lydia and scott and allison are the muses

Heart - Part 2

Originally posted by e-wonderland-98

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I walked into first period with Scott and Stiles. Scott sat to the left of Stiles and I sat in front of Scott.

“As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining the semester.” There was a collective groan, and I tuned everything out and began to doodle on my syllabus, only glancing up to see the new girl passing by me and sitting behind Scott. I turned in time to see Scott handing the new girl a pen, even though she didn’t ask for one.

The new girl glanced between Scott and the pen with a questioning look on her face before whispering thanks and offering Scott a shy, grateful smile.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133.” The teacher began and I internally groaned and went back to doodling on my syllabus.


It was finally the end of the day and Scott and Stiles were crowded around me at my locker. I was talking to Stiles as Scott was off in la-la-land staring at the new girl.

“Can someone tell me how new girl is here for all of five minutes, and she’s already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?” A random girl asked as she stood next to Stiles.

“Because she’s hot. Beautiful people heard together.” Stiles retaliated.

I rolled my eyes as Stiles began to bicker with the girl about who knows what and Scott was still off in la-la-land.

I shut my locker and grabbed Stiles by the back of his collar and began to drag him away, “ I apologize for his ability to argue with anyone about anything.”

I grabbed Scott by the back of his collar and dragged them both to the door of the boy’s locker room.

“You two are going to be the death of me one day, you know that, right? Now get changed, get on that field, and make me proud!” I ordered before walking away and making my way to the lacrosse field to find a nice seat on the bleachers.

A few minutes after I sat down, I saw Lydia and the new girl sit down on the bench in front of me. The poor new girl looked like she didn’t want to be here at all, that is until Scott walked onto the field.

“Who is that?” She asked as Coach shoved a goalie stick into Scott’s arms.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia questioned.

“He’s in my English class.” The new girl responded.

“Hi! I’m in your English class too, and I also happen to be that idiot’s best friend. My name is Liv and his is Scott. What’s your name?” I asked as I smiled and held out my hand for her to shake.

“Allison.” She said as she returned my smile and shook my hand.

I looked up just as Scott got hit in the face with a ball. I groaned and put my head in my hands and peeked between my fingers as someone else flung the ball at him. But to my surprise, he caught it, with reflexes he never had before.

I just stared at him in disbelief, like everyone else did. Ball after ball, Scott kept catching them, even the amazing shot from Jackson.

“Yeah! That’s my best friend!” I shouted at the same time as Stiles.

“He seems like he’s pretty good.” Allison said.

“Oh, very good.” Lydia mused, but I wasn’t paying attention, Scott made me proud!


Stiles, Scott and I were walking through the woods trying to find Scott’s inhaler, talking about his amazing catch earlier.

“I don’t - I don’t know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that’s not the only weird thing. I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.” Scott explained.

“Smell things? Like what?” Stiles asked.

“Like the mint-mojito gum in your pocket, or Liv that new perfume in your bag.”

“I don’t even have any mint-mojito-” Stiles began, but stopped when he fished a piece of gum out from his pocket. I stopped where I was and dug around my bag for my perfume.

“This one?” I asked as I held it out towards Scott.

“Yeah, that one.” He nodded.

“Since when do you shop at Victoria’s Secret?” Stiles asked appalled.

“Since I like their stuff.” I snapped back.

“But isn’t that, like, a sex shop?” He retaliated.

“No. It’s a place to buy cute bras and underwear. It’s also a good place to buy sports wear and good smelling things. But anyway, so this all started with a bite?” I changed the subject.

“What if it’s like an infection, like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott rambled.

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

“Are you serious?” Scott asked as he began to freak out.

“Yeah, yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.” Stiles said, trying to hide a smile, and it took everything that I had not to bust out laughing.

“What’s that? Is that bad?” Scott asked and I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I burst out laughing.

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Stiles continued while snickering.

“Once a month?” Scott asked, confused.

“On the night of the full moon.” I laughed and looked at Stiles, and we howled together before busting out laughing. When our laughter died down we saw that Scott was giving us a look.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” Stiles reasoned.

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott complained.

“I know, you’re a werewolf. Rrr” I growled and Scott gave us another look.

“Okay, obviously, we’re kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all of the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.” Stiles said as we came to a stop in a clearing.

“No.” Scott muttered as he rummaged through the leaves. “I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” Stiles suggested.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks.” Scott stressed.

I looked up to see a handsome man dressed in all black just standing, staring at us with a resting bitch face before he approached.

“What are you doing here? This is private property.” The man said.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know.” Stiles said for all of us.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but, um, forget it.” Scott said, about to walk away, but the hot guy tossed something at him and when we all looked in his hand, it was his inhaler. We all looked up but hot guy was gone, “Alright, come on, I gotta get to work.”

“That was Derek Hale. You guys remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.” Stiles said.

“Remember what?” I asked.

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.” Stiles said.

“I wonder what he’s doing back.” Scott wondered out loud.

“I don’t care, he’s hot, he can stay as long as he likes.” I mused.

“Come on.” Stiles rolled his eyes and walked towards the Jeep, with Scott and me following behind.


After we dropped Scott off at work, Stiles drove us to my house. Both of my parents were out of town for work so the house was empty.

“Are you ready for the best movie night of your life?” I asked Stiles as I threw my bag next to the door and walked backward towards the kitchen.

“Hell yeah!” Stiles laughed.

I grabbed the landline from the island and called for pizza. Once the pizza was ordered, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and changed into a pair of yoga shorts and Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie that he left who knows how long ago. I reached into the drawer that I had designated for the boy’s clothes and grabbed Stiles a pair sweat pants.I walked back downstairs and threw the sweats at Stiles.

“Is that my hoodie?” Stiles asked as I started to put my hair into a messy bun.

“Yeah, why?” I asked as I walked over to the couch and plopped down.

“Nothing, I’m just not used to seeing you in guys clothing.” He said as he shook his head.

“So, what do we want to start with, Harry Potter or Star Trek?” 


I woke up the tune of the Harry Potter theme song, I was too tired to open my eyes, so instead, I decided to roll over to fall back asleep, but instead of finding the other side of my bed, I found nothing. I let out a shriek as I fell to the floor. I groaned as Stiles shot up and looked around the living room for me, before looking at me laying on the floor.

“What are you doing on the floor?” He asked with his head cocked to the side.

“Damn couch.” I groaned as I clutched my chest.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked as he clambered off of the couch and crouched beside me.

“I’ll be fine in a minute, I just scared myself.” I muttered.

“Maybe you should get it checked out, it seems like it’s getting worse.” He said as he helped me sit up. I love my boys, but after my heartbeat rises and I show that I’m in pain, they both are slightly over protective.

“What time is it?” I asked and Stiles checked his phone.

“We still have an hour before we have to be at school.”

“Good. I’ll be back.” I said as I patted his shoulder and stood up.

I walked upstairs to my room, opened my closet and pulled out a purple long sleeve crop, a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and my black flats. I went to my bathroom and did my makeup natural with a light pink lipstick. I pulled my hair out of the bun and brushed out the waves. I walked back into my room and changed into my clothes for the day, spraying some perfume before I left. I walked down the stairs and grabbed my black leather jacket and my bag before telling Stiles I was ready. We clambered into his Jeep and drove to his house so that he could change.

We pulled up to the Stilinski home, got out of the Jeep and walked into the house. Stiles ran up the stairs to change and I made us both some toast for breakfast. 

Just as the bread popped up from the toaster, Stiles bound down the stairs and picked up the landline that Sheriff had picked up a minute before. After a little of him listening, he hung up and looked at me.

“What?” I asked as I handed him his piece of toast.

“So you know how the body was sent to Los Angeles for analysis? Well, that was them. They found animal hairs on the body.” Stiles rambled.

“Yeah, so? The body was found in the woods.” I deadpanned.

“So, the hair was from a wolf…”

BITE: Chapter 2

percy jackson / teen wolf crossover. i’m thinking this is set post-HoO, post-ToA and post-MCGA for percy and co., and in between season 3a and 3b for the pack. because that’s not confusing at all. 

2/? - Scott

“This is suspicious,” Stiles declared, dropping his lunch tray onto the table and almost throwing himself into the chair opposite Scott. He picked up a handful of curly fries and attempted to eat them all at once, glaring at something over Scott’s right shoulder as he did so.

