lydia was a witness to this



Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.

A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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okay, the kiss was everything I need for the rest of my life, but the hug though. The way Stiles presses his face into her hair and holds onto her so tightly. His arms are literally completely around her. It’s the most beautiful embrace my eyes have ever witnessed.

SH fix it

@shadowhunters-official has a lot of loose strings and I’m upset with s2 as a whole to be perfectly honest. What I’d like to see happen:

  1. Simon works on who he is as a person and learns to appreciate the people who love and help him
  2. Raphael is no longer the show’s personal punching bag (no more abuse)
  3. Izzy saves herself from addiction with the help and support of her family and friends
  4. Clary stops sabotaging and controlling everyone around her, she remains single until she can work through her issues
  5. Luke is allowed to properly grieve over Jocelyn and doesn’t have to deal with Cleo and Clary’s nonsense 
  6. Valentine is killed off for good
  7. Jace begins to heal his emotional wounds and Maryese hugs him often, she mothers him a lot. He is allowed to move back into the institute
  8. Maryese learns to accept Magnus in her son’s life and copes from her husband cheating on her, Izzy dotes on her 
  9. Alec learns to use his words instead of his hands when there’s a conflict and he and Magnus talk it out like adults when they have a disagreement, they have consensual sex where he doesn’t push Magnus into the bedroom when Magnus clearly wants to discuss it first
  10. Aldertree is punished for his crimes and Izzy and Raphael are there to witness his shame
  11. Izzy apologizes to Raphael’s clan for her actions in s1 
  12. Lydia steps up as the new Institute leader and is damn good at it 
  13. Meliorn returns and has parts outside of just being used by Isabelle Lightwood
  14. Izzy stops manipulating others into getting what she wants and understands No means no 
  15. Maia has a bigger speaking role and story outside of a romantic plotline (let her geek and boss ass bitch wolf side show, show her interacting with the pack and laughing)
  16. Simon finally apologizes (profusely) to Raphael for betraying him, treating him like garbage, blaming him for everything. He goes home to DuMort (if the clan is okay with it) 
  17. Elaine Lewis’ alcoholism is addressed and her children are there to help her overcome it, they visit more often, she and Raphael have more scenes together
  18. Magnus and Raphael bond over their past traumas 
  19. Lily and the female vampires get speaking roles 
  20. Izzy and Clary make nice with one another 
  21. The creepy surrogate lady goes poof because she was okay with essentially letting Clary get raped
  22. Alec and Magnus adopt the little girl with the gills (when they’re ready for that step as a couple) 
  23. Downworlders are treated with respect and dignity by the shadow world 
  24. Minority characters are given storylines that don’t include being a glorified drug dealer (Raphael) or the person who constantly has to pick up after everyone’s messes (Magnus)
  25. No more white savior complex (aka Clary ‘fixing’ things for Luke/Cleo) 
  26. Clace needs to either be eliminated or greatly repaired (let’s do away with the sibling storyline)
  27. Simon makes peace with being a vampire and is okay with it 
  28. The vampires, shadowhunters and wolves learn to tolerate one another
  29. Magnus gets to throw a lavish party that goes exactly as planned, he is thanked for his efforts
  30. Queer ships are no longer ambiguous and are not used to garner views without going through with it 
  31. Clary apologizes to everyone she has hurt 
  32. Raphael apologizes to Simon over the whole Kill them thing 
  33. Simon and Magnus screen time (pals)
  34. Allow Izzy to go to the Iron Sisters and fulfill her childhood dream 
  35. More religious!Simon and religious!Raphael as their religions are a huge part of who they are 
  36. The clave needs to be broken down and rebuilt (by Lydia) 
  37. No more of Raphael physically pushing Simon around 
  38. Elaine Lewis finally gets that family dinner with Clary, Raphael and Simon (she makes pot roast)
  39. Elaine learns of Jocelyn’s death and grieves 
  40. Simon comes out as both pansexual and a vamp and his family accepts him (after the shock of the revelations) 
  41. More scenes involving Magnus being a bad ass old as the hills warlock
  42. Camille’s abuse of Simon, Magnus and Raphael is addressed and understood that it’s not okay 
  43. Magnus and Alec are given some well earned fluffy boyfriend storylines without drama 
  44. Maia and Luke scenes 
  45. Raphael’s sexuality is mentioned and treated with respect 
  46. Raphael and Simon speak in their native language more 
  47. Add on? 
Crawl Home To Her - Part 3 - Smut

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,983
AN: I finally finished it! It’s so fluffy I’m terrible at fluff, don’t judge me. xoxoxox Thanks to @writing-obrien for her help as usual. Also I don’t pretend to know anything about the judicial system so forgive me if I got things fucked up and just enjoy the smut. lol.

