lydia fields

Self-Portrait. Lydia Field Emmet (American, 1866-1952). Oil on canvas. National Academy Museum, New York.

Emmet produced miniatures as well as full-scale portraits. Her sitters were men and women prominent in business, education, and society. Perhaps her most celebrated subject was Mrs. Herbert Hoover, whose official White House portrait she executed.

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Teen Wolf AU: Where Lydia is awarded the Fields Medal and lands on the cover of TIME, where they do a piece on her accomplishments and personal life.

Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

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Imagine being in a love triangle with Scott and Stiles.

——— Request for anon ———

“I love you, man, but I’m going to go for it with her,” Stiles shrugs after having discovered both he and Scott have the same feelings for you.

Scott nods in understanding before replying, “I’m not backing down either, Stiles.”

Stiles slaps Scott’s shoulder gently, giving him a friendly grip as they both look towards were you were talking and laughing with Lydia across the field, “Let the best man win, then.”


Aiden x Reader

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“So how’d your desperate attempt for love go?” Ethan asked his brother as he finally arrived in the changing rooms and tugged off his shirt.

“They think I’m going to get (Y/N) killed.” He huffed.

“Well, can you blame them?” Ethan teased until he saw his brother was genuinely upset.


“Why does it even matter what Stiles and Scott think?” Aiden slammed his locker shut and glared at it.


“Why don’t you sign up to the English thing, Mrs Martin’s looking for older students to help (Y/N)’s year.” Ethan shrugged.

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There’s something there that wasn’t there before. (Pt. 4)

Honestly I’m just really happy to see I have readers. Please don’t be shy let me know what you think, give me ideas for new fics or just message me to say hi!

*This is the stepping off point. From this chapter on things just keep getting steamier. xoxo

*Previous chapters HERE.

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The Captain-Scott McCall

Teen Wolf Imagine:#20 Prompt:#…None

Word Count: 1,153

Warnings: None?

A/n: I changed my mind on what one I wanted to do last minute…Just some cute/short/sweet imagine with Scott and some coach because he may be one of my favorite characters.


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Many Supernatural Television shows have an underline, sometimes undetected, story that the writer unconsciously places it to the main story line; the most recent one I picked up on, for my course work, was how most main characters on Teen Wolf stand for some sort of mental illness.

Scott McCall - Obsessive compulsive disorder 

Scott McCall is represented as an OCD, because he is obsessive over having everything go to plans, he usually lashes out or breaks down when something doesn’t go to plan.  In the pilot episode when Stiles tries his best to get Scott to understand that something is terribly wrong with him, Scott lashes out at his friend because he wants to go on the date with Allison and he won’t let anything get in the way, that was his set plan and he couldn’t let anything change that. In season 3B, even though Kira’s Mum and a lot of other characters, including Stiles, believed there was no way to kill Void without killing Stiles, Scott would retaliate by telling them that there was a way and that he would find it – since he was four, Stiles has been a part of his life and Scott can’t picture life without him. After Allison’s death, Scott obviously mourns, but he also acts different because she was a set part of all his plans and without her, all his ideas seemed to fade into nothing. Most recently in the trailer for season six, it is quite clear that Scott dislikes not having the memory of Stiles, as without the memory of everything Stiles did for Scott, Scott’s mind is confused.

Stiles Stilinski - Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

They’re a lot of fan theories and headcanons that include Stiles having ADHD. Stiles shows off a lot of characteristics of someone with ADHD, ranging from his hypersensitivity to his over-talkative nature. Stiles is not an organized person, his room is full of many pieces of evidence and many pieces of rope, no one can understand the sequence apart from him because it was born from his mind. Stiles is also happy to join in with any werewolf activity because he gets easily bored when he is stuck doing something for too long. Stiles is also a daydreamer, especially when Void takes over him, but in this circumstance, Void could have been representing a jump in his ADHD, after running after wolves for so long, Stiles’s mind took a toll and therefore the ADHD got worse. Stiles is also seen as impatient, fidgety and he sometimes blurts out inappropriate comments.

