‘Meet me at the lookout point over Beacon Hills at 10PM - Derek’
You picked up the note, reading it over again, slowly tracing your fingers over the words. It was the only thing left behind from Derek after he pulled his vanishing act.
Although you had spent the entire day together, you still weren’t sure how he was able to disappear to quickly. Perhaps it was his werewolf skills. Despite being in a relationship with him for so long, the things he did still surprised you.
The Blue Ridge Parkway is managed by the US National Park System. It runs down the spine of the Appalachian Mountains, from Shenandoah National Park in Virginia to Great Smoky Mountains National Park in North Carolina. Driving the full road is a full day up and down hills, with great views of valleys to both sides. This time lapse catches star trails and the night sky over the highest part of the road.
Series Summary: This series is based on the song Wild by Troye Sivan. You and Stiles have been best friends since elementary school. So, when you two are stuck as the only members of the pack who haven’t had sex when the Darach is targeting virgins, you’re stuck making a decision that could change your friendship forever.
Warning: Smut in previous chapters and reference to smut
A/N: I love writing this series, so if you love reading it you should request another chapter. Thank you for all of you that requested Part 3 and thank you for patiently waiting for it. I love you guys lots! Thanks for being so supportive. Don’t forget to send in requests while they’re open! -rose
Standing out of the sunroof of Stiles jeep was your favorite Monday night activity. Stiles always took you for long drives on days where you both felt like your mind was going to explode from all the supernatural activity of Beacon Hills. It was the activity that made you feel extraordinary in a town where, as a human, it was easy to feel ordinary. Stiles flew down the back roads at 73 mph, occasionally tapping the breaks to give you a scare of falling. Your hands were grasping at the air that ran through your fingers, your hair tangled in a million different directions, occasionally having a strand catch in your mouth. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you screamed into nothingness. In Beacon Hills, it wasn’t easy to have a private conversation. You and Stiles learned that the hard way after becoming friends with benefits in a town full of supernaturals.
But on Monday nights, you got to escape. Often times, these drives would result in catching up on your weekly dose of pack drama, ranting about the suspicious Theo, the occasional jeep sex, and you falling a teensy bit more in love with your best friend.
Request: Imagine coming back to Beacon Hills after
Allison’s death. After a few days Scott notices you’re different, like a
darkness around you. One night he follows you to the lookout point and
confronts you about your behavior and you confess that’s it’s still Allison’s
death and it still hurts real bad especially being back and seeing everyone except
her. You tried to move on out somehow can’t. He promises everything is going to
be okay and that the pack will help her move on but never forget her.
been so long since I’ve been at Beacon Hills. Ever since that accident i
couldn’t stay here anymore. How am I suppose to live in a place where i used to see my best friend every day. But now i can’t because she’s gone.
week ago was when I arrived back in Beacon Hills. Everything around here seems
different, it’s more darker and weird. It feels weird because there’s no
one in the pack knows that i’m here again. I decided to surprise all of them.
Scott, Stiles, Derek, Lydia etc. i finished unpacking and put everything in
their place, it kinda feels good to be home but there’s still this hole in my
heart that needs be filled. I grab my coat from the hanger and made my way to
voice said. You blinked hard and turned to Theo. You were currently in the
library getting some work done as he had insisted. “You’re not focusing. What’s
on your mind?” He questioned as he closed the book.
You let out
a sigh, slumping in your seat. “I guess I’m just tired.” You answered.
babe.” He rolled his eyes. You cracked a smile as you felt little butterflies
in your chest. You’d grown accustomed to Theo’s flirtatious ways in the past
few weeks which included pet names, close proximities and constant teasing.
Stiles, Theo was smooth. His entire aura radiated confidence and
effortlessness. At first, all he did was flirt with you until one night you decided
to actually talk to him properly and that’s when the barriers broke. He told
you about his sister and ever since then, you felt closer to him. It was a
great and refreshing feeling and you knew that it could, just maybe, be the beginning of something between the two of you.
