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[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

summary: liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon, just self-indulgent lol

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"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

[marvelsgirl616]

💭: 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭/𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐦/𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta - Masterlist

Lia Dunbar is your average girl, but she is not. She doesn't like shopping or dating all the cute boys. No she likes Lacrosse and she likes to be the best. Lia is a freshman in high school but she was kicked out of her old school for ruining her teachers car. Oh that's another thing she has IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) which pretty much makes her a ticking time-bomb. What will happen to her when she is bite by the new Alpha Scott McCall. How will she handle her anger which is 10 times worse now?

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

Warning: smut, blood, death

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 coming soon

Chapter 9 coming soon

Chapter 10 coming soon

Chapter 11 coming soon

Chapter 12 coming soon

[seelaa26]

Fanfic de Teen Wolf 🙂‍↔️

[tawneybel]

Request: “It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?” 

Imagine it’s finally your turn to pick truth or dare from a possessed Lucas.

“Truth or dare?” asked the demon wearing Lucas’s face. 

“Dare,” you replied, without hesitation.

______ has no idea what’s in store for her.

Despite his host’s inclination towards Markie and Olivia, they weren’t really Calux’s type. They were both nubile, yes. Just outshone by the latecomer. The new player in this round of Truth or Dare and their silly love lives. Too bad Lucas hadn’t met you first. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with an unfaithful lover and his inability to leave her, or the lover’s best friend who covered up the infidelities. 

It was easy to overwrite the boy’s attraction, though. Humans were so sensitive. So easy to stimulate. Of course, Calux knew he was being hypocritical. He’d immediately wanted to lay you. What he wouldn’t give to be corporeal! Still, possession was a boon. 

“Let me have my way with you.” 

If he’d been an incubus, he would have already crept into your bedchamber and taken you dozens of times. In one night, till the break of dawn. Draining your vitality, keeping you bedridden and too weak to even consider tightening your walls, bracing against his cock. Maybe he’d be diphallic, if he was of the incubi ilk. One member sapping your lifeforce, the other replenishing it. Calux knew of such devils. 

But being able to overshadow someone, that brought him almost as much pleasure as he knew he would have desecrating you. Invading some unenlightened mortal’s mind and body, forcing them to do everything. Admit vicious truths. Perform obscene acts. Commit horrific sins. Particularly in public. Suppressing his hosts’ desires and installing his own. Pure ecstasy. There were certain rules Calux had to follow on this plane. Coming up with loopholes was great amusement. And forcing mortals to play truth or dare was the most fun he’d had in centuries. Seeping further into Lucas’s mind, Calux began to list other party games to pervert. 

Premarital was the norm in 201x, so he wasn’t too surprised when you unzipped your purse, dug around for a moment, then pulled out a box of condoms. Already opened. With you, Calux was only interested in physical penetration, not spiritual. Maybe later he’d make you admit how many guys you’d had and how you’d had them. At the rate players were losing, it’d just be ______ soon. Unless you four lured in some fresh victims. 

It’d be fun to see you get prodded by and impaled on strangers’ cocks, tongues, and fingers. Through the penetrators’ own eyes. 

Olivia’s right, you thought with a mental grimace, it does look like a messed up filter.  

“It” being Markie’s boyfriend’s face. 

If someone could capture a pic of this temporary disfigurement, anyone they’d show it to would probably scoff. Say it’s too silly to be scary. Maybe at a glance, you thought. Seeing a person’s face stretch to accommodate the diabolism masked behind it was brain searing. The painfully wide smile and shiny, buggy eyes. 

Well, Calux’s bulging eyes were distracting from Lucas’s bulging groin. The demon figured he could transmute the phallus ad hoc. For the moment, his vessel’s member would do.

Besides, he reverbated in Lucas’s skull, I’m not sure my hard-on could keep that sheath intact. 

You placed a hand on said boner. Lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to bother him. Lucas or Calux. It pulsed even though your palm was almost hovering. If a player didn’t finish a dare, she died. If you didn’t help him finish, you were probably going to be violated. Well, more so than if you submitted to Calux’s advances. 

Your infernal partner set “his” hand over yours, molding your grip. Puppeteering Lucas to buck into your fist. To tenderly moan your name, even though you knew glassy eyes were drinking in your submission. You eyed Lucas’s abdomen. Yours would be slapping against it soon.  

[sillydeeds]

one of the best friendships in teen wolf

[codychristiantreasures]

Truths, bets, and buddies.

Let’s pretend Theo was in the TW Movie.

You’re in the show + movie in this scenario

This was so rushed because I wanted to get it written down before I lost the idea

Warnings: mentions of kissing and making out, mentions of drinking

You had all just gotten to Tyler’s house after the Teen Wolf Movie watch party. He thought it would be fun to have a couple people over for some drinks and to hang out.

You were all squished together on the couches, talking, drinking and having a good time. You hadn’t even realized that over the past hour you have slowly been leaning into Cody’s side. He had his arm on the back of the couch behind you so it made for a very comfortable position. You looked up at Cody and apologized and tried to get up. He put his hand on your shoulder and said “Don’t worry. You’re good” with the sweetest smile. You smiled back and got comfortable again. This wasn’t abnormal for this group. You were all very comfortable with each other.

After a couple more rounds of drinks, Tyler puts a game onto the table in front of everyone. “You guys want to play a drinking game? It’s pretty much truth or dare without the dares and you have to drink if you have done what is on the card.” He says to everyone. “Sounds easy enough. Let’s play” Dylan O says.

“Drink if you have ever gone camping with another person playing” Dylan O reads. Everyone drinks, remembering the wild camping trip you all went on last summer. You smile to yourself, thinking about when you and Cody went on a walk together during that trip and he kissed you. Holland reads the next card “If you have more than half a drink left, drink up!” She scans everyone’s drinks and calls out everyone needing to drink. You were able to dodge that round.

“Drink if you have kissed another person playing” Cody reads out. Everyone drinks, including you and Cody. No one thinks anything of it because your characters had a brief romance in the show so you all carried on with the game. You pick up a card and read it to yourself first. “This is a good one.” You thought to yourself. “Everyone who is older than you, drink!” You said with a grin. “That is all of you! I’m safe.” You said again watching everyone take a sip. Sprayberry finished his drink and said he was going to get another. You then stood up and told him you would get everyone another round because it was the least you could do after pulling a lucky card. “I’ll help you carry them” Cody said while getting up. You walked into the kitchen, pulling out everyone’s drinks when you felt Cody’s hands on your hips. You turned around to see him smiling at you. “This outfit looks so good on you. I mean you look good in everything you wear but this looks reeeeally good. This is all coming out wrong. I didn’t mean for that to sound like you don’t look good-“ “Babe, it’s ok. Stop rambling and kiss me already.” Cody wastes no time and leans in. You didn’t think that much time had passed, so caught up in your makeout session with your boyfriend. “You two just won me $40” Sprayberry said, causing you two to stop suddenly. “So how long has this been a thing? I could get another $20 if it’s been since the camping trip last summer” “Well I guess you’re $60 richer” Cody says while laughing. “Wait, you guys were betting on us?” You asked Sprayberry. “Yeah? Sorry! We placed bets because some of the group didn’t think you guys were together and you know us, always a competitive group.” “What gave us away?” Cody asked. “Besides me walking in on you two just now? You two are always together, you’re more touchy feely than usual, the way you look at each other now. The list goes on.” He says with a laugh. Sprayberry leaves the kitchen with the drinks and you two hear him say “pay up! You all should have listened to me!” You and Cody bust out laughing and return to your friends.

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Posey- Insecurities

Being in the public eye has its positives and it’s negatives. Unfortunately some days the negatives seems to out way the positives. When I was asked to come back to film for the Teen Wolf movie I was more than excited to. I couldn’t wait to see my best friends, some who I’ve not seen for a while now and working with my boyfriend,Tyler, again I just couldn’t wait. But I know since we finished the final season I have put on weight which the media have picked up on. Tyler and I have been dating since season 4 of Teen Wolf and tonight is date night. We have both been busy today filming but knowing that it was only a day shoot for all of us we decided that today would be perfect. Weirdly Tyler has told me to get ready in my trailer.

So here I am trying on dress options I had brought with me. Trying to get ready for my date but I just can't find the right one. I'm looking at myself in my full length mirror. Sighing I sit on my couch and look at Instagram for ideas, maybe I can text Holland or Shelly to run to mine and Tyler’s hotel room and get me some more clothes. However instead I end up seeing different Instagram models. Stupidly I begin to compare myself to them. The extra skin on my stomach, my thighs, my arms. I sit there not realising that I'm crying until my trailer door opens

“Tyler wants to know if your nearly ready because…. oh my god YN what’s wrong?” In runs Holland, shutting the door behind her “Are you hurt? Feel sick? Has something happened between you and Tyler?”

“No” I shake my head

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Just in my head”

“About what?” Holland is now by my side pulling me into her

“Why does he love me?”

