyes at him, only to get a pair of bright red ones in return. You stepped back, “ Oh my god. I am so sorry.” They all looked at you skeptically. “ I can’t smell you.” The first words Scott McCall ever spoke to you. 

After explaining and talking to Scott he thought it would be best if you met Derek. Scott said he could help with anything. That's how you ended up in the loft. Looking around at the bare walls and how little furniture he had. “He should be here soon.” You nodded as you spotted a bookshelf and went right to it, helping yourself to anything that jumped out at you. Then you heard it, it sent a shiver up your spine and made your heart beat go ten times faster, “ Scott!? What’s wrong I got here as soon as I could.” You didn’t hear Scott say anything so you looked up from your book to see him pointing at you. Locking eyes with who you assumed was Derek, made it feel like time stopped. You felt drawn to him. Unconsciously you walked closer to him. Not even realizing that you dropped the book you were holding. Or knowing why you lifted your hand and rested it on his cheek. Derek didn’t know why he felt so at home in your presence. Normally he wouldn’t let anyone touch him, let alone a stranger, but here he was, leaning into your hand and inhaling your scent. He caught your scent and his eyes flashed involuntarily, making your own do the same.

Is it crazy when you're gone for a minute

I'm missing you, yeah I feel alone

That was nearly two years ago. You and Derek have since been practically inseparable. A few days after Derek met you he went to Deaton. He was worried something was going to go bad and that you were a distraction, because as hard as he tried he could not stop thinking about you. The word Deaton gave Derek for what was happening was not one he could wrap his head around. He wasn’t sure if it was even real. But he knew what was real. The way his heart sped up when he saw you. The way his breath got caught every single time he looked at you. The way he would become a blushing mess if you touched him in any way, even just bumping into each other sent his heart into a tizzy. He loved the way you talked. The way you laughed, the way you fell asleep on him during movies. The way your hand would always seem to find its way to intertwine with his. Derek knew for sure that he was in love with you. But the word, it scared the crap out of him. He wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you. So he didn’t. Instead he told Scott. And Scott had a pretty odd reaction, “ Mates? What the hell are mates?”

Nah boy I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Trying to figure out what I want, what I do, what I don't

It was a few months after Derek learned about you being his mate that he finally got the nerve to tell you. He made a big deal of it. Needless to say he freaked you out. Calling you and telling you he had something really important that he needed to tell you. You immediately assumed that something bad happened. So running into the loft to see Derek pacing confused you, “Derek?” He stopped pacing and looked up at you like a deer in headlights. “Uh. Come sit. Please” You nodded as you walked over and sat down on the sofa in front of him. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head no, indicating that nothing was wrong. You nodded and leaned forward a bit and grabbed his hand gently as he paced in front of you. He stopped and looked down at your hand in his. You heard his heart slow down drastically the second you did it. Looking up at him, you raised your eyebrows, “ You had something important to tell me?” He nervously sat down next to you and proceeded to tell you everything that Deaton had told him. “You’re my mate?” You asked as Derek sat next to you nearly as still as stone. “Y-Yeah.” You nodded your head and looked over at him, “ Derek. I know what that means. Not in Deaton’s terms. My teacher taught me everything. She taught me about control. She taught me how to do calculus. She told me about her mate. How he was killed a few years before she met me. She told me how she had felt drawn to him before they had even met. She told me that when she finally met him, it felt like the puzzle was complete. She had her other half. Then when she lost him, it was like she died with him. She told me that when you lose someone like that, you don’t just lose them, you lose a part of yourself with them. She told me that the pull I felt to come to Beacon Hills was probably because my mate lived here. She taught me about how it works and how it can be rare. Sometimes the bond is forged so strong that someone who you’ve known your whole life can eventually be your mate. I know what it means, all of it.” He looked at you with worry in his eyes, “ Are you in?” You pulled him to you and gently kissed him. It felt like fireworks. It felt like the best high you would ever experience. “I’m all in.” 

 I'm crazy crazy crazy for you

I'm crazy crazy crazy for you

You and Derek have been together for about 6 years now. He asked you to marry him around year 3 and you were married by the beginning of year 5. You’d been skirting around the topic of kids, not exactly sure how to bring it up. Sitting down to dinner one night you decided you were done overthinking it, “ Derek, I wanna have a baby.” Looking at him you saw his fork pause about half way to his mouth. His eyes moved from the plate of food in front of him to look into yours. “ Really?” You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but you hear something in that word. “Yeah, I mean. I’m ready to be parents. We’ve been married for a little over a year and I just think tha-” Your words were cut off with a passionate kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, “ You really wanna have a baby with me?” He looked so fragile and vulnerable, “Yes Derek. I want to have your baby.”

 Baby 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me cuz I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

You had been feeling a little off all day. You thought that it was just because of how big and swollen you were. You were on your way to the kitchen for a snack when you felt a sudden rush of liquid between your legs. You looked down at the puddle on the floor, “ Derek!” You called out. He peeked his head out of the kitchen to see you standing in the hallway in just his shirt. “You know that we’re not allowed to do that right?” He waggled his eyebrows at you as he walked closer. You put your hand on your lower back as you felt a bit of pain. Seeing the look on your face he hurried to your side. “Uh, babe. Why is the floor wet?” You let out a huff as the pain ended, “ I think it's my water.” He nodded, “ Okay, I’ll just grab you another glass, Go back to bed.” He started to try to walk away but you gripped his wrist as another contraction hit, “ Not that kind of water.” He seemed confused before his eyes got really big, “ Oh. Like Baby time?” You nodded your head and started to breathe, “ Yeah Derek, Baby time.” 

“And she’s here!” The doctor yelled out as you heard a beautiful cry. “Congratulations! You have a beautiful little girl.” The nurse laid the new baby on your chest. You looked up at Derek as he stood at your bedside, “ Holy shit Derek. We have a daughter.” He stared down at the two of you feeling his heart swell up like he was going to explode with love and happiness. He would never let Scott and Stiles see him this happy. Or so he thought. Later that day they stopped by to see the newest addition to the pack. You were asleep so they walked in to Derek holding your little one and swaying and dancing quietly around the hospital room. “ Awe. Look at you!” Expecting that to come from Stiles, Derek was surprised when he heard it come from your mouth. But you weren’t looking at Derek and the baby. You were looking at the group of now adults who had somehow gotten past the nurse. Stiles still in his FBI uniform and Scott in scrubs. You had watched them grow up into semi-independent adults. Seeing Scott and Stiles in the uniforms for their job gave you a burst of mom joy in your heart. They may not have biologically been your kids, but they were your kids. They all crowded around the bed talking to you and catching up that they didn’t notice Derek sit in the recliner with his daughter on his chest and silently dozing off to sleep to the sound of his family talking and the feeling of his newborn daughter on his chest. He smiled to himself and thought, this is what heaven must be like. 

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So It Goes (Stilinski) - Chapter 2

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Everything seems normal to the naked eye when referencing Beacon Hills, almost boring if you were to ask the residents. However, it’s what lies beneath the surface. When Y/n and her two best friends Scott and Stiles are thrown into the adventure of a lifetime. Secrets come out, and changes are made. And to think it all started with half a body. (Season 1)

Word Count: 3,364

Warnings: A couple swear words, very very brief description of blood, angst if you squint

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As Y/n stumbled through the woods trying to find her two idiots friends, she quickly realized how awful of an idea it was to go dead body hunting. She also realized it's a particularly awful idea to wear slippers whilst doing so. She rubbed her sweatshirt clad arms attempting to get rid of the rising goosebumps. Stupidly enough she never realized how cold it could get at night. 

Y/n was never one to think the woods were creepy. Until now. It was eerily quiet, apart from the occasional sound of leaves shaking. The small breeze disturbing the (almost) peaceful forest. It was quiet. Far too quiet for comfort. This was the woods, an area usually bursting with life from the treetops to the dirt-covered floor. She waited for anything to cut the thick silence. Birds, squirrels, anything rustling through the leaves that had fallen. Yet nothing was doing so except her hard breathing and a heavy heart.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, stopping in place when she heard more sticks breaking behind her. For a second she was almost relieved to hear movement. She was relieved until she realized she should be alone and the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears. The sharp panting sounding anything but human. Her eyes widened as she let out a ragged breath, unable to ignore the gut-wrenching fear she felt. 

Slowly she turned around, her body stiff. Crimson red eyes met with her fear-stricken orbs, taking her breath away completely. Her feet stumbled backward when the creature let out a snarl. Body turning itself around before her mind had fully registered what was going on. Not even seconds later breaking into a full sprint through the dark woods. 

"Shitshitshitshit" Y/n’s breathing was labored as she ran, wincing as a branch scraped her arm. Closing her eyes she prayed to any god out there, ’for the love of god please don’t let me die out here’. She closed her eyes for only a second before running smack dab into something, causing her to fall harshly onto her back. A whine emitting from her throat as any air she held in her lungs was stolen from her. For a second Y/n thought she was dead; whatever the hell that was had caught up to her and killed her before she even had the chance to scream. 

"You sure do know how to make an entrance." Her eyes snapped up to meet the faces of Stiles and Scott. Letting out a heavy breath of relief, before shooting up off the ground and pulling her brother into a bone-crushing hug. 

She was alive. 

"Shut up. I've never been so happy to see you two in my life" She mumbled into his collar bone before he peeled her off of his body. He kept her an arm's length away to look her over. Clearly taking notice of the small scrapes on her arms. Familiar crimson dots of blood forming along the small lines.