You only hoped this time; Theo would feel the same about you.
almost three weeks since you last saw Stiles and during the course of the
weeks, not once did you hear from him. You thought about calling him the few
Fridays that had passed as it was your day to study with each other but you
always decided against it. You would occasionally see him in the hallways and
reach halfway to talk to him but either Lydia or the bell would stop you from
As you were
about to reply to Theo, your phone buzzed on the table. You picked it up and
saw a text from Stiles. You eyebrows instantly knitted in confusion and
Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to
have a study night. Since we haven’t had it in a while.
stayed stationary above the keyboard of your phone as you didn’t know what to
reply to him. Would it be weird? Of
course it would be weird, (Y/N). What if he just babbles about Lydia again? I
can’t handle that. You shook your head and placed your phone back on the
table. You would text him a little later.
Theo let’s finish this up. I’m looking forward to a free weekend.” You said,
shifting your chair closer to him hoping that it’ll help you gain focus.
“Let me tell
you something, (Y/N),” He started, his voice low and husky with his face
inching towards yours, “a pretty girl like you, I’ll be keeping busy.” You bit
your lip, refraining yourself from blushing too much. You kept your eyes locked
with his and you found yourself captured by the softness and the colour of his
eyes. His expression changed from flirtatious to a look of sincerity with a
small smile on his face and you found yourself taking a shaky breath. You felt
your heart skip a beat and that’s when you knew, you were in deep shit.
feelings for Theo.
Is that possible? Wasn’t I in love
with Stiles less than a month ago? Is it the hormones? Maybe it’s because
your subconscious to shut up.
like to go on a date with me?” As if you weren’t already overwhelmed with
emotions, the question brought in more. Should you? Why not? Stiles has Lydia
and you’ve been suffering for years. It’s (Y/N)’s turn to get a chance at love.
You smiled, “What took you so long?”
cracked on his lips as he looked down and then back at you, “My apologies. So
tonight at 7, wear something casual.” He got up, slinging his backpack over his
shoulder and walked out.
up your phone again and texted Stiles.
Sorry, I’m busy tonight.
going to kill me in the woods, Theo?”
“Did I tell
you how amazing you look tonight?”
and you felt the warmth of his hand engulf yours, intertwining your fingers.
“I’m kidding, (Y/N). Now, please, close your eyes.”
And so you
did for the next ten minutes. When the car came to a stop, you felt around
blindly for the handle and before you can step out, Theo assisted you. With
your eyes still shut, you held an arm out in case you bumped into anything and
one hand gripping Theo’s jacket.
know if it was your clumsiness or if you tripped on something but before you
knew it, you were heading straight for the ground. Your eyes snapped open and
before you made impact, strong arms wrapped around you. Your nose was touching
Theo’s and your heart was hammering wildly in your chest.
need to work on your walking.” He mumbled.
a smile and so did he. “I’ll just have to assign someone to catch me.”
got quiet as you stared into each other’s eyes. For a second, he looked down to
your lips and you took the opportunity to place your lips onto his. The kiss
was slow and full of depth.
pulled away and opened your eyes, you realized where you were. You looked to
the left and there you saw the lookout to Beacon Hills. The lights of the town
looked beautiful and you couldn’t believe you had forgotten how it looked.
been here in years.” You said, your breath taken away. As you walked closer you
noticed a picnic blanket with two paper bags and a few candles. You looked back
at Theo as he stood there with a smile and his hands in his pocket.
“I like your
style, Raeken.” You said to him. He shrugged and held out his hand for you to
take and he led you to sit.
hour or two had passed and everything was going great. For dinner, Theo had
gotten McDonald’s which you thought was the best and for dessert, you both
shared some chocolate covered strawberries.
currently comfortably lying next to him, looking up at the stars with his
warmth radiating onto you. It was the best feeling you had in a while. The
serenity was soon disrupted by your phone.
You sat up
and answered the call.
Where are you?” Stiles’ voice was frantic and it made your heart drop in worry.
“I’m on a
date at the lookout. Is everything alright?” You asked, concerned.
you’re on a date? With who? You need to get to Scott’s house right now.”
with Theo. What’s going on?” You glanced at Theo who had also sat up, his
expression matching yours.