“What’s suspicious, your ability to inhale curly fries and not choke to death?” Lydia quipped, tucking her elbows in by her sides and leaning slightly away from him.

“Oh, haha.” Stiles pulled a face at her. He swallowed the mouthful of fries and pointed behind Scott. “No, them. The new kids.”

Lydia looked unconvinced. “Have you even spoken to them?”

“Not yet, but I’m bound to have a class with them before the end of the day.”

Scott craned his neck to look at where the transfer students sat, across the other side of the cafeteria. They looked pretty standard - extremely attractive, yeah, but there were plenty of good looking people at Beacon Hills High School who had nothing to do with the supernatural. They were both wearing jeans, the boy in a blue hoodie and the girl in a tight grey t-shirt, and they seemed to be chatting amicably to Danny and a few other guys from the Lacrosse team.

Scott spun back around and shot Stiles a skeptical look. “They seem normal to me.”

Stiles planted his elbow on the table and leaned forward, lowering the volume of his voice but increasing the emphasis. “Look, okay, just hear me out. When was the last time someone new showed up at this school - or in this town, even - and wasn’t a hunter or a werewolf or a homicidal maniac or something equally terrifying, huh?”

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sterek kissing under the fireworks

For the past hour, Derek’s nerves have been steadily creeping up.

He’s waved to Scott and Allison as they screeched around on the dodgem carts; Allison looking fiercely determined and Scott beaming with pride. He’s sat in horrified silence all the way round the big wheel; Lydia squeezing his arm and pointing out the view every few seconds. He’s amused himself, and Stiles, watching his face change in the hall of mirrors. Stiles was particularly tickled by how long Derek’s eyebrows went.

“You look like a really surprised cartoon!” He’d crowed before cackling at his fingers as he lifted his hands high above his head. Derek was vaguely distracted by the strip of skin showing between Stiles’ jeans and jacket as he stretched his arms up. He’d had to move on to the next mirror where Boyd and Erica were trying to scare some small children by making their eyes flash in the mirrors all around them.

He’s even wearing a cheap, ridiculous bright green bracelet Stiles won him on the shooting game. 

Derek has had a nice, normal, fun evening at a carnival, and now he’d like to go home. He’d like to leave immediately, if he’s honest, because in about three minutes he’s going to make a total fool of himself, and wish he’d never agreed to come out in the first place.

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&& stiles stilinski. 

         an audible sigh huffs from her lips,eyes rolling in the boys direction, “ stiles, if you have something to say, say it, because this hovering thing gets old fast. i’m okay,  you don’t need to babysit me.” lydia sighed with a raised brow. it was sweet that he cared; but it was also irritating. “ despite what scott and allison might have said…” she adds knowing that it was likely one of the two that had put him up to this in the first place. 

@blvntteeth // liked for a starter from lydia martin! 

Heart - Part 8

Originally posted by the-sassy-disney-princess

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Monday morning and I sat in Social Studies with Scott and Stiles after a fairly smooth weekend and a very nice dinner with my family and my two best friends. On our way to class this morning, Scott told us about how after our triple date on Friday Derek had told him he wasn’t the alpha. 

“If Derek isn’t the alpha, if he isn’t the one who bit you, then who did?” Stiles whispered as he leaned forwards to Scott.

“I don’t know.” Scott whispered back, just as confused as Stiles and me.

“Did the alpha kill the bus driver?” Stiles asked Scott, leaning forward again.

“I don’t know.” Scott whispered back, annoyance tinting his voice.

“Does Allison’s dad know about the alpha?” Stiles whispered once again.

“I don’t know! Jeez.” Scott whisper-shouted, earning looks from everyone and causing Stiles to sit back awkwardly, scratching his neck with his pencil.

The three of us were handed back our tests from last week, I got an A+, Stiles got an A, but Scott got a D-.

“Dude, you need to study more.” I said and Scott shot me a look.

“That was a joke. Scott, it’s one test, you can make it up.” Stiles told him.

“I wasn’t joking, do you need to borrow my notes?” I asked Scott and he shook his head.

“No, I’m studying with Allison after school today.” Scott said and Stiles’ eyes went wide.

“That’s my boy!” He exclaimed, giving Scott a proud look.

“We’re just studying.” Scott mumbled and Stiles huffed.

“No, you’re not.” Stiles said, determined.

“I’m not?” Scott asked him, confused and I shook my head.

“Not if I’m forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I-I swear to god, I’ll have you de-balled.” Stiles said, his voice getting louder with each word.

“Okay Stiles, leave Scott’s balls out of this.” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat.

“Okay, I get it. Just stop with the questions, man.” Scott said to him while giving me a grateful look.

“Done. No more questions. No more talk about the alpha, or Derek, who still scares me…” Stiles trailed off as Scott and I gave him a look.

“Dude, shut up about it.” I said before turning my attention to the teacher.


After school, I was walking through the halls, trying to get to the Jeep when I ran into Allison and Lydia, who I had officially befriended.

“Hey, guys!” I said as they both smiled at me.

“Hey, Liv. I was just talking to Allison about her study date with Scott tonight.” Lydia said as she greeted me.

“Ooh, I heard about that.” I said in a teasing tone and wiggled my eyebrows at Allison.

“We’re just studying.” She insisted.

“Just studying never ends in just studying. It’s like, getting into a hot tub, somebody eventually cops a feel.” Lydia mused, making Allison blush.

“What are you saying?” She asked us.

“She means, make sure that he wraps it up.” I told her, but she only responded with silence and a blank face.

“Hello, Snow White! Do it with him with a condom.” Lydia says, causing Allison to go a whole new shade of tomato. 

“Are you kidding? After one date?” She said, sounding mortified.

“Don’t be a total prude. Give him a little taste.” Lydia said and I made a disgusted face.

“How much is a little taste?” Allison asked and I held up my hands.

“Okay, I really don’t want to hear about my best friend in that way, and I have to catch my ride. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I said as I waved to them over my shoulder and walked away.

By the time I reached the Jeep, Stiles was already sitting in the driver’s seat, twiddling his thumbs on the wheel, jerking his head in my direction when I opened the door.

“What the hell took you so long?” He exclaimed as I climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“I was talking to Allison and Lydia about the study date tonight. And let me tell you, it is really strange to hear about it from both parties.” I told him, shuttering.

Stiles rolled his eyes at me as he pulled out of the parking spot and I threw my bag in the back. I leaned forwards to turn on the radio when the Jeep jerked to a stop with Stiles and I shouting profanities. I looked up and saw a very sickly looking Derek holding his hand up for us to stop, before falling to the ground.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, this guy’s everywhere.” Stiles complained, throwing his hand up as people behind us began to honk their horns.

“What the hell?” Scott said as he jogged past the Jeep to Derek, who was still laying in the middle of the road, causing Stiles and I to clamber out and join Scott of the pavement around Derek.

“What are you doing here?” Scott said as he dropped to his knees, helping Derek sit up.

“I was shot.” Derek manages to huff out, seeming to get paler by the second.

“He’s not looking so good, dude.” Stiles said to Scott, which caused him to panic slightly.

“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott whispered to him.

“I can’t. It was- it was a different kind of bullet.” Derek said as he continued to huff.

“A silver bullet?” Stiles asked him and Derek shot him a look that caused me to smirk.

“No, you idiot.” Derek said with a heavy glare.

“Wait.” Scott said, looking away like he was trying to remember something, “That’s what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours.”

“What? Who said forty-eight hours?” Derek asked, bewildered.

“The one who shot you.” Suddenly, Derek flinched in pain and his eyes began to flicker to a bright blue and Scott started to freak out. “What are you doing? Stop that!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, I can’t.” Derek said, shaking his head as more cars began to honk and Scott’s face hardened.

“Derek, get up!” Scott said sternly, pulling Derek to his feet with the help of Stiles. “Help me put him in your car.” 

“Why do I have to give up my seat.” I complained and Scott and Derek shot me a look. I huffed and looked around as they hauled sourwolf into my seat, noticing Allison and Jackson getting out of their cars and head towards us.

“Uh, guys, hurry up!” I exclaimed as Scott shut the door to keep Derek from falling out and Derek looked at him with urgency clear in his eyes.

“I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Scott exclaimed.