"Why were you running-" Scott started, concern lacing his voice. She was a wreck. Her usually pink cheeks had turned into a bright red. As if someone whipped cherry juice onto them. A stark contrast to the rest of her face which was visibly paled from fear. If she hadn’t just been running for her life she might’ve been embarrassed about her disheveled state. Maybe.

“Guys c’mon!” Stiles broke away from the two, quickly running ahead. 

“Stiles-“ Scott called out, dragging Y/n with him as he attempted to follow his spastic friend. Quickly forgetting that his sister had been so helpless just seconds before. He followed closely right up until a cop came into sight catching Stiles immediately. The police canine snapped at Stiles aggressively startling him enough to knock him onto his back. Scott quickly dipped behind a tree, shielding himself from the police officer. 

“Hang on, hang on... This little delinquent belongs to me.” Officer Stilinski’s voice was gruff. Quite the opposite of his sons. 

“Dad, how’re you doing?” Stiles asked nonchalantly.

Naturally, Y/n tried to scoot in next to Scott as the father and son conversed; it would’ve worked. If Scott hadn’t shoved her out immediately into the sights of Officer Stilinski. 

Asshole.

“Y/n?” She froze like a deer in headlights as the sheriff addressed her. Awkwardly raising her hand in a small wave as she found her place next to Stiles. She would have to settle for yelling at Scott later. Though she couldn’t shake the thought of whatever terrifying monster she had encountered, Y/n tried to stay calm and engaged in her current situation. “So not only are you listening to my phone calls, but you’re dragging an innocent with you?”

“No!” Stiles wheezed before hesitating, “Not the boring ones. And how do you know this wasn’t her idea and I’m the innocent one?” 

Y/n’s head snapped to the boy beside her. Crossing her arms before kicking at his leg. A wince sounded from him as she returned her eyes to Sheriff Stilinski. What was with these two throwing her under the bus? 

“So where is your usual partner in crime?” He continued, choosing to ignore the prior comment Stiles made. Stiles’ dad was clearly unimpressed with his son, his facing conveying that clear enough. It was almost comical to Y/n that he was so used to his son's shenanigans. 

“Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep before the first day of school tomorrow. It’s just us. In the woods. Alone.” Stiles floundered, heavily wheezing as he tried to convince his dad. It was almost painful to watch as his lying continued to worsen through the sentence. Y/n quickly cut in, trying to save his ass while still even remotely possible.

“It’s true Mr. Stilinski. Just us out here. Scott wanted to make sure he was up and ready for lacrosse tomorrow! You’re coming to the first game right?” She tried to divert the attention away from her friend’s awful lying. Taking a small step forward as if to put a spotlight on her.

“Depends on everything at the station, but I’ll let you know. Do you have a ride home?” The sheriff's face was still unimpressed, just slightly less so. 

“No sir, Stiles and I came here together.” Y/n let a sweet smile play at her lips, really trying to sell it. She hoped to god he didn’t pester any further.

“Of course.” he started, “Stiles, take the girl home and then yourself. When you get there we‘re gonna have a discussion about something called violation of privacy.” 

Stilinski led the two to Stiles’ banged-up jeep, having them hop in before bidding them goodbye. Y/n let out a breath of relief she hadn’t known she was holding. Whether it was to finally be out of the thick woods or to be done with the sheriff's wrath she wasn’t sure. Whatever she saw tonight was unlike anything she's heard of. 

Spending the remainder of the car ride in silence, she wracked her brain for any sort of answer. Finally coming up with one solid conclusion, 

“I think I know what killed that jogger.” Y/n’s voice was meek, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. The sound of her own voice confused her. She wasn’t used to sounding so weak. Y/n McCall was many things; weak and uncertain did not fall anywhere on that list. It was clear she was still shaken up, it was just a matter of what exactly had this effect on her. She wished she knew the answer to that. Y/n was so caught up in her own crisis she didn’t even get her usual butterflies she does around the boy driving her home. 

“What do you mean what? Don’t you mean who?” Stiles tore his eyes from the road in front of him to make eye contact with her briefly. Turning his head back when her eyes faltered. She was nervous. Sweaty palm, wavering voice nervous.

“That’s the thing. It wasn’t a who.” She gulped before continuing, “I think it was a wolf. A really big fucking wolf.” A laugh bubbling from the boy's chest caught her off guard. He’s laughing at her. Tears had even started to form in his honey-colored eyes.

 A scowl quickly took over her features as her annoyance flared up. Like someone lit a fire in her lungs. She recognized the uncomfortable feeling as embarrassment.

“I’m being serious you asshole!” Her arms were firmly crossed over her chest. Any form of uncertainty she had before was out the window. His inability to give her discovery even a single thought fueled the fire that was still burning in her chest. This time the burning was different though. Almost like it was burning hotter and brighter than before. This was pure, jaw clenching anger. 

“I’m not trying to be an asshole, but you do know there haven’t been wolves in California in probably sixty years, right?” Stiles justifying his little episode only boiled Y/n’s blood more. She couldn’t remember a time she had been so upset with him. The only account coming to mind was when he ripped the head off of her only ken doll in the first grade. 

“Stiles. I know what I saw.” She spoke with conviction to signal the end of the conversation. Her own hand dug into her bicep subconsciously. The rest of the car ride was silent. Tension so thick in the air she could practically taste the bitterness on her tongue. Y/n always had Stiles’ back, so why couldn’t he have hers? She was smart too. Granted, not as smart as Stiles but still. She wasn’t blind and she knows what wolves look like. 

If she wasn’t so infatuated with the idiot she was sure her fist would be in his mouth. 

They finally reached the McCall residence, slowing to a stop at the curb. Stiles didn’t have a chance to say anything before Y/n was up and out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She needed to sleep this off. It was extremely late by the time she made it to her room; checking to see if Scott had made it home never crossed her mind. 

Y/n kicked off her muddy slippers, crawling into bed slowly. Letting out a groan when she finally flopped onto her right side, letting her head hit her pillow. Stupid Stiles and his stupids smarts. Who does he think he is. With his perfect brain and stupid haircut. She felt herself nod off, closing her eyes for what seemed to be only a second. 

Y/n gasped, shooting up in her bed as the sound of her alarm cut through the thick silence. She grabbed her phone to turn the blaring alarm off. She sighed sitting on the edge of her bed, attempting to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Continuing to the bathroom to shower for school. School. She was fully awake now at the thought. It was the first day of sophomore year and she was going into it mad at her best friend. With great reason of course. She deserved the same amount of respect and trust she gave her friends, and she’d be damned to not stand up for herself.

“Scott! Are you ready?” Y/n trampled down the stairs in search of her brother. Only to be surprised that he was already standing next to the door, waiting for her. “Woah, you’re never up before I am.” 

“Lacrosse. Remember?” Scott countered, fidgeting in his spot. Y/n narrowed her eyes as she slowly stepped closer to him. Her brother seemed to gulp at the intense stare. She assumed he was hiding something, the tell of his jaw clenching giving it away. 

Y/n let a smile break out onto her face, simply patting Scott on the chest and continuing through the front door. Dealing with Scott hiding something could wait. If it were that important he would tell her; she was sure of it. 

The two set off on their bikes towards the school. Neither spoke to each other and that fact alone was odd. Scott almost always had something to say to Y/n. She brushed it off, assuming he had tryout jitters and that was the reason for his odd behavior. Plus she was still thinking about Stiles. Not in the usual way of admiration though. Just the thought of the conversation the two had the night before was enough to relight her hate fire. Y/n’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the handlebars. Letting out a quick breath to calm herself down. 

Her grip loosened as the school came into view bursting with life. The parking lot filling up quickly, kids were hopping off their bus to shuffle into the building, and cliques were already being formed. Y/n sucked in a breath of air, holding it in her cheeks as she mentally prepared for hell. 

The two pulled up to a bike rack, taking their time to take off their helmets and lock up. This year was going to be different. Y/n could feel it. She couldn’t tell if it was her outfit choice or something bigger. She chose her outfit. Consisting of a sweater tucked perfectly messy into an a-line plaid skirt. Not only did she look good, she felt great. This year she was going to dress as nice as she wanted, straying from her usual way of dressing. The teen always felt like she was being stared at. She hated that. This year she wasn’t going to care if people stared. As long as she felt comfortable with herself it no longer mattered to her.

The sound of an engine getting closer invaded her thoughts. Her head whipping to the side to find the intrusive sound. A silver Porsche pulled smoothly into the spot next to them. Jackson Whittemore. She identified the king of a-holes immediately. 

She watched Jackson step out of his ridiculously short car, promptly hitting Scott with the door. 

“Dude. Watch the paint job.” His stupidly blue eyes settled intensely on her brother.

“You hit him, asshole.” Y/n stepped in, crossing her arms as if to challenge him. He scoffed, raising his eyebrows before biting back.

“Whatever.” 

“Bite me.” 

They watched as he walked away. Keeping an icy stare on the two as he did so. Scott pulled her towards the front of the school, mumbling something about making enemies on the first day.  Stiles bombarded the two, desperately asking Scott to see something. Y/n looked between the two. See what? Just as she was about to open her mouth Scott lifts up his shirt. Revealing a large patch of gauze. Blood visibly seeping through the protective covering.