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In the next few months, everything became an easy routine for the two of you. You woke up together, wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs in his bed. Sometimes you’d just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. Most times he’d fuck you slow, his face buried in your neck. He’d shower, you’d make breakfast, he’d go to work, and you’d keep yourself busy, studying for your GED, reading a book, getting lost on the internet, shopping with Lydia.

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Word By Word - Cobrilee - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

The Accident- Pack imagine

Originally posted by queenbanshee

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she’s pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

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light in the dark // stiles stilinski pt. 2

Summary: Y/N makes a deal with the nogitsune to save Stiles

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no, mature language & topics throughout 


He didn’t know how long he had been sitting in the lobby, but he knew it must have been awhile. Counting the soft ticks from the clock on the other side of the room was his only way of telling how much time had actually passed.

Despite Melissa practically forcing him to eat something when Scott had bought him to the hospital earlier that morning, he hadn’t eaten all day. His stomach grumbled but he ignored it as his eyes wandered around the room.

Lydia sat across from him, whispering things to Kira every now and then. Scott sat next to him, bouncing his knee and staring at his thumbs. He couldn’t help but feel like this was his fault. He lead the nogistune right to her and because of him, she had been in a coma for the past 10 hours completely unconscious. 

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Promise #1

HI guys! This is my very first imagine, so I hope you like it! If you have any suggestions on improvements, msg me! x

This is a bit long, sorry!

Requests are open! I only do Teen Wolf right now, Sorry!


Originally posted by amphitritebelle

“Promise me that you’ll come home safe.” You said to your boyfriend, who was about to leave to meet up with Lydia after she texted him, saying they should meet at the library.

Scott turns around and smiles at you. “Don’t worry love, I’m a true alpha. I promise.” He kisses you on the forehead before leaving. 

You were suspicious of the text Lydia sent to him. You didn’t have to be a banshee to know something bad is about to happen. You were scared that Scott would get hurt or worse: die. Scott always knew what you were thinking. But this time, it was different. He didn’t ask about it. Sometimes I felt that he cared about his friends more than he cared about me. 

He promised he would come home safe and with that promise you were able to put all the thoughts aside. Until you got a call from Mason.

“Y/N! I need your help! I don’t know where Liam is but Hayden is dying!“ 

“Mason, calm down. I’m on my way.” You hang up and quickly grab your keys. When you arrived, Melissa and Mason were there. 

“I don’t think she can make it. You guys have to find Liam.” You nodded. 

“Scott went to the library so maybe we could ask him to find his beta?” Mason nods and the two of you head out. 

Mason was ahead of you when your car suddenly broke down. You gestured Mason to keep going. When he was gone, you called a tow truck. A tow truck arrived in ten minutes. You were left stranded after the tow truck took your car. That’s when you felt something. Something bad was happening. You felt it so you ran towards the library. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you got there. Scott was in the middle of the room with blood all over his face. 

“Scott?” You whispered. Tears threatened to fall.  

“Y/N. I’m sorry.” Mason said to you. You ran up to Scott’s body.

“NO! SCOTT! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULD COME BACK SAFE AND SOUND! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME! PLEASE DON’T LIE TO ME! SCOTT, WAKE UP PLEASE! YOU CAN’T BE DEAD. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WITHOUT YOU? SCOTT PLEASE WAKE UP. I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON’T GO…” You cried. You were so upset that you didn’t even realize Melissa was there and was trying to do CPR on him. Melissa hits him in the chest very hard and Scott wakes up and roars. He slowly sits up. The first thing he notices was you crying. He reaches out to hug you. You hug him back. 

