#the moment Scott pulls the finger out of the chilli is insane

[dreamlander-nc]

Op episode for real. I love this episode so much.

I should be doing my school work but instead here I am spending time drawing bowls with fingers in it and getting distracted every 5 seconds.

Help :)

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Escape

Summary: The Red Room haunts you, from the moment you stepped foot inside to long after you’ve left. Truth is, you don’t think there is any escaping it.

Warnings: 18+ Violence, Depression, Mentions of Death, Smut

Chapter 12

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A lab. A safehouse. A barn. A warehouse. Hell you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d ended up in a empty field. But a diner? You didn’t expect to be here.��

Scott, Steve, and Natasha seemed more interested in the Doctor. 

You can’t say you’re shocked. After the very obvious complications he was having before, you figured he’d end up fixing it. Seeing the Hulk so, human, was different but not surprising.

“Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating.” He nudges the plate towards you and Natasha,“ try some of that. Have some eggs.” 

You raise an eyebrow at the people at the table before looking at the plate. With a shrug, you grab a fork and eat some eggs. Finding that they taste pretty good, you eat some more.

Natasha smiles a little at you, shaking her head and then looking at Bruce.

“I’m so confused.” Scott is the first to speak.

Bruce nods,“ these are confusing times.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean.”

With a sigh, Bruce says,“ no, I get it. I'm kidding! I know. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. Of all the confusing things that’s going on with the man, wearing clothes isn’t that big a deal. 

“Yeah!” Scott exclaims,“ wh- How? Why?” He frowns.

A somber expression takes over Bruce’s face,“ five years ago, we got our asses beaten. Except it was worse for me. Because I lost twice. First, Hulk lost, then Banner lost. Then, we all lost.”

There’s no part of you that could one hundred percent understand what Bruce had felt during all of that. Still, if it hurt you to lose to Thanos, you know it’s so much worse for him.

“No one blamed you, Bruce.” Your wife tries reassuring him.

Still, he shakes his head,“ I did.” He explains his acceptance of the hulk, briefly mentions the process of doing so, and expresses his pride of becoming this better version of himself. 

You have to admit that it is nice to see that he’s doing better. 

Conversation stops at the presence of three little kids. They take a picture with Bruce and then get into a small spat with Scott before leaving. 

Eventually Steve directs the conversation back to the important topic. Only for Bruce to point out that’s a little above his paygrade. 

“You managed to pull this off. I remember a time where this seemed pretty impossible too.” Natasha encourages. 

Bruce’s eyes watch her, trusting the emotion in her eyes. With one look around the table, taking in Scott and Steve’s hopeful expressions, he agrees to come back to the compound to try. 

Still you all don’t leave until Bruce is finished eating. You’d helped put away some of the food, eating some more eggs and a couple sausages but steering clear of the overly large pancakes.

Minutes later you’re all climbing into the Quinjet. Natasha and Steve both head to the pilots seats leaving you, Bruce, and Scott behind. 

You’re already sitting and paging through a book noncommittally when Bruce decides to join you. He sits in the two chairs beside, resting back on the chair and the wall.

“Sup Doc.” You greet, shutting the book and looking up at him.

“Hey Y/N, how you been?” 

A thoughtful expression passes your face,“ truthfully better than ever.”

“That’s great.” He nods, looking over at Natasha,“ I’m guessing married life is treating you well.”

Your eyes fall over to your wife as well,“ it has it’s ups and downs. But I couldn’t be happier.”

While there use to be a longing look on his face you can now see how he’s simply happy that Natasha is happy. 

Conversation between you two shifts from Natasha to the “time heist” as Scott calls it.

“Be honest, do you think this’ll work?” You ask him quietly. 

A frustrated hand runs up his face and through his hair,“ there’s a chance.”

“Bruce. There’s a ‘chance’ to fix climate change. There’s a ‘chance’ to solve poverty. I’m gonna need this to be a little more than a chance for me to trust this plan.”

“Sorry Y/N, that’s all I can give you.” 

Shaking your head, you slouch in your seat.

Thoughts race through your mind, all of them connected to one single thought. You don’t want Natasha to get hurt again. 

Losing the first time shook her, nearly destroyed her and you’d struggled to pick up the pieces it left her in. At times you knew that even though she took comfort in your presence and she appreciated you being there, it wasn’t enough. And as much as you hate to admit it, you still aren’t enough. 

Natasha loves you and you’d never deny or doubt that but you’d never be able to replace or even fill the gap of the family she’d lost. Brothers and sisters, her friends and partners. 

You see the hope filling her and the last thing you want is for her to be let down. Essentially having to lose all over again. 

By the time you get to the compound the sun is setting. 

With the sky painted in shades of yellow and red, you decide to go to the roof. A slight breeze makes it just barely chilly so you continue on, sitting yourself on the roof’s ledge and looking out over the lake.

Taking a deep breath, you sort through your thoughts.