“Scott, what the hell happened.” Y/n’s fingers traced over his side, moving like her hands had minds of their own. Apparently too harshly as Scott jumped back wincing. Her eyes widened, instantly feeling terrible. He barely looked at her and instead continued to talk to Stiles.

“It was too dark to see very much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.” Y/n’s eyes widened, gawking at her brother. A wolf. Just like she said she had seen just hours before. 

“Oh, now you too? Not a chance.” Stiles laughed. Instantly reminding Y/n of her anger towards him. He’s still being an asshole. She may have a crush on him, but she wasn’t blinded by the fact. If anything it made her even more critical of the situation.

“Huh. Isn’t that funny he says that Stiles?” She cocked her head sideways, clearly mocking him. While Stiles’ eyes softened, Scott seemed oblivious to the tension as he continued to argue with Stiles.

Y/n stayed walking by the two. She had decided to argue with Stiles at this moment was pointless. If he wasn’t going to listen to her then so be it. She wasn’t going to listen to him. Instead focusing on her class schedule. Mentally mapping out the fastest routes through the school.

“I heard a wolf howling.” 

“No, you didn’t.”

“What do you mean I didn't, how do you know what I heard?”

“Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not for like sixty years.” Stiles continued to laugh, settling his hand on his backpack strap. They stopped walking, causing Y/n to stop walking as well.

“Really?” Scott says, his tone teasing. 

“Yes, really. Look, there's no wolves in California.”

 “Really Stiles? You can’t stand to be wrong just this once?” Y/n threw her arms up, “For fuck's sake, two people are crying wolf!” Her blood boiled. Baffled that her usual partner in crime had such a huge stick up his ass over this. 

 Stiles just sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes.

 “What’s up with you two?” Scott asked, looking between the two. Y/n shook her head, mumbling an incoherent response. She shifted her eyes to the ground. “Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe when I tell you I found the body.” His voice trailed off.

 At this point, Y/n couldn’t care less about the body. She just wanted to have a good first day. Clearly, that card wasn’t on the table.

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles’ eyes flashed like lightbulbs. Excitedly reaching his hand out towards her brother. 

 “I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for months.” Scott said, a visible shudder wracking his body. 

 “That is freaking awesome!,” Stiles cheered, “I mean, seriously, it's the best thing that’s ever happened in this town, since-” His eyes shifted to look straight at a familiar strawberry blonde walking by, ”The birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look- like you're gonna ignore me!” The boy waved, only to slightly deflate as Lydia ignored him.

 Y/n inwardly scoffed. Of course he still has a crush on her. Why wouldn’t he? This was the icing on top of her anger cake if that was even a thing. How ignorant could this boy be? She turned around to walk away, trying to contain her sigh of annoyance threatening to surface. 

 “Hey, where are you going?” Scott called after her, confusion lacing his voice. Y/n turned around, walking backward in her heeled booties. 

 “Class” The girl shrugged. Technically it wasn’t a lie. She did have class, just not for another 20 minutes. Her creative writing class called her name, seeming even more intriguing as she looked for an excuse to leave the conversation. 

 Y/n made a pit stop at her locker, swiftly entering in the code. Her body jolted in surprise, someone slamming their locker beside her. Her eyes turned to mere slits, realizing her locker neighbor to be none other than Jackson Whitmore. This day just kept getting better and better.

 “What are you looking at? Buzz off.” Jackson said, his voice rapidly becoming more annoying. She barely had enough time to scoff, soft tresses of strawberry blonde hair distracting her. Lydia Martin. 

 “Jackson. Let's go.” Her voice was demanding, a feminine edge to it. Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes, unable to control her overwhelming bitterness. She hadn’t even noticed Lydia’s eyes trailing over to her. “I love your skirt.”

 “What?-Oh. Thanks.” Y/n was caught off guard, hands instantly coming down to stroke the plaid fabric. Lydia Martin. Complimenting her. Was this an alternate universe? She didn’t know how to react, too caught up on her prior thoughts. Lydia Martin was a heinous bitch. Wasn’t she?

 “You’re Y/n. Right? We had health together last year.” A gentle smile played at Lydia's lips. 

 “Yep, that’s me!” Y/n replied, internally cringing at the blatantly obvious fake happiness. Clearing her throat she passed the ginger a smile before closing her locker. Turning to walk away from the horrendously awkward situation.

 “You’ll have to show me where you got it sometime!” Lydia called out after her. Catching her off guard as she sputtered to a stop. 

 Y/n threw a quick smile over her shoulder, “Yeah, definitely.” She mumbled, clearly still loud enough as Lydia smiled in response. Promptly flicking her hair over her shoulder before turning back to her boyfriend to reprimand him for being so slow. Y/n continued walking, confusion settling in her brain. 

What the hell was happening in this town?

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being a magic user, but in a spell gone wrong you become a werewolf.

Anon requested: “Scott McCall x male reader who is a werewolf that loves to kill”

Anon requested: “imagines where you tell your best friend lydia (teen wolf) that you are a witch.”

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So you’re a witch but in a spell gone wrong you become a werewolf, and find out you rather like this destructive side of yourself. No specific gender is stated, so interpretation is based on you.

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Setting up the ritual for tonight, y/n kept themselves from worrying about everything that could go wrong. The pack needed information from a werewolf, but the problem was that the werewolf was dead. So while everyone searched through the old journals, y/n decided to reach into the nether realm to contact the old wolf.

Y/n was magic. They had been since they turned ten years old and were inducted into their parents’ coven. Due to a witch-hunt when y/n was little, the coven was gone now. All that was left was y/n and all the spell books.

Drawing the last symbols on the ground, y/n thought back to when they first told their best friend, Lydia Martin, they were magic. Y/n smiled fondly at the memory. It was the first time anyone had accepted them for who they were and hadn’t freaked out.

<Two Years Ago>

“So...you’re telling me you’re a (witch/wizard)?” Lydia’s tone was almost skeptical, but there was something about it that suggested she believed y/n.

Y/n shifted on their feet nervously. It was now or never to tell Lydia their secret. “Yeah. I do magic and stuff.” Lydia nodded her head slowly, letting the words register before she said anything.

“That’s...not as bad as I was expecting.” Y/n blinked in surprise. They were expecting Lydia to react more than this.

“You’re okay about this?” The strawberry-blonde girl smiled and wrapped an arm around y/n’s shoulders.

“My boyfriend was possessed by a demon and half my friends are werewolves. I’m okay.”

<Present>

Finished preparing the summoning circle, y/n knelt down beside it and placed their hands on the edge. Chanting out the incantation, they were careful not to mispronounce a single syllable. Any mistake now could be fatal.

Which was the last thought y/n had before noticing one of the symbols was drawn wrong.

<—>

When y/n woke up they were covered in blood. A few feet away was the body of a deer, ripped to shreds by something more than human. Standing up and stretching, y/n ran a hand through their hair and winced at the knots in the tangled strands. That would be a bitch to brush out.

Memories of last night were foggy, but y/n distinctly remembered hunting down the now deceased deer beside them. It had been a long chase, the animal knowing the forest well, but y/n had caught it in the end.

It had been several months since y/n’s spell went wrong. In that time, they had helped the pack with several threats, started dating Scott, researching heavily into defensive magic (you never knew when it would come in handy).

Oh, and y/n found out that they liked killing things. A lot.

It started on the first full moon y/n was a werewolf. The transformation hurt like hell, but afterwards y/n felt...free. As if they didn’t have any fears or worries. Then a scent like copper caught their attention, and the last thing y/n remembered that night was chasing down something. They woke up next to a body, the person long dead with large wounds marking all over them.

At first y/n had been terrified, but when they calmed down the first thing that went through their mind was the sheer sense of pride. They had hunted down prey, caught it and they were strong. These thoughts bothered y/n for a while, but soon they gave way to being normal.

Scott didn’t seem to notice the change in y/n’s behavior, the way they walked taller and more confidently. Him and the rest of the pack were more concerned with finding out who killed the victim. But Lydia...Lydia took notice, asked the others if y/n seemed different. Nobody thought that there was anything wrong.

Speaking of Scott, y/n’s phone went off in the bag stored high up in the trees. After a few nights of turning, y/n found that their beastial side preferred a certain part of the woods. A stored bag of necessities was a lot better than walking naked in the woods, even if it was a hassle to put it out of reach. Y/n grabbed the phone from the bag and answered it.

“This is y/n.”

The sigh of relief from the other end was loud in the receiver. “Y/n? Finally! I’ve been calling all night! Where are you?”

“Sorry, my phone must’ve been on silent. What’s up?” Y/n started getting dressed, trying to be as silent as possible.

“We have another body, and no way to track the killer. We might need magical assistance on this one.” Magical assistance. Y/n would have to lie again about the spell being unable to track the killer. Not that anyone except them could tell that it did.

“Alright. Where do we meet?” A bird landed near y/n, cawing loudly at the teen and surprising them.

“I’ll come by your house—wait, did I just hear a bird? Y/n, are you outside?” Throwing their shoe at the bird, y/n decided to end the conversation before Scott could question them more.

“Come get me around one Scott. I’ll see you then.” Hanging up, y/n rushed to get dressed and get home before Scott could beat them there.

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Part 2 coming soon is here!