Lydia Martin – Hyperacusis

This isn’t as common as OCD and ADHD, but Lydia most definitely represents Hyperacusis.  This illness consists of being anxious, tense and instantly uncomfortable around loud noises. Hyperacusis affects all ages, but it is more common in adolescence (ages 9 to 18,) so when Peter attacks Lydia on the Lacrosse field and trigger the Banshee inside her, this could be a symbol for Hyperacusis. As a Banshee, Lydia often hears noises in her head that drive her insane, to rid herself of them, she cups her hands over her ears to escape the noise, someone with Hyperacusis will also do this to escape noises.

Allison Argent - Schizophrenia

Similarly to Stiles, Allison went through a stage of being someone, who wasn’t the Allison we all knew and loved. In season two, Allison turned dark after the death of her Mother, she became a completely new person, often people believe schizophrenia is split personality, but this is false information. Dark Allison is not a different person, is the same girl, but she was twisted into thinking that her Mother’s death was pre-planned by Derek; people who suffer from schizophrenia often believe that their reality is 100% real and nothing can change their view. After the events of 3A, Allison starts having hallucinations of her Aunt and hearing sounds that don’t really exist. Other the three seasons she was in, her behaviour changed a lot and considering those three seasons was set of the course of eleven months, her change in personality was drastic.

That’s it for today; tomorrow we will be seeing what Isaac, Malia, Liam, Kira and Derek all stand for – stay tuned.



Alumni Games

Paring(s): Pack x Reader, Scott x Sister! Reader

The rest of the pack who doesn’t play Lacrosse is seated on the bleachers as the Alumni and current Lacrosse teams are lined up on the field.

Lydia: *turns to Melissa* Who are you gonna cheer for?

Melissa: Both my babies, *whispers* though probably Y/N, she’s probably gonna win.

Malis: Wow, favoritism much?

~After the game~

Y/N: *Pulls off helmet* Told you I’d win Scottie!

Scott: Wha-how?

Stiles: Dude, she’s the one who taught us the basics of Lacrosse.

Coach Finstock: *Walks by and pats Y/N’s shoulder* Still got it in ya #10.

Kira: How did you get so good? *whispers* Besides being a werewolf.

Y/N: Well, after playing for 18 years (you’re 25), I assume that I’m good.

Malia: *pops up behind Kira* Can you teach Stiles how to be decent?

Y/N: Probably.

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All I Need Is A Whisper: Chapter Two

Submitted by: kingdomuponruins

Description: “Why would someone transfer colleges their senior year? It’s sketchy.” Stiles asks Scott.

“I don’t know, but I like her,” Scott says while walking to the jeep. “And I think you do too.”

Stiles looks at Scott incredulously, “Sorry Scott, I’m not into spawns of Satan,” Stiles says. “Plus I have a girlfriend,” Stiles adds as an afterthought. Stiles was going to figure out the mysteriously evil, redheaded goddesses’s secrets no matter what the cost.

Or when Lydia transfers colleges her Senior year for reasons, and Stiles and Lydia hate each other (or do they?)

Rating: T

Genre: College!AU, Strangers!AU, Thriller

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The One With The Secret

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: Moving back to town and trying to reconnect with your friends is difficult when Scott, your ex boyfriend, is being a dick because you left without saying goodbye. It’s even more difficult when you witness him turn into a werewolf.

A/N: probably won’t be posting for a while - that is until teen wolf returns next month and my thirst returns with it xx

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“It was totally awesome,” you grin, tossing the last of your popcorn into your mouth before throwing out the bag.

Stiles shakes his head with a frown, “You’re insane.”

“Why? Because it was a chick flick?” you roll your eyes.

“No, because Ryan Reynolds only took his shirt off once! That’s crazy. If I looked like that, I’d be naked all the time.”

“Well, you could be naked all the time if you wanted,” you shrug, giving him a once over. Stiles nudges you playfully, “Shut up.”

“So, how are things back home?”

You shrug and take a sip of your milkshake, “The usual – mum’s always working.”

“And how is Kyle?”

You scrunch your nose up, “We broke up a while ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns as he stops walking and turns to face you.

“Because I haven’t seen you in month and I wanted to tell you the good news first.”

“What’s the good news?” he prods you curiously. You chuckles and push his hand away, “I’m moving back.”