Admittedly you start to feel bad, almost upset with yourself. It’s so incredibly selfish of you to prioritize Natasha over the rest of the universe. You’re not wishing that the world stay this way but you’ve managed to have more than you could’ve ever wanted and the prospect of an even better future with Natasha hangs in the balance of this plan. 

You can’t help but think that you’ve gone from one extreme to the other. In the past you’d completely disregarded your desires, so much so that you allowed yourself to be used by HYDRA and the KGB. And now you’re so sure of what you want that you’re borderline willing to leave things the way they are. 

In truth, all you need is assurance. You need a guarantee that this will work with little to no consequences. Natasha needs to be safe from any possible downfalls. Your new found friends and family can’t be in harms way at all. It’d be ideal to save yourself. 

Part of you knows that if you have to sacrifice yourself to ensure Natasha gets everything she could ever want, you will. Insane really, since your point is to not lose her, but if it meant her happiness it’d be worth it. 

Lost in thought, you don’t pay attention to the door that opens and shuts. Nor do you anticipate the presence of the blonde behind you.

“I have to say, I’m surprised you’ve been so quiet about all of this.”

Turning around, your eyes trail over Steve’s tall and muscular form. You sigh and face forward again.

Steve moves to sit beside you,“ I didn’t miss what you said at Tony’s. And I don’t know much of anything about your past, still I assume you’ve gone through a lot so risking what you have now with Natasha isn’t ideal.”

You scoff,“ ideal? No Steve, it’s not an option. Don’t get me wrong, I want to help bring everyone back, I lost people too, but we don’t even know if this will work. Tony had a point, multiple ones but mainly, what if we screw everything up even worse than it already is.”

“We can’t focus on the negative side of this-”

“You won’t even consider the negative side. Optimism is nice but not blind optimism. If you expect me to even begin to trust this plan I need you to be realistic.” 

His crystal blue eyes follow you as you stand and step away from the ledge. He follows, crossing his arms as he stands in front of you. 

“Be real with me and yourself, right here, right now. How confident are you that this works?”

Instead of an instant reply, Steve takes a deep breath, his shoulders moving as he releases it. You don’t miss the way his fingers rapidly tap against his arm.

Finally he speaks,“ I can’t promise that things won’t change. I can’t promise that there won’t be risks. All I know is that we have to try, if we don’t we’re no better than every bad guy I’ve crossed.” 

A moment of silence. You process his words, observe the honesty in them and even the slight bit of hesitation that displays in his eyes before he looks away. 

“Look, Steve, you’re a good guy and you’re a hero through and through. I’m sure there’s no shortage of sacrifices you’d make to save the world, but,” running a hand through your hair, you take the smallest of steps forward,“ if there’s even the slightest chance that something happens to Natasha I’m out.”

He looks up at you, not expecting what’s been implied by you. 

Yes, you’re willing to try. No, you didn’t expect to cave to quickly. You blame those steely blue eyes.

A breath of relief leaves him and he nods. With that established between you two, you leave the roof. 

Inside the compound you go your separate ways, your destination being the lab. 

Surprisingly, you don’t find Bruce there, which you’re partly grateful for. Being left with your thoughts now isn’t so bad, in fact it helps you work better. 

Your current project is a new suit for Natasha. 

It’s inspired by Tony’s suit. The nanotech sits in the Black Widow symbol of her belt and is activated with a simple touch. You made sure to keep it as form fitting as possible so it doesn’t hinder her speed or agility. 

Instead of repulsor beams like Tony’s suit, it shoots electricity, mimicking the voltage of her widow’s bites. You maintained the same durability, adaptability, and power that Tony’s suit has. Not being as clever as Tony the A.I. you created was simply named Assist and doesn’t stand for anything.

Lastly ensuring that it’s fitted with Natasha’s go to weapons: a staff/batons and the standard pistols. 

You’re in the lab well into the early hours of the next morning and the lack of your presence isn’t unnoticed by Natasha.

Despite having been in deep conversation with Bruce and Scott about the upcoming time travel test, she went to search for you.

She hadn’t realized how much she actually missed your presence until she started looking for you. When she finally gets to your lab there are tears in her eyes. 

Her sniffle grabs your attention. You’re instantly on alert, completely disregarding your work to focus all your attention on your girl.

“What’s wrong love?” You reach for her hands, slowly just in case physical comfort isn’t what she wants.

Instead she steps into your body, wrapping her arms around you and pressing her face against your chest.

“I miss you.” 

You just barely catch her words but your heart tugs at the sad tone of her voice. 

“I didn’t mean to be away from you so long Tash, I’m sorry.” Stroking her hair, you glance at the clock that reads three eleven.“ How about we get to bed yeah?”

She nods against you,“ can we get ice cream first?”

With a chuckle you agree to it.

A couple hours later, after ice cream and a much needed sleep, you regroup in the empty hangar of the compound. 

You clutch a cup of coffee in your hands, standing behind Natasha and away from the equipment. The sun pours light through the floor to ceiling windows, agitating your groggy state, as the coffee has not taken full effect yet.