“Don’t cry y/n, I’m right here. I promised you that I’ll come home safe. And I never break my promise. Because I love you, and I care for you, more than anything else.” He wipes your tears away while you wipe the blood on his face away. He caresses you cheek before kissing you deeply. 

“I love you, Scott Mccall.” I mumble between kisses. 

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. And I promise you, that I’ll come home safe after every dangerous journey I have.” All you had to hear was that and you instantly forgot about every worry. Scott Mccall was a hero and you were deeply in love with a hero.


Originally posted by iwouldgiveyouthebite

“Promise me you’ll love her as much as you loved me.” You said to your ex-boyfriend, Stiles. He told you he wanted to ask Lydia out and he needed you approval as you were Lydia’s best friend. 

“I promise y/n, I’ll love her as much as I loved you.” He said smiling sadly, before he left your house. When the door closed, you fell to the ground. You had just lost the love of life and now you’re giving him to your best friend. The two of you broke up because you were growing apart and never had time to be alone together. You were glad nobody was home to watch you breakdown.

You cried for days when you were at home. When you got home from school, you would lock yourself in your room and cried. Your mom tried to comfort you but you pushed her away. Nobody realized that you were broken on the inside. Everyday, you walked to school with a smile on your face, greeted your teachers and classmates happily. But you were faking everything. At lunch, you sat with the pack. Scott was flirting with Kira, Liam was flirrting with Hayden, Mason was flirting with Corey and Stiles… Oh god, he was flirting with your best friend. Your friends were all happy and in love, but you weren’t. Every single day you saw the same thing, kissing, flirting. And you hated it.

A few weeks later, at a pack meeting, you witnessed Stiles kiss Lydia. It was almost a make-out. It broke your heart and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“um.. I’m sorry guys, I have to go.” You said grabbing your things and hurrying out the door. 

“Y/n wait.” You heard Scott. You didn’t listen. You just walked out. You got in your car and drove home. Once you got home, you ran straight to your room, but forgetting to lock it. You broke down. 

“Honey, are you alright?” You heard your mom ask. You shake your head.

“Awh honey, tell me what’s wrong. I’m getting worried about you.”

And you told her, everything. From the day you fell in love with Stiles Stilinski to the day you pushed him out of your life. Your mom knew how you were feeling and she gave you advice. After a long talk, your mom finally left you in peace. Your tears had dried up and sat there, staring at nothing. Your stomach growled. You headed downstairs to find some food when someone knocked at the door.

“Mom, I’ll get the door.” You yelled. When you opened the door, Stiles Stilinski was there.


“What are you doing here?” 

“Scott told me to check up on you.” 

“It could’ve been anyone, why you?”

“B-because I live the closest to you.”

“Whatever. Look Stiles, I’m okay. You can go now.” You try to close the door but Stiles stops you.

“Y/n who’s at the do- Oh Stiles! Come on in!” Your mom said. Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore.

“See you at school then.” You told Stiles and headed up the stairs. 

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” You sighed and turned back around. 

“What?” You snapped. 

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been distant from all of us, especially Lydia, your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” You stated.

“Y/n, I know you and this isn’t you. What happened to the real you? The one who’s always bubbly and happy? The one that enjoys her life?”

“You think I don’t enjoy my life?” You question. “Is it my fault that everyone around me is happy and in love while I’m just here watching the love of my life be happy with my best friend? Of course, I’m okay with my ex-boyfriend dating my best friend because I’m the one who pushed them together. Everyone around me is happy and I have no one. I already lost the love of my life and I’m losing my best friend too so why not just lose everyone?”

“Wait what?”

“I’m happy to see you moved on, and I’m happy my best friend has you. But it just breaks my heart to see you with her because I never stopped loving you and god, would I ever stop?” Tears threatened to fall, but you managed to stay strong. “Please just leave. If you want me to be the real me, just leave and never come back in my life again.” And then you headed back up to your room, where you locked yourself in for the rest of the night. 

The next few days, you stayed home. You declined phone calls from your friends and ignored their texts. Everyone was worried about you. But you didn’t want to see anymore lovebirds. You were tired of life, tired of living. Until one Friday night.