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[thepinkmermaidprincess]

you’re new in Baccon Hills,as you came back from a little coffre shop you just got a job at,you incidentally hit a baby deer with your car because of the pouring rain…luckily the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic is five minutes away and scott mccall is going to calm you down and take care of the little angel…❤️‍🩹

deer!reader x scott first meeting

The rain was pouring down on your car window,you started getting a little scared,you couldn’t see anything.Suddenly you felt something hit your car,you screamed and stopped.You got out of the car and saw a sight that broke your heart : a little baby deer was laying on the floor blinking at you.Her paw seems to be bleeding.

"Oh my little deer,i am so so sorry….let me take you back to my car i saw a clinic not far…",you tried taking the animal with as much care and tenderness as you could.You put her on the seat beside you and started the car again.If you remember correctly,on your way to the shop you saw an Beacon Hills Animal Clinic sign a few minutes away.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀໒꒱ ‧₊˚

But when you arrived at the clinic,the door had a CLOSED sign,you knocked furiously on the door.

"Please,is anyone here ??? I’m begging you i hurt a small deer and she’s bleeding,please is anyone here ?",you felt the tears streaming down your face.You were soaked but you didn’t care if anything happened to the little angel in your arms you wouldn’t forgive yourself.

Then suddenly,a teenage boy opened the door with a worried look on his face,"fuck,are you ok ? come inside you’re going to get sick.",he said trying to help you by your shoulder and directing you to a small room with tables and veterinary supplies.

He took the deer from your arms gently before putting her on the operation table.

"I just didn’t see her,the rain was pouring i couldn’t see anything….i….i wasn’t driving fast please tell me you can save her she is so adorable i don’t want to kill her oh my god what if i killed-",you started talking and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey,hey…it’s okay it’s okay you’re okay",he said with the warmest voice you’ve ever heard before taking your hand and squeezing them,"i promise you the little angel is going to be okay,you didn’t hurt her that much,i promise,please sit down and try to relax….come on breathe for me…just like that …You seems cold,here take my sweater.",he took his sweater off before handing it gently to you,your fingers touched and you let out a small gasp.His simple touch sent a bolt of electricity down your back.

"Thank you so much…",you whispered taking a deep breath,you realize that you didn’t know his name.

"Scott…Scott McCall.",he said tilting his head at you.

"I’m y/n…",you smiled at him,then you left to the room to get changed in the hallway.His words comforting you.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Twenty minutes later,little dear was safe and sound.The gentle boy wrapped her in a small brown blanket,she was now sleeping softly on the operation table.While he was taking care of her,every couple of minutes,he would turn around to look at you and give you a smile and a thumbs up to indicate that everything was perfectly okay.The way he was smiling at you made your heart flutter.The way he took care of the small animal was admirable,he was so gentle and soothing,whispering soft words and praise to her.You also couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was,with his brown hair,brown eyes and his slightly crooked chin.He had a small beauty mark under his right eye that you wanted to kiss.

Scott was leaning on the operation table looking at the deer.You went to stand beside him,looking down at the angel.

"Thank you so much for doing this…i’m sorry i freaked out like this.",you let out a small anxious laugh.

"No worries,i would be freaked out too…In fact,i’d probably cry like a little baby.",Scott said smiling and chuckling.

What he said caused you to laugh and for a small moment you guys were just looking at each other before he turned his head,blushing.

He sighed,"So….she’s going to live and i’m pretty sure she’s even going to let you pet her now.",he said smiling encouraging you.

"I don’t thinks so…."

"Oh,come on…..",he then proceeded to take your hand with his,"Is this okay?",he blushed even more.

You nodded,bitting your lips.He took your hand and gently made you pet her.His warm hand felt amazing against your cold one.

"There you go….see ? she likes you.",he said as the deer wrapped her body around scott’s and your hand.

You felt his gaze on you and it made you feel self conscious…you probably look like a mess thanks to all that crying and rain.

"What?",you whispered softly a little unsure.

"Nothing,you’re just very pretty.",he said shyly like he didn’t know if what he was saying was okay.

You blushed and smile brightly at him.Scott McCall was the most adorable boy you’ve had ever met.

hope u loved it ♡ English is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes <3

my god i love scott so much 🥹🥹this brings back all the allison x scott feels…❤️‍🩹

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

request: 

『 Hey, please could you do an Isaac Lahey x reader request, where the reader is a born werewolf like Derek but a true alpha like Scott and there’s a confrontation between the McCall pack (which reader is in and is like Scott’s second in command) and the Alpha pack, but she ends up saving Isaacs life but in the process kills one of the alphas in the pack. It’s super fluffy and ends with Isaac being so concerned that she killed someone but she says it doesn’t matter as it was to protect him... sorry it’s so precise xxx 』

paring: isaac lahey x fem!reader

warning: reader kills someone, violence, use of weapons. 

word count: 692

a/n: ahh I hope this is okay!! sorry it’s so late!

Your senses went off like a deer in headlights. Isaac is in trouble. Quickly, you glance over your shoulder and notice him pushed further towards the edge of the second storey floor, the hand of Ethan’s wrapped tightly around Isaac’s neck as he watches Isaac struggle. 

This was all Scott’s fault. He got you both here in the first place. But then again, you and Isaac volunteered to go, knowing that Scott would die if he went alone. You and Scott are one of the closer pairs out of the pack, aside from Scott and Stiles, of course. He trusted you like a sister, which was why he put you second in command in the first place. He knew that if something happened to him, the Pack still had someone they would rely on. Let alone the fact that your plans you made with Stiles always seemed to work, which was always an added bonus. 

Isaac was one of those boys that you always thought were cute. Ever since he properly joined the Pack, you and him got closer and closer. Though, the thought of you liking him scared you. Being a werewolf came with risks. You couldn’t bare having someone in the Pack die, let alone on your watch. Everyone was family to you. 

In a swift movement, you twist the arm of the Alpha in front of you, the crunching of the bone causing you to gasp and push him backwards. You dash over towards Isaac, pulling Ethan off and yanking Isaac forward so he didn’t fall off the edge. He breathes heavily, quietly thanking you for saving his life. The Alpha you just fought came back, growling in a rage you’ve never seen in anyone before. Before you knew it, you’re slashing your claws in their face, flipping them over your back and thrashing them on the ground. Pulling the knife out of your combat boots, you stab him before throwing him off the edge. This knife wasn’t like any other knife. It was laced with wolfsbane that was designed to hurt those you chose. Deacon had it made especially for you so it wouldn’t hurt you. 

You peer over the edge and manage to keep it all together. You’ve never really killed anyone before. The fear and shock spreads through your body like a rapid fire. Seeing the body laying so lifeless on the ground beneath you was something you weren’t used to. The gentle hand of Isaac’s touch your shoulder soothes all of your uneasiness. There was always something about Isaac’s touch that made you calm in the most stormiest of times. 

“are you okay?” He asks with such tenderness, it almost makes the feeling of despair and shock go away. Almost. 

“yeah, I’m fine,” you gulp, nodding over towards Scott. “c’mon. Let’s go help him.”

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The three of you mope into the doorway of Scott’s house. He had let you stay the night, seeing as you were too tired to go home and the school lacrosse trip was on tomorrow anyway. Melissa had nicely set up the couch for you, and offered you some tea, which you politely declined. You were too exhausted for anything right now. Right now, all you needed was sleep and to dream the night away as it was the only thing to distract you tonight’s events. 

Scott drags his feet up the stairs and quietly closes his door. Isaac stays behind.

“Hey, uh, you doing okay?” He asks, cautiously walking towards you, one step at a time. 

“yeah, I’m okay. We’re all still alive which is the main thing,” you give him a weak smile. He sits down beside you, his hands lacing his yours as a form on comfort. 

“no I mean, about before. With the alpha guy.” 

“isaac,” your smile turns into a more genuine one. “all that matters is your safe. I did it to keep you safe, and-“

Isaac cuts you off by pressing his soft lips against yours. 

“you didn’t have to,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“but I wanted to. You mean too much to me.” You mumble back, pressing your lips harder onto his. 

[dancingwithdylan21]

I Fucking Knew It

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving at the Stilinski household and a certain guest catches Stiles’ attention.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

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A sense of calm washes over Stiles Stilinski as he sets foot inside his Beacon Hills childhood home. The delicious aroma of turkey is wafting throughout and it immediately overtakes him. Not wasting any time, he hightails it towards the kitchen to visit with his favorite person of all time. 

“Hey Mom! Happy Thanksgiving!”

Claudia beams at the sound of her son’s familiar voice and pulls him into a tight hug, “Hi honey! I’m so glad you made it home.”

“Me too.” He delivers with a warm smile before kissing her on the cheek.

Unfortunately Stiles has been missing in action lately, he hasn’t celebrated a holiday with his family in some time. His crazy consuming job at the bureau keeping his ass in Washington DC for the last year.

“Who’s coming today?” Stiles asks twisting the cap off of a frosty beer. “Anyone good?”

“Everyone! They’ll all be happy to see you.“

“Naturally.” He smirks before chucking a cube of cheese into his mouth, earning himself an eye roll from Claudia.

The house soon starts bustling as family and friends start to pile in with goodies in hand. The constant focus on Stiles is overwhelming him to say the least - how many times does he have to answer the same shit?

The agent sneaks away to the kitchen for alone time, only to find his long time best friends making out aka devouring each other, "What the fuck, guys. People eat in here.” He scrunches up his face at Scott and Alison.

Scott detaches from his girlfriend’s lips, “Yeah I was just about to eat something.” He winks making Alison giggle.