"What do you mean? YN Tyler loves the hell out of you, do you not realise how much he talks to the boys about you? God he doesn't shut up about you YN he loves you. What’s brought this on? You know he loves you”

“I know he loves me, but why. He could have anyone. A model for Christ sake, but he chose me” Holland then looks over at my phone and sees that I’m on Instagram

“You really need to get off social media if it’s hurting you so much. These bodies are fake, you are real and that what Tyler loves about you. So let’s get you dressed and redo your makeup because Tyler is waiting”

"I'm not in the mood to go out now. Can you tell Tyler I’m not feeling well”

“Not gonna happen because either way you have to see Tyler, you live together remember. And anyway he has something planned so come on we have got 30 minutes before the love of your life will knock on that door with a bunch of flower"

Just as Holland had said 30 minutes later, Tyler knocks on the door with a bunch of peonies, my favourite flowers.

Tyler takes us for a picnic on the lacrosse field, this is where we had our first on screen kiss together, but also where we had our first off screen kiss. Where we both fell in love

"Babe are you ok? You've been really quite"

"I don't want to ruin our date"

"Talk to me. We can have more dates but I can't help you if you don't talk to me and tell me what's wrong"

"It's just..." I sigh placing my head on his shoulder "I see these girls on Instagram and then there's me. I'm nothing special and I just don't understand how you could love me when I look like this. I know you love me, but you could have anyone, the media tell me enough that I’ve started to believe them”

"Hey, look at me” I lift up my head and look into Tyler’s eyes “you know what I see. A beautiful, caring, sexy woman who puts other people before herself. I love you YN YLN"

"Even though I'm not stick thin with huge boobs and perfect flowing hair"

"You are perfect to me. Everything about you, I'm not with those Instagram models for a reason. I will do anything to show you that it's you I want. I never what you to feel like I don't want you so that why I'm going to do this" I look at him confused then shocked as I watch him shift and keel on one knee and pull out a box "I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. I don't care that you don't look like those Instagram models, your beautiful and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So YN YLN will you marry me?" I begin to cry

"Yes. Yes of course I'll marry you" Tyler puts the ring on my finger and then there's loads of cheers, I look around to see all our friends running to us

"I told you he had something planned" Holland tackles me to the ground in a hug me

“Carful don’t break my fiancé”

“Ahhh your a fiancé!” Shelly squeals with Crystal. I get up and hug Tyler, gently placing a kiss on his lips

"I love you YN"

"I love you too Ty”

[its-an-obsession]

Sweet Nothings

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Summary: One thing about Scott McCall is that he loved little acts of service. If you needed help with something, Scott was there to help. Before dating Scott, the two of you had been best friends, cliche I know. It didn't matter if you and Scott had been together for almost a year, he continued to show his affection. It was always that little things that made the two of you as a couple.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Liam Dunbar -> Your Younger Brother

Warnings: none

Scott McCall x-reader

(5th Grade - Third Person View)

"Hey, look at this," a little Y/N Dunbar picked up a rock. It was shaped in almost a perfect triangle. Scott opened his hand. Y/N set the unique stone in his hand. He smiled, running a finger over the edges. "It's so cool," he grinned. Y/N responded with one as well, her hands in the pocket of her skirt.

I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July. Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

They were having a Fourth of July celebration at the lake. Y/N's father was setting up the fireworks on the dock for that evening. "How do you think this happened?" Scott sat on the hammock, holding up the rock. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and sat down beside him. They swung on the hammock.

Y/N moved her legs back and forth, trying to make the hammock go a little higher. She gripped onto the hem of the fabric. She watched her baby brother, Liam, play with Mrs. McCall. Liam played with some dirt while Melissa tried to prevent him from eating it. "Oh, does your brother eat dirt?" Scott pursed his lips.

"What? No," Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, he does," Scott shoved her shoulder. Y/N shook her head again and shoved his shoulder just like he did. Their little wrestling match was interrupted.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving

Y/N's mother called them over for dinner. "Race ya," Scott said. He jumped from the hammock and bolted to the table. Y/N followed after him. She joined him at the table, grinning when her mother handed her a plate of food. "Thanks, mama," Y/N said, taking a big sip of the Lemonade.

Scott reached across the table to grab the ketchup. Melissa slapped his hand, reminding him of his manners. She set the bottle beside his plate. Scott shrunk in his seat and let Mr. Dunbar put ketchup on his hotdog. "Thank you," Scott said. Y/N's father rubbed Scott's brown hair. Scott brought his arms up, pushing the man's hands away.

Y/N giggled at her best friend. She moved to the side before Scott could push her. "Do we need to remind the two of you to keep your hands to yourself?" Mrs. Dunbar said. "No, ma'am," the two kids responded. She smiled, handing her husband a bottle of beer.

________

(8th Grade - Third Person View)

Y/N kicked the soccer ball to Liam, then dodged when he kicked. She was always surprised at how good he was at soccer. "You wanna snack?" Y/N trapped the ball underneath her foot. Liam nodded and took off his flannel. Y/N smiled and walked into her house.

Scott was standing in the kitchen, helping Mrs. Dunbar bake some cookies. Scott was humming some song he heard on the radio, Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift to be exact. Scott's smile grew when he saw Y/N walk in. "I saved the spoon for you to have the cookie dough," Scott held the wooden spoon.

You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"My favorite part," she grabbed the spoon from him. Scott mixed the chocolate into a separate bowl as Y/N ate the dough. Mrs. Dunbar put a cookie sheet into the oven after Scott finished with the chocolate. Y/N grabbed some chips for herself and Liam.

"Why don't you two go play with Liam. I'll call you in when the cookies are done," Y/N's mother said. Y/N nodded and took Scott's hand. They ran outside to see Liam playing with the ball like it was a basketball. "That's not how you play, Liam," Scott opened the bag of chips.

Liam ran over. Y/N handed her brother a bag of chips. "What do you guys want to do after this?" Scott asked. "We could play hide and go seek," Y/N suggested, her voice muffled by the chips.

Both boys said that was a pretty good idea. After finishing their snacks, they played a quick game of soccer before switching to hide and go-seek. "Ten, eleven, twelve," Scott counted. He covered his eyes, standing behind a thick oak tree.

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(12th Grade - Y/N's Point of View)

It was the Fourth of July, but this time Scott and I were a couple. We stayed at the same lake house we went to every Fourth of July. The two of us were lying on the dock, looking up at the sky. "I'm thinking of a number between six and ten," Scott said. "Uh, five," I guessed. "Correct," he pointed at me.

He kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. "I wanted to read you something," Scott said. He sat up from his spot and brushed his hands on his shorts. He pulled out a sheet of crumpled notebook paper. Scott cleared his throat. "Violets are blue, roses are red," Scott read.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "What a mind" This happens all the time

I withheld my laugh, pressing my lips together. He looked up from the paper with raised brows. "What?" he said. "What a mind," I shook my head in amusement. "Are you making fun of me?" he dropped his hands. I shook my head again, not wanting to say anything. "You are so laughing at me," Scott said.

"I'm not laughing at you, Scott," I insisted. "You are," he smirked, leaning in. He held my face, bringing me in for a kiss. I smiled into the kiss as Scott set a hand on my waist to bring me closer. "Hey, guess what I still have?" he said. Scott reached into his pocket again.

My eyes grew when he pulled out the same triangle-shaped rock from when we were ten. He set it into my hand. "I can't believe you still have it," I said. The rock's surface was still smooth from when we first found it. I had no idea that he kept it all these years.

"Of course I still have it," Scott said, "I knew when you gave it to me that I loved you." My brows furrowed. "Scott, we were ten," I said. "I know. I love you like Stiles loves Star Wars," he shrugged.

'Cause they said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

I laughed, kissing him again. "Y/N/N, Scotty! Dinner!" Melissa shouted. Scott sighed against my lips, not wanting to get up. I leaned back with a smirk on my face. "Race ya," I jumped up from the dock, hearing the boards creak as I ran over them. I looked behind me to see him gaining up on me.

"What? You're cheating," I said, referencing his werewolf abilities. He beat me just by a second. My mom set up a plate for me and Scott, putting it on the picnic table. Scott and I sat side by side, as usual, facing the sunset. I took a long sip of my Lemonade and handed Scott the ketchup before he could reach across the table.

He shot me a wink and put ketchup on the hotdog. I handed him a napkin just as a drop of ketchup fell onto his plate. "You need a bib, Scott?" Liam said from the end of the table. Scott looked up and glared at my younger brother. Liam gave him a look back and went back to eating his dinner.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

After eating, Scott and I sat at the edge of the dock. My father and grandfather were setting up the final touches on the fireworks. A few seconds went by and a burst flew into the air. I felt the cold water hit my toes.

"You wanna go in?" Scott gestured to the water. I smirked in agreement. I took off my romper, leaving me in my favorite swimsuit. We watched the fireworks go off one by one from the water. Colors upon colors glided into the air, reds, golds, blues, greens, and purples.