“Yeah, my mum’s taking a promotion in New York so I’m moving in with my brother next semester.”

“Your brother? I haven’t seen him around, I figured he’d moved out of Beacon Hills.”

“He’s doing some science stuff that I don’t understand but he’s always at the lab. But it beats moving to New York with my mum, at least I know my way around Beacon Hills.”

Stiles’ excited grin slowly fades, “Does Scott know?”

“Given that we haven’t talked in a year… no,” you shake your head, “I was going to tell him at the game tomorrow night. Last one of the season, right?”

“You’re coming?” he asks with raised brows.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d come watch you play. Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“No,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders, “It’s great, I’m really glad you’re moving back.”

“I just hope Scott feels the same way,” you mumble under your breath.

Game day was always big in Beacon Hills. The bleachers were packed with supporters for both teams though Beacon Hills did have fair few more. You skim the stands for Stiles but instead spot Lydia sitting beside a dark haired girl.

“Lydia!” you wave at her. She stares at you with furrowed brows and then shoots up, waving you over.

“Omg y/n! What are you doing here?!” she squeals, throwing her arms around you as you reach her.

“I just came to watch the game,” you shrug, “I’m moving back over the break.”

“You’re not serious?!” she grins, bouncing on her heels, “Oh my god,” she gushes, shaking you slightly, “We are going to have so much fun. I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too,” you laugh.

“This is Allison, by the way,” she nods towards the dark haired girl, “Allison, this is y/n. I’m not sure if you remember her, she moved around when you transferred here. But now she’s back!” she squeals in excitement, taking your hands in hers.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Allison smiles, “Again,” she tilts her head, “I think I do remember you. You’re Scott’s ex, right? He told me about you.”

Your face drains and you nod, finally remembering why she looked so familiar, “And you’re Scott’s current girlfriend,” you stammer.

“Actually, we broke up too. I’m dating Isaac now, you’ll probably meet him after the game,” she smiles, turning back to the field. Lydia gives you a reassuring smile but you don’t feel any better – maybe returning was a huge mistake.

After all, you had left partially because of the break up. Despite growing up together and always being best friends, dating and breaking up with Scott had changed things – and the breakup had been messy. You didn’t understand why he had dumped you or how to fix things but when you realized he had a thing for Allison, everything became too painful and confusing, so, when your mum told you she was considering taking a job that would mean moving, you jumped at the opportunity. Once you had left, Stiles eventually told you that Scott had moved onto Allison and you were glad you had moved away, but it had been a year since then – you could get past it now and go back to being friends.

Or so you hoped.

Just as you’re about to sit down, you spot Stiles walking onto the field and rush over to him.

“Hey you,” you smile, your hands deep in your pockets as a wind sweeps across the field.

“Hey,” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug, “How does it feel to be back?”

“Kind of weird,” you shrug, “I met Scott’s ex. We’re thinking of starting a club.”

“Oh,” Stiles nods.

“Why didn’t you tell me they broke up?” you frown.

“It slipped my mind,” he mumbles though you’re sure there’s more to it, “Have you talked to Scott yet?”

“No, I didn’t want to blindside him. I was going to wait until after the game.”

“A little late for that,” Stiles mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks over your shoulder. You turn to find Scott and a blonde haired boy staring at you from the bench. Scott’s jaw clenches as he stands up and walks over, the boy following behind him.

“Y/N,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

“I just, uh – I –“

“She’s moving back to Beacon Hills so I invited her to the game,” Stiles says on your behalf. Scott shoots him a look and then turns back to you, “You look… different.”

“So do you,” you try to smile, “Captain off the lacrosse team, huh? Things sure have changed around here.”

“He’s co-captain, actually,” the blonde boy says, “I’m Isaac.”

“Hey Isaac,” you mumble turning back to Scott, “Anyways, I should get back to the stands.”

Stiles walks past you and drags Isaac back towards the field but Scott doesn’t move and instead stares at you with furrowed brows.

“You’ve changed,” he says softly, “You’re less…”


“That’s not what I was going to say.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s fine Scott,” you smile, “I know it’s weird that I’m back but I do hope we can get past… whatever it is that’s weird between us,” you say, unsure of what it was yourself, “Good luck,” you say, quickly returning to the stands. Scott stares at the floor as he walks off and mumbles something to Stiles before jogging onto the field.