Your forehead rests on your wife’s shoulder as she taps away on the tablet in her hands, simultaneously speaking with Scott and Bruce about the plan. 

Eventually they’re ready, running a check of all operations. For some reason you feel like they’re missing something but your brain isn’t functioning at full speed just yet.

Who’s idea was it to do this at seven in the morning?

“Okay, here we go.” Bruce speaks up, causing you to stand up straight and sip your coffee.“ Time travel test number one. Scott, fire up the uhhh, the van thing.” 

Taking a quick second to gather yourself, you roll your shoulders, and move to stand beside Natasha just before Steve comes back in, letting you all know that he’s set the breakers and back up generators.

“Good. 'Cause if we blow the grid, I don't wanna lose Tiny here in the 1950's.”

A laugh falls from you before you can stop it but you instantly shut up as Natasha levels you with a look. Then she, Steve, and Scott look at Bruce concerned.

“Excuse me?” Scott ceases to adjust his suit.

Natasha shakes her head,“ he's kidding. You can't say things like that!” She tries to give a reassuring smile to Scott.

“Jus- it was a bad joke.” Bruce fumbles, obviously having meant it.

“You were kidding, right?” Natasha asks after Scott turns away.

“I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is.” The green man whispers before looking to Clint,“ we're good! Get your helmet on, Scott. I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Makes sense?”

Safe to say Scott is confused by that, but a little bit of encouragement from Steve has him ready to go. 

With wide eyes, you watch the failure of a time travel test. Scott went in, only to come back as a child, an old man, and then a baby. Natasha and Steve look on in shock, before panicking and telling Bruce to bring adult Scott back.

“Y/N when I say so, kill the power.”

Nodding, you head over to the lever. Bruce presses some buttons then shouts now. You flip it and normal Scott reappears.

“Time travel!” Bruce exclaims, arms wide.

Everyone looks at him.

Shaking your head, you start to walk away,“ I need more coffee.”

Natasha starts to follow after you as Steve leaves to get air. 

Once the two of you are in the kitchen and you’ve refilled your coffee, you turn to Natasha.

Her emerald eyes look incredibly tired and she’s slouching. You’d thought this new found plan would ease her stress but she seems to be fairing exactly as she had in the past weeks.

You set your cup down, walking closer to her, and sliding your hands over her hips.

“I feel stupid for asking but, how are you?”

She leans into you,“ I don’t want to think what’ll happen if this doesn’t work.”

You nod, pressing a kiss to the top of her head,“ then don’t. There’s no reason to give up hope just yet.”

It’s quiet for mere seconds, and then-

“Well aren’t you two the perfect picture of love.”

Tony’s voice never ceases to make you roll your eyes. If you didn’t already like him you’re sure you’d have punched his cheeky ass a long time ago.

“Of course we are.” You look over at him,“ what’re you doing here?’

“Just sticking around so I can take all the credit when we save the universe.” He smirks.

Natasha perks up at that, suspecting that the genius has figured it out. His seemingly permanent knowing and cocky smirk tells you that he did.

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rooftop ❁ scott mccall

warnings / cursing, mentions of a divorce word count / 3,974 pairings / scott & reader (somewhat)

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner)

request / "hi love! can i request a scott mccall imagine where the reader's mom is divorcing their dad and scott helps them through it?? ty!! i love your work!!"

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⠀ ⠀ Y/N HUGGED the oversized sweater thrown over her torso closer to her freezing body, shivering against the feeling of the chilly atmosphere of the empty hallway of the boy's wing of the campus. She stood—engulfed in the waves of fuzzy blackness that built up and crashed around her—outside of Scott McCall's apartment, waiting for him to let her inside. It was dark at this time of the night—most of the other students having fallen asleep—and all the lights in the building had seemingly gone out, but she could hear someone moving around on the other side, shuffling their feet as they made a rushed attempt to open the door for her. She listened to the soft clicks as they unlocked the multiple locks on the other side of the door, pulling it open when all was said and done.

"Y/N?" Scott's roommate—and also one of her oldest friends, Stiles Stilinski—stood before her with his robust facial features pinched up in a confused and groggy manner, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes stretching out like a spider's web. His wavy brown hair was a disheveled mop on top of his head, some tufts matted against his creased forehead while others were sticking straight up like they wanted to touch the ceiling, and the hairs of his thick eyebrows were brushed slightly out of place. He was squinting as he looked at her, despite being turned away from the lighting of the dorm, and there were faint, red indents pressed into his cheeks; those were telltale signs of a good slumber.

She felt an immediate pang of guilt, her fists clenching at her sides as she mentally scolded herself, when she figured he must have been asleep before she arrived. "I'm so, so sorry, Stiles, I had no idea you were sleeping. I just— something happened and I really need to—" She began to ramble in a voice barely above a whisper, sorry for ruining his attempt at getting a bit of shuteye on the night before midterms but also trying to explain her reasoning for showing up at two in the morning.