“She’s an Argent, she’s with them.” Derek said, his breaths coming a little bit harder.

“Why should we help you?” I piped up, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Because Scott needs me.” He said, giving me a hard look and I nodded, opening the driver’s door and clambering into the backseat.

“I’ll try.” Scott said to him before turning to Stiles who climbed into the front seat, “Hey, get him out of here.”

“I hate you for this, so much.” Stiles said as he put the Jeep into drive.

“Dido!” I called as we pulled away.


Stiles grumbled as he held his phone up and read that Scott needed more time, then slammed it down into the console. I was focused on Derek pulling off his jacket.

“Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We’re almost there.” Stiles said to Derek.

“Almost where?” Derek huffed, looking down at his lap.

“Your house.” Stiles huffed and Derek’s head shot up.

“What? No, you can’t take me there.” He urged.

“We can’t take you to your own house?” I asked as I pushed my head between the seats.

“Not when I can’t protect myself.” Derek said and Stiles shook his head before pulling over to the side of the road, putting the Jeep in park and turned to face him.

“Alright. What happens if Scott can’t find your little magic bullet? Huh? Are you dying?” Stiles said, anger clear in his voice.

“Not yet. I have a last resort.” Derek said as he began to pull up his sleeve.

“What last resort?” I exclaimed and he lifted his sleeve so that I could see a blackish looking hole in his forearm. I immediately threw myself against the backseat, gagging when the horrid stench that Derek’s arm was emitting reached my nose.

“Oh my god. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out.” Stiles said as he also gagged and looked out the window.

“Start the car. Now.” Derek panted and right away, Stiles’ and I’s moods changed. 

“You are in no position to order us around.” I said, sitting forward again and putting my finger in his face.

“Yeah, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles said, the three of us having a staring contest for a minute before Derek grabbed me by the neck. I gasped and pain blossomed in my chest, I saw Stiles’ eyes go wide.

“Start the car, or I’m gonna rip her throat out. With my teeth.” My eyes went wide, the pain spreading further as I panicked. I saw Stiles struggle with himself for a second before starting the car and pulling away from the curb. Derek released me from his grip and I fell onto my back on the seat, clutching my chest.

“Liv, breathe!” Stiles shouted at me, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Derek asked with a sneer.

“You have super hearing! Listen, dumbass.” Stiles exclaimed glancing back at me again, “Olivia, breathe!” 

I nodded before taking a few ragged breaths, managing to calm my heart. Once the pain subsided, I continued to lay down, which I guess worried Stiles.

“Liv, are you okay?” He asked, his voice urgent. I held up a thumbs up and I heard him let out a relieved sigh.


By the time Scott finally called Stiles, it was dark, and I was about to ask if they could just drop me off at home.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with him, he already threatened Liv.” Stiles exclaimed.

“Take him somewhere, anywhere.” I heard Scott’s muffled voice through the speaker.

“And by the way, he’s starting to smell.” Derek gave him a glare and I let out a giggle.

“Like- like what?”

“Like death.”

“Okay, take him to the animal clinic.” 

“What about your boss?” Stiles asked, waving his arms around.

“He’s gone by now, Take the spare key in the box behind the dumpster.” Scott told Stiles who sighed and held the phone out to Derek.

“You’re not gonna believe where he’s telling me to take you.” Derek took the phone and I zoned out from the conversation as Stiles turned around to face me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” I reassured him with a small smile. Stiles and I talked for a little bit more before Derek hung up the phone and handed back to Stiles.


Stiles pulled into the parking lot of the animal clinic and climbed down, helping me out before rushing to the door to look for the key. I walked around to the passenger’s side and caught Derek as he fell out of the seat, throwing his good arm around my neck and walked him to a stack of feed bags to sit on while Stiles looked for the key. Stiles stopped his frantic searching and pulled out his phone.

“Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” He asked as he turned to Derek.

“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” He panted.

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m gonna die without it.” Derek said, his words slurring slightly.

Stiles finally found the key and I hauled Derek up as Stiles stumbled in ahead of us and turned on the light. Derek let go of me and began to pull off his shirt, normally I would stare, but it seemed weird to admire a dying man’s body. The three of us gathered around the metal table in the middle of the room and we observed the wound for a second before Stiles began his typical nervous babble.

“You know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of.”

“When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.” Derek panted, stumbling around to raid the cabinets and drawers.

“Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” Stiles asked him, but Derek ignored him.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time- last resort.” He panted.

“Which is…” I trailed off and Derek slammed a bone saw onto the table.

“One of you is going to cut off my arm.” Derek said as he slid the saw over to Stiles and I turned around, leaning on the counter, trying desperately not to picture Derek’s arm separated from his body.

“Oh my god, what if you bleed to death?” I heard Stiles ask before I gained the courage to turn around and face this nightmarish scene.

“It’ll heal if it works.” Derek said and I turned to see him wrapping a blue stretchy band around the top of his bicep.

“Look, I don’t know if I can do this.” Stiles said, turning almost as pale as Derek.

“Why not?” Derek panted as he continued to tie the band.

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!” He exclaimed.

“You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asked him.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles shouted and Derek glanced at me.

“Don’t look at me, I’m barely keeping my heart in check right now.” My voice sounding exasperated and breathless.

“Alright, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I cut off her head.” Derek said pointing at me.

“Okay, you know what, I’m not buying your threats any-” Stiles began, but cut himself off when Derek lunged at me, causing me to let out a small shriek and fall backward, crawling back until I hit the cabinets, my heart rate jumping. “Oh my god. Okay. Alright, bought, sold. Totally, I’ll do it. I’ll do it. W-what? What are you doing?”

Derek quickly leaned over the side of the table and threw up black goo, barely missing my shoes and my heart began to beat even faster, making begin to feel lightheaded.

“Holy god, what the hell is that?” Stiles groaned as Derek kept his head over the side of the table.

“It’s my body-trying to heal itself.” Derek panted, his voice fading in and out of my ears.

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” I heard Stiles say.

“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek said, resting his head on the table.

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.” Stiles said, sounding like he was about to be sick.

“Just do it! You’re the only one well enough to!” Derek shouted, making my heart jump once more.

“Oh my god.” Stiles said, grabbing the saw and placing it on Derek’s arm, “Okay, okay. Oh my god. Alright, here we go!”

“Stiles!” I heard a voice shout right before I passed out.


I woke up to a light tapping on my cheek.

“Liv. Come on Liv, wake up.” I heard a gentle voice coax and I let out a groan.

“I think I hit my head.” I grumbled and opened my eyes to see my boys kneeling over me with smiles on their faces.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Scott said pulling me off of the ground and walking me out to the Jeep where he, Stiles, Derek and I all sat in an awkward silence. They dropped me off first and when I walked in, I said a quick hi and goodnight to my parents before climbing the stairs, stumbling through my door, and face planting on my bed, falling sound asleep.

mr. sweatpants dick

happy belated birthday to wearethecyclones! have some fluff. and sweatpants dick because i know thats your fave. for some reason despite the title this is just fluff. rated t.

“Wait, I’m confused, why are you calling Stiles’ boyfriend Mr. Sweatpants Dick too?” Kira asks, scrunching up her nose. “Isn’t that weird, like it’s Stiles’ special nickname for him, right?”

Stiles splutters, spraying his soda everywhere as Scott starts laughing hysterically.

Kira frowns. “C'mon, it’s not funny. Tell me his name so I don’t accidentally call him Mr. Sweatpants Dick to his face. You’re bringing him to dinner, right?" 

"He’s not my boyfriend,” Stiles says, blushing. “He’s just a guy who lives in my building." 

"Stiles doesn’t know his name,” Scott adds. “He’s been calling him Sweatpants Dick for like a month. I can’t believe you had a three hour conversation in the laundry room and you never asked him what his name was.”

Kira’s mouth falls open. “I thought you were dating and you don’t even know his name? You talk about him all the time! You told me that last conversation was eye-opening and it was a magical experience!”

Stiles shakes his head sadly, setting down his soda in embarrassment. “I’m working on it, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“No, no no,” Kira says, voice rising in panic. “I ran into him on my way up here, and I didn’t know what his name was so I just said ‘Hi, Stiles’ boyfriend’ because I didn’t want to call him Mr. Sweatpants Dick!”

“You did what?” Stiles asks, staring in horror. “Oh my god, I’m never gonna be able to show my face in the laundry room again.”