The game is painful to watch from beginning to end – not only was Scott completely off his game but right at the end of the game, he’s knocked so hard to the floor that when he lands you’re sure the sound of his arm snapping echoes across the field.

You clap your hands over your mouth as a few players crowd around him, parting only when Stiles and Isaac help carry him off the field.

You rush down the side of the bleachers, meeting them as they head towards the locker rooms, “Is he okay?!”

“I’m fine,” Scott says, keeping his eyes pinned ahead.

“I heard your arm snap,” you say, studying him. He shifts slightly so that his arm is hidden behind Stiles.

“We gotta get back to the game, there’s still a few minutes left on the clock,” Isaac says, looking over his shoulder at the field, “We’ll catch up with you in the locker rooms after the game?”

Scott nods and you stare at them wide eyed.

“Wait, you guys are leaving? His arm is broken!”

The three of them exchange glances and you’re sure you see a small smirk on Stiles’ face.

“Why don’t you walk him to the locker rooms?” Isaac suggests, dragging Stiles away before you can get another word out.

“Great friends you got,” you say sarcastically, reaching for Scott’s arm. He yanks its away, “I can walk, I’m fine. Go back to the stands.” He shifts uncomfortably wishing you’d leave so he could just snap his arm back into place.

Unaware of his abilities, you roll your eyes and pull your arm around his shoulder anyway, helping him towards the locker rooms.

Scott slumps against the lockers when you walk in, “You can go now.”

“Let me find a first aid kit – maybe there’s some ointment or something,” you mumble, searching the cupboards.

You hear a crack and quickly rush back to Scott who is standing up, stretching his arms over his head, “I’m fine,” he waves his hands in your face, “See?”

You grab his arm so he stops moving it and prod it slightly, “It was all wonky and swollen a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t think so,” Scott shrugs, looking at it himself, “You can go now.”

“I was just trying to help,” you mumble, slinging your bag back over your shoulder and heading towards the door, “You don’t have to be such a dick.”

Scott sighs and pulls you back by the arm, “Sorry,” he mumbles, “Will I see you at the after party?”

“Probably not,” you shake your head, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

He bites his lip, “Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole it’s just – you caught me off guard. I had no idea you’d be here, Stiles didn’t tell me and I just – I was surprised, okay?”

“Good surprised?”

“What do you think? You left without telling me and didn’t talk to me for a year.”

“You dumped me and then started dating Allison!”

“I was trying to keep you safe!”

You stare at him, “What?” you ask in confusion.

He shakes his head, “It’s not important. We were friends before we dated, let’s just go back to that, okay? I don’t want things to be weird once school starts again.”

“I’d like that,” you nod. Scott smiles at you, this time genuinely, watching as you leave.

It had been a week since the after party and the game and you hadn’t seen Scott at all. Given it was term break, you weren’t surprised but you found yourself hoping you’d run into him each time you visited Stiles.

On your evening jog, you take a shortcut through the park so you can visit Stiles before heading back home but from across the park you spot a few cars outside his house. You duck behind a hedge as his front door swings open and Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison and Isaac all walk out in a hurry.

You feel kind of bummed out that you weren’t invited by try to work up the nerve to walk over casually, that is, until you see Scott crouch on all fours. You crane your neck trying to hear something – anything – but it was hard with the wind rustling all the trees in the park. If you stepped any closer they’d be able to see you.

Scott holds a sweater up to his face and inhales deeply before growling. He faces the park, his eyes glowing red and then bounds off in the opposite direction.

You clap a hand over your mouth.

What had you just seen?

Weird crap had always happened, growing up in beacon Hills – unexplainable things. But this? Your ex-boyfriend running off on all fours with glowing eyes, how does one explain that?

You squint, watching as Isaac follows after him while the rest of them climb into Lydia’s car and drive off.

There’s a knock at your door and you fumble off the couch to answer it.

“Scott?” you frown, rubbing your eyes. Seconds later you remember the events of earlier on in the night, “W-what are you doing here?” you stammer, backing away from him.

“Can I come in?”

“N-no - my brothers not home,” you shake your head, holding a hand out.