Stiles shook his head quickly, cutting her off as he stepped out of the doorway and to the side, leaning his lanky body against the wood when the path had been made clear for her. "No, no, don't be sorry, Y/N," he told her, rubbing his eyes and flashing her a polite smile. "Scott's in his room. I'm pretty sure he's still up and he'd be more than happy to see you," he explained, knowing that she always liked to confide in the alpha wolf when something bad was thrown her way. "He always is."

The corners of Y/N's lips were drawn up into a gentle smile at his words, a surge of comforting warmth spreading through her body as a side effect. "Thanks, Stiles," she said gratefully, before bidding him a goodnight with a gentle kiss on the cheek and letting him get back to his sleeping.

By the time that Stiles had nudged the door closed with the heel of his foot and wandered back to the couch, where he reassumed his position beneath a raggedy old quilt, Y/N was making her way down the hallway of his and Scott's dorm, trailing the soft pads of her fingers over the protrusions in the paint of the wall. She shuffled her feet along the carpet as she walked, gnawing on her bottom lip like a nervous child. Her heart was beating rapidly in the confinement of her chest, thudding faster with each step she took towards Scott's room and clonking against her sternum. She could feel her veins pulsing as blood rushed through her body and her ribs rattling as she moved, excitement and fear simultaneously barreling into her system.

She stopped when she finally stepped in front of his room, peeking inside so she could make her presence known. She was about to knock on the sleek wood of his doorframe, but the hand she was lifting caught in midair and her mouth fell open a bit when she caught sight of Scott. He looked exactly the same as he always did, possessing that same golden glow that radiated off of him on a daily basis, and that was precisely her problem. Scott McCall was insanely, absolutely, undeniably attractive and even Y/N, who was usually immune to the affect of the good looks and handsome smiles that were thrown her way, had fallen under his spell.

In the moment, he was seated on the mattress of his full-sized bed and he would've been naked if it wasn't for the pair of flannel pajama pants that adorned his legs. He was hunched over a math textbook with a calculator practically glued to his palm. The upper half of his godlike body was bare, granting Y/N an amazing opportunity to drool over the perfectly tanned mounds of muscle that he'd built up on his torso over the past couple of years. His hair was a tad messy, though still not nearly as tousled as Stiles' had been, and an unruly lock or two of his deep brown curls hung in his eyes, barely even shifting as he punched numbers into the device in his grasp with his dense hands. There was a pencil perched between his pearly white teeth as he did, driving her absolutely insane as she watched him from her position in the hallway.

Staring at him in all of his glory almost made her forget the reason she'd arrived in the first place. Almost.

Y/N was about to say something, anything—possibly even a hello—to grab his attention, but upon opening her mouth, a garbled, frog-like croak left her lips instead. She brought a hand to cover the lower half of her face the split second after the noise had been emitted, her cheeks flushing red in absolute humiliation. She watched, with fear rustling the hairs on her skin, as Scott looked up from what he was doing, his long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked at her with his beautiful doe eyes. His face seemed to soften when he saw her and it didn't look like he cared much about the sound, only the fact that she was standing in his hallway at two in the morning. To her surprise, his delicate, fleshy lips were tugged upwards into a sympathetic smile, and he immediately dropped the calculator in his hand, setting his pencil down as well.

Scott maneuvered himself off of his mattress, almost eager to get nearer to her, and he took fairly large steps to get to her. "Hey, Y/N/N," he greeted her breathlessly, opening his arms up the moment he was at hugging distance and pulling her small frame into his embrace, knowing that it was something she needed. Even if she wouldn't admit it. As his arms secured themselves around her, Scott could smell her emotions more prominently. The fragrances of affection, sadness, and anger—which hadn't gone undetected before—rolled off of her figure in waves.

Y/N had no time to refuse his hug—otherwise she might have—but she was glad that she didn't as Scott squeezed her against his naked chest, smothering her with his body heat and the smell of fresh pine. Her toes—covered by a pair of cat-patterned socks—curled at the feeling of her giant, werewolf blanket nuzzling his face into her shoulder and her arms rose up from her sides, gently looping around his abdomen in an attempt to return his gesture. "Hey, Scott," she whispered softly, her breath blowing against his neck as she nestled her head in the crook of his neck, splaying her fingers out on the surface of his back.

There was something about it, being wrapped up so tightly in his arms, that triggered the sensation of relief somewhere inside of her body, helping to extinguish the embers the hurt that flared inside of her chest. A few moments passed by and neither of them made a move to pull away. Scott only began to brush the tips of his fingers up and down the length of her spine in a soothing manner, leaving a trail of electric tingles in their wake. "So," he started after a couple of moments of standing in silence. "Did you just stop by to say hey or did something happen?" He spoke up, the tone of his voice extremely docile as he asked a question that he already knew the answer to.

Y/N could feel Scott shudder beneath her frigid touch as she dragged her hands from the center of his back to rest on his chest, flashing him an apologetic smile after she did. She lifted her head, taking a step away from him just so she was able to lock her gaze effectively with his own, and she pushed a sigh through the gap between her lips.