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Chaos has come again - a playlist inspired by Echo House and the end of season 3B’s trailer [listen here]

radioactive in the dark - imagine dragons vs. fall out boy / killer (ft. F-U-G-Z) - bastille / lose your soul - dead man’s bones / bones - ms mr / don’t wake me - robots don’t sleep / howl - florence & the machine / bloodflood - alt-j / black sheep - gin wigmore / curse - imagine dragons / the ruler and the killer - kid cudi / supremacy - muse / far too young to die - panic! at the disco / monster (dotEXE remix) - meg & dia / hounds - valleys / iron - woodkid / new beginnings - brian tyler

We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do)

Ship: Derek/Scott/Stiles, Scott/Stiles

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: None

Other: High School AU, underage drinking/smoking, recreational drug use (brief), tattoos (underage), jock Derek, Stiles can be a dick(but he’s just bad at feelings), Lydia/Derek Friendship, background relationships: Allison/Isaac, Erica/Boyd, Jackson/Lydia, mentioned (breifly) past relationships: Scott/Allison, Scott/Kira, Stiles/Malia, Derek/Danny

Words: 7,500

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Derek notices things.

He notices the way Boyd tries not to stare at Erica Reyes when she walks past their lunch table. He notices the way Jackson’s eyes go soft when he talks about Lydia Martin, and the way Danny watches their math teacher with hearts in his eyes. He knows that Coach Finstock is secretly dating the librarian, and that Allison Argent isn’t the same brand of crazy as her hot aunt. But he spends most of his time noticing the things he doesn’t want to notice at all.

As the captain of the Lacrosse team and Homecoming King, he feels like he’s earned his letterman jacket and his swagger, has worked for the right to walk down the hall with a smirk on his face and a girl on his elbow. Laura says he looks like a moron, but Derek’s pretty sure there’s a gaggle of girls at school that would say otherwise. But instead of getting himself a date, he’s noticing things.

He noticed Scott McCall during lacrosse try outs sophomore year. They’ve always been in school together, but suddenly Scott’s got broad shoulders and abs and when his hair is slicked back with sweat he looks like a man instead of a boy. He couldn’t help but notice Stiles Stilinski at the same time, he would be impossible to ignore. Scott and Stiles have been attached at the hip for as long as Derek can remember, and he’s always been jealous of their easy friendship. They’re always touching, even in the locker room, Stiles’ pale, mole dotted skin stark against Scott’s golden tan. Stiles hadn’t grown into his limbs yet, but his eyes still reminded Derek of warm maple syrup and his lips had the most perfect bow. Derek can’t decide what he wants more, to get his fingers in Scott’s hair or to taste Stiles’ mouth.

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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG- SCOTT MCCALL IMAGINE

Song is When We Were Young by Adele. Premise of this is that Elizabeth Black is the daughter of Sirius Black and Violet Argent (Chris and Kate Argent’s younger sister), and the cousin of Allison Argent, as well as a skilled seer and healer. Her mother died when she was very young and her father was wrongfully imprisoned (later dying at the ministry as she watched), so she was raised by the Weasley family and attended Hogwarts alongside Hermione, Harry, and Ron (although she was technically a little more than a year younger than them, but was extremely advanced for her age and so graduated early just after the war) and is quite close with the golden trio. She’s a brilliant witch who remained at Hogwarts while the trio searched for horcruxes in order to protect the students there, and fought valiantly in the war. After the war, Lizzie was left emotionally unstable, and desperate to leave Britain, decided to attend Allison’s new school in Beacon Hills with her to make the move easier (although she still kept in close touch with her friends back home, and continued her work as a skilled healer in America, working alongside Scott and Deaton). There she met Scott McCall, and aided him with the shift and the many adventures following that, proving to be a vital part of the pack. In this, Scott has NO romantic relationship with Allison OR Kira, and his anchor is Lizzie (even though she doesn’t know it). Shortly after Allison’s death, Lizzie left Beacon Hills to recover, upset at having lost even more family and her seer abilities out of control. She remains in touch with all of them, mainly Lydia, and misses Scott McCall almost as much as he misses her…


Everybody loves the things you do

From the way you talk

To the way you move

Everybody here is watching you

Cause you feel like home

You're like a dream come true

But if by chance you’re here alone

Can I have a moment

Before I go?

Cause I’ve been by myself all night long

Hoping you’re someone I used to know

Scott had heard before that people could still hear things for a few minutes after they died, but he was never altogether sure he had believed it. After all, how could anyone possibly know what it was like to be dead and gone?

But now that he was surely dead, that unbearable cold and unfamiliar sensation settling over his heart, he realized that they had all been wrong.

(Perhaps he was not dead at all though, and this was just some terrible, twisted dream- one that he so desperately wanted to wake up from.)

There were voices all around him, ones that he knew for a fact could not be there. Ones that he knew for a fact were thousands of miles away from here. He could feel his mother’s warm hands on his chest, too, ones that had woken him from many nightmares before this one.

I’m sorry mom, he thought as he realized this was not the nightmare he was hoping it had been, I am so sorry.

Then icy cold hands replaced those of his mother’s, and Scott was sure it was death himself coming to claim him. But as he forced his eyes open, he discovered that death was not a he at all.

In fact, Death was an achingly familiar she, with a face that would put all the stars and angels in heaven to shame.

Perhaps it would not be so bad to die, Scott mused, if death was as beautiful as this.

No, you are not leaving me like this Scott!” Death yelled, deep chocolate eyes burning with anger and sadness. Please don’t be sad, he wanted to tell Death as glistening tears streamed down her tanned skin, please don’t cry.

Death’s icy fingers then reached where Scott knew his heart to be, and he took one last look at Death’s perfect face before closing his eyes for what he thought to be forever.

As death washed over him, Scott couldn’t help but wonder why Death looked so much damn like Elizabeth Black.

You look like a movie

You sound like a song

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Elizabeth’s lips as she traced the outline of his strong jawline, his features so different yet so painfully familiar.

Scott had grown up since she’d left Beacon Hills, and she was amazed by the changes that had taken place in a face she once knew like the back of her hand in a mere few months. It seemed that in her absence, even the smallest of things had changed.

A bright young witch and skilled seer, Elizabeth had graduated early from Hogwarts and left for America, drawn there by fate and Allison’s pleading to attend her new school with her. In Beacon Hills, she’d met Scott McCall and many of those who she would one day call her greatest friends. She had recognized the signs of lycanthropy in the McCall boy immediately (having a vast expanse of prior knowledge on the subject due to her godfather, Remus Lupin), and had helped him along with Stiles Stilinski to learn to control his shift.

And then she’d fallen in love, and fallen hard. Knee deep in supernatural secrets and paranormal puzzles, she’d been unable to help herself from falling for the brown eyed boy with a heart kinder than any she had met before. While Allison was busy with her own internal conflicts and her severe crush on the Lahey boy, Scott had unwittingly stolen Elizabeth Black’s heart, with no intention of ever returning it to her.

Meanwhile, Scott McCall had fallen just as hard, if not harder, for the young witch with a wit that rivaled even that of Stiles’s and a smile that never failed to take his breath away (he’d blame it on asthma whenever Allison teased him about it, but they all knew better. How could they not, when he looked at her as if she had hung the very stars in the sky?).

But fate was rarely on their side, and any attempts to make the other see how they felt about each other were thwarted by anything and everything the supernatural world had to throw at them. They had been through so much together, but despite pushing from Lydia, Stiles, Allison, and even Derek, neither had mustered up the courage to confess.

Scott almost did, and would have if not for the tragedy that had transpired the very night he had planned to divulge every last thought and secret to Lizzie. (An almost, Scott had often mused. I almost told her. We were almost together. She almost loved me back.)

Elizabeth Black left shortly after Allison’s death, the loss of her cousin and dearest friend too much for the young girl to bear. Knowing the losses the girl had sustained through stories she’d shared of the wizarding war back home, the pack had understood her desire to leave. Desperate for any sort of relief from the pain, she packed up and moved to the British countryside to spend some time with her old friend Hermione Granger.

She had never dreamed that they would be reunited under such terrible and terrifying circumstances, but fate had a decidedly horrid habit of toying with her. She’d experienced a very unclear vision that had left her deeply frightened, and after her impulsive nature not unlike that of her father Sirius’s won out, Lizzie boarded the first flight from Bristol to Beacon Hills.