Scott watched as my face lit up. He splashed me every so often. "Dude," I said, splashing him back. It fell quiet between us as we saw the fireworks go off. I could hear my family cheer at the different colors. Scott tapped me on the shoulder, making me look at him.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"Wha-" my sentence was cut short by the feeling of Scott's lips on mine. He set a hand on the back of my head. "I love you," he said, pushing hair away from my face. "I love you too," I smiled.

[little-big-fan]

Quando acordei, não pensei que meu dia começaria daquele jeito.

Eu e Tyler tínhamos gritado um com o outro cedo e ambos estávamos magoados com a briga, Tyler tinha saído pra correr e não tive notícias dele o resto da manhã, e com razão já que falei coisas que não me orgulho e ele também.

Estava perdida, revivendo a briga novamente quando ele entrou no quarto, sem anunciar sua chegada como sempre fazia.

O mesmo me olhou e foi em direção ao banheiro sem falar nada, preciso consertar as coisas antes que esse briga boba se torne uma grande briga.

Fiquei esperando o mesmo terminar o banho e pensando em como pedir desculpas pelo o que falei.

-Oi - disse ele triste quando saiu do banheiro, me tirando dos pensamentos

-Oi - disse nervosa - Tyler acho que precisamos conversar -

-Conversar ou você brigar mais uma vez comigo por causa do seu ciúmes? -

-Eu sei que falei coisas que te magoaram, mas eu estava com raiva - disse e vi o mesmo revirar os olhos

-Pelo amor de deus S/N, quantas vezes vou ter que falar pra você não se preocupar com nenhuma mulher? -

-Você tem que me entender - comecei a falar e vi o mesmo ficar sem entender - Eu sou insegura e você sabe disso, eu não sinto ciúmes para brigarmos -

-Mais S/N... - Começou a falar, mas o interrompi

-Eu sei o que você vai dizer - disse tentando segurar as lagrimas - Mas eu não consigo me ver bonita como você fala, eu tenho problemas com isso ainda - disse secando uma lagrima que caiu

-Amor - disse ele me abraçando - Eu vou ajudar você a se sentir maravilhosa - disse beijando minha cabeça - Você vai ver, daqui a alguns meses você vai se sentir a mulher mais maravilhosa desse mundo -

-Obrigada Amor - disse lhe dando um beijo - Eu te amo, e me desculpa -

-Esta tudo bem - falou me beijando - Eu também te amo -

taglist: @cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @alanaavelar / @nihstyles

[charming-or-tedious]

Theo seeing Scott talk, be like ^^

sorry. i zoned out while you were talking because i saw the tips of your fangs and got hit with a wave of fondness & lust so strong it almost made me nauseous. What were you saying

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 1 - New Girl, New Werewolf

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Prologue, Chapter 2

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Lia had been at Beacon Hills High for barely a week when lacrosse tryouts were announced. Despite her mother's concerns about her anger management, both Samuel and Mason encouraged her to try out. Lacrosse had always been her outlet, the one place where her intensity was an asset rather than a liability.

"You're going to crush it," Mason told her that morning, squeezing her shoulder. "Just don't actually crush anyone, okay?"

She rolled her eyes but appreciated his support. "I'll try my best."

Before classes started, Lia changed quickly and headed to the field early to warm up. Coach Finstock hadn't arrived yet, so she took advantage of the empty field to practice her goalie skills, asking Garrett to fire shots at her. One after another, she blocked them with precision that came from years of practice with her stepdad.

Across the field, two juniors made their way toward practice, deep in conversation.

"Now what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got like 117 million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them," Stiles was saying, gesturing wildly with his lacrosse stick.

"Well, Coach threatened to demote everyone if we skip another practice," Scott replied, adjusting his gloves. His attention suddenly shifted as movement on the field caught his eye.

Scott, the teen alpha, stopped in his tracks, watching as a player in goal deflected shot after shot with remarkable precision. Their movements were fluid, anticipating each shot before it even left the stick.

"It is now," Scott muttered, his competitive instinct kicking in.

Stiles squinted at the field, his expression morphing from confusion to concern. "Who the hell is that?"

The goalie caught one final shot and then reached up, pulling off their helmet to reveal a cascade of brown hair and a triumphant smile. It was a freshman girl, one Stiles had noticed in the hallways earlier that week, Lia.

Garrett jogged over to her, clearly impressed by what he'd just witnessed. He whistled appreciatively and stepped closer with a genuine smile.

"Nice, Lia! You might just be our first ever freshman captain. And the first female captain. Finally a good change around here."

Lia's face lit up as she fist-bumped Garrett, her blue eyes bright with determination. "Thanks. That's pretty much the plan."

Scott and Stiles stood side by side, gawking at the newcomer who had just effortlessly outperformed most of their veteran team members.

"Okay," Stiles said, shifting uncomfortably. "Maybe we should just practice a little bit."

Coach Finstock arrived shortly after, clipboard in hand and whistle dangling from his neck. He wasted no time organizing drills, and to everyone's surprise, he put Lia in goal for the first-string practice. She continued to impress, blocking shots from even the team's best players, including Scott.

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After practice wrapped up, Lia headed to the girls' locker room alone. As the only female player besides Kira Yukimura, who wasn't at practice that day, she had the space to herself. She changed quickly into her jeans and tank top, then pulled out her phone to text her stepdad.

Killed it at practice! Coach let me play goalie with first string. Think I've got a real shot at making the team!

She smiled as Samuel immediately responded with a string of enthusiastic emojis and That's my girl! Can't wait to hear all about it!

Pride swelled in her chest. Not only had she kept her anger in check throughout the competitive practice, but she'd genuinely impressed her teammates and coach. After the disaster at her previous school, Lia had worried she might not get another chance. But Coach Finstock had given her a fair shot at tryouts, and she'd proven herself worthy.

Lia was about to respond to Samuel's text when she heard the locker room door swing open. Two sets of footsteps echoed against the tile floor. Looking up, she was surprised to see Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski standing there, still in their practice gear, looking at her with intensity that made her instinctively tense.

"Uh, wrong room, boys," she said, raising an eyebrow at the intrusion.

Stiles stepped forward, ignoring her comment entirely. "Hey, Lia. You want to explain what that was out there?"

Confusion spread across Lia's face as she glanced between the two juniors. "What do you mean? And, can't you get into trouble with being here in the girls' locker room?"

"That little display," Stiles continued, dismissing her question with a wave of his hand. "Your little circus act."

"Circus act?" Lia's brow furrowed deeper. "Like the Britney Spears song?"

"I meant that you caught every shot," Stiles clarified, his tone growing frustrated.

Lia frowned, not understanding why this was an issue. "I was in goal."

"Yeah, but nothing, not a single shot got passed you."

Lia could see the suspicion in Stiles' eyes. She'd seen that look before at her old school—people who couldn't believe she was actually that good, who thought there had to be some trick to it.

"Yeah, I was the goalie," she repeated slowly, as if explaining to a child. "You guys played this game before?"

Stiles grunted in frustration, turning to his friend and gesturing for him to take over.

Scott stepped forward, his expression more measured than Stiles'. "You're a freshman, right?"

Lia nodded. "Yeah."

"But you weren't here last semester," Stiles cut in.

Lia shook her head, still confused. She shrugged and looked between them. "I transferred from Devenford Prep."

Scott tilted his head slightly, focusing on the subtle rhythm of her heartbeat. There it was—a tiny skip, a telltale sign she wasn't being entirely truthful. His brow furrowed.

"You transferred?" he asked, watching her carefully.

Lia nodded, her expression neutral. "Yeah."

Stiles and Scott exchanged a knowing look, communicating silently in that way longtime friends do. Scott turned back to her, his voice gentle but firm.

"No, you got kicked out, didn't you?"

Lia tensed visibly, her right hand curling into a tight fist. Her jaw clenched as she gave a small scoff, realizing they somehow knew more than they should.

"Alright, look. Kicked out, transferred--what do you guys care? You aren't even supposed to be in here." She gestured around the girls' locker room. "I came here to play lacrosse. This team could use a few good players, right?"

Stiles quickly shook his head, stepping forward. "No, no. We don't need any more good players."

Scott studied her for a moment, his supernatural senses detecting nothing unusual beyond normal human anxiety and frustration. The tension in his shoulders eased as he realized she wasn't a supernatural threat, just a talented athlete with a complicated past. He smiled at the freshman.

"Actually, we could sort of use a couple."

Lia's face brightened at Scott's words, her defensive posture relaxing slightly as she returned his smile.

Stiles shot Scott an incredulous glare before turning his attention back to Lia, determined not to let the conversation derail.

"Okay, how'd you get this good? Have you always been this good? Or did it suddenly happen just once overnight?"

Lia frowned, crossing her arms defensively. The question struck a nerve, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being interrogated rather than complimented for her skills. Meanwhile, Scott's eyes grew wide as he observed her reaction, sensing her discomfort.

"Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full--" Stiles began, leaning forward with intensity.

"Stiles," Scott cut him off sharply, giving his best friend a warning look.

The two boys stared at each other in tense silence, having one of their wordless conversations. Scott's expression clearly said "back off," while Stiles' responded with frustrated defiance.

Lia watched this exchange with growing confusion and irritation. Finally, she broke the silence.

"I learned from my stepdad, alright?" she said, her voice firm but slightly defensive. She turned to look directly at Scott, her expression softening slightly. "He made team captain when he was a sophomore. Like you. And I want to make team captain like the two of you... just, you know, more female."

Scott's serious expression melted into a genuine chuckle, a warm smile spreading across his face. Something about her honesty and ambition resonated with him.

Lia smiled softly at Scott's reaction before turning to Stiles. Her gentle expression transformed into a confident smirk.

"And yeah, I guess I'm just that good."

Without waiting for their response, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and strode past them toward the exit. Both boys watched her leave – Stiles with obvious annoyance etched across his face, while Scott maintained his soft smile.

"She wasn't lying that time," Scott said quietly after the door closed behind her.

Stiles threw up his hands in exasperation. "So what? Just because she's telling the truth about learning lacrosse from her stepdad doesn't mean there isn't something else going on. You saw her out there, Scott. No normal freshman is that good."

Scott shook his head, still staring at the door. "I don't know. Some people are just naturally talented."

"Yeah, supernaturally talented," Stiles muttered. "Remember when you suddenly got 'naturally talented' overnight? I'm telling you, we need to keep an eye on her."

"Fine," Scott conceded, "but let's be subtle about it. If she's just a regular girl who's good at lacrosse, I don't want to freak her out."

As they left the locker room, Scott couldn't help but think about Lia's determined expression when she talked about becoming captain. It reminded him of himself before everything changed – before the bite. Just a kid with asthma and a dream of making first line.

Lia spotted Mason waiting by her locker, his face lighting up when he saw her approaching.

Garrett and Violet appeared moments later, flanking Mason with matching grins. Violet playfully bumped Lia's shoulder.

"Look at the new star," Violet said, nodding toward a group of students who were whispering and pointing in Lia's direction.

Lia chuckled and linked her arm with Mason and Violet, pulling them close as they started walking down the hallway.

"How was it?" Mason asked eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement.

"God, it was fun," Lia replied, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Garrett fell into step beside them, smirking. "Not to mention McCall's face when she blocked all his shots."

Lia chuckled again, remembering the shocked expression on Scott's face each time she'd intercepted his attempts to score. She leaned over to Violet, whispering in amusement. "Is it bad I think McCall is cute?"

Violet smirked and whispered back. "Nope, I looked too. Don't tell Garrett."

Lia and Violet chuckled and walked to their class first, with Mason and Garrett following behind them.

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Throughout the day, Lia found herself distracted, her mind constantly drifting back to lacrosse and the upcoming tryouts. By the time the final bell rang, she practically sprinted to the locker rooms.

She was surprised when Coach Finstock appeared at the boys' locker room door, beckoning her to follow him inside. Several players were already changing, but Coach didn't seem to care about the protocol breach.

"Listen up!" Coach announced as Lia high-fived a few of the guys who nodded respectfully at her. A few of them high-fived Lia as she walked by.

Coach cleared his throat loudly, commanding everyone's attention.

"Let me remind you it is an open try out today," he announced with fake enthusiasm. "All positions available. This is a rebuilding season people."

Lia leaned against one of the lockers with Garrett, watching as the rest of the team filed in. Coach continued his speech, gesturing wildly with his clipboard.

"Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone, Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone, was held back... again." He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Get your asses on the field!"

As players scrambled to finish getting ready, Lia noticed Scott approaching Coach with a concerned expression. She put on her pads while straining to hear their conversation.

"Coach," Scott began hesitantly, "I'm still captain, right?"

Coach Finstock stared at Scott for a moment, his expression incredulous, before he repeated himself with exaggerated clarity.

"All positions are open."

Lia glanced over as Scott walked away, his shoulders slightly hunched, looking worried. A twinge of sympathy tugged at her chest—she knew what it meant to lose something important. But beneath that sympathy bubbled excitement. Captain. She actually had a shot at being captain.

Once everyone assembled on the field, Coach blew his whistle and ordered them to run laps. Lia took off, her legs pumping with practiced precision. She focused on her breathing, remembering all the training sessions with her stepdad. The burn in her muscles felt good, familiar. One by one, she passed the other players until she was leading the pack. As she crossed the finish line first, Coach's eyes widened.

"Amazing!" he shouted, genuinely impressed.

Lia tried not to smile too broadly as she jogged in place, keeping her muscles warm. Behind her, the rest of the team staggered across the finish line, many doubled over and gasping for air.

"Terrible! Horrifying! Pathetic! Unbelievably pathetic..." Coach's voice rose with each insult. He glanced around, clipboard in hand. "Is that everyone?"

Stiles stumbled past him, face flushed and dripping with sweat. He managed two more steps before collapsing dramatically onto the grass. Scott jogged over to help his friend up.

"She came in first," Stiles wheezed, pointing weakly at Lia.

Not wanting to appear idle, Lia dropped into perfect form push-ups, maintaining a steady rhythm as she felt Scott and Stiles watching her.

"She isn't human, I'm telling you," Stiles muttered, still trying to catch his breath. "What is she? Like a Were-Cheetah? Does it even exist, is that a thing?"

Scott shook his head, eyes still on Lia's perfect form. "I think she's just that good."

Stiles clutched his stomach suddenly. "I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere."

After everyone had recovered, Coach lined them up for shooting practice. Stiles was first, fumbling as he tried to scoop the ball into his net. The lacrosse ball bounced off the mesh and rolled away, prompting laughter from the team. Lia couldn't help but giggle at his frustrated expression. When he finally got the ball, his shot sailed wide, landing directly in the goalie's waiting stick.

More laughter erupted as Stiles trudged back, passing Lia on his way. She offered him a small, sympathetic smile, which he answered by puffing out his chest in a ridiculous show of bravado.

As Lia scooped up the ball effortlessly and prepared her stance, Stiles moved to the back. "Maybe she is only good at goalie and is totally useless everywhere else," he whispered from the back of the line to Scott, a hint of hope in his voice.

Scott just nodded silently, watching as Lia concentrated. She took a deep breath, pulled back her stick, and released the ball with perfect form. It sailed through the air and landed squarely in the net. The team erupted in cheers while Coach Finstock pumped his fist in the air.

"Yes!" Coach shouted enthusiastically.

Lia smiled, spinning her lacrosse stick between her hands with practiced ease.

"Or maybe she's just perfect at everything," Stiles glared, jealousy evident in his tone. "I hate this kid."

"You don't have to hate her," Scott replied quietly, defending the blue-eyed girl. "The team needs new players."

Stiles glanced at his friend incredulously. Across the field, Lia and Garrett exchanged a high-five, their faces bright with excitement.

"What about a new team Captain?" Stiles questioned pointedly.

Scott's eyes widened in shock as the implication hit him. Stiles was right – Lia could potentially take his position as team Captain. The thought hadn't occurred to him until now, and it settled uncomfortably in his stomach.

It was Scott's turn next. He stepped forward, trying to shake off his sudden anxiety. He scooped up the ball into his net and took aim. With a grunt of effort, he released his shot, but it went too far right, hitting the metal pole of the goal with a loud clang before bouncing away uselessly. The team burst into laughter while Stiles bit his lip nervously. Scott stood there, looking confused at his own poor performance.

"Nice, McCall," Garrett called out sarcastically, prompting more laughter.

"Hey, Garrett, shut up," Stiles snapped back defensively.

As practice continued, a pattern emerged. Lia continued to make perfect shots that sailed effortlessly into the goal, while Scott's attempts went everywhere but where they were supposed to go – too far left, too far right, or sailing over the crossbar. After each of Scott's misses, Lia would offer an encouraging "Better luck next time" with a genuinely nice smile, which only seemed to frustrate Scott more as he ignored her completely.

Finally, after another embarrassing miss, Scott stormed back to where Stiles was standing. He threw his gloves down angrily and ran a hand through his hair. Stiles raised his arms in a 'what are you doing?' gesture.

"Dude, what is going on with you?" Stiles asked, anger evident in his voice.

Scott looked down at his stick, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I don't know I'm having a really off day."

"Off day?" Stiles scoffed, gesturing wildly toward the field. "You were dying out there. I feel actual pain watching you."

Scott frowned, defensive. "I didn't see you making any shots."

"Yeah, that's because I am terrible, though, Scott," Stiles whispered, leaning closer. "You... You are the Alpha."

"Not on the field," Scott insisted, shaking his head firmly. "I'm human on the field."

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. "Well, human you is kind of sucking at the moment. So do you think there is any way you could use just a little tiny wolf power?"

Scott sighed, shaking his head. "It's cheating."