Theo? Oh God… (Y/N), get the hell out
of there right now.”
scaring me, Stiles. What the hell is going on?” The urgency of his voice got
you more anxious and so you stood up.
Before Stiles could finish his sentence the call dropped. You teared the phone
away from your ears and looked at the screen and then to Theo.
“I… I don’t
know what’s going on. I think I need to go.” You told him.
need to calm down first. I’ll give you a ride to Scott’s house, okay?” He
grabbed your hand and his thumb stroked your knuckles soothingly.
You nodded and
began to walk to Theo’s car. Suddenly, as a thought came into your head, you
How did Theo know I had to get to
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Y/N looked at Dean in disbelief, she can’t believe that this
was happening again. Another fight, this one worse than all the others. She
couldn’t even tell you how it started, why it started or even who was at fault.
This had just escalated so quickly.
She knew they were both tired, both stressed, both at the
end of their tether but still, the rant he was going off on was just excessive.
She fought back tears, she hated crying. She hated this.
‘You know what?’ she said quietly, as she shuffled to the
edge of the chair and pushed her very pregnant, very sore body up to a standing
position. ‘I’m done.’
She felt a stab of pain as she stood up. She ignored it and
walked out as fast as she dared, her stomach was that round she could no longer
see her feet. Her back ached and her hips and pelvis felt like they were going
to shatter any moment.
She heard Dean call out as she waddled into the garage, but
she ignored him. She needed air, she needed time out and some serious sleep.
This kid had better sleep once it was here.
The baby hadn’t been planned, sure they had been fooling
around. Both knowing the risks. But they hadn’t even hit the one year mark in
their relationship when Y/N found herself vomiting a lot and craving things she
wouldn’t normally eat.
Dean had been great; he had taken it in his stride. While he
had his moments. He had exceeded all expectations. But she knew the stress of
the due date drawing near, the lack of sleep and worry in general was taking
its toll on both of them.
She ended up at the lookout, well the hill that she went to
whenever she needed time out. She slid out of the car and grabbed her stomach
as it grew uncomfortable. She groaned, knowing she had moved the wrong way. Now
she was going to spend the next few hours suffering because of it.
‘Maybe I got it wrong,’ she sighed, rubbing her stomach.
‘Maybe things between your Daddy and I aren’t going to work. The relationship
was a gamble at best. Joys in being the complete opposite, I guess.’
She felt another bout of discomfort and she shifted
wondering where the best place to sit was. She looked at the spot under the
willow tree where she usually sat. If she got down, there was no getting up.
She needed air so the car was out. She looked at the tail gate of the truck and
groaned, she’d probably snap that off its hinges.
The discomfort in her stomach grew, her face screwing up as
she once again grabbed her stomach. The ache radiated from her spine to the
front of her stomach. She noticed as she ran her hand over it, that her stomach
felt hard. She hadn’t noticed that before. She listened as her cell rang again
and she pulled it out the front, seeing Dean’s number she sighed and answered.
She listened to the onslaught of frustrated, annoyance as he
lectured for her leaving the bunker so close to the end. It was dangerous, she
was too close to delivering. Rolling her eyes, she hung up as she felt herself
getting worked up again. She doubled over in pain, dropping her cell.
She heard a distinctive pop, followed by a gush. It was the
oddest sensation she had ever felt. There was no control over the fluid that
was gushing out. She could feel it
leaving her body but that was it. She doubled over again crying out.
She realised then what was happening and went to call Dean,
only to discover that her waters had broken over her phone.
Swearing she called for Cas, and kept calling as she started
to panic. He arrived in front of her, frowning as he took in her appearance.
‘It appears your son is ready to join the world,’ Cas
‘Not congratulations. I need Dean,’ she cried.
Y/N broke down into a fit of hysterics as she realised she
was having this baby on a hill in the middle of nowhere, alone.
Cas disappeared and returned a few moments later with Dean
‘Cas, man what the hell?’ Dean growled.