And now here she was, patiently waiting for him to properly wake up (he’d briefly opened his eyes as his mother had checked his vitals after Elizabeth had revived him, but had collapsed shortly afterward, muttering something about death and brown eyes).

Oh, she had missed him.Elizabeth had once thought of England as home, but whenever the word came to mind since she’d met Scott, the only thing that she could possibly picture was his name and that blushing smile reserved specifically for her.

Something warm closed around the hand she had been resting on his chest, and as those familiar chocolate brown eyes opened to meet her own, she nearly burst into tears.

Lizzie?” His voice, raspy and dry but still enough to make her knees go weak, asked. “Is that you?”

She nodded, entwining her fingers with his as her free thumb caressed his cheek gently. “It’s me. Oh, thank god you’re alright.”

Lizzie.” He sighed contentedly, allowing his eyes to flutter shut as a dreamy smile overtook his face. “My Lizzie.”

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

There. I’ve done all I can, but unless we know exactly what he’s been poisoned with, I can do little more to help. There’s a slight chance his body will force it out on its own, but I’ll run more tests tomorrow when he’s feeling better.” Elizabeth sighed, sounding tired and drained in a way Melissa McCall had rarely seen the typically vibrant girl. Elizabeth had been attempting all sorts of forms of magic on the recently attacked sheriff, but despite his condition, she’d at least been able to stabilize him for the time being. She’d even managed to force Stiles to get some rest while she worked, after sending him one of her signature reassuring smiles that eased some of the boy’s worries.

“Go get some rest, alright? You’ve had a rough day.” Melissa smiled at her, tucking her into a warm, motherly hug that reminded her of better days, when their worries were as simple as whatever scheme Peter managed to cook up.

Elizabeth placed her hand on Stiles’s shoulder as Melissa checked the Sheriff’s vitals, shaking him from his slumber. He smiled sleepily up at her as she helped him up from the chair he’d been occupying, and she wrapped him in a warm hug. “He’s gonna be okay, Stiles. I promise I’m going to do everything I can to make sure of that.”

Stiles murmured his thanks to her, tucking her into a fierce hug that conveyed not only his gratitude towards her, but how much he had missed her in the previous months. She smiled into his chest, understanding immediately.

The dinging of the elevator doors from outside the intensive care unit caught their attention, and whatever Stiles saw through the window made him rush out the doors angrily. Elizabeth exchanged a worried glance with Melissa before the duo followed after him, a loud crash startling the both of them.

Melissa pulled Stiles off of Scott as a saddened sigh fell from Lizzie’s lips, having already heard the full story from Stiles early on in the night. After a quick conversation that Elizabeth tuned out completely, Stiles rushed out of the hall as Melissa returned back to the Sheriff’s bedside.

She realized that she was alone with Scott, and was suddenly very nervous and anxious. She shied away from his lingering gaze, instead staring down intently at the ground.

“You were there when I woke up,” Scott began softly after a few moments, the gentle tone of his voice causing Elizabeth to glance up and meet his eyes. “But then you were gone.”

“Your mother called about the Sheriff, and I had to run.” She apologized with a slight smile, cursing herself for the mumbling mess he reduced her to as her gaze flickered back to the tile floor.

“I missed you.” He told her honestly, gently raising her chin with his hand so that she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Elizabeth threw her arms around him then, all of her earlier shyness fading away as he held her in his strong, familiar arms.

“I missed you too.” She murmured into his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” He chuckled lightly, genuine confusion in his tone as he tucked her even further into his embrace, praying helplessly that he would never have to let her go.

“For leaving.” Elizabeth whispered, and Scott realized that she was not merely speaking of leaving earlier on in the night. He pulled back slightly and gently caressed her cheek with one hand as her eyes, darkened with the slightest hint of sadness, met his.

“You’re here now.” Scott smiled down at her, amazement and happiness coloring his tone. “That’s more than I could ever ask for.”

I was so scared to face my fears

Cause nobody told me that you’d be here

And I swear you moved overseas

That’s what you said, when you left me

Elizabeth ran her fingers through Lydia’s loose curls, tucking them gently behind the girl’s ear. A sad, knowing smile slipped onto her face as her dark brown eyes scanned her dearest friend’s face, understanding exactly what was happening.

“Oh Lydia,” She whispered lowly, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “If only I had gotten here sooner.”

“She missed you a lot, you know.” A deep voice spoke from the doorway of Lydia’s room in the hospital, breaking Lizzie out of her trance. “She was planning on flying out to Britain after everything was over with the Dread Doctors.”

Elizabeth turned to find Scott leaning against the doorframe, his warm eyes trained on her intently. “I missed her too. After Allison died… it was just the two of us. I didn’t just lose my cousin that day, Scott, I lost one of my best friends, and so did Lydia. I wanted so badly to stay here and help her, but it was too dangerous. We talked on the phone every night, and I knew something was off. Her banshee powers… she doesn’t know the full extent of them. Not yet. This catatonic state is self induced, and she won’t wake up until she understands.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Scott asked, a vulnerable light in his eyes that Elizabeth understood all too well. We’ve lost too many already.

“This is Lydia Martin we’re talking about here,” Elizabeth whispered lowly, squeezing the hand holding Lydia’s the slightest bit tighter. “She’s going to be just fine, I can feel it.”

Scott took a seat beside her, quiet for a few moments as he attempted to string together his thoughts. “I still can’t believe that you’re here. I feel like if I look away for too long, you’ll disappear again.”

Lizzie peered up at him through dark lashes, the hint of a smile on her face. “I’m not going anywhere. Do you remember the day I left?”

He nodded, fearing that if he spoke, he’d tell her of how that day had haunted his nightmares and every waking moment for months, how it left him sleepless and breathless far too often.

“I told you that I’d be back, because this is my home, Scott. The pack is my home.” She murmured, tracing patterns on Lydia’s hand as she spoke.

“I’m afraid we’re not much of a pack anymore.” Scott sighed, burying his face in his hands.

“You’ll get them back. You know how I know?” Elizabeth placed her free hand on Scott’s shoulder, leaning in closer to him. “I know because I know you like the back of my hand, Scott McCall. You’re a wonderful alpha, truly, but you’re also loyal to a fault. You’ve built a family out of all of us. Families fight all the time, but they always come back to each other. You just have to be there when they do.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled to her, leaning into her intoxicating touch. Elizabeth had a grounding affect on him, always able to bring him back down to earth and keep him anchored where all else had failed.

My anchor.

“Elizabeth.” Mrs. Martin interrupted her, a soft smile on her face and an affectionate twinkle in her eyes that had been reserved for Lydia, Elizabeth and Allison.

You two are my daughters now too, she’d told Lizzie and Ally after she’d learned that both of the girls had lost their mothers, Elizabeth years ago and Allison just days before, and I’m going to take care of you.

Mrs. Martin only had two daughters now, and she wasn’t about to lose either of them.

“The doctors need to run a few more tests on her, but you can visit whenever you like.” Mrs. Martin told her, tucking the brown eyed girl into a warm hug as she dodged around Scott to get to her.

“Oh, I missed you.” She mumbled into the hug, pressing a motherly kiss to the top of her head. “It’s wonderful to have you back, Lizzie.”

“I missed you too, Mrs. Martin.” Elizabeth smiled at her as she pulled away, chancing a glance back at Lydia. “She’s going to be okay, I know it. Call me if there are any changes?”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Mrs. Martin reassured her, pulling her into one more hug before sending Lizzie and Scott into the hall so that the doctors could check on Lydia.

A sigh fell from Elizabeth’s lips as she peered at the doctors entering Lydia’s room, knowing there was nothing they or anyone could do.

“We’ll see her again soon.” Scott mumbled to her, sounding more like he was promising her something rather than attempting to reassure her. Lizzie had always loved that about Scott, his determination to keep those around him safe.

Gods, I hope so.”

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a song

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

“Stiles, I just got a call from-” Elizabeth halted mid sentence, surprised to see that Stiles had not been alone. She had been staying with the Stilinski family ever since her arrival in Beacon Hills, and had only just returned home from visiting the Sheriff.

Lizzie!” Stiles rapidly jumped up, attempting to block her from the boy behind him’s view. “I didn’t know you were going to be home!”