You were home alone as your mom had a night shift, and you were watching TV, when you heard someone knock on the door. You get up to open it and it revealed a Stiles Stilinski.

“What do you want again?” You said, annoyed. He walks in. 

“I was checking up on you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for concerning.”

“Good.” There was an awkward moment of silence.”I broke the promise.” You raise you eyebrows. 


“I once promised you that I’ll love Lydia as much as I loved you. But I broke it because I kinda… broke up with her.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” You shouted, standing up furiously. “Listen up, if you hurt my best friend, I will-” 

“Wait, I broke up with her because I couldn’t love her the same way I loved you!”


“I still love you Y/N. I always did and I always will.” Shocked at what he just said, you tumbled back, almost falling on top of the coffee table if Stiles didn’t grab your arm in time.

“Hold on.” You hurried into the washroom. As you washed your face, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You questioned yourself. Do you really love Stiles? Flashing back to all the memories you had with him, you found your answer. You ran out of the washroom. “I love you too.” You said, running up to Stiles and kissing him. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” you mumbled between kisses. 

At last, you were home. You were happy. There was nothing more you wanted than to be in Stiles Stilinski’s arms everyday.


Originally posted by inveens

a/n: this ones a long one sorry!

“Promise me you’ll come back to Beacon Hills.” You said to Isaac, who was leaving with Chris Argent to France. You had a huge crush on Isaac ever since he became part of Scott’s pack. Unfortunately, he liked Allison, who had died saving her friends. You and Isaac were close like best friends.

“I’ll be back y/n, I promise.” He smiles before leaving with Chris. You stood outside the door, waving at them. You may have looked happy, but that didn’t fool your twin brother Stiles. 

“Y/n, there are plenty fish in the sea. You don’t have to go after one only.” Stiles states from behind you. You tell your brother everything. He was the first to know when you were bit by Scott. Stiles was mad when he heard it, but calmed down when you told him it was to save your life. You sighed at him.

“Go away, Stiles.” Then, you headed towards your room.Weirdly, Stiles didn’t retaliate.

It has been one year since Isaac left with Chris. The pack was facing the deadpool. Scott had a new beta, Liam, who became your best friend instantly on the day he was bitten. You still remember how it happened:

“Stiles, Y/n. You made it.”

“Like I said, I told my dad everything I could.” Stiles explained

“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?” 

“You barely told us about Liam. What did you do with him anyway?”

“He’s upstairs.” 

“Doing what?” I asked.

“Lying down.”

Scott led the two of you into his bathroom where a young boy was tied up in duck tape. Stiles reminds Scott that his plans suck and gets Liam onto a chair.

“Liam, we’re going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay.” You said and took off the tape.

"Okay, Liam, now you’ve seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?” Stiles said.

“Not really.” 

“Stiles, you’re confusing him.” You told your brother.

“Good. That’s good.” 

“I don’t understand either.” Scott stated. You mentally face-palmed.  

“Maybe you should tell him.” Stiles decided, looking at me.

"Tell me what?” 

"Liam… What happened to you, what Scott did to you, which he had to do in order to save you, it’s going to change you.”  You said calmly.

"Unless it kills you. Shouldn’t have said that.”  You shoot a death glare at your brother.

"What?” Liam starts to cry.

“Liam, hon, its okay. You’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna die.” 

“Probably not.” You send another death glare towards Stiles.

“Stop it Stiles. Guys, help me untie him.” The three of you untied him. “Liam? Are you okay?” Liam got up and grabbed the chair, swinging it at Scott. I stand in shock of what just happened.

“Liam, what the hell is your…” Liam punches Stiles in his face. I stifle a laugh before Liam grabs me and runs out the room together. We made it to the end of the hallway when Liam noticed that his ankle has healed. You giggle.

“You shouldn’t have done that. But it was fun. You are my new best friend from now on.” Stiles and Scott tumble out of the room, chasing after Liam. They all fall down the stairs. Liam manages to escape them as I follow him. Looking back, I see the boys all tangled up with each other. You laugh.


“Oh, Its y/n.” You smile.  That was how your friendship came to be.