Looking around he saw his girlfriend, doubled over grabbing
She looked up, tears in her eyes, panic written all over her
face. This then set Dean off, something was wrong. A million bad thoughts went
through his mind, from witch to demon.
‘Your son’s coming,’ Cas explained.
‘My son’s coming. No worries,’ Dean said relieved.
Sam looked from Y/N to Dean, ‘Give him a moment,’ he said
quietly, smirking at Y/N who was staring at Dean in disbelief.
The moment seemed to drag forever as Y/N doubled over again
‘Oh, crap! My son’s coming!’ Dean cried. ‘Y/N, you’re having
the baby,’ he grinned.
‘I…AAAAHHHH!’ she sobbed.
‘Dean, we need to get her to a hospital,’ Sam warned.
‘I do not believe there’s time,’ Cas explained, watching the
‘That’s fine we can just do it right here,’ Dean grinned.
‘No, no we can’t,’ Y/N cried.
Sam and Dean proceeded to get into an argument about where
to lay Y/N. On the ground or the back of the truck. Y/N looked up at the two
men, grabbing stomach again as another wave of pain hit.
‘Really? You’re going to fight now?’ she screamed.
Dean stopped and turned to her, looking Y/N in the eyes.
He’d never seen her so scared and so upset. He walked over to her and cupped
her face with both hands, leaning down he kissed her deeply.
‘You’ve got this, we’ve got this,’ he whispered, kissing her
In that moment, everything stopped. Y/N was so distracted by
Dean’s kiss that she forgot about the pain. She started to nod when another
Dean helped her to the back of truck and the boys helped her
into the back.
‘I need to push,’ she panicked.
‘That’s good,’ Sam told her. ‘Right?’ he asked Dean.
‘Not when you’re standing at the business end of my
girlfriend,’ Dean pointed out.
‘Good point,’ Sam mumbled, climbing into the back of the
He held Y/N’s hand as Dean helped her take off her
‘Ahh, Babe I think he’s coming,’ Dean offered, looking at
the head that was starting to crown. ‘I think you can push now.’
‘Oh God, he thinks?’ she whispered, sobbing.
‘It’s better than he has no idea?’ Sam offered, brushing the
hair from her forehead and taking her hand.
‘Push, Sweetheart,’ Dean encourage.
‘I can take her pain away,’ Cas offered.
‘Bit late now,’ Sam sighed.
‘No it’s not!’ Y/N screamed.
Y/N pushed, and cried out with the burning sensation that
tore through her.
Sam cried out as she squeezed his hand, complaining that it
hurt. Another contraction hit and Y/N pushed again.
‘Keep going,’ Dean encouraged, grinning from ear to ear as
his son’s head came into the world. He watched as the baby turned and Y/N
pushed out one of his shoulders and then the other. The rest of the baby slid
out and into his Father’s expectant hands. Dean looked down at his son, tears
in his eyes and laid him on Y/N’s chest.
Sam pulled the shoelaces from his running shoes and handed
them to Dean to tie the cord off.
Cas disappeared and returned with a blanket from the
nursery. Dean finished with the cord and cut it with the swiss army knife he
pulled from his pocket. He climbed in next to her and watched as she struggled
to hold him from the cramping in her stomach.
‘The placenta,’ Sam suggested.
He helped her deliver the placenta and climbed back into the
truck tray and kissed her.
‘You are amazing; you know that right? So amazing,’ he
cried, kissing her again.
He ran a hand over his newborn son and smiled. He had never
seen anything this perfect and never did he think he could love someone as much
as he loved his son and Y/N.
Sam took the baby as Dean helped her back into her underwear
so Cas could transport them to the hospital while Sam went back to the bunker,
and grabbed the impala.
Dean sat in the arm chair of the hospital, looking at his
sleeping son in his arms. He looked up as Sam came in with Castiel, moving
quietly not to wake the baby or Y/N.
‘Does he have a name yet?’ Sam asked, putting Y/N’s bags and
the baby bag down.
‘Daniel John Winchester.’
‘He’s pretty perfect,’ Sam smiled.
‘Yeah, he is. She did a good job,’ Dean beamed.