“I left the hospital early today.” She answered, curious as to who this visitor was and the slightest hint of suspicion in her earth colored eyes. “I came in through the back.”

“Why don’t you-” Stiles began, looking desperate and alarmed before he was cut off by the dark haired stranger behind him.

“I’m Theo Raeken. It’s a pleasure to meet you” The handsome stranger introduced himself, pushing past Stiles as he extended a hand out for her to shake with a self satisfied smirk on his face.

“Elizabeth Black. I’m afraid your reputation precedes you, Theo, and I can assure you it is certainly not a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled sarcastically at him, ignoring his outstretched hand due to the grocery bags in her arms and blatant dislike of the boy.

“Let me help you.” He grinned cheekily at her, taking the bags from her arms before she could protest and walking off towards the kitchen. Lizzie exchanged a curious glance with Stiles, who merely shrugged in response.

She followed after the chimera alongside Stiles, watching as he placed the bags on the counter carefully and met her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as he observed her, his eyes scanning over her body hungrily before they met her own once more. He smirked at her, leaning against the counter casually.

“I believe your reputation precedes you as well, Elizabeth. Are you sure you’re up for another war?” Theo asked her, enjoying the way her body tensed at the mention of further brutality.

“You know nothing of war, what I’ve seen.” She hissed, aching to hex the boy but restraining herself from grabbing her wand from her boot. “You think you understand what you’re getting yourself into? I assure you, the games you play are nothing compared to a full blown war. Your Dread Doctors are nothing more than glorified dementors, feeding off death and destruction. They actually think they can control the beast they’ve created.” She laughed darkly, no humor in her tone. “They are sorely mistaken.”

And then Elizabeth was gone, stampeding through the kitchen and up the staircase towards the guest room she’d been occupying before throwing herself on the bed.

“Rough day?” A voice asked, and she groaned in response.

“Whoever it is, get out. I am not in the bloody mood.” Elizabeth huffed, burying her face in her pillows.

“I think I’ll stay.” The voice teased before plopping down beside her on the bed, and Lizzie rolled over to find Scott peering down at her, resting on his elbow. She visibly relaxed as her eyes took in his familiar smile, her heart aching slightly more so than usual at its warmth.

Damn him and that smile.

Only because it’s you.” Lizzie relented, a smile of her own tugging at her lips. She examined his face, committing every last detail to memory as if it was the last time she would ever see him. He was even more handsome than she remembered.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asked curiously, making her laugh. She reached one hand out to rest on his jaw, her nimble fingers ghosting across his stubble.

“No.” She answered, giggling as he nuzzled her palm and his stubble tickled her. “You just look so different since I was here last.”

“A good kind or bad kind of different?” Scott asked her, a teasing glint in his eyes, but something about his smile told her that he was nervous as to what her answer would be.

“Good kind.” She grinned at him. “You still have the puppyish grin though.” He groaned dramatically then, closing his eyes at the puppy reference. “It’s cute.” She promised him, laughing lightly.

Scott’s eyes shot open then, the smile on his face bright enough to nearly blind her. “You think I’m cute?”

“I did not say that!” Lizzie protested, looking somewhat flustered. Scott laughed at her embarrassment, his heart rate increasing as he noted the faint blush on her cheeks and the distinct erratic thudding of her heartbeat.

“It’s okay, everyone thinks it. I’m the hot girl.” He told her, making her laugh as well. Scott grinned affectionately down at her, caressing her cheek with his surprisingly soft hands.

“You look different too. A good kind of different. You, Elizabeth Black, are heartbreakingly beautiful, even more so than the first time we met.” He told her honestly, enjoying the way her cheeks flared a brilliant shade of scarlet.

But beautiful didn’t even begin to describe Elizabeth Black, in Scott’s opinion…

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

When we were young

Elizabeth plopped down on the plastic hospital chair, exhausted from hours spent performing tedious surgery on the sheriff ever since Stiles and Scott had informed them of what he’d been poisoned with.

“Long day?” Someone asked, taking a seat beside her. She peered over at the owner of the voice, rolling her eyes at the man before her.

“You don’t know the half of it, Raeken.” She mumbled, raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously as he extended a cup of coffee towards her.

“A peace offering.” He smiled at her. “I swear its not poisoned or anything. I just want to talk.”

She accepted the coffee cup reluctantly, curiosity in her deep brown eyes at the gesture. “Thank you, I guess. What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I wanted to apologize.” Theo began, making her scoff loudly in disbelief. “But not for what you think. I won’t apologize for killing Scott, because I cut a deal with the Doctors that if only he died, no one else in your pack would. I won’t apologize for attempting to stay alive, but I will apologize for what I said the other day. I didn’t mean to make you so upset, bringing up your past like that.”

Elizabeth arched one perfect eyebrow at him, confused and rather alarmed by the genuine look in his eyes as he spoke, as if he was truly saddened by the thought of having upset her. “You’re an odd one, Theo Raeken. I’ll give you that.” Lizzie laughed lightly, taking a sip from her steaming cup of coffee. 

“I suppose I am.” He mused thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off her. God, she’s beautiful, Theo thought to himself, fighting back the urge to run his hands through her messy curls and caress her flawless, makeup-less face, she’s putty in Scott’s hands and he doesn’t even have a clue.

The door to the waiting room flew open then, and Theo rushed to his feet in a flash as Scott stormed into the room.

“Is everything alright?” Elizabeth questioned worriedly, her exhaustion nearly overtaking her as she jumped to her feet as well. When was the last time she ate? When was the last time she even drank anything?

Get away from her.” Scott growled lowly at Theo, pulling Elizabeth behind him protectively as his eyes flashed a glaring shade of crimson.

“Why should I?” Theo smirked at him, not looking bothered in the slightest. In fact, he looked almost amused. Elizabeth nearly groaned in frustration at the occurrence, knowing that Scott merely wished to protect her from Theo but annoyed at the same time because she was certainly capable of handling the situation herself. And bloody hell, why did her head hurt so badly?

“If you lay one hand on her, I’ll rip your throat out myself.” Scott told him, curling his arm around Elizabeth’s waist as she made to stand beside him. She would have blushed had the circumstances not been so dire.

“Is that a threat, McCall?” Theo mocked, his gaze flickering from the alpha before him’s face to Lizzie’s nervous and somewhat frustrated one.

“It’s a promise.” Scott warned, and the look in Scott’s eyes as he said it, a flicker of danger and untamed fury that Theo had not once associated with Scott McCall, was enough to silence the chimera.

Theo retreated then, hands up in mock surrender as he made his way towards the elevator doors. He chanced one last smirk back at Elizabeth, not missing the snarl Scott aimed at him, and then was gone.

Scott deflated then, all of the anger draining out of him. “Lizzie, I’m sorry, I know you had it handled but-”

Scott stopped his apologies short as Lizzie let out a pained gasp, clutching her sides and stomach as nausea overtook her. Her head would have collided with the tiled floor as she doubled over in pain if not for Scott’s quick reflexes and strong arms around her, and Scott immediately picked her up bridal style.

Lizzie!” He panicked, unsure as to what was going on. “Lizzie, are you alright?” Elizabeth collapsed in his arms then, and Scott, desperate and frightened by what was happening, sprinted as fast as he could towards his mother.

Lizzie!”

It’s hard to admit that

Everything just takes me back

To when you were there

To when you were there

And a part of me keeps holding on

Just in case it hasn’t gone

I guess I still care

Do you still care?

“Severe case of dehydration, sweetheart. You have to take better care of yourself.” Melissa chided Lizzie, a motherly look in her eyes. The Sheriff, recovered and rested thanks to Elizabeth, hovered beside her bed, a worried glint in his eyes matching that of Mrs. Martin’s.

Was there anyone that didn’t love Elizabeth Black? Scott mused to himself.

Lizzie groaned loudly, her head sinking into the pillow. “I swear I’m fine now! I just forgot-”

“Elizabeth Andromeda Black, you collapsed in the waiting room and have been unconscious for several hours! You are not fine.” The Sheriff scolded, and Elizabeth winced at the use of her middle name. Luckily, her father had despised the star tradition enough to settle on only using a star as her middle name rather than her first.

She pouted childishly as the adults around her discussed how long she was to remain in the hospital, and Scott held back a laugh. He had been so relieved to find out that she was alright, but had remained by her bedside ever since he’d set her down there.