Right now, you were all worried about the dead pool.  You and Liam were both worth $9M. You had totally forgotten about Isaac. Well, until he came back.

It was as Liam’s first lacrosse game after he transferred. You sat at the bleachers cheering for your best friend, your brother and your alpha, even though they were losing badly to Devenford Prep. You took notice in the guy Liam hated, Brett Talbot. He was cute. Your eyes wandered to another boy wearing a scarf. He looked familiar but you couldn’t recognize him. He looked towards the bleachers and made eye contact with you. He smiles and waves. Confused, you head towards him.

“Hey, do I know you?” You ask. He smiles.

“Lahey, Isaac Lahey.” Your eyes widen. “There we go, Now you remember me.”

“W-what? H-how? Why are you b-back?” You stutter at your words. He grins.

“Well, I promise someone a year ago that I would come back to Beacon Hills. Plus I was getting bored in France.”

“Hey you, Lahey! You’re back! Now go get dressed and play!” the coach suddenly yells at Isaac. 

“Wait w-what? N-No, I’m only here to watch, not to play. Coach I-I can’t!”

“Too bad Lahey! Get on the field!”

“ahh god damn it. I can’t, I just can’t. I’m not ready. It’s too much!” He says. 

“Isaac, calm down.”

“You don’t understand Y/n! I can’t, I’m not ready!”

“Shhh, Isaac, breathe. Calm down”

“I just can’t -” You grab his cheeks.

“Shhh, Isaac, everything is gonna be okay. Breathe.” The distance between you and him was small. You stared into Isaac’s eyes. Beautiful eyes but they had nervousness in it. You can smell how anxious he was. You feel your heart beat quicken.

“What if.. I embarrass myself.  What if I-” You kissed him before he even finished his sentence. Your heart was beating like a drum. When you kissed, him, you felt fireworks. Everything around the two of you stopped. It wasn’t until Coach blew his whistle at us did you guys stop.

“Lahey, get you ass out there.” He yells. Using my hearing abilities, I am able to hear Coach mumble, “Teenagers and their stupid hormonal self.” I laugh and look back towards Isaac. You blush.

“You can do it, Isaac. I believe in you.” You told him seriously, before running back to your seat, smiling like a doofus. When you sat down, you saw Stiles gesturing towards you. You sighed and went towards him. Liam and Scott came too.

“I’m disappointed y/n.” you look at your brother in confusion.

“Yea y/n, you never did that to me.” Liam pouted. You look at him in confusion. Scott laughs. 

“I think you’re confusing her.” Still confused, you turn to Liam.

“So you can have a full-on make out with that Lahey dude, but you won’t even give me a good luck kiss. I’m hurt.” Liam explains, crossing his arms. You roll your eyes and kissed Liam on the cheek.

“There. Are you happy now?” He shakes his head. You giggle and then give him a big hug. He hugs back. He starts to shower me with kisses all over your head.

“Stay away from my sister, Dunbar.” Stiles shouts, pulling us away. 

“Stilinski, Mccall, Dunbar. Get out there!” Coach shouts at the boys. You grin as you push them onto the field.

“Wait, y/n I love you.” Liam states before getting on. you blush faintly, even though you knew he meant it as a friendly way.

“I love you too loser.” you whispered. You knew he heard you when he looks at you with a smile on his face.

The game has finally ended. Beacon Hills lost. You were waiting for the boys outside the locker room when Isaac came out. 

“Hey y/n. I have a question to ask you.” You faintly smile, thinking about your kiss.

“Would you like to go out with me?” He says quickly.”Um, you don’t have to say yes. I mean, I’m fine if you rejected me. Because it’s okay if you don’t like me that way. I was just thinking ever since I left, about you. And I realized that I loved you more than a friend. I don’t know-”

“Of course, I would love to go out with you. I liked you since you became part of Scott’s pack.” You smile. One of your dreams had come true. From them on, you and Isaac started dating. You’ve never been more in love. Although, Liam was jealous of you and him as you ditched Liam for your boyfriend, he never been more happy for you. Everything changed in your eyes and nothing worried you when you were with him.