"I know it is," Stiles admitted, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "I just hate seeing this little freshman girl come in and steal all your glory after you worked your tushie off. I hate it."

"She's not gonna steal all the glory," Scott muttered.

Stiles scoffed as the team erupted in cheers. Lia had just scored another perfect goal, the ball sailing past the goalie with pinpoint accuracy. She pumped her fist in the air as Garrett and a few others rushed to congratulate her.

"Yes! Hot damn! Yeah!" Coach Finstock shouted, clearly impressed by the freshman's performance.

Scott watched, jaw clenched, as his teammates celebrated around Lia. His eyes flashed red momentarily, the wolf within him responding to the competitive threat. He quickly blinked it away before anyone could notice, but not before Stiles caught the crimson gleam.

Coach blew his whistle sharply, gathering everyone's attention. "McCall and Stilinski," he barked, pointing toward the goal. "Grab a long stick. You're covering the goal for two-on-ones. Let's go! Line it up!"

Scott and Stiles jogged to their positions, grabbing the defensive sticks. As they got into formation, Stiles leaned toward Scott, speaking in a hushed tone.

"We still don't know if she's a werewolf, too. And if she is, she'd just be cheating. And we'd just be cheating the cheater."

"But she's not," Scott replied firmly, watching Lia as she chatted animatedly with a group of guys nearby. Her laughter carried across the field. "I'd know. I'd be able to catch her scent or something."

"Maybe you need to get closer," Stiles suggested, eyebrows raised hopefully. His expression made it clear he was desperately wishing the girl was supernatural so he wouldn't feel so inadequate.

Lia got in line and put her helmet on, adjusting the straps with nervous fingers. The weight of everyone's expectations felt heavier than her gear. Her earlier confidence wavered as she watched Scott and Stiles position themselves defensively, their stances more determined than before.

Scott glanced at Stiles, a new resolve hardening his features. "I think I'm about to get my chance," he muttered, gripping his stick tighter.

Scott and Stiles exchanged a nod, crouching into ready positions. Garrett stepped forward first, scooping up the ball and charging toward them. He spun around, attempting to dodge past, but Scott was faster. His stick connected with Garrett's, sending the blonde boy tumbling to the ground. The ball rolled free as Garrett dropped his stick.

The small gathering of students on the bleachers erupted into applause. Coach Finstock jumped up, punching the air enthusiastically.

"That's my boy!" Coach shouted, pointing proudly at Scott and Stiles. "Those two are like sons to me!"

Scott and Stiles exchanged grins, their confidence visibly growing. As the next player prepared to take his turn, Lia noticed the boy's nervousness. She clapped him supportively on the back.

"You got this," she whispered encouragingly.

The boy charged forward, but Scott and Stiles were ready. They converged on him simultaneously, knocking him down with practiced coordination. More cheers rose from the crowd as Scott and Stiles celebrated, accidentally bumping heads in their excitement. Stiles winced, rubbing his forehead.

Another player tried his luck and met the same fate, sprawling onto the grass as Scott and Stiles dominated the drill.

"That's how you do it!" Coach bellowed, pacing along the sideline. "That's how it's done!"

Lia felt her stomach tighten with nerves as her turn approached. She watched Scott and Stiles perform another chest bump that sent Stiles falling backward from the force. Scott reached to help him, but Stiles bounced back up with surprising agility.

Taking a deep breath, Lia stepped up, swinging her stick rhythmically to calm herself. She'd analyze their patterns – they always attacked head-on, relying on their size and strength. Her smaller frame might be an advantage if she used it right.

Scott and Stiles exchanged uncertain glances as Lia positioned herself. Coach's whistle pierced the air, and Lia darted forward, cradling the ball. Instead of charging directly at them, she feinted left, then spun right with lightning speed. Both boys lunged, but she was already past them, swinging her stick around in a fluid motion to send the ball sailing into the goal.

"Yes," she breathed as cheers erupted from the bleachers.

"That was luck!" a voice called out from the crowd. Everyone on the field looked over to see Malia sitting with the small crowd on the bleachers. She stood up, clearly not understanding how it worked, her face earnest as she pointed at Lia.

Stiles' eyes widened in horror. "Oh no Malia, don't get involved," he whispered, but it was too late.

"Do-over!" Malia called out, her voice carrying across the field.

Lia's eyes grew wide with disbelief. She barely got past Scott and Stiles last time—it had taken everything she had. Coach wouldn't make her do it again, would he? She glanced nervously between Coach and the girl in the stands.

Coach Finstock turned toward Malia, an amused expression on his face. "Sweetheart, there are no do-overs. This is a practice." He was about to turn away and continue with the drill when Malia's voice rang out again.

"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles."

This made Coach pause, his interest visibly piqued as he spun back around. His eyebrows shot up, his interest immediately piqued. He pointed at Malia with newfound respect.

"I'll take that action." He spun around, blowing his whistle sharply. "Hey! Get back in there, Lia!"

Apparently he would, Lia thought dismally as she trudged back to the front of the line. Her moment of glory had been short-lived, and now she had to face Scott and Stiles again—who clearly weren't happy about being bested by a freshman.

Garrett stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You got this, Lia," he said quietly before backing away.

Lia nodded lightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as Scott and Stiles got into position. Something had changed in Scott's demeanor—his stance was more aggressive, his eyes more focused. He seemed angrier now, his jaw clenched tight beneath his helmet.

Coach blew the whistle, and they were off. Scott growled quietly as they started to run, the sound barely audible to anyone but himself. Lia moved with determination, managing to dodge past Stiles with a quick feint, but Scott was right there waiting. He hit her harder than he had any of the others, using more strength than necessary as he flipped her over his shoulder.

Lia landed hard on her back and feet. There was a loud snap, followed immediately by her cry of pain that echoed across the field. A collective "Ohh!" rose from the spectators as the whistle fell from Coach's mouth in shock.

Scott yanked his helmet off immediately, his face pale with horror as the realization of what he'd done crashed over him. Stiles followed suit, eyes wide with shock as they both stared at Lia writhing on the ground.

The wolf inside Scott recoiled at the sound, ashamed of hurting someone so badly. He'd let his competitiveness take over, used strength no human should possess. The regret was instant and overwhelming.

"Oh god," Stiles whispered beside him, frozen in place.

The rest of the team was already rushing toward Lia, their practice forgotten. Coach Finstock sprinted across the field faster than anyone had ever seen him move, waving his arms frantically.

"Don't move! Don't touch her!" Coach bellowed, his face flushed with panic. "Everyone back up!"

The team hesitated, forming a loose circle around Lia as Garrett pushed through. He knelt beside her, his usual cockiness replaced with genuine concern as he carefully helped remove her helmet.

"Easy," he murmured, supporting her head.

Lia's face contorted as she shifted her left leg, a hiss of pain escaping through clenched teeth. But just as quickly, her expression smoothed out, a forced smile replacing the grimace.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm good," she insisted, though her voice wavered slightly.

Scott heard the telltale skip in her heartbeat and felt sick. He'd done this. He'd hurt her because he couldn't control his wolf, because he'd been threatened by a freshman who was just trying to prove herself.

"She's lying," he whispered to Stiles, too quietly for anyone else to hear.

With cautious steps, Scott approached Lia. "Let us help you," he offered, guilt saturating every word.

Stiles moved forward too, and together they gently lifted Lia to her feet, positioning themselves on either side of her. She winced as her weight settled, leaning heavily against them.

"I think we better get her to the nurse," Stiles announced, glancing at Coach.

Coach nodded grimly, waving them off the field. "The rest of you, back to drills! Nothing to see here!"

As they helped Lia limp toward the school building, Scott could feel her trembling against him.

The school nurse took one look at Lia's swollen ankle and shook her head. "This is beyond what I can handle here. She needs an X-ray and possibly a cast." She turned to Scott and Stiles with a stern expression. "One of you needs to drive her to Beacon Hills Memorial. Now."

"I'll drive," Stiles offered immediately, jingling his keys. "My Jeep's right outside."

Scott nodded, avoiding Lia's eyes as they helped her back outside. The guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders as they carefully maneuvered her into the passenger seat of Stiles' battered Jeep. Scott climbed into the back, leaning forward between the seats as Stiles started the engine.

"Beacon Hills Hospital is just ten minutes away," Stiles said, pulling out of the school parking lot. "How bad is it? Scale of one to ten?"

Lia forced a smile, though her knuckles were white as she gripped the door handle. "One. Barely hurts."

Scott caught Stiles' eye in the rearview mirror and shook his head slightly. He could hear Lia's elevated heartbeat, smell the acrid scent of pain radiating from her.

"You don't have to downplay it," Scott said softly. "We know it hurts."

"I'm fine," Lia insisted stubbornly.

Scott remained quiet for the rest of the drive, lost in thoughts of regret. When they arrived, he and Stiles carefully helped Lia out of the Jeep. She tried to put weight on her injured leg and immediately buckled.

"Whoa, easy," Stiles said, letting her use him as a crutch. "Scott, go check us in."