“Stop it right now. I refuse to be nauseous on Thanksgiving!” Stiles huffs loudly. 

“Dude, chill...” 

“No, McCall. There’s way too many delicious things to eat...”

Claudia grins walking into the room, the sound of the two boys bickering is oddly comforting. It’s finally feeling like old times again around here. The couple start laughing on their way out of the kitchen making Stiles finally smile with victory. 

"The Andersons just came in the door.” Claudia informs checking on the cinnamon cookies in the oven. "Stiles go say hi to Y/N and see what she wants to drink.”

A confused expression breaks out on the agent’s face, "Who?” He moves around the corner, not prepared for what he’s about to see.

You’re easily the most gorgeous girl that Stiles has ever laid his eyes on and it makes his heart speed up. He’s been staring, not even aware until you break him out of his trance with a friendly wave. A nervous smile appears on his lips before rushing back into the kitchen.

"Smooth, moron.” Stiles groans to himself.

“What does she want?” Claudia wonders with her back to him.

“Huh?” Stiles says distracted.

“What does Y/N want to drink?” His mom sighs, wiping her hands on the apron that she’s wearing.

"I didn’t ask.” Stiles answers with a frown. "Who is she?”

Claudia halts her movements, locking eyes with her son like he’s a mad man, "She lived down the street, sweetheart. You two played video games constantly. Almost everyday.”

“Wait what…”

“I always had to yell about going out and getting some fresh air.” She finishes with a chuckle.

"That's…there’s no way that’s her.” Stiles adds with wide eyes, his mouth now turning dry.

“Yup. That’s her.”

“But she moved away in the eighth grade with her family. I never saw her again.” Stiles squints at his mother, trying to search for any signs of a lie.

“I know. She moved back about a year ago. You’d know that if you ever came home for the holidays.” Claudia sasses with a hand flying to her hip.

Stiles ignores his mom’s comment, too distracted when the image of you as a kid pops into his head. "She was such a tomboy. I forgot she was a girl most of the time.” Stiles adds surprised.

“Not anymore.” Mary sing songs, unable to hold back a laugh over her son’s deer in headlights look.

Stiles is unbelievably caught off guard, still not convinced that you’re the girl who he spent countless hours with. There’s really only one way to find out the truth. He’s going to test you. First he just needs to find the balls to approach you.

"Hi Mary!” You stroll into the kitchen wearing an infectious smile, not missing how your childhood friend tenses up.

“Hi sweetie! You look beautiful.” She greets, wrapping her arms around you for a hug.

Stiles gives you a quick smile when you turn towards him but it barely lasts before he looks away. Well this is strange, you’ve always heard that he’s such a ladies man. It definitely doesn’t seem it though.

You’re about to strike up a conversation with Stiles when Scott mischievously barrels into the room. Without warning, he hoists you up off the ground making you squeal in surprise. When he finally sets you down, you notice that Stiles has weirdly disappeared. 

“Need any help?” You ask Claudia, giving Scott his cue to excuse himself before he’s put to work as well.

“You can move the cinnamon cookies onto a platter.” She gestures to the baking sheets behind her. "It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Stiles huh?”

“Yeah. Seems like forever ago.” You admit. “He seems sorta…quiet. Which I didn’t expect because I’ve heard that he’s a real charmer. And also always talking.”

Claudia bursts out laughing, "Yeah. I usually can’t get the boy to shut up. I think it’s because of you.” She playfully winks.

“Me?” You furrow your brows.

“My ridiculous son doesn’t believe that you’re the girl who grew up down the street.”

“Huh.” You giggle softly. “That’s funny.”

~

Stiles searches like crazy for his best friend, finally spotting him hanging out in the backyard. "Ya know the girl that you picked up in the kitchen?”

"Uh yeah…” Scott shoots him an amused look. "What about her?”

“My mom said that she’s the Y/N from when we were younger but it’s not, right?” Stiles studies his reaction closely.

Scott knows what he’s about to do is wrong but he can’t help himself, “Nah. Different Y/N. Your mom always gets the two confused, man.”

“That makes more sense! There’s no way that’s the same girl.” Stiles snickers at him.

Scott refrains from rolling his eyes, a smirk then appears when he sees you walking in their direction. His friend soon catches on, resulting in opposite reactions from each guy.

“Hey.” You grin wide at them, getting a friendly smile from Scott and an awkward one from Stiles.

A ringtone breaks the silence causing Stiles to veer off to the side to answer it. He starts pacing as he talks, his unusual amount of energy is definitely entertaining you.

"Is he always this weird, Scotty?”

“Yup.” He cracks a knowing smile. “It’s worse than normal because of you though.”

“That’s what his mom said too! I don’t get it.” You sigh watching Stiles.

Scott shrugs, "Just a heads up…he asked if you were really the Y/N from down the street. I may have lied and said no.”

“McCall!” You gasp causing you both to erupt into laughter.

“I know, I know. He makes it too easy sometimes.”

“Jeez. Was I that shitty looking back then?” You frown getting a shocked reaction from Scott.

“Not at all, Y/N.” He assures you. “You were just different than the other girls we were around. All they cared about was makeup and going to the mall. You were more into sports and video games.”

"Yeah that’s true…”

“Plus you always wore your brother’s clothes for some reason.” Scott chuckles at the memory.

“Yeah well…I hated all the girly shit back then. My brother’s t-shirts had skulls and stuff so I liked them. My mom wouldn’t buy them for me.” You explain with a giggle.

Stiles ends his call and heads back over to you both, the action makes Scott suddenly announce that he needs more beer. Awesome. Now you and Stiles are standing here alone.

So…you gonna talk to me or run away again?” You speak up with a giggle.

Stiles hesitates then rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t run away, Y/N.”

You shrug lazily, “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

Stiles’ demeanor instantly shifts, he smugly cocks his head at you, "Oh please, sweetheart. No one would believe you.”

Well shit. There’s the Stiles that you’ve heard so much about. That seems to break the ice and you both continue on with the small talk. But in the back of Stiles’ mind, he keeps wondering if maybe you are the girl from his childhood.

Back then you two were very competitive and constantly played Mario Kart on Wii. He always picked Mario and you always picked Luigi. You both would trash talk all day about whose choice is better.

Even when you weren’t playing, Stiles would randomly exclaim “Mario!” making you always shout “Luigi!” in response. He finally decides it’s now or never to man up and test you about his possible theory.

“Mario.” Stiles states casually, no doubt now eyeing you.

“What?” You play dumb like a pro but it’s literally killing you to not scream "Luigi”.

“Um…”

“Did you say Mario?” You quirk an eyebrow at the brunette. He clears his throat loudly with a slight redness flushing his cheeks.

“Uh...”

“Who’s that?” You question innocently.

Stiles shakes his head at you, "Never mind.” He’s now avoiding eye contact and it’s the cutest thing ever.

You offer him a kind smile and continue to pretend that you’re clueless. Up until a minute ago, the dynamic between you and Stiles drastically improved. It definitely helped when he became less scared of you.

You find yourself sneaking peeks at Stiles, his handsome features almost leaving you breathless. Of course he’s guilty of doing the same thing, trying hard not to get caught.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Stiles inquires with a boyish grin.

“I’d love to.” You sweetly peck his cheek then start walking backwards. "I’m gonna run inside and grab us a snack. Ok?”

You spin around fast, not allowing Stiles to respond before you rush off towards the deck. After a quick glance at him, you start climbing up the stairs and then pause at the slider door. Without a second thought, you peer over the deck railing and call Stiles’ name.

"One more thing…”

“Yeah?”

“Luigi!” You exclaim proudly before booking it into the house with a laugh.

Stiles’ mouth drops open at your confession, "I fucking knew it.” He chuckles to himself.

~

Masterlist 

[imaginefan]

Lone Wolf *Part 3*

Scott McCall X Reader!Male

Word Count: 432

Requested: Anon

Request: Another part of “Lone Wolf” with Scott McCall where the reader takes Scott out on a date and Scott is all nervous and awkward and the reader reassures him that everything is fine.

*Part 2*

Scott didn’t know what to do about you, he wanted to try being with you but he didn’t want to be thinking about Allison and what she would think about it all but he knew that he didn’t have much time to choose because you weren’t going to wait around like Allison did, you were both very different in that sense, but there was something else that was getting at him and it was the fact that he had gotten your sister killed and in some ways it seemed like he didn’t deserve a chance to have you. “Alright what is wrong with you?” Stiles asked as he stopped his endless ranting when he realised that Scott wasn’t actually listening to him. “Huh?” Scott asked. “What is wrong with you?” He spoke slowly and deliberately. “It’s (Y/N) is it?” “How do you know that?” Scott asked. “Scott I’ve known you since we were in kindergarten and I know what it looks like when you are having troubles with a lover,” Stiles answered with a smirk firmly plastered on his face. “We’re not together.” Scott corrected and Stiles frowned. “What? Why? You like him?” He asked. “Well yeah,” Scott answered. “Then what are you waiting for?” He asked. “How many times do we have to tell you that what happened to Allison was not your fault.”

There was a knock at your door and you looked at it the scent behind it was one you recognised, it was Scott. “What do you want?” You asked as you opened the door. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date,” Scott answered and you looked at him and shrugged. “I would like that.” You answered and he nodded. “I...I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7,” Scott informed you and you nodded before going to close the door. “I’m sorry that it took me so long.”