It was only a couple hours ago that she'd gotten the text from her mother, explaining the problems she'd been having with Y/N's father very loosely and throwing in her plan of action. She'd tied the message up by telling Y/N to call her when she was ready, when she'd processed it all, but, in all honesty, she hadn't even let herself think about it. It was only the moment she'd set foot in Scott's room that her thoughts had started to run wild. "Well, um, a little bit of both, actually," she answered, deciding to take another step back and free herself from his arms completely. "My mom told me something this morning that really sucked, but I love hanging out with you so I thought..." she trailed off, suddenly lost in the way his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes stared at her so intently. "I thought we could sit on the roof and disappear for a while," she suggested, her hands positioned at the bottom of her sweater as she rolled the hem between her fingers, almost nervous as to what he was going to say.

Scott nodded his head in response. They always went to the roof in times like this; it was their own little getaway. "Yeah, of course," he told her, before making his way to his closet. "I'm just gonna grab a jacket and a blanket first," he explained as he pulled the white sliding door open, revealing a line of dark clothing and a pile of fluffy throws on the shelf resting above them. Y/N watched the muscles in his back flex as he reached upwards for one of the blankets, his hands pulling on a bright red one with snowflakes dotting the fabric. He turned around with a grin on his face and he hurled it in her direction. Because of the weird shape, it fell to the floor between them, but she moved to pick it up anyways. She gathered the soft material in her arms and wrapped it around her shoulders, preparing herself for the cold to come, and Scott slid a navy blue hoodie over his head. "You ready?" He asked her with a smile on his lips, tucking his bulky hands into the pocket of his hoodie.

She could feel her lips as they curved into a gentle smile and something warm sparked in her heart, blossoming from her chest and traveling to her fingers and toes, as she looked at him. "Lead the way, McCall," she mused, trailing a few feet behind him as she watched him slide open his bedroom window with ease and step out onto the fire escape. Y/N mimicked his actions and she slotted her legs through his window, shimmying her way out into the open. Scott placed his hands on her hips when she was halfway through, awakening the butterflies in her stomach, and he helped her slide out. "Thank you," she said as her feet hit the metal floor, gently shaking the ground as she did.

Scott nodded and maneuvered his body to the opposite side of the ladder, climbing up to the top rung by rung. She watched him from outside of his room as he did, listening to the squeaking of the bolts as the metal of the ladder scraped against them and watching him urge her to come up with a gesture of his hand before he vanished to somewhere over the edge. She decided to move after she couldn't see him anymore, trailing her fingertips over the cool edge of the railing of the fire escape as she circled around the ladder. She tied the two uppermost corners of the blanket together around her shoulders, before confirming that the knot in her makeshift cape was sturdy enough to keep it from falling as she climbed towards the sky. When everything checked out, Y/N placed her hands on one of the rungs, clambering upwards just as Scott had until she reached the top.

Y/N grabbed onto the edge of the stone roof, hoisting herself over the small ledge. She dusted her hands off on the cotton of her leggings and untied the knot in the throw blanket that had seemed to tighten around her. After she had, she looked around for Scott, who she found sitting on the far side of the roof. He was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge, leaning back on his hands as he looked out over the city, watching as some of the lights began to flicker out due to the hour.

"I'm sorry, Scott," she whispered as she took a seat beside him, folding her legs so that she sat criss-cross applesauce. She took one of the corners of the blanket and handed it to him, feeling the pull of the fabric and the heat of his body spreading to hers as he wrapped it around his own shoulders.

"For what?" He asked her, turning his head to the side to look at her as she tilted hers towards the stars.

Y/N exhaled deeply at his question, shrugging as her Y/E/C eyes fluttered over the myriad of milky specks sprinkled over the inky canvas. "For this," she explained, tearing her eyes away from the world above and focused them on the alpha beside her. "I'm sure you would've rather stayed inside, studying for exams and not freezing your ass off. I know I always do this, too, and it's not just tonight where I mess up your plans."

He shook his head at her, moving his right hand so that it rested over her left one, and he slotted his fingers through her own. "You didn't mess anything up, Y/N/N," he reassured her. "I've been studying all day, anyways, so it's nice to have a little break. And with the cold, I'm a werewolf, remember? Hardly bothers me," he added, frowning down at her when he noticed the tears brimming in the waterline of her eyes.

Y/N slid her hand out from beneath his, pulling it back towards her body and resting it in her lap. "I'm sorry, it just feels like I screw everything up," she admitted as a couple tears broke free and made a run for it down the length of her cheeks.

Scott was quick to catch them, though, smearing them away with the pad of his thumb and locking his gaze with her own. His eyes searched hers as she blinked and another round of tears slid forth. "You don't screw everything up," he whispered. "You can screw up sometimes, but everyone does. It's alright, okay? It's human. Don't cry," he continued, bringing his calloused hand to her cheek so he could brush his thumb over her soft skin.