Part 2 with Liam, Theo and Brett? I already have it ready to start writing so It will come out but I just wanted all your suggestions

Night Falls: Chapter 18

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 5,284


A/N: Gird your lions, friends. I have a feeling you don’t know what’s coming. 

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You had decided to call it an early night that night, not wanting to face Dean any more than you had to. 

You got it. It was his job to protect you, and he wasn’t doing that when he was busy doing you. But if he was mad at himself, then that was his own problem, not yours. 

When he didn’t want you, sure, it made your chest tighten but you weren’t going to push him, risking what you thought would be further embarrassment. No one made him rush up those stairs after you and pin you against your door. He made that choice–whether good or bad–and he had to live with it.

And for Christ’s sake, it was sex. It wasn’t like you two had killed anyone. And no one had showed up to kill you, so all was fine.

Or so you thought.

Dean was gone by the time you woke up the next morning, and when Cas arrived for his night shift, he showed up with a new partner–Benjamin–a man older than Cas with ashy skin and graying hair. He spoke quietly but with surety, and when you asked Cas where Dean was, you were informed that he was working overtime at the bureau getting ready for the trial on Monday, making sure all necessary precautions were in place.


Not that you doubted that, but Cas had no idea that Dean was clearly trying to avoid you. 

It made your jaw clench and head shake. For the first time since it happened, you actually regretted sleeping with him. What had been such a great moment was squashed and destroyed by the fact that Dean didn’t want to even see you anymore. 

You should never have made a move. You should have let things be. Sure, he finished it, but you had started it, and clearly that was a mistake. Because whatever it was that seemed to be growing between you two was now dead. 

The saving grace to it all was that the trial was quickly approaching and this would all be over soon, and you would never have to see him again. 

But as the weekend rolled on, there was a constant a sense of dread in your stomach. Reality had finally set in about what would happen Monday morning as Cas explained protocols–from the moment you left this house, until you were on the stand, you would be in a bulletproof vest with the bold FBI letters stitched across it. Before you even arrived to the courthouse, you would change cars, and do so again once you left, making sure that you weren’t being followed. While waiting to give your testimony, there would be several FBI agents escorting you around the courthouse. There would even be several female agents around so that you were never alone, not even in the bathroom. 

By Sunday night, you were mere hours away from seeing Zazel again and being put on the stand. You forced yourself to replay the night in the parking garage, and the day at the flee market, remembering exactly what got you into this mess so that you could end it once and for all. You tried to once again find that fire that had burned inside you, the rage towards Zazel for ruining your life that helped you hold your head high and your will steel, but as the hours ticked by, your determination was waning.

You briefly wondered if Crowley would be there, but you doubted it. Though you had no idea what he looked like, you assumed the FBI did–but what if they didn’t? What if he sat in court as an unassuming spectator? What if he finally saw the woman who was threatening his empire–helping the man that had been trying to take him down since the moment his mother was murdered? Would he try anything? Or just stare you down while you were none the wiser?

You really didn’t know much about Crowley, though you knew enough by now that you were going to be challenging a man who had been spending the last three decades building a criminal empire that hadn’t been challenged until now. 

Way to put a fucking target on your back.

There was still no guarantee that once the trial was over, and Zazel was-assuming–found guilty, that you would be able to return to your normal life. There was no promise that just because you finally held up your end of the deal, that you would get the happy-ever-after you so naively believed was waiting for you at the end of this ordeal when you signed your witness statement. 

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t playing by the FBI’s rules. You were playing by Crowley’s. 

Tomorrow morning you would take the stand, revealing yourself to the world. There was a fair chance that Crowley would come after you, and if that happened, there would be no returning to your normal life. You would be thrown into witness protection, given a new name, a new job, a whole new life where Y/F/N Y/L/N never existed. 

You would never see your parents again, or be by your sister’s side once she finally got married, or sit on the sidelines and cheer her on as she walked across the stage as Doctor Lydia Y/L/N. You would miss Mike’s child–who was due only two months from now–or any nieces or nephews that would come after. Your life would be snatched away, with no chance of ever going back. 