The following day you had gotten ready and truth be told you were pretty excited but as the date progressed you could just feel the nerves rolling off of him and it was making you nervous “what is happening with you?” He asked. “W-what?” He asked he looked like a deer in headlights. “I can smell the nervousness on you.” You informed him and he stopped. “I am nervous.” He said. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry everything is fine, just relax and then we can both enjoy this.” You suggested and he nodded taking a breath. “Sorry.” He apologised. “Stop apologising.” You ordered as you continued walking and he smiled before running after you.

Requests and general question!

[real-life-catgirl]

Teen Wolf Rewrite

HHHStiles Stilinski x ReaderHHH

1x01: Wolf Moon (p2)

Words: 1,639

The whistle for the lacrosse practice blew, and I sat on the benches. Coach on my right, Stiles on my left and Scott on his left. “But if you play,” Stiles panted, “I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow, Stiles, because I’m not here.” Stiles looked over to me.

“T-To be honest, you’re always so quiet I forget you’re here.” He sputtered, earning a look from Coach and I.

“I can hear L/N from my house, Stilinski.”

“W-Whatever..” Stiles turned back to Scott, “are you really gonna do that to your best friend?”

I scoffed in mock offense, standing up to walk over to Lydia and Allison. “Hey, Allison, right?”

She smiled up at me, squinting as she tried to remember my name, “yeah, and you’re..?”

“Y/N, I’m in your English class. The one with the boy who gave you the pen.” I chuckled, shaking her hand. “Hey, Lydia.”

Lydia looked up like she was just noticing my presence, raising an eyebrow. “Who are you?”

“Y/N. We share science.”

Allison quickly interrupted whatever Lydia was about to say, politely asking if I’d like to sit with them, and I agreed. I caught Scott and Stiles looked at me in jealousy. Well, Stiles at least. Scott was just secretly asking me to put a good word in. Allison gave him a small smile and wave, which he returned.

I watched as Coach approached Scott, “McCall!”

“Yeah?”

“You’re on goal,” He demanded, tossing a lacrosse stick and helmet at Scott.

“I-I’ve never played..?” He squinted in confusion, eyebrows furrowing.

“I know, scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get ‘em energized—fire it up!” Coach teased him, before patting him on the shoulder. I frowned.

“Ah, c’mon Coach, don’t be like that..” Lydia, Allison and Scott gave me weird glances, and I shrugged sheepishly. “Don’t tell me you can’t hear him, too. He’s really loud.”

Scott looked back at Coach, “what about me?”

Finstock smiled. “Try not to take any in the face.” He once again patted Scott’s shoulder, this time walking away and screaming a “let’s go!”

Three of us watched Scott line at the goal, before Allison asked, “who is that?”

I glanced at Scott to see him looking at us, and I leaned my head towards her, “the goalie? That’s Scott McCall,“

“Why?” Lydia looked over to Allison, a brow raised in inquiry. 

“Like Y/N said before, he’s in my English class.” She shook her head, looking away from Scott. I smirked at him, winking before following her lead.

The whistle blew, and I saw Scott cower on the ground. I raised a brow, confused as to why it looks like he’s never heard a whistle before. It hurt him so bad that he didn’t even see the ball coming, and it hit him straight in the face. 

I grimaced at the laughter coming from the team, mentally cursing them all out because they saw him not paying attention. “What assholes,” 

Allison frowned and nodded, watching him slowly get back up. The next guy in line threw the ball hard, and Scott caught it reasonably easy. I briefly heard Stiles whoop. One by one, each player threw the ball, and Scott caught them effortlessly. ‘I don’t even think I need to put any word in, he’s doing it himself.’

Nonetheless, I was proud of him. I don’t know where this was coming from, but his biggest dream in high school was to make first line, or even be able to play lacrosse on the field, and now he’s able to.

“He’s pretty good,” 

I looked at Allison, smiling back at her grin. “Yeah. Yeah he is.. You go, Scott McCall!” Scott glanced at us, jumping from foot to foot. I haven’t seen him that happy since Stiles and I bought him a goldfish (that ended up dead next week) when we were 14.

The lineup was now getting shorter, and I was excited for Scott, until I saw Jackson Whittemore cut the line to go next. The smile instantly died from my face when I saw the player allow him to, since he was captain of the team, and I didn’t know whether or not how this would go. The only person who really liked Jackson was Lydia, and his clique. But let’s be real, half of his clique is there for Lydia.

I scrunched my nose, I could practically see the cockiness oozing out of that guy. Scott was nervous, too, but I hoped for the best.

My eyes were closed, and I didn’t open them until I heard the crowd cheering, and I peaked one eye open before clapping excitedly. “Scott caught the ball!” I yelped with Lydia, before highfiving Allison. “That’s my friend!” 

——

“I don’t know what it was,”

We walked through the river, stepping on rocks and balancing ourselves with our hands. We were here to retrieve Scott’s inhaler, who he said he lost when he got attacked. 

“It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And it’s not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear,”

“Hear stuff?” Stiles laughed.

“Yeah, like, earlier today I heard a phone ringing, and-and it was outside, how do you think I knew to give Allison that pen?”

“I guessed coincidence,” I patted his back, pushing him forward and jumping over a twig.

“I swear I heard it, I know I did—which we still have to talk about—but I can smell things, too.”

“Smell things? Like what?” 

Scott turned around to face Stiles, walking backwards , “like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

“I don’t even have any mint mojito—” He stopped walking to check his pockets, pulling out an unwrapped piece and looking up. Scott shrugged and continued his walking. 

Stiles offered the piece to me, and I took it gladly. “So, all this started with a bite,” he spoke.

“What if it’s like.. An infection? My body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

I snorted. “Wouldn’t you already be spazzing, then?”

“You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this. It’s a specific kind of infection.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

We had all three stopped walking by now, and I was giving Stiles a weird look. “What is it?”

“I think it’s called... Lycanthropy.”

I scoffed. “Not funny, Stiles. There’s no way.”

Scott’s eyes jumped back and forth between Stiles and I, “what? What’s that? Is it bad?” My eyes rolled as I began trudging through the preserve without them.  

“Oh yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Stiles rested his hands on his hips, frowning in feigned sadness.

“Once a month?” 

“Oh, my God,” I groaned, crossing my arms and turning back around. 

Stiles hummed, “on the night of the full moon,” he followed that with a small, weak howl. 

Scott pushed Stiles’ chest, turning around and walking towards me, “grow up,” Stiles chuckled.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” He shrugged, jogging to catch up with us.

“There could be something seriously wrong with me!” 

“I know! You’re a werewolf!” He growled playfully, baring his teeth before laughing, “okay, obviously I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.”

“Werewolves? Not real,” I once again scoffed. “Don’t be stupid.”

Stiles rolled his eyes at me, almost running into Scott as he abruptly stopped. “I-I could’ve sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler..”

“Maybe the killer moved the body?” I offered, bending down with him to pat the ground. 

“If he did,” he looked up at me, “I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like, 80 bucks.” 

I snorted. “Bucks like those deer you saw last night?”

“Not funny.”

Stiles went quiet, eyes wide as he repeatedly smacked our backs. I stood up, turning around to see a man dressed in black, about 15ft ahead of us, Scott doing the same.

The strange man walked towards us, “what are you doing here?”

I raised my brow, looking him up and down. “You’re cute.” I mumbled as Stiles smacked the back of my head, “ow! What the hell?!”

“This is private property,” he ignored me, opting to instead glare at the two boys next to me.

“Uh, sorry man, we didn’t know,” Stiles spoke, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

I squinted at the man in front of us while Scott explained, “yeah, we were just looking for something, but..”

“We were looking for his inhaler.” I answered for him, crossing my arms. “Sorry for intruding, maybe you should put some signs up.” 

Scott scrambled to cover my mouth, hiding my challenging smirk from view, “f-forget it—“ The mysterious, but handsome, stranger threw Scott his inhaler, putting his arms back into his jacket, forcing him to remove his hand from my face.

And then he left.

“Dammit.. I wanted to see if he was single.” I cursed, jokingly sulking.

“Dude!” Stiles hissed, “that was Derek Hale.” 

I uncrossed my arms, “Hale? No wonder he seemed familiar,”

“You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.” Stiles removed his arms from Scott’s, placing them on his hips.

“Remember what?”

“His family—“

“Hale fire, 10 years ago,” I interrupted, “the manor caught aflame and burned the entire house down, his family inside of it. It was all over the news for awhile, surprised you didn’t hear about it. My family was one of the first to know, since our grandparents were so close,” 

“I wonder what he’s doing back,” he glanced back at the way Derek left. Stiles shrugged.

“Come on,” 

[anyomousfanfic]

I don’t want any regrets.

 So this is for @tailsbeth-writes teen wolf writing challenge.

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader, Reader x OFC (brief), Reader x pack! (brief)

Word count: 4377 

Warnings: Lots and lots of angst, blood, death, general non happy ending.

 Prompts (In bold) “I’m not ready to die, not like this” and “I’ve never been in love before, so how should I know?”

Song: ‘I’m sick of losing soul mates- Dougie’ give it a listen while you’re reading this.

A/N Please leave some feedback! This is my first teen wolf one shot/ imagine and I would love to hear your thoughts. Also I apologise in advance for my sucky writing. 

They say that before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. An instant replay of your greatest moments, with people you love. A moment where you feel at peace. Y/N couldn’t help those thoughts travel through their mind as the pack made their way into the small compound where the nogitsune was waiting for them all.