She turned away from him almost immediately as his fingers grazed her skin and she let the blanket fall from around her shoulders, lifting her hands to her face so she could swipe at her cheeks. The cold rushed to her body the instant her blanket fell, taking advantage at how vulnerable she'd become—in more ways than just physically. "I'm sorry, Scott, I—"

"Stop apologizing, Y/N. There's nothing you need to be sorry for."

"Sorry," she whispered, before she winced, mentally scolding herself for being so stupid. "I'm sor— shit— I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, I'm such an idiot!" She shouted in frustration, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes for a moment as another wave of tears presented itself. She unfolded her legs and brought them to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees and laying her forehead on top of them.

She could hear Scott sigh as he watched her break down next to him and he pulled his legs up onto the rooftop, so it was easier to turn his body towards her own. "You're not an idiot," he told her quietly, yanking the blanket from his back and throwing it on the ground, because the only reason he'd even been using it was to get closer to her. "You're just... frustrated," he concluded, placing the palm of his hand on her sweater-clad back and hoping Y/N wouldn't shrug him off again as he tried to offer her some comfort. Scott could feel her shaking beneath his touch as she started to cry harder, resulting in him rubbing gentle streaks up and down the length of her spine. "You've got all this crap bottled up and you've gotta let it out. That's why you came here, isn't it? To talk?" He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper, out of a preposterous fear that he might scare her into complete silence.

At his words, Y/N sniffled and looked to her left, her right ear resting on top of her knees so she could stare at Scott sideways. Her eyes scoured the surface of his face, seeking the same tranquility that his voice offered her, before she finally nodded her head and straightened her posture. She swept her hands over her cheeks, removing her tears and their residue, as her stomach swirled at that stupidly adorable smile he flashed her.

"So," Scott paused, slowly retracting his hand from her back. "Talk to me, Y/N. I promise I'll listen," he swore.

She shook her head at that, a small smile gracing her lips as another tear fell. She knew he would listen to her. He always did, without ever promising and without her ever asking, but sometimes, it was hard to tell him. "You're going to think I'm a baby for getting upset over this," she mumbled, a bitter laugh leaving her mouth. "But, my parents are getting a divorce," she confessed, clearing her throat the second after she did.

Scott's eyebrows lifted as she spoke. "Oh my God, Y/N," he muttered, his heart sinking a little in his chest as she watched her shrug her shoulders and pick at the skin around her thumbnails. "Why the hell would I think you were a baby for being upset about something like this?" He asked, shock and the underlying tone of anger laced in his voice.

Y/N shrugged again, swallowing thickly as she brought her eyes up from her thumbs to the city below them. "I don't know, I just thought that you go through so much, you really do. Think about it, you struggled with a psycho alpha biting you in the middle of the night, you found a way to save your best friend after he was possessed by an evil fox spirit, you dealt with some crazy banshee who made a bounty list that got a shitload of hunters to try and kill you, you fought a group of creepy, dead horsemen who literally wiped Stiles from existence for a solid three months, and do I even have to bring up Gerard and Monroe? My parents' divorce is nothing compared to that and, yet, here I am with tears in my eyes and I probably reek of sadness," she admitted, sniffling as she took a brief glance in his direction. "It feels like its all my fault, you know?" She asked him.

Scott shuffled closer to her side, shifting his body so he faced the city once again, and he draped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her into the side of his body in an attempt at a hug. "I know how it goes. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but it feels the fucking worst," he said and Y/N nestled into his side, hooking her arms around him in return and laying her head on his shoulder. "When I was a kid, I went through the same thing, which should be no surprise to you. It was like there was one night where we were all happy, we were a family, and then, the next night came and everything was different. My dad came home drunk and angry and I don't remember much, but I remember he and my mom were fighting about something. Didn't take long for my mom to file a divorce and I remember asking myself what I did wrong. I remember sitting in my room, when she told me it was time for bed, and laying there for hours, mulling over every bit of every moment I could think of and telling myself I should've worked harder to be a better kid and maybe they'd still be together. It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized it wasn't me or anything I did, that the only reason they split up was because my dad knocked me down the stairs in his intoxicated state. The point is, Y/N, that my parents' divorce wasn't my fault and I promise you, with everything I have, that your parents' isn't your fault, either."

She pursed her lips for a moment or two, letting herself breathe. "Maybe, if I'd stayed home, this wouldn't be happening. I could've gone to a community college instead of flying so many hundreds of miles away and they might still be together, Scott," she whispered.

"Okay, forgive me for saying this, but shut up, would you? It wouldn't have mattered if you didn't jump on a plane and move as far as you have. It wouldn't have mattered if you'd stayed in Beacon. If your parents are getting a divorce, then, they weren't happy, Y/N, and they haven't been for a long time. You are not a factor in this situation," he reassured her. "You have nothing to do with it, believe me. The only thing they'll be worrying about at this point is who gets to spend the most time with you on the holidays or if you decide to pick sides. Your parents are separating because of their own reasons and, no matter what, they'll always love you as much as they always have, if not more."