Scott nodded and hurried ahead through the automatic doors, approaching the front desk. As he was explaining the situation to the receptionist, a familiar voice called his name.

"Scott?"

He turned to see his mother, Melissa McCall, clipboard in hand and confusion on her face.

"Uh, hi Mom," Scott said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Stiles entered with Lia, waving his free hand in greeting while supporting the grimacing freshman.

Melissa's nurse instincts immediately kicked in. She grabbed a wheelchair from nearby and wheeled it over. "What happened?"

"Lacrosse accident," Scott mumbled, unable to meet his mother's eyes.

"My fault," Lia added quickly. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

Melissa helped Lia into the wheelchair, her experienced hands gentle as she positioned the injured leg. "Don't worry, Lia. We'll take good care of you."

Melissa squeezed Lia's shoulder reassuringly. "Let's get you to X-ray," she said, her voice calm and professional despite the worried glance she cast at her son. She turned the wheelchair away from the boys and started down the corridor.

"I'll come find you after," Scott called after them, his voice tight with remorse.

Stiles turned to face Scott, absentmindedly playing with his keys. "I got to get going. I promised Malia I'd help her study."

Scott nodded, still feeling horribly guilty. "Sure."

Stiles noticed his expression. "Hey, I don't need to say that wasn't your fault, right?"

Scott shrugged lightly. "I don't know."

Stiles placed a hand on his shoulder. "Scott, if you had used any wolf power that kid wouldn't be limping, she'd be crawling, back to the other half of her body."

Scott continued to stare down the hallway. "If I hadn't been so worried about being Captain she wouldn't be hurt either."

"It's okay to want something for yourself once in a while. Team Captain, Alpha werewolf. You're still only human."

Scott turned and watched his best friend walk away. He knew Stiles was trying to help but that was the thing, Scott wasn't a human anymore. He was a werewolf. Lia, she wasn't a werewolf. She was human.

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Scott paced nervously in the hospital corridor, running his hand through his hair for what must have been the hundredth time. He couldn't shake the image of Lia's face contorted in pain. The guilt was eating him alive.

When his mother passed by with a chart, he stopped her. "Mom, how is she?"

Melissa gave him a knowing look. "Dr. Geyer is with her now."

"Dr. Geyer?" Scott's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Her stepfather," Melissa explained, her voice lowering. "He works here in the ER. He wasn't too happy when he heard what happened."

Scott's stomach dropped. "I need to apologize to her."

"I put her in room 108," Melissa said, squeezing his shoulder gently. "But maybe give them a minute."

Scott nodded and made his way down the hall. As he approached Room 108, he slowed his pace, hearing voices from inside. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but his werewolf hearing picked up the conversation automatically.

Inside the hospital room, Dr. Samuel Geyer gently examined Lia's swollen ankle, his professional demeanor softened by paternal concern. Lia was laying on the hospital bed, her lacrosse jersey replaced with a white t-shirt and she was wearing a blue pants, her face pale but composed.

When Lia winced at her father's touch, Scott flinched too, leaning his forehead against the wall beside the door.

"It's broken, isn't it?" Lia's voice was barely above a whisper, thick with sadness.

There was a moment of silence, then a soft sigh from Dr. Geyer. "It's definitely going to need an X-ray. The swelling is significant."

"It's all my fault," Lia said softly.

Scott's heart clenched. No, it was his fault. He'd let his competitive nature and wolf strength get the better of him. He should be the one in that room apologizing, not listening to her blame herself.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Dr. Geyer asked, his tone gentle yet concerned.

Scott held his breath, wondering how Lia would describe the incident. Would she blame him? She'd have every right to.

Lia stared down at her swollen ankle, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her shirt. "I was stupid," she admitted quietly.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, carefully adjusting the ice pack on her ankle.

"I went up against two juniors, one of them was the team captain. I thought if I could just prove that I was just as good as them... that I might not feel like I don't belong." She kept her eyes fixed on her injury, too embarrassed to meet her stepfather's gaze.

Sam smiled softly. "Remember what we always say, play smart not hard." He raised an eyebrow knowingly. "And I think it's the first time you were trying to impress a boy."

Scott's eyes widened slightly as he continued to listen from outside the door, caught off guard by Dr. Geyer's words.

Lia's cheeks flushed pink. "I wasn't trying to impress the team captain, I was just..." she sighed and looked at Sam sadly. "Are you mad at me?"

The sadness and fear in Lia's voice made Scott feel even worse. Sam shook his head.

"No. Of course not. Your Mom might be mad at me for getting you into Lacrosse, but maybe we can wait for the x-ray before we panic."

Lia looked at him in panic. "We can't tell her, Dad. She never liked me playing Lacrosse, she said it's not for girls. If she finds out about this, she will make me quit." She looked at her leg sadly. "On second thought if it's broken, I won't be able to play anyways will I?"

Sam smiled reassuringly. "Trust me I have more of a reason to panic than you. It's not over yet. Wait for the x-ray."

Lia nodded slightly and Sam kissed the top of her head before walking out of the room. Scott turned and lowered his head as Sam walked out of the room and past him. Scott let out a sigh and shook his head, disappointed with himself.

After Dr. Geyer disappeared down the hallway, Scott gathered his courage and knocked softly on the door frame. Lia looked up, surprise flickering across her face when she saw him standing there.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Can I come in?"

Lia nodded, quickly wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. "Sure."

Scott walked in slowly, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The guilt that had been gnawing at him since the field now threatened to overwhelm him completely. He stopped at the foot of her bed, unable to look directly at her injured ankle.

"I came to apologize," he said finally, forcing himself to meet her eyes. "What happened on the field was my fault. I was playing too aggressively."

Lia studied Scott's face for a moment, his guilt clearly written in the furrow of his brow and the slump of his shoulders. Instead of looking angry, she smiled a little, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Not a good impression back there huh?" she joked weakly.

Scott looked startled for a second before quickly shaking his head, relieved she wasn't furious with him.

"No. No, no, you definitely impressed me and everyone else on the field, that--that's for sure," he insisted earnestly. "I was the one who got overreacting."

Lia's expression softened. "Nice hits, by the way," she said quietly, a hint of admiration in her voice despite her injury.

Scott approached the bed, his voice dropping to match her gentle tone. "Thanks. Uh, look, I--"

"Don't worry about it, Scott," Lia interrupted, not wanting him to apologize again. "Thanks for being here. I'll be okay."

Scott nodded slightly, his gaze drifting down to her swollen ankle. Concern flickered across his face. "Is it still hurts?"

Lia shook her head firmly. "No. It doesn't."

Scott could hear the slight uptick in her heartbeat—she was lying again, not wanting him to worry. He hesitated for a second before gently placing his hand over hers. The contact was warm, reassuring.

"Hey, uh, that Doc that came out--" he began cautiously.

Lia glanced down at his hand on hers in surprise before quickly looking back up at his face.

"I couldn't help but listen in a bit," Scott continued. "Was that your--"

"That's my step father, yeah," she confirmed.

As she spoke, Scott focused on drawing her pain away. Black veins slowly crawled up his arm, absorbing the agony from her injured ankle. He took a deep breath, feeling the dull throb transfer into his own body, and nodded before gently releasing her hand.

He sat down in the chair beside her bed, trying to appear casual despite the lingering ache he'd taken from her. Lia looked down at her ankle with a confused frown, experimentally moving it a little.

"Huh," she murmured, clearly surprised by the sudden absence of pain.

"What is it?" Scott asked, feigning confusion while carefully monitoring her reaction.

Lia looked up at him and shook her head, a soft smile playing at her lips. "Nothing."

Scott couldn't help but smile softly back at her. Something about this girl stirred a protective instinct in him that felt different, stronger somehow. Not even with Allison had he felt such an immediate, powerful urge to shield someone from harm.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was Lydia. He looked at Lia.

"Hey, uh, I got to answer this, but then I will come back, want something to drink? Eat?" Scott asked, already standing from his chair.

Lia smiled softly and shook her head. "No, thank you."

Scott nodded and stood up. He glanced at the girl with a small smile as he answered the phone and walked out. Lia looked to the door even after Scott left and smiled lightly, touching the spot on her hand where his fingers had been. The pain in her ankle had mysteriously vanished at his touch, and she couldn't explain why.

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After a little while, Lia was waiting in her room alone when she heard some loud and scary noises coming from the hallway. She frowned and slowly got out of her bed, wincing slightly as she tested her weight on her injured ankle. The pain was returning, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before.

As she limped out of the room, she noticed the hallways were suspiciously empty. No nurses, no doctors, not even patients wandering around.

"Anyone hear that?" she called out, her voice echoing through the deserted corridor.

As she looked around, she saw a young man covered in blood walking towards her with a malicious expression. She gasped in shock and backed away, her heart hammering in her chest. His eyes were wild, inhuman, and his mouth... were those fangs?