Being a human had its limitations. Y/N was told to stay back and wait for Scott and the others to stay behind. She noticed the way Scott was holding onto Kira’s hand tightly, scared that if he did let her go, she would be lost forever. Her heart sank slightly at the sight.

 Y/N for as long as she could remember was pining over Scott McCall. The seemingly innocent boy next door, with the gorgeous smile, kind deep brown eyes and the slightly uneven jaw line. She can remember the first time that she had met him, almost like it had happened yesterday.

 It was a dark and stormy night in Beacon Hills, if Y/N know any better she would have said that it was almost like a hurricane, as the wind howled wildly outside of her car. Loose leaves and the odd tree branch bounced off the windshield of her car, rain pelting down relentlessly, obscuring her vision of the road. She had felt anxious then, driving in such dangerous conditions, but she needed to get home, she wasn’t even supposed to be out tonight. At the time she decided to leave her house, she was filled with adrenaline and rebelliousness. Choosing to be bold she left, to go see a boy she had been talking to for the past few weeks.

 As she was driving in the harsh conditions, tears clouding her eyes and her visions even further, she wished she hadn’t gone and done what she did. Daniel. He had broken her heart in a whole 0.5 seconds flat that night. She remembered he told her to meet him at the pier within Beacon hills preserve, at the edge of the lake, saying that he had wanted to see her desperately. Y/N couldn’t contain her elation as she walked to the meeting spot, soon coming to realise that there was no other soul there. She had waited for almost an hour, always coming up with an excuse as to why Daniel didn’t show up.

Even as she sat at the pier, shivering in the cold air, scolding herself for not bringing a jacket, she waited. Eventually a set of headlights illuminated the shivering and lonesome girl, setting the area around her in a dull yellow light. With a hand shielding her eyes, Y/N turned slowly to look at the sight, her spirits lifting dramatically hoping that It was Daniel. It had been Daniel, but he wasn’t alone. He had brought a few of his friends, who as Y/N immediately noticed were all drunk. Y/N bit down on her lip gently and stood up, despite every cell within her body telling her to leave. She couldn’t make herself to, she wanted to hear Daniel out. Hell, she has been wanting to be able to talk to him since the second grade.

Daniel was walking over slowly, laughing obnoxiously loud as he ran his large hand through his tousled dirty blonde hair. The yellow lights of the car, making his normally olive toned skin even more golden. She had smiled at him, walking over to him and his friends slowly as she wrapped her arms around her frame, trying to keep herself warm.

“So this is her huh?” Y/N let her innocent eyes travel to one of Daniel’s friends. A short and stocky boy, with short black hair, a pointed nose and a round face. She didn’t recognise him from school, she concluded shortly.

Daniel nodded his head as he came to stand next to her, wrapping his arms around her curved waist. Y/N let her tongue dart out to run over her lip, looking down uncomfortably at Daniel’s large hand, resting just above her hips, but low enough to be considered unconventional. He hadn’t done this before, ever, this was supposed to be their first time hanging out one on one, he was a senior just about to go to college while she was a sophomore going on to be a junior in a couple of months’ time. Despite the anxiety she felt, she smiled at Daniel, trying to not let her discomfort show as his friends all chuckled and moved closer to them.

“She’s cute right?” Daniel questioned his friends, pulling a shy Y/N closer to him, his hands slowly travelling further down, a little too far down for her comfort. Y/N had shyly grabbed at Daniel’s hand, guiding it to rest on the small of her back.

“Aww she’s so innocent Daniel.” Y/N’s eyes travelled over the group of three boys in front of her. They were all laughing as they looked at her like a piece of meat. She couldn’t help but feeling like she was a gazelle in a pit of lions. No way out and trapped.

“Might have to change that. Right sweet heart?” Daniel stated, a small smile on his full lips. Y/N had furrowed her eyes brows at him, slowly pulling herself at what she once assumed was an innocent embrace, but the more she was here, the more she started to realise that this was not the case.

“I think I’m going to go. I didn’t bring a jacket and my parents will be wondering where I am..” Y/N mumbled lowly, trying to pry Daniel’s hand from her frame. She winced when his grip became hard on her skin. She could feel the redness from the pressure already. Her heart rate increased dramatically when she had taken in Daniel and his friend, all laughing at her ‘innocence’.

“Come on Y/N we’re just teasing.” Daniel murmured right into her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. If this was any other moment, she would have been elated at the gesture, always imagining him doing this exact thing. But now, she felt sick to her core, her blood running cold at the thought of how she stupidly came out to the woods in the middle of the night for a boy she barley knew. She may have been naïve to believed that Daniel was actually interested in her, had wanted to get to know her better, but she wasn’t oblivious to the situation she had now found herself in. A potentially dangerous one at that.

Still she had tried to be polite. Now pushing Daniel’s hand off of her completely. Wrapping her arms around herself as she made her way to the car. Only to be blocked off by four frames.

“Let me go past please.” She stated quietly, eyes down casted in shame. All the while trying to hold back the flood of tears that were forming in her eyes.

 “Let her go. She’s no fun. I thought this is what you wanted.” Daniel shouted harshly, making Y/N jump slightly. She chose to not reply to him, letting her head fall to the floor as she quickly sped walk to her small car that was parked right at the entrance of the hiker’s path.

 It wasn’t until she left the reserve that the tears came, and when her tears came so did the harsh weather. She chuckled darkly to herself at the irony as she drove down the winding road, heading back towards her home in the centre of beacon hills. Her vision becoming more impaired the more in rained. Y/N hadn’t realised how fast she was travelling in her small hatchback until a deer suddenly emerged seemingly out of the bushes on the side of the road. She had remembered screaming as she swerved, hitting the deer front on. The car she was in came to a halted stop almost on the other side of the road, her neck sore from whiplash.

 Should she get out of the car? She hit a deer, she should check on it. So she did, after a few quiet moments. With shaking hands, she opened the door to her car, letting the rain cascade down her frame as she slowly walked to the front of her car, which was beyond repair. Her small hand instantly came to her mouth as she seen the poor creature on the asphalt below, gasping its last breaths, pain evident in its eyes. She never knew someone could cry so much from an animal losing its life, but she wept as if it were her own relative. She knelt down next to the deer, stroking its fur softly, singing a soothing lullaby as it took its final breath. She didn’t know what to do in this moment, her car was most definitely not drivable, and she was in an area that didn’t allow her phone to get reception and she most certainly couldn’t move this deer off the road.

 Headlights rounded the corner. Y/N had managed to stand up and walk towards the source, waving her arms wildly. She must of looked like a mad woman, soaked to the bone and all alone in the middle of the night. The baby blue jeep pulled over quickly to the side of the road. Two occupants getting out of the car.

The two figures, which she identified as two males began to walk across the road, holding the hood of their jackets over the heads in a feeble attempt to stop themselves getting wet. They had soon reached her, one of the boys, the lankier of the two instantly going to the front of the car in curiosity, while the other stood a few feet from Y/N.

“You hit a big deer.” The skinnier of the two stated, now looking towards Y/N through his hood. This made the soaking wet girl snort a little at the obvious observation.

“Are you okay?” Y/N whipped her head to the sound of a smooth voice laced with concern. She bit down on her lip to stop more tears coming.

“If it isn’t too much trouble, could I get a lift back to Beacon Hills?” She questioned shyly.

Both of the boys looked to one another, one more hesitant than the other. In the dim lighting, she couldn’t really make out their features. But she felt like she could trust them despite this. The lanky boy began walking to his jeep, only looking over his shoulder and gesturing slightly for Y/N to follow. Without a single protest she began to make her way to the car. She couldn’t help a grateful sigh at the heat the car provided once she stepped foot inside.

“Sorry I’m wetting your seat.” She said from the back, her clothes still dripping.

“Eh, there’s been worse things in that seat.” The driver stated over his shoulder as he attempted to start his car. Y/N scrunched her face, lifting her body up slightly and over to the side in mild disgust. Hundreds of scenarios came into her head at that moment, but what she would soon come to find out, where completely off the mark.

 During the short drive she had learnt that the driver of the jeep was named Stiles, and his was his friend Scott. She knew them from school, barely. Their group was a very tight knit group she concluded. They were kind to her, especially Scott. The girl in the back seat was filled with instant regret when they pulled up front to her small house. She had wanted to stay in the car a few minutes longer with these boys, who had somehow managed to make her laugh more in the twenty-minute drive than anyone else.

 Y/N had begun to rummage in her pockets for her house keys as the boys patiently waited for her to go to her front door. She felt her face heat up when she couldn’t find them, remembering instantly, her house keys were connected on a key chain to her car keys which were left behind.

“You don’t have your keys?” Scott turned around the seat, looking at her with sympathetic eyes. Y/N only shook her head.

“It’s okay. Just come to my house it’s around the corner from here. My mum is doing a double shift at the hospital so you won’t need to answer any awkward questions.”

 Scott had led the girl into his spacious home, turning on the lights as he went. Y/N happened to notice now how built he was, his deep green hoodie, sticking to his large biceps. She hugged her small frame tighter and bit on her lip as she followed Scott to his kitchen. Without direction she gingerly sat down at the table, Scott going to the cupboard to fetch two coffee mugs.

 “Thank you for this.” Y/N spoke, sincerity and gratitude lacing her words. She seen Scott smile slightly as he reached for the now boiled water, now pouring them into the mugs.