Y/N's fingers curled into tight fists around the fabric of Scott's hoodie as he spoke and when he finished, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, swallowing the knot that has formed in the back of her throat. "But how can you be so sure?" She asked, her voice falling into a whisper. "How do you know that I didn't break them apart somehow?"

Scott sighed and moved an inch or two away from her to create a bit of space between them, allowing his eyes to comfortably meet hers as one of his hands brushed tufts of her soft hair from her tear-stained cheeks. "Because, Y/N," he answered, a grin forming on his face at what he was about to say. "You're impossible not to love."

[just-jordie-things]

The Child and the Coyote - Malia Tate (part five)

word count: 1908 summary: a tate family reunion warnings: so much gay angst

[part one]  [part two]  [part three]  [part four]

Malia sat in the backseat of Stiles’ jeep, sandwiched between you and Lydia, while Stiles drove her to her father’s and Scott sat passenger seat.  She was wearing your cardigan and a pair of lacrosse shorts that he’d had in his school bag.  It was mostly quiet, everyone having a strange awkwardness to them.  But not you and Malia.

At some point during the ride she’d shivered, and reached out to grab your hand.  She hasn’t let go yet, and you’d frozen up completely, hoping that she wouldn’t let go of you.  And she didn’t.  Not the whole ride to her house.

When you’d got there, she let out a small gasp, and you could see the emotions coming over her as her eyes landed on her childhood home, the one that she hadn’t been to in eight years.  You squeezed her hand, following closely next to her as you got out of the car.  You gave her a kind smile.

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” She asked worriedly.  “He probably thought I was dead I-I was gone for so long” She glanced from you to the front door, just a few feet away.

“He’ll be so happy to see you Bl- Malia” You caught yourself, and squeezed her shoulders.  “Beyond happy, you’re his little girl, he’s probably missed you so so much” You almost teared up just thinking about it.

“You’re sure?” You gave her a smile and a nod, giving her another quick squeeze.

“One hundred thousand percent” You said before releasing her, letting her walk up the steps of the porch.

“Wait will.. Will you come with me?” She asked you nervously.  “I’m kinda… kinda scared” She said, and you instantly nodded, meeting her up at the front door, giving  a glance back to the jeep where your friends were still sitting in outside the house.

“You’ve got this” You reassured her quietly, and Malia poked her finger on the doorbell, holding it for a few second too long before releasing.  Heavy footsteps made their way to the door and it whipped open almost aggressively.

“Look Sheriff I have a hunting license you can’t-” The man who’d opened the door froze, seeing the two girls on his step.  He stared at the one dressed in mismatched clothing, recognizing her like it was instinct.

“Mr Tate, this is Malia” You introduced, watching as the grown man in front of you broke down into tears, before reaching out for her.

“Malia?” His voice was wobbly, like he almost didn’t believe it.  She nodded, her own tears streaming down her cheeks and a large smile on her lips.

“It’s me-It’s me” She stammered as he pulled her into his arms, cradling her head close to him and just holding her as close as he could.  They cried as they embraced, and you swore it was the most heartwarming thing you’d ever seen in your life.  And it suddenly made you miss your father, even though you’d seen him last night before he’d gone to bed.

“Thank you” Mr Tate said, and you didn’t know he was talking to you until his eyes opened and met yours.

“M-me?”

“Thank you, you brought my family back, thank you” He reached a hand out, squeezing your arm and your lips upturned in a watery smile.

“I’m happy to have helped” You said, your voice cracking.  Malia turned, pulling you into their hug, your face buried into her neck as the three of you stayed together for just a few moments longer.  When you finally let go, you jerked your thumb over your shoulder towards the jeep.  “I gotta go home now, but would it be okay-”

“Come over for dinner sometime, anytime” Mr Tate spoke before you could ask to see them again.  You smiled and nodded, sticking your hands in your pocket nervously and the chilliness catching up with you again.

“I’d love to” You replied.  “And anything you need help with you uh… know where to reach me” You said to Malia, who nodded eagerly.

“I’d like that” She told you, and your cheeks turned a little pink.

“Well I’ll see you later then” You said, nodding and waving before heading back towards the jeep.

Even as you got in, you watched out the open window intently, hanging your arms out it and resting your head on top of them as you watched Malia go inside with her father.

They would be okay.

Later that night you were sitting on the couch, trying to read but your mind kept on drifting off towards Malia.  It was strange, what was once a seven year routine of sneaking out to feed her and cuddle her and just talk to her regularly, was no longer a part of your life.  You didn’t even know what to do with your life, what to be excited about.

Sure, you were relieved and thrilled that she was human again, that she had her father again, and that he had her.  But you were at a loss of what to do to stay entertained.  The story in front of you that you used to bury yourself into just didn’t seem to keep your attention.

So when your phone rang you fumbled for it quickly and swiped it open to answer before even checking to see who called, you were just glad to have something to do.