‘She did. You didn’t do too bad either,’ Sam chuckled
quietly, taking his nephew.
‘Maybe, but she did the hard part.’
Dean watched as Y/N stirred and walked over to her, kissing
her head. Life right now was pretty perfect.
Eren is a boy of many opinions, but Marco is a boy
with a huge crush. At 15, one almost always outweighs the other—feelings over
Marco doesn’t answer truthfully; just gives a shrug
and a half-smile as if to convey he was being fanciful.
But he’s oh-so-serious.
It all started when Sasha Braus asked Connie Springer via
handwritten note to meet her on Makeout Hill.
Officially named Lookout Hill, everyone knows what
that really means.
Connie had chickened out; then, he’d found Sasha
sulking on the steps of the girls’ bunk, and those steps had become Makeout Hill
Registered trademark: Jean Kirschstein.
“You were just messing with him, right?” someone else
asks Marco the next day, after the note
passing incident during canoeing lessons.
Marco does the half-smile, shrugs, lets whoever’s
asking assume the worst.
“No, seriously,” Armin Arlert says again, strapping on
his life vest firmly, “are you messing with Jean?”
“No,” Marco admits, strapping on his life vest at the
same time, his eyes immediately wandering over to Jean who’s on his own,
waiting for a canoe partner with his life vest clearly already on. “I like him.”
Armin’s clearly not expecting the blatant admission,
and he blinks.
There are a few beats of silence—the laughter of other
campers around them, waves of the lake lapping at the shore, the call of gulls
above them—and then Armin rolls his eyes.
“He’s there alone.”
“Is it okay if—”
“You know a canoe can fit three, Marco,” Armin
corrects, raising an eyebrow as he inspects the canoe they’ve been given. “But
he has to sit in the middle, because I already said I’d be the rudder.”
Jean doesn’t argue with anything when Marco walks
over, awkwardly staring at the ground as Jean answers an enthusiastic yes,
followed by hands shoved in his pockets and a comment about how stupid life
= = =
“The name of this hill is so fucking stupid.”
“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t—”
In the twilight of crickets of Makeout Hill, Jean
Kirschstein’s lips are far more skilled than Marco first expected.
He exhales hard, and Jean smiles a little; but it’s
not smug, so much as pleased, and almost shy.
Marco smiles a little in return before pressing a kiss
to Jean’s lips, and replies, “I’m okay being here with you.”
“Does that mean you want me in your canoe all the
“Shut up, Jean.”
A sigh, press of lips, and fumbling hands against
Shout out to @mademoiselle-arel for listening to me go on about my plans for this fic and her support too, which really helped push me to get this chapter done.
I feel like I went full out with the fluff in this chapter with Marcus/Abby/Clarke family time on the beach and just general kabby fluff on the beach. And these two really need to be more discrete with their affair. No regrets whatsoever.
Nine Years Earlier…
Abby tried to remember what life was like before Marcus entered into their
stood and floated chest deep in the ocean, watching Marcus and Clarke emerge
from the crowd of trees and onto the wooden-deck lookout high up on the
mountain, when she realised. She couldn’t imagine a family without Marcus. He
was the brother Jake never had, the cool Uncle Clarke had always dreamed about,
and the best friend that Abby never knew she needed.
Since when had Marcus become such an
important person in her life?
breathed out a small laugh when she saw Marcus scoop a bright faced and giggly
Clarke into his arms, lifting her high up so her tiny hands could reach the
edge of the wooden railings surrounding the observation deck. With his hands
wrapped securely around her body to support her, Clarke poked her head above
the railings and searched for her Mom. She waved down when she spotted her,
yelling something that Abby couldn’t quite hear. Abby smiled and waved back
from the ocean nonetheless, laughing once more when she saw the silly
tongue-tied puffy-cheeked faces Clarke and Marcus were pulling at her.
wished that she hadn’t left her camera – her waterproof gopro no bigger than the
palm of her hand - back on the beach. Abby wanted to snap a shot of Marcus and
Clarke up there, grinning and waving like a couple of goofballs, and make this
memory last forever.