And as you in bed that night, you can’t stop the tears from prickling your eyes. With no one around to be strong for, you let yourself be weak. Because once you leave this room, you had to show the world that Zazel didn’t scare you, that Crowley was nothing but a name, and you, without a single doubt in your mind, would be there to take them down. You Y/F/N Y/L/N.

But no matter how much you tried to reassure yourself that tomorrow would go exactly as Dean had been promising since the day he knocked on your door, that tomorrow would finally bring an end to this living nightmare, you couldn’t stop the gnawing fear in your stomach that this was far from over.

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ok but what if malec get married on the anniversary of their first kiss? “exactly 5 years ago i almost got married,,, to a woman!” *the crowd gasps* “shocking, i know! but then this man stormed in all like ‘sorry am i late to the party?’, told my mum to fuck off and gave me the chance to make the best choice i ever made in my entire life. to choose myself. to choose love. to choose this handsome man right here. i am a lucky man, i know!” *laughs* “of course, lydia is a lovely woman and im glad she’s happy with her wife lindsay now but she wasn’t really,,, my type, to say the least. but this man is. Absolutely. my type. and i wanna spend the rest of my life with him. i know some of you might be wondering why we’re even getting married since according to my blonde brother jace here we’re 'already a disgustingly cute old-married couple that is raising 83727 kids together anyways’” *everyone laughs* “but still,,, i wanna make it official. i want everyone to be the witness of this. to witness how much i love this man. also, i really wanna be able to legally call him my husband, so there’s that”*everyone has put their hands on their hearts in awe & is smiling*

Maybe We Will - Theo Raeken

@justnormalgirlwithbigdreams So sorry for the big delay in posting this imagine! I’ve had a lot of stuff going on for months and had exams! I hope you like this fluffy and sort of smutty Theo imagine you requested! :) xx Thank you!

The wind was violently forcing my hair to fly into my face, my eyes and my mouth, distracting me from the book in my hands, making it virtually impossible to completely concentrate on my reading. I knew it would be easier to just sit inside and do my work, but the truth was I liked sitting outside on the bleachers during lacrosse practice. The fresh air cleared my head, and seeing my friends, Scott, Stiles and Liam practicing gave me a few laughs every now and then. By some miracle, every single time I looked up one of them fell over, or just made an ass of themselves.

I was usually accompanied by Lydia, Kira and Malia, but since Kira joined the team too, it was just the three of us.

And there, as always, stood Theo Raeken, leaning against the railing, acting all “bad-boy”ish.

Every time he was around, Liam and Stiles always sneered at him.

I mean, I never really understood what was wrong with Theo- I didn’t really know him, only what I had been told. He’s bad news, he’s a liar, he’s manipulative, he tried to tear us apart.

I didn’t really understand why they acted as if he had killed someone, like he was a criminal or murderer of some kind- he’s just a kid like the rest of us, right?

But apart from all that, I had simply made up my own mind to stay away from him. Even though what the guys had told me was most likely exaggerated, I knew that there must be some sort of truth at the heart of it, so I played it safe and stayed away.

“What’s on your mind?” Malia asked me with a concerned look on her face.

“Huh?” I snapped out of my daze and turned to my tall friend sitting next to me. “Oh, nothing, sorry. I was just day dreaming.”

“About Liam?” Malia laughed.

“What?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well, you were staring at him that whole time…” she pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… I just zoned out.” I laughed.

“You apologised like twice just then. It’s cool.” she laughed with me.

I looked down at the book in my hands, realising I wasn’t going to read any time soon and that I should probably head home and actually do something.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go home.” I said.

“Ok, well I’ll see you later! Text me, yeah?” Malia responded.

I smiled her way and began walking down the stairs, passing where Theo was before, realising he was gone now.

I reached into my pocket to check the time on my phone, only to feel around the material and realise that it was missing.

“Oh, crap.” I said under my breath.

I realised I must had left it in my locker before I went to the lacrosse field.

I turned myself around and began walking back to the school building, entering through the doors and making my way to my locker.

When I reached my locker, I unlocked it and immediately saw my phone lying in there. It had probably slipped out of my bag.

I grabbed it and closed the door, walking back at a fast pace.