“Hello?”

“Hey y/n” It was Lydia, chipper and smiling you could tell by the sound of her voice.

“Hey Lyds, everything alright?” You asked.  It had become second nature to ask this question, ever since Scott got bit that night in sophomore year.

“Oh everything’s great, I just had some ideas for you” She said, and you set your feet up on the coffee table, listening intently.  Had she known you were bored out of your mind?

“Ideas?” You questioned.

“Yeah, like how to act on this crush you’ve got on Malia” You choked on air, babbling out an excuse.

“I-I what? No she-she’s I just- I pretty much just met her I-I mean really she-”

“Cut the crap” Lydia said in a bubbly tone that just didn’t match right with her words.  She began to giggle.  “You’re totally into her! I could tell y/n! I just know these things”

“Yeah, the same way with how I know you’re into Stiles and you just won’t act on-”

“Hey, we aren’t talking about me here” She said, making you playfully roll your eyes.  “Anyways, you wanna hear my thoughts or not?”

“Quite frankly, I feel like if your thoughts aren’t filled with the screams of the dead, then they’re about shoes or Stiles, and neither of those things interest me the way they interest-”

“y/nnn” Lydia drawled your name in a whine.  “Come on, let me play cupid! Alli won’t let me hook her up with Isaac so I desperately need this y/n” You laughed, truly believing that she would combust if you declined her.

“Alright alright, go ahead.  Lay it on me” You said, relaxing into the sofa.

“Yes!” You heard her clapping, and hoped your were on speakerphone and that she didn’t drop her cell.  “Okay, first, she was young when she shifted right? So she’ll need clothes, so I see a shopping trip in our near future” She started.

“You weren’t looking out for me! You just wanted to go to the mall!” You accused through a laugh.

“Eh, it’s a win win really” Lydia replied with her own laugh.  “Also, she’s gonna need a hell of a lot of tutoring to catch her up to junior year” She continued.

“That’s great and nice, but I’m barely caught up to junior year, and I haven’t missed eight years worth of schooling”

“Yeah yeah I’d tutor you so that you could then tutor her.  Good plan, yeah?”

“No actually it sounds like a lot of work-”

“And then maybe you could ask her to the Valentine’s Day dance” Lydia cut in, making your eyes widen as you held the phone closer to your cheek.

“I can’t- oh god Lydia I’d never be able to- no I wouldn’t be able to speak right” You stuttered out.  Lydia just laughed again.

“We’ll have to see how the year goes, you know, I think she’ll be a part of the pack” She told you, and your heartbeat picked up.

“You think? Really?” You asked, wondering if she only said it to make you feel all good and bubbly.

“Yeah I’m serious, I mean, Scott’s not gonna let her just be an omega he won’t let her be on her own again, and neither will you” She said like it was simple.  “Why not anyways? You’re her closest person, like, ever, so I don’t see why she’d not be one of us” A big smile lit up your face with excitement.  “You’re gettin’ all happy aren’t you?” Lydia asked, and from her tone, she clearly already knew you were thrilled beyond explanation.

“Yeahmaybesorta shut up!” You covered your face with a hand even though she couldn’t see you, you covered the massive blush on your cheeks.  Lydia was laughing still when you heard the door open.  “Hey, my Dad’s home, so I’m gonna go” You told her.

“Alrighty, I’ll see you later y/n”

“Bye Lyds” You said before hanging up the phone.  Then you made your way over to the door to greet your dad.

“Hey princess how was your Saturday?” He asked, taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat the same way he did every day when he came home from work.  You flung your arms around him and hugged him tight.  He looked at you in shock, but hugged you back nonetheless.  “You alright?”

“Yeah, just, a lot happened today” You told him.  He looked at you more worriedly now.

“What happened?” He asked you, the both of you moving to sit on the couch.

“Helped out my friends today with some police work” You said, and our father gave you a look.

“Is Stilinski meddling around in his dad’s work again?” He asked, and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“No, but get this.  We found a girl who had been missing for eight years Dad, isn’t that crazy?” You asked, and he nodded, looking very impressed.

“Wow, maybe the station should be hiring you guys” He said with a laugh.

“It was insane” You replied.  “We took her home to her dad, and just seeing them reunite…” You trailed off.  “Made me miss mom.  In a weird way I suppose” He smiled sadly at you.

“She’d be proud of you y/n.  I’m proud of you” He said, making you smile.

“Thanks Dad’

You were sitting in your bed later that night, texting with Lydia a little bit and trying to read the same book from earlier.  But again your thoughts drifted back to Malia.  Questions and thoughts coming up just out of nowhere.  Even as you laid down and tried to fall asleep, you just stared at the ceiling and pondered anything and everything.  When it was earlier in the night you’d share these thoughts with Lydia, but it was so late that it was early and you knew she needed every minute of sleep she could get.

So you kept them all to yourself.

Wondering just what the hell you were going to do with this Malia Tate.

and now, the gay intensifies.

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