 Y/N wasn’t prepared for the sight before her when Scott turned around. Sure she knew of Scott McCall from school, but she didn’t ever take notice of him or his group, too focused on her friends to notice. She wished she had noticed.

 Even with dark chocolate brown hair, sticking to his skin from the rain, and water droplets still glistening from his skin, he was beautiful. She took him all in, from the slightly uneven jaw line, his kind smile and slight dimples, and lastly to his deep brown eyes. She loved his eyes.

 Scott’s eyebrows furrowed at the girl as he sat down directly across from her, noticing and smelling the blood that trickled lightly from a small gash on her forehead. He noticed that she watched him with caution, feeling uncomfortable at his intense gaze.

 “You’re bleeding.”

 “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” Scott smiled as she swore. Now letting her small fingers trace her skin for the gash. She winced lowly when she found it, it stung slightly. Scott had already planned to get the first aid kit that was stored in the cupboard.

 Y/N looked on in curiosity as Scott pulled down the red first aid box, coming over to her and placing it beside her. He was too occupied with finding the things that he needed.

 “It’s only a small cut. I’ll be fine.” Y/N mumbled, pulling a few still wet strands of her H/C behind her ear and away from her face. Scott shook his head and laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned towards her, an antiseptic wipe within his hands.

 “It can still get infected.” He stated as he motioned for her to sit still. Gently dabbing the wipe over her cut, before he got out a Band-Aid to stop the blood from trickling down her face. They had stared at each other for a few moments, aware of how close they were but too scared to do anything else. Scott had heard her erratic heart beat and knew the effect he had on her, which is why he pulled away. Allison, his girlfriend flashing in his mind.

 “I’m gonna get you a towel and some spare clothes. Feel free to make yourself at home and have a shower.” Scott announced, now leaving Y/N to her own jumbled thoughts. It had been one hell of a night, and she hadn’t noticed how tired she was from the emotional roller coaster. She knew she would have some explaining to do to her parents, but that could wait for tomorrow.

 The air grew chilly in the still air within the compound, pulling Y/N from her flashbacks to the past. She was anxious, they had been gone awhile. She noticed that the others were keeping a keen eye on their surroundings, their guard up despite there being no other soul here except for them. But she was only human after all. No supernatural sense of smell or hearing, so even if there was something here she wouldn’t know until it actually was.

 Time seemed to tick by slowly, her thoughts constantly working their way back to her friends who had gone to fight the dangerous nogitsune. She prayed that they were all okay, even though she knew deep down that they would be. They were all strong.

 Low warning growls were heard before she seen them. The Oni emerged from thin air right before her eyes. She had begun to feel panic, true and raw deep in her bones. She had no idea how to fight, and she didn’t have a weapon. The remainder of the pack that was with her had leapt into action, giving her a few sparse moments to find something. In her fear riddled daze she had managed to find a solid metal pipe, which under any other non-life threatening circumstance may have been too heavy for her to even lift an inch off the ground. But like people say, when adrenaline is coursing through your veins, there’s no limit to what the average human could do.

 Despite the many bruises forming on her skin, and the deep gashes on her arm from the Oni, she fought side by side with her pack. Never staying down for too long. Always battling to keep herself and her friends alive. She had felt pride in how liberated she felt at that moment, that she was fighting for someone other than herself.

 A loud whine broke her concentration. Isaac was now on the floor, an Oni standing above him readying his blade for the death blow. Y/N can’t remember exactly how exactly she had managed to get in front of Isaac the way that she did, but none of that mattered as she pushed his body out of the path of the blade. The blade that left her bleeding and unprotected on the floor. She grew scared, she knew she was going to die. As she lay there, on the cold floor, soaked in her own blood, she thought of Scott for the second time that night. His beautiful face a perfect vision behind her eyelids.

  Y/N had snuck out of home again. She couldn’t sleep, and the one person she wanted to see and talk to was not answering their phone. It was midnight, when she walked up the short drive way to the house which had now basically become her second home. But using the front door wasn’t an option. So she made her way below his window, finding some small stones to toss at the thin glass to gain his attention. After a few minutes there was no response. She bit down on her lip, figuring he wasn’t home and probably off doing some were wolf things with Stiles. So she tried one last time, this time picking up a handful of small pebbles and tossing them at the window.

 Almost immediately the dull yellow light from a light lamp filled the previously dark room, and Scott had walked over to the window, opening it and peering down. He was shirtless and his hair was messy. She had felt bad for waking him up.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” Her heart lightened at that. He immediately worried about her before anything else.

 “Can we go somewhere and talk?” She had questioned.

 Scott had then looked over his shoulder for some reason that soon became clear. Kira had now stepped into Y/N’s line of sight, wearing one of Scott’s flannel shirts. Heartbroken could not even begin to describe her feelings, but she pushed it aside and smiled, waving at Kira who reciprocated her actions.

 “Actually never mind. I didn’t mean to wake you guys.” Y/N mumbled, turning away from her house and beginning the short work back to hers. She didn’t know if she loved Scott McCall, but what she had concluded in that short time period that liking or loving someone sucked, especially when you had to watch them be happy with someone that wasn’t you. But she would be happy for them never the less.

 Despite it being almost midnight, loud footsteps could be heard behind her. They were running. She grew nervous and began to speed up until they had called her name. The girl turned to see Scott running towards her, now fully clothed and hair a little more put together than when she had seen him a few minutes prior.

 “Where did you want to talk?” Scott questioned, panting slightly. Y/N smiled at him, turning and leading him silently to a place that she had kept to herself for some time, a place to go where she could think.

 And they talked, they talked all night long till the sun came up. Y/N had confided in Scott, telling him her worries about her future, her constant worries for her friends and all the dangers they face and the nightmares that had kept her up at night. Nightmares mainly consisting of her and the pack being killed by another supernatural creature. She had concluded that she had some form of PTSD, or maybe it was just because she didn’t really have anyone to talk to. She didn’t want to burden the pack with her problems when they all had their own to deal with. But tonight, she couldn’t stand to be alone.

 So Scott comforted her, and told her about his worries, his dreams and aspirations. They even joked around at some points, completely losing track of time. Too lost and invested in being in the moment. But by the end of it all, they felt lighter and more connected than they had ever been. A new fond bond formed. Y/N wanted to tell Scott what she had been feeling for him this past year or two, but she refrained. She wanted him to be happy, he deserved to be happy the most, he always put everyone before himself, even when the whole weight of the world was on his shoulders. He helped people and found joy in it, it was just Scott McCall, caring and righteous and she loved that about him.

 The pack had all stood still, watching their friends body fall to the ground with a loud thump. To their ears, it was almost deafening. Her face was pain filled, but she turned to check that her friend was okay, even though she was the one laying there and dying.

 Scott had rushed over to her without a second thought, almost slipping over in the scarlet pool that surrounded her. He had never been this scared of losing someone before, and even though he knew in the rational part of his mind that his friend was going to die, he kept hope that she wouldn’t, that by some miracle she would live to see another day and crack her stupid jokes that made the whole pack laugh, even when they had the worst day imaginable.

 “Scott. You made it out.” She whispered, her hand reaching out to cup his face. A proud smile on her lips as she looked at him in complete adoration. The pack had now surrounded the two, but did nothing to separate them.

 “Yeah. But that doesn’t matter. You matter, I’m going to get you to the hospital.” Scott stated thickly, his tears were becoming more painful and harder to keep them in. He didn’t want her to see him cry, he wanted her to fight like the fighter he knew she was. But she simply shook her head no.

 “I’ve never been in love before, so how should I know? But, I’m not ready to die, not like this. Not without you knowing.” She was crying now, she knew she didn’t have much time and there was a lot she had wanted to say. But the pain was slowly fading away and she knew that meant that her life had minutes or seconds left.

 Scott had tried to keep her from speaking, placing his hands on her lips to keep her from doing so. But when he seen the urgency in her gentle eyes, he removed them.

 “I love you. I have for a long time, probably since the moment where you put a Band-Aid on my tiny cut. I just wanted you to know, I don’t want to die with regrets.”

 Scott had clenched his jaw, tears now streaming down his face as he looked down at the girl who was still smiling up at him. Her eyes filled with love. She was crying too, bringing her hand to gently run through his hair and over his cheek as she coughed. She coughed up blood. The blood spilled over her chin and splattered on her cheeks but she still tried to smile up at Scott through the pain.

 “Can you kiss me just one time?”

 Scott realised that if he had the chance, he would have kissed her whenever she wanted. His lips gently embracing hers in their first and only ever kiss. Scott knew he should be weirded out by the blood staining her lips, but it had taken this moment to realise that he had loved her too. He knew he would regret every action and moment leading up to this moment. He would regret not telling her he loved her to before all this happened.

 “I love you too (Y/N) so much. Please don’t-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he crashed his lips to hers, cupping her face in his hands as he held onto her for dear life. She did the same. But as he kissed her, he could hear her heart beat slowing down, becoming weaker. He knew she had seconds left.

 “I love you.” He reaffirmed again, against her lips as she smiled and took her last breath. Her heart beat no longer heard. Scott didn’t know what to do in this moment, so he sat there with her, gently cradling her limp body is his arms. Slowly rocking them back and forth as he rested his head against hers. His tears staining his cheeks. He would regret this for the rest of his life, and he would realise later on that he was sick of losing soul mates.