The bloodied young man lunged at her, and Lia screamed, turning to run despite her injury. Pain shot through her ankle as she fled down the corridor, desperately looking for help or a place to hide. The stranger was faster, grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the stairwell.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his grip as he pulled her up the stairs.

"Shut up!" he hissed, his voice guttural and strange. "I'm hungry. So hungry."

Terror gripped Lia as they emerged onto the hospital roof. The night air was cold against her skin as the stranger dragged her toward the edge of the building.

Meanwhile, Scott heard screams echoing through the hospital after he rushed to help his mother after they encountered the Wendigo. He immediately raced toward the sound, following the scent of fear and blood. His face transformed as he ran, bones shifting beneath his skin, fangs elongating, and his eyes glowing a bright, dangerous red.

He burst through the door to the roof to find the blood-covered young man holding Lia dangerously close to the edge of the building.

"Get back!" the young man yelled at Scott, tightening his grip on Lia, who looked at Scott with wide, terrified eyes.

Scott's heart raced at the sight of her in danger. He took a cautious step forward, hands raised non-threatened way.

"Scott," Lia whispered, recognition flickering in her terrified eyes despite the monstrous transformation of his face.

Scott shifted his attention back to the blood-covered man holding Lia hostage. He could smell the wrongness emanating from him—not werewolf, something else entirely.

"You don't need to do this," Scott said, his voice a low growl as he took another cautious step forward. "Whatever it is, whatever you are, I can help you."

The young man's eyes flashed an unnatural white as he snarled, "No, you can't!"

Scott's eyes stayed on Lia for a moment, beyond scared that Sean would end up killing her. Her face was pale with terror, but there was something else there too—a stubborn determination that reminded Scott of himself.

"Let me help you," Scott tried again, his voice softer, more human despite his transformed state.

Sean's grip on Lia tightened, his fingers digging into her arms. "Wendigos don't need help," he hissed, his voice distorted by hunger and rage. "We need food."

In one swift motion, Sean turned Lia around, his jaws opening unnaturally wide to reveal rows of needle-like teeth. Lia screamed as he lunged toward her neck. Scott roared and leapt forward, but he was too late. The wendigo shoved Lia off the edge of the roof with brutal force.

Her scream pierced the night air as she disappeared over the edge. Scott's heart stopped—but the scream cut off abruptly. Racing to the edge, he saw Lia hanging by her fingertips, her knuckles white with strain as she clung desperately to the ledge.

Scott pushed the wendigo away with all his strength, sending him stumbling backward. He dropped to his stomach, reaching down to grab Lia's arm. But before he could pull her up, Sean was on him, yanking Scott's arms behind his back with inhuman strength.

Lia looked up at Scott, her blue eyes wide with terror. "Scott!" she cried, her voice breaking. "I can't hold on!"

Her fingers began to slip, one by one losing their grip on the cold concrete. Scott struggled against Sean's hold, desperation clawing at his chest. There was only one way to save her—one terrible, irreversible way.

With a deafening roar that echoed across the hospital grounds, Scott lunged forward. His fangs sank deep into Lia's arm, piercing skin and drawing blood. He bit down hard, ensuring the bite would take, and she screamed in pain.

A sudden wet, slicing sound cut through the air, followed by a choked gasp. Sean's grip on Scott's arms abruptly released. Scott turned to see the wendigo stumbling backward, a blade protruding from his chest. Sean collapsed, dead before he hit the roof.

With a final surge of strength, Scott let go of Lia's arm with his teeth and quickly grabbed her arms with his hands. He pulled her up over the ledge in one fluid motion, setting her safely on the roof. His attention immediately darted to Sean's lifeless body before shifting toward the door where he saw a figure standing motionless in the shadows.

The Mute.

The Mute raised his finger to where his mouth should have been in a universal gesture of silence, then turned and disappeared through the doorway without a sound.

Lia's gasping and groaning in pain brought Scott's attention back to her. She was holding her now bleeding, bitten arm, looking up at Scott in confusion and shock. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and disbelief as she stared at his transformed face.

Scott felt the shift receding, his features returning to normal as he met her gaze. He let out a shaky breath, the realization of what he'd done hitting him with full force.

He bit her.

She was now his Beta.

[seelaa26]

New Teen Wolf fanfic!! ♥️🖤

[bucksboobs]

Poseygste?

I was there Gandalf… 3,000 years ago.

Basically once upon a time there was a lil show called Teen Wolf on MTV and that show had a weirdly popular crack ship called Sterek (Mieczysław “Stiles”Stilinski/Derek Hale) it dominated the fandom at the time as the One True Pairing of the fandom kinda just based on vibes at first but the show did start throwing out teases near the end of season 2. In 2013, they were the runner-up pairing just behind Destiel in the AfterElton.com (now called The Backlot) Slash Madness Tournament, beating out several canon ships at the time.

Basically the fandom culture has gotten to the point where it was kind of assumed if you were a fan of Teen Wolf you were a fan of Sterek and if you weren’t well something was wrong with you (kind of like 911 and Buddie pre-s7). So, naturally, as MTV was pretty plugged into fandom culture at the time, they would often approve Sterek related questions for interviews. This got to the point were actors that had nothing to do with the ship were being asked about this ship that had next to no canon material outside mostly violent interactions (remember this is post season 2 pre season 3 timeframe) where for example Derek, a 20 something with supernatural powers, smashed Stiles, a 16 year old with no powers, head into a steering wheel. Anyway the main character of Teen Wolf, believe it or not, is neither of these two but in fact one Scott McCall played by Tyler Garcia Posey. So one can imagine Posey’s understandable frustration with being asked multiple times about a ship that was manufactured by fandom and almost completely irrelevant to the actual show.

Cut to the pre-promotion for season 3 and one of the first and only questions an interviewer asks Posey, the star of the show, is about Sterek. Not about the season ahead, not about Scott’s character arc this season, about a fanon ship his character is not even a part of. He answers “Sterek is this weird, bizarre twisted phenomenon and I think anyone who watches the show solely for that is not watching for the right reasons.” The fandom got really really mad because 1) he shat on the most popular ship of the fandom and 2) he did so with some words that some people interpreted as homophobic (personally I disagreed at the time and disagree to this day that he meant it homophobically— in fact he would later come out as bi/pan)

This catalyzed a divide in fandom as Stereks relentlessly attack Posey and his character in ways that weren’t always justified and other people, later dubbed The Scott McCall Defense Squad defended Posey’s words as being about Sterek as a phenomenon not as a ship, in which case he was right that Sterek was kind of weird in that it sprang up as the main ship when Scott and Stiles had a pretty codependent relationship, and Danny Mahealani was canonically gay and the show had twice teased the idea of Scott and Danny as a couple by this point (funnily enough both times by their lacrosse coach). The whole situation was looked back at as “Poseygate” and was a formative moment in shaping Teen Wolf fandom.

TL;DR: Poseygate was when Tyler Posey insulted Sterek, a popular ship in his show.

[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter Four

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

D Y L A N ‘ S P O V

It was hours later and I still hadn’t come out of my room until it was time to eat again or all the deliver pizza was gone. I headed to the kitchen and ran into Posey with Alex, the new blonde, hanging on his every word and muscle.

I was still pissed at him and purposely let my disgust show at their flirting in front of me. “Hey man. Sorry about earlier but you had to hear it.”

I slammed down my water down and turned to him, “Take your own advice. You don’t know her but it’s okay she’s over and you’re screwing? Whoa slow down, killer.” I turned to Alex, “You’re like the fifth girl this month. Makes you wonder if he cleans his sheets, huh?”

I took my keys off the counter and headed towards my car. I needed a break from my best friend. I just started driving with no destination until I texted her.

ME: Let’s meet up. I’ll come to you.

She was reluctant. She said she was busy but we both knew it was a lie. I had to settle for texts.

ME: Sorry about Tyler. Ignore him. You aren’t some rebound okay? As soon as I bumped into you I knew I wanted to know you.

HER: Six years is a long time. You must be heartbroken. You have to heal.

ME: I’m bummed but I’m not devastated. I’ve seen you more in two days than I’ve seen her in months, okay? We were trying to hard to make it work.

HER: What do you mean?

ME: All we were good at was having sex. We didn’t talk anymore. We didn’t wanna see each other. We weren’t being there for each other anymore.

HER: Still…

ME: Still nothing. So what we got wasted and fucked. We made it right - we hung out, talked. We didn’t bail and call it a regret.

Y O U R P O V

I didn’t text him back at all. I had class to focus on and avoiding Brody who was waiting across the street to make sure I wasn’t being held hostage by a stranger. I pretended not to see him in the meantime.

Making a violent work place for my Dad wasn’t an option so forgetting Dylan ever happened was my only option left.

I loved Brody and that hurt enough being rejected for something so lame. I can’t imagine Dylan’s heart being rejected after six years worth of memories. For the next two weeks I kept to myself, Alex, school, and Starbucks. Those were my GPS markers and I realized how lame I was but it kept the organ in my heart from breaking.