“Maybe that’s a good thing, I need to talk to you about something.” He walks towards you and you press a hand against his chest, pushing him back outside.

“In the morning, okay? It’s kind of late.” You try to shut the door but his hand shoots out, pushing it open, “Are you okay?” he asks, listening to your heartbeat race.

“I’m – I’m fine Scott, I just – we can talk later.”

“Is someone in here? Are you okay?” he shoves the door open and you scatter backwards, rushing upstairs.

“Y/N?!” he yells, following behind you. You slam your bedroom door shut and he rattles the handle, “Y/N, open the door! What’s going on?!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT SCOTT?!” you yell, scanning the room for a way out. If you jumped out the window, you’d break your neck landing on the grass.

“I – I just want to talk?! We haven’t really talked since you got back, I – I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, his voice strained. You pause for a minute, hesitating at the door. Even if he was telling the truth, whatever he was, it looked like he could hurt you.

“W-why’d you come alone? Where’s Stiles?”

“Stiles? Why would I bring Stiles?”

You hear a thud against the door.

“Scott, stop!”

“You’re scaring me! What’s going on?” he shouts, struggling with the door.

“I SAW YOU TONIGHT AT STILES’ HOUSE! I SAW YOU TURN INTO THAT THING!” you yell. Suddenly everything falls silent.


“Please just go Scott or I’m calling the cops!” you were crying now in choked sobs, trying to decide between throwing the door open and running downstairs but the thought of hurting Scott, even with whatever he was, was still out of the question.

You slide the shutter on your window up, sticking one leg over the ledge, “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, looking down.

Just as you’re about to get the other foot out, your door flies open and Scott rushes in, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the floor before flipping you around and pinning you down. You scream and struggle, kicking your legs about until they’re pinned under his weight.

“Hey, hey, stop!” he pleads, finally clapping a hand over yourr mouth, “I’m not going to hurt you just let me explain.”

You heave in a breath, waiting.

“I’m a werewolf,” he says, “A good werewolf though not – I don’t hurt people.”

You stop moving and just stare at him.

A werewolf? A fucking werewolf?

“It’s why I broke up with you. I got the bite and Derek kept saying that you’d get hurt if I stayed with you.”

“Bmg younjk dangj Alm-“ you mumble against his hand. He moves it away.

“But you dated Allison,” you repeat.

“Allison and I were never meant to happen – we didn’t last very long either, it’s a long story. The truth is, even with everything that happened I never stopped wanting to be with you and now you’re back…”

“Get off,” you mumble.


“Get off.”

Scott stands up and pulls you up but you quickly pull away from him, “You’re a werewolf,” the words come out clean and calm but you can feel your body shaking, “If you didn’t want to hurt me then why’d you pin me to the floor?” you ask, rubbing a bruise already forming on your arm.

“Because you would’ve died or been seriously hurt if you jumped out of your window,” he says with furrowed brows, inching slowly towards you, “I would never hurt you y/n, or anyone, werewolf or not. I didn’t ask for this to happen to me.”

“Well, at least now I know why you dumped me,” you try to laugh but it comes out all choked, “Scott, I need some time to think about all of this, I mean-“

“It’s a lot, I know but you can ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything because-“ he inhales sharply, “Because the reason I came over here is that I really want to give us another go, not just our friendship. And now that you know, it makes everything so much easier,” he smiles weakly.

“I’m not sure, Scott. I can’t even get my head around-“ you point to him.

He takes your hand in his, “This secret,” he says, “It kept us apart. I’m hoping it’s the thing that brings us back together.”

“You’re hoping that the fact you’re a werewolf brings us back together?” you scoff.

Noting your serious expression, he places a hand on your cheek, “Are you scared?”

You shake your head, “Not anymore. I have a lot of questions though.”

“If I answer all of them will you reconsider ‘us’?”

You nod, inhaling sharply.

“Then shoot,” he smiles despite looking nervous and on edge.

“You know in Twilight when Jacob changes and he turns into a wolf and his clothes just rip off – when he turns back is he just naked like do you guys just walk back home naked?”

Scott stares at you and then sighs, “T-that’s your question?” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “It’s going to be a long night.”