“You look like you’re enjoying this far too much.” Lizzie glared playfully at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she angled her body so that she was facing where he was sitting.

“Admittedly, it’s pretty amusing to watch the great Elizabeth Black get scolded for once.” Scott teased, taking her hand in his own as she had done just a mere few days ago, when he’d been lying in a hospital bed in her place.

“Listen, about back there,” Scott softened, suddenly nervous to discuss the events occurring prior to her collapse. “I know you had it handled, believe me, I know, but I… I couldn’t help but be worried.”

Lizzie smiled gently at him, tracing constellations on his hand with her thumb. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Thank you for wanting to protect me. Why were you so worried though?” She questioned curiously, uncertainty in her deep brown eyes.

“Because I care about you,” Scott breathed out, gripping her hand the slightest bit tighter as he leaned closer to whisper to her. “I care about you so much that it hurts sometimes. Makes my chest ache and lungs contract. You mean a lot to me, Lizzie.”

“I care about you too, puppy.” Elizabeth smiled sleepily at him, yawning lightly as she felt the medication Melissa had given her kick in. Scott McCall cared about her, she thought to herself with a grin, Scott McCall worried about her.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” She asked through her sleepy haze, feeling her grip on his hand slacken as his tightened.

“If you want me to be.” He told her honestly, chuckling at her dazed expression.

“I want you to be here.” She mumbled as she dozed off, leaving Scott McCall with a wide, brilliant smile on his face as he continued to observe Elizabeth Black in all her beauty.

The conversation had not gone unnoticed by the three adults present, and all of whom bore similar affectionate smile on their faces.

Will you two just admit it already?

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

When we were young

Lizzie groaned, rubbing her temples furiously in frustration. “Nothing. The beast is too unpredictable. Its not planning anything, its running off instinct alone.”

Scott took her hands on his own comfortingly, thanking her anyway for attempting to discern what the beast had in store for the future. “Don’t over exert yourself, Black. Mom would kill me if she found out I even asked you to try.”

She glared pointedly at him, her dark brown eyes alight with annoyance. “I’m fine, Scott.”

He laughed lightly, nudging her gently with his knee as Lizzie felt all of her annoyance melt away at the carefree sound. “I know that, but you know how my mom is. She worries about you.”

Lizzie peered up at Scott, sitting with his legs criss crossed across from her, her position mirroring his own. They were perched on Scott’s roof, Elizabeth having grown tired of being cooped up inside but not permitted by Melissa to leave until she was fully recovered. 

Scott observed her, his eyes roving the dark bags underneath her eyes and the unnaturally pale tint of her skin. Sleep deprivation and dehydration will do that to a person, you prat, she’d told Stiles exasperatedly earlier on when he’d tactlessly alerted her to the fact that she looked like hell.

Scott had merely shrugged, amazed that she still managed to take his breath away even when she’d barely slept in days. 

“I missed this.” Elizabeth breathed out, playing with Scott’s fingers, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Being here. Being with you.”

Scott leaned closer to her, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek and pulling back just enough to rest his forehead on hers. “I missed everything about you, Liz. You’re the only thing keeping me going these days.”

“Sometimes I still see you as that adorable sophomore trying to convince me that lacrosse was so much better than quidditch.” She laughed breathlessly, sadness pooling in her eyes as her laughter faded. “I wish things were as simple as they were then.”

“I miss when the only thing trying to kill us was Jackson.” Scott chuckled, the pleasant vibrations sending a shiver down Elizabeth’s spine. “It was an easier time.”

“It was.” Lizzie agreed, pulling back from him in order to collect her thoughts and fighting back a groan at the loss of warmth. She threw her head back to look up at the stars, the night sky so different from back in England. It was so peaceful there on the roof, as if the entire world had paused around them. Perhaps it had.

Scott’s breath caught in his throat as he observed her, her loose blonde curls swaying gently in the breeze and the moon giving her an unnaturally beautiful glow. His eyes trailed down her neck and past her shoulders, halting abruptly at her bare arms.

“It’s new.” Elizabeth laughed, figuring from his sharp intake of breath that he’d noticed the inky black tattoo in the shape of two thick lines encircling her left bicep. “Matches yours.”

A rush of emotion ran through Scott, a brilliant smile overtaking his face at her words. Elizabeth had a small tattoo for each of her loved ones scattered across her body, as a means of honoring and remembering them. paw prints for Sirius, antlers for James, a lightning bolt for Harry, a stack of books for Mione, a put-outer for Ron, two W’s for the Weasley twins, a moon for Remus, a pair of Quibbler glasses for Luna, a constellation for the Black family, a bird for Tonks, a broom for Ginny, a sword for Neville, an arrow for Allison, a bouquet of violets for her mother, a knit maroon sweater for Mrs. Weasley, red string for Stiles, a seashell for Lydia, a scarf for Isaac, a triskelion for Derek, a star for Cora, a sunflower for Danny, a key for Jackson, crimson lips for Erica, a set of wings for Boyd, butterflies for Melissa and Natalie, a gun for Chris, a scotch glass for the Sheriff…

I like having them on me, she’d told Scott once, a blinding smile on her lips, reminds me that I have people who love me. People I have to protect.

They were wizard tattoos, enchanted to move, shift, flutter, and bloom like they were real. Each had been picked by the person for which they were made in honor of or based off of their lives, and Scott loved each and every one of them. 

And this one was his.

“I got it a few months back. I was waiting to show it to you in person, but then…” Elizabeth trailed off, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the look of pure elation on the young alpha’s face.

“You got one for me.” He declared, still in shock. She nodded at him, holding back her laughter at his expression. He jumped up then, picking her up and spinning her around in a hug. “You got one for me!

And as Scott held her in his arms, the both of them laughing, Elizabeth decided there was no place she would rather be.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us restless

I’m so mad I’m getting old

It makes me reckless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

When we were young

“It looks like… like a clump of stars?” Scott observed helpfully, making Elizabeth’s entire body shake with laughter.

That is the big dipper.” She whispered as she calmed down, taking his hand and moving it with hers to point to the constellation she was referring to. He smiled, looking over at her as he forgot about the night sky entirely.

It was nothing in comparison to her, anyway.

They were laying out on the roof, hands entwined between them as Elizabeth attempted to point out the constellations to him. Astronomy had always been one of her favorite classes, but Scott couldn’t bring himself to look at the night sky when something so much more mind blowing and beautiful was laying right beside him.

“What are you staring at?” She grinned at him, turning her head so that their noses were pressed against each other.

You.” Scott answered honestly, his answer shocking the both of them. Elizabeth’s heart rate picked up, and Scott held onto the surge of confidence that ran through him for dear life.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Scott whispered to her, caressing her heartbreakingly gorgeous face gently with his rough hand. “I must think that a million times every day.”

Elizabeth sat up quickly then, a blush staining her cheeks a brilliant shade of scarlet as she stammered her thanks and tried to steady her erratic heartbeat. Scott smiled softly at her, sitting up and taking her face in his hands once more.

“Why are you so nervous?” He asked gently, his thumbs tracing patterns on her crimson cheeks. Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath, closing her dark eyes as she collected her thoughts.

You make me nervous.” Lizzie admitted lowly, her eyes peeking up at him through long black lashes.

“Why do I make you nervous?” Scott questioned her, a certain sense of vulnerability in his tone that let Elizabeth know that he really was not sure of what her answer would be.

“Are you really that daft?” Lizzie asked incredulously, pure shock coloring her tone. “I’ve only been in love with you since bloody sophomore year you-”

Elizabeth’s rant was cut off as Scott’s lips pressed against hers, a surprised little gasp falling from her lips before she melted into the kiss. Her fingers tangled themselves in his messy hair as one of his arms dropped down to encircle her waist, pulling her even further into him. He tasted vaguely of chocolate and mint, a strange combination that suited Scott perfectly, while Scott inhaled her intoxicating sea breeze scent and signature berry chapstick.

He pulled away after a few moments, both of them breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against her own. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispered breathlessly, something akin to pure bliss in his eyes as Elizabeth peered into them. “Promise you’ll stay?”