My dad was actually home one Tuesday night which was odd considering he had a lot of night shoots lately. I was heating up some soup when he sat down at the island inquiring about Dylan.

“So what’s going on with Dylan?”

I raised an eyebrow confused, “Well that was weeks ago. Thanks for asking.”

I sat down with my soup and a water across from him at the same kitchen island as him. “No, seriously. He’s been a raging teenager on set.”

“He’s young enough. He also plays a teenager. Method acting?”

“Him and Tyler are normally full of laughs, energy. Did you guys fight? Break up? Was it the sex part…? Not everyone will be Brody.”

“Dad! God! You can reserve this conversation with Dylan on set. I’m not talking about this with you.” I stood up completely overwhelmed and pushing my soup aside.

His eyes withered down to pure sympathy, “I don’t know a lot but I know Brody pressured you… if Dylan is pressuring you…”

I let my eyes fix on him while I spoke, “You can’t have issues with sex when you have no comparison. And we didn’t break up because we never dated. Look, I don’t know what his tantrum is about. I haven’t spoke to him in weeks.”

Abandoning my dinner entirely, I tossed my MacBook on my bed and closed my bedroom door behind me. The chirp immediately jolted my head towards the open computer showing Alex was trying to FaceTime me. Once I hit accept, I saw Tyler next to her once I was paying attention.

“Girl! Where have you been?!”

“School, Starbucks, home. Repeat. I see you’re chilling with Tyler still…” Maybe giving Alex a GPS marker was to just make myself feel better.

She must have been on her phone because he fell out of frame and was moving, “You probably don’t wanna hear this but it’s like going really well. He’s so sweet. Let’s be real… a total babe too. He’s been staying with me. He has to escape Dylan for while.”

“Why is everyone concerned with Dylan? And telling me?” I groaned between my words, sighing too heavily after.

“Girl. You happened. You left him without any word or explanation.”

I shrugged, “Talk to your new man. He’s the one who pulled Dylan from his room to tell him I was a bad idea. I just agreed.”

“Well he’s been acting crazy. Being a diva on set, giving Tyler attitude, booking up with random girls and drinking. It’s crazy! Completely downhill as far as Tyler has told me.”

“Well he can’t act like a child because one girl blew him off. He’ll survive. Girl, I gotta write a paper. I’ll text you tomorrow.” I closed my computer so fast I felt the fire ride up my neck into my cheeks. I was embarrassed and a little in love with being his downfall.

Brody pressured me to give him every ounce of me but not having me didn’t ruin him either.

The next morning I stopped at Starbucks for a venti iced coffee before class. I could feel my eyes burning and watering at the exposure of the LA sun from not sleeping. All I did was turn and turn, physically wrestling my decision to not even give Dylan w chance.

My only morning class was a lecture too as if I wasn’t already struggling. Sitting in the back I hid in plain sight when about 30 minuets after a packed class was losing focus the old, heavy, door sounded. I couldn’t see without glasses but I heard his voice and instantly slipped deeper in my seat.

Shit. Dylan.

He interrupted the teacher, “Hey, um sorry sir it’s an emergency. Life and death.” He raced up the stairs to me after scanning the room and I hoped my blending in skills finally worked.

I could hear the entire class was whispering, clamoring, trying to place his familiar face.

Am I literally the last person alive to not watch Teen Wolf? Really?

He kneeled down whispering, “Hey. Can you come with me? I pulled a lot of Teen Wolf strings to find your classroom.”

I closed my MacBook quietly before swallowing my pride, “Dylan. I’m in class.”

He grabbed my bag, “And? I just got you a hall pass.”

I didn’t move so he turned to the class, addressing them like he was about to make a speak. “Hey guys. I’m Dylan. I play Stiles on Teen Wolf on –“

I grabbed his arm urging him to stop. “Fine. You win,” as I got up leading him outside. Soon as we were safely in the hallway I asked him, “Mind telling me what this about?”

He shrugged, “I wanted to see you. My car is over there, blue Jeep, hop in.”

I sat in the bucket seats of his car, climbing inside the same car I parked next to the day I ran into him. “Heard you’re being awful to everyone.”

He played shocked well, mouth open and almost laughing because he knew it was true. He said, “Me? Nah. I’m always a peach.” He smiled big and started his electric blue colored Jeep. After driving 10 minuets in silence he said, “Okay. Caught me. I was a dick to everyone… I didn’t wanna stop knowing you okay? I don’t like being the guy who fucks for the sake of getting off.”

I was shocked he felt that way. He must of saw how shocked I was because he continue, “Okay, calm down. You don’t have to be so shocked. Your dad is our produce, he doesn’t tell you things?”

“Not about the cast and sex…”

Dylan pulled into a small local shop, “I refused to do a sex scene in Teen Wolf. They added it for ratings. Not for the character development.”

I was now even more shocked. His job is to act, really anything, and he refused because of personal morales. We both got out and I asked him, “If we weren’t wasted would you still have had sex with me?”

He opened the door to the shop for me, “Kissed you sure but not sex. Welcome to my favorite restaurant. We’re going on a real date so you can reject me like a normal person.”

I couldn’t help but smile some, he was smooth and he view on sex was genuine. Similar to mine instead making myself fit into someone’s box. We found a small table in the corner with a large window and he started ordering everything when half way through he turned to me, “Can I order for you? Do you want anything or just me…?”

I laughed knowing he was anyways. “So Alex and Tyler…?”

Dylan laughed, “This month. I mean no offense. Girls like the abs and the wolf status then get bored and leave. But yeah she’s been around. She was on set the other day too.”

“Two divas on set, wow. My dad was complaining and trying to blame me for your behavior. Somehow our not existent relationship is effecting you. He even asked if we had an argument.”

Pushing himself closer to me, “I may have lost it a minuet. He’s a hypocrite! She’s on set, new, they don’t know each other and fucking like bunnies. I actually like you and he tells me it’s a problem? Fuck off, bro. We have bad timing, isn’t that every romantic comedy?” I laughed seeing him fired up was funny as anything. “Least your dad thinks I’m boyfriend material.”

I laughed again the food arrived my mouth salivated at how perfect a meal this was. Our conversation felt endless. Everything from his sister’s journey on coming out, his parents, worrying about the future.

After we made it back to the car it was hours later. Both of us settling in the car he turned to me, his hand reaching out to touch my leg. “So I shouldn’t be asking you this but how’s adjusting to life post virgin?”

I nearly hugged myself feeling very vulnerable at the time, “It’s different… before I could focus but now I’m like distracted constantly. It’s like an itch you can’t scratch. Anything can distract me and I’m all of a sudden I’m… you know.”

He jumped in and finished my sentence, “Horny?” Putting his hand on my thigh and gently squeezing, “You gotta get it out of your system. Your body knows it’s new.”

I got excited just from his hand so much I quivered inside against the butterflies. “So I’m just suppose to sleep with anyone until I’m use to it and it’s not distracting anymore?”

I was being sarcastic but he turned to me even more, “No. Just with me. My place or yours? Let’s avoid our best friends judging us.”

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Season 1 Bloopers/Gag Reel



#1

“B unit or T unit?” I ask holding a film slate in my hand

“Just 2 mark” Jeff replies

“2 mark… it’s not going down” I laugh pushing the moving part down

#2

“I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone,I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt” Posey says as Scott. I cross my arms looking him up and down “And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened”

“You think you attract the diver… woah that’s not right” I laugh messing up my line

“Guys I attracted a diver!” Posey yell fist bumping the air

#3

Tyler and I are currently running through the woods when I trip over a branch

“Cut!”

“You ok?” Tyler asks trying to hold back a laugh while also helping me up

“Yeah I’m fine” I laugh

#4

Tyler, Dylan, Posey and I are doing a scene. Tyler is stood shirtless while I stand next to him, it’s kinda hard to not glance at his abs

“They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are” Dylan and Posey try to fist bump but completely miss making us laugh

���Oh I can show exactly how nice I can be” Ty laughs.

#5

In my scene I’m meant to run up the steps of the hale house towards Tyler who’s at the top of the stairs

“Ok action” Russel calls. I run up the stairs but slip due the high heals I’m wearing

“Damn it” I yell getting up steadily. We reset and I run up again but again I slip I catch myself on the hand rail braking it as I fall “I broke the set!” I shout pouting

“How?” Tyler laughs walking down the stairs to help me up “how do you fall and brake the handrail?”

We reset once again, finally I manage to do the scene without falling. Once cut I dramatically sigh in relief making everyone laugh.

#6

Tyler and I both have our arms handcuffed over our heads. Once again Tyler is shirtless

“Who can do the most pull-ups?” Colton shouts from behind the cameras

“Me obviously” I say “are the bars safe for us to?”

“Yes” Jeff sighs knowing where this is going

“Ok 3, 2, 1.. go” Tyler and I do as many pull ups as possible, obviously Tyler does more because look at his muscles! But hey I still did a fair few.