Lizzie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Promise you’ll never leave like that again.” He exhaled, sounding desperate. “At least not without me. Because I can’t handle you leaving again, especially not after that because I’m so goddamn in love with you-”

This time it was Elizabeth who cut off Scott, her lips pressing gently to his own in a lingering kiss that left them both the slightest bit breathless and a hell of a lot in love.

“I promise.”


WOW. this is the first thing I’ve posted in forever and I’m super nervous about it… feedback would be ultra appreciated:)

Teen Wolf - Stydia

Summary: Lydia goes over to Stiles house two weeks after 3x24 leaves off after receiving a worried text from Scott and finds a lot she wasn’t expecting

It’s a little angsty because any time Allison Argent’s death is present I’m a wreck. Also it’s all over the place. My muse couldn’t seem to decide what it wanted to do so it just did everything smashed into one fic. Sorry about that! I promise it has a happy ending :)

I’m really new at writing Stydia/Teen Wolf so it definitely won’t be able to compete with some of the other masterpieces I’ve read but I’m working on it! Let me know your thoughts if you can :)! Thanks for reading!


Have you been talking to Stiles? He hasn’t responded to my calls or texts and I’m starting to get really worried.

Lydia read the text from Scott with a sigh. It had been two weeks since things had finally cooled off, eleven days since her best friend’s funeral, ten days since Ethan left into a world where he was on his own, and she had yet to go over to the Stilinski house. She wasn’t intentionally avoiding Stiles—she just had been swallowed up by her own grief, and then, catching up on all the life that happened while she was grieving, namely homework and extra credit assignments. Burying herself in work was the best way for her to not focus on the crushing hollowness in her chest that she knew was there to stay.

Truth be told, she really hadn’t spent time with anyone. Between grieving both Allison and Aiden’s deaths, she hadn’t been able to think of much else. She was, on the very minimum, functioning, but she had definitely been having a hard time even doing that. She knew the others were hurting too, but she knew that she couldn’t be what they needed until she patched herself up some.

Now, seeing that Stiles was avoiding even his best friend, his brother really, Lydia knew it was time to put the whole ‘emotional tether’ thing to use. She knew, out of everyone, Stiles could arguably be having the hardest time right now. It wasn’t fair that she had taken so long to seek him out, but it was what it was.

So she showered, actually styled her hair and put on make-up for the first time since the funeral, and headed to the Stilinski residence with a reassuring text to Scott.

She noticed the Sherriff’s car was gone, but Stiles’ jeep was still in the driveway. After five knocks, she wondered if maybe he was in the shower or otherwise occupied. Or maybe he just didn’t want to see her or anyone.

Lydia was too stubborn for that. She tried the door and found it to be unlocked—surprising, considering his father was head of the police department—and she tentatively entered the home she had grown rather comfortable in over the last few months. At one time, she couldn’t point out on what side of the city Stiles lived on. Now she knew his house and its inner corners almost as well as her own.

“Stiles?” Lydia called out hopefully, ears waiting for a response.

Nothing. Pure silence. Maybe he had gone out for a walk? Or joined his dad at the station for lunch or to help with something?

The strawberry-blonde headed cautiously upstairs, listening for the smallest of sounds to alert her to his presence. He must be there. It sounded as though Stiles had done pretty much what the rest of them had—holed themselves up in their houses and shut out the world to deal with all that had happened. Although a likely answer, Lydia wasn’t sure what to expect.

No matter what broad spectrum of options she had mulled over, the one she came across was not it.

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Can I just say, Allison Argent was and always will be a hero.
Teen Wolf said it themselves.
A Hero Will Fall. That was Allison.

When it comes to Lydia now, she has lost her best friend. 

Her best friend.
Her sister.

When we first met Lydia, we never saw her with many friends, in fact she never mentions any whatsoever. 
She befriended a new girl in school, she gave her a chance, she put herself out there, invited Allison to parties, went over to her house.
She was her friend.

That bond only grew stronger as the seasons went on. 
She was the one who trusted and believed in Lydia, and Lydia trusted her with her life. 
These two girls were not just friends.

They were pack.
They were family.

Lydia did not care how long she’d be kept down there with the Nogitsune. She did not care that her friends wouldn’t come. She didn’t want them there because she knew, she felt it, she heard what was coming.

Lydia didn’t care that she was in danger with the Nogitsune. The only thing Lydia Martin cared about was that her best friend, her sister, Allison Argent was going to die and she could not stand that.

The pain she felt, the fear, the absolute and utter earth shattering fear she felt when she saw Stiles and Scott. The worst was going to come. 

Her best friend was going to die and she couldn’t warn them off. She couldn’t stop it.

She felt her friend’s life slip away. She felt that sword. She felt her friend’s last breath. 

And she did not just scream. She screamed Allison.

A part of Lydia died alongside Allison.

A part of the pack has died.

A part of the family has died.

R.I.P Allison Argent.
Hero.

Standing With The Devil

***You and the Nogitsune are reeking havoc on Beacon Hills***

Part 1  Part 2

You asked for it, now you gotta live with it. If you just imagined it, it wouldn’t have had to go down like this. 

WARNINGS- LOTS OF DEATH, EXTREME AMOUNTS OF DEATH.

Fire rises either side of you as you walk of the burning building. Hate and destruction the only things on your mind. You’ll tear this whole town apart. The Nogitsune smiles proudly at your work. Scott’s house is in flames. 

“What’s next?” You ask. You already destroyed the houses of every other pack member. You were hungry for destruction, never have you had a need as strong as this one.

“Now we wait.” He explains. He wears Stiles’ face but he couldn’t be more different to Stiles. Stiles was weak. Weaker than he thought you were. You turn and look down the end of the street. They’re here.

“(y/n)?” Lydia yells. Scott doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to what’s about to become a pile of ash. 

“Hiya.” You give Lydia a flirty little wave. The pack looks from Void Stiles to you and back again.

“Whatever you’ve done to her, stop it.” Kira demands.

“Oh please, I can make my own decisions.” You scoff.

“You’re doing this on purpose?” Scott questions finally turning away from his house. The blaze from the fire makes the night look eerie.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am, Scott.” You laugh, it’s sick and spiteful.

“My dad…” Allison’s eyes started tearing up and you throw her a condescending look of pity.

“If it makes you feel any better, his last words were ‘I love you Allison’. Well, that is if you don’t count the screaming.” You explain. The Nogitsune watches the whole exchange with an amused expression. Allison knocks an arrow and points it right at your heart. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being, you know that?” There’s that word again. Pathetic. You’re anger is inconceivable. You are by her by her so fast that she doesn’t get a chance to release her arrow. Your knife slides in through her sternum and out of her back. Her expression bemused.

“And those will be your last words. You should know, Allison, it’s not  very nice to call people names.” You whisper into her ear as you pull out the knife. Lydia screams, her death omen a little too late. Scott rushes to her side and the others look at you like they’ve never seen you before. 

It’s at that moment, Kira’s mom shows up with the Oni. I look to the Nogitsune and he smiles. We’d collected her last tail before we went on our little spree. He shows it to Mrs. Yukimura and wordlessly breaks it. The reinforcements are here. 

“Kill them.” He orders. You and the Oni obey. 

Lydia was the next to fall. Now her red hair hair wasn’t the only red thing fanning out around her head. One of the Oni had taken out Aiden, who was promptly followed my Ethan. Together forever, you mused. You and two Oni took down Derek, he fought to the very end, that one. Kira’s mom tried her hardest but she and her daughter were killed by her own pawns. Last but not least, Scott. He was still holding Allison. Cold, dead Allison. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“Why?” He sobbed.

“I’m not weak. Look how quickly you and your friends fall but see me? I’m going to keep going. You won’t be able to call me weak again.” You explained. His expression showed a tinge of confusion but still was widely encased with grief.

“We never called you weak.” He mumbled and the Oni silence his lies with a wound similar to Allison’s.

You turned to the Nogitsune. He clapped your performance.

“Where do we go now?” You ask.

“I don’t know where I’ll go but you? You’ll go to prison.” He smiles.

“What?” You ask.

“You have something of mine.” You start coughing and choking. A little fly comes out and flies straight to the Nogitsune. Immediately, your feelings of hate fizzle. You look around and grief wells inside you, like nothing you’ve felt before.

“Never trust a fox.” The Nogitsune winks before disappearing into thin air.

And you’re left in the middle of the street, by a burning house and surrounded by friends you just murdered.