The halls were deserted, silent and empty- seeing as school had finished and the only people that remained were at the lacrosse field… It was quite creepy when I thought about it, but I tried to ignore the eerie atmosphere and continue walking… until I heard a bang from behind me. It sounded like it had come from another hallway. I stopped in my tracks.

I was frozen, waiting to hear if the sound returned, and it did. I rapidly turned around and began to slowly walk in the direction of the noise, trying to convince myself that it was just some people that stayed behind, or even a teacher.

I turned the corner and walked carefully. “Hello?” I called out.

I felt like I was in a horror movie, and this was the scene where the girl that calls out “Hello?” gets killed by the masked murderer. I gulped, hoping that this was all in my head.

“Someone there?” the bang returned and I called out.

Then I heard something scurrying behind me. I turned around immediately.

Then I heard something from the other side again, so I turned to face that instead.

A shadow began emerging from around the next corner, behind some lockers, creeping out slowly…

I began to walk back slowly, because this was no ordinary shadow… it was big… bigger than a person.

I couldn’t help but stare as I walked backwards, curious at what… or who this shadow belonged to.

Then it came out- a giant, black beast.

I froze.

It let out a loud roar that I swear could have sent me flying all the way across the hall into the wall.

I screamed and ran, turning around.

“HELP ME!” I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me. “SOMEONE, PLEASE!” Then I was knocked off my feet and into the ground, sliding into some lockers.

The beast slowly crept up to me, roaring and growling in my direction.

I tried backing off as much as I could, but it was no use. I was cornered and this thing was going to kill me.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them, before something else came into the room, releasing a loud roar from the entrance door.

I lifted my head up to look in the direction of the new sound, as did the beast…

There he was… it was him, Theo Raeken… but his eyes were golden, his face had morphed into something like an animal, he had fangs and he had claws… I stared in astonishment.

Theo ran towards the beast and launched at it, and at this, I once again covered my eyes.

After what felt like hours of roaring, hitting, slamming and fighting, I looked back up.

The room was silent, and the beast was gone. Theo was lying on the floor, lifting himself up, somehow still alive and seemingly in good enough condition to get up and walk over to me.

Theo bent down on his knees and placed a bruised and bleeding hand on my knee. “Are- are you ok, Y/N?” he asked, flinching, most likely from his own pain.

I nodded, not knowing what to say or do. I stared in his eyes, which had now returned to their natural state, as had the rest of him. “I didn’t know you knew my name.” I let out, before I could think.

He giggled weakly. “Of course I do.” he smiled.

“Theo, you just saved me…” I examined the wounds on his body and bruises on his face. I reached up and touched his cheek, gently stroking the dark purple mark on it. “Thank you…” I said.

“It’s no problem.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes deeply, trying to figure out how the hell they had changed colour only moments ago… “What are you, Theo?” I whispered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

Theo stayed silent and looked down.

Something inside me already knew the answer. From the animal qualities I had witnessed in him, I knew he must be… a werewolf…

“You’re a werewolf…” I said, in realisation. He looked up straight away, his hand squeezing my knee in response. I was right…

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Stiles came storming in, spotting me and Theo in the corner.

Scott, Liam, Malia, Kira and Lydia followed him in, all staring.

“Get away from her, Theo!” Liam yelled, marching towards Theo, who got up and ran away…

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I yelled, moving my body, lifting myself up.

“Because he’s dangerous!” Scott yelled back.

“He just saved my life, Scott!” I said. “How could he be dangerous if he kept me away from danger?” I argued.

Scott looked down silently for a moment. “Are you ok, Y/N?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I crossed my arms. “I’m sorry for yelling…”

“No- it’s ok. I’m glad you’re alright.” Scott smiled.

“We are too, Y/N.” Stiles added in. “All of us.” he walked towards me and threw my arm around his shoulder so he could help me walk out. “Let me take you home.”


A week had passed since the beast had attacked Theo and I, and I hadn’t been back at school yet.

I had woken up with the intention of going to school, but when I reached the parking lot, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car to go to class, so I got out and made my way to the lacrosse field. There was no one there. I simply stood in the middle of the field and just looked around, taking in the fresh air.

I looked back at the bleachers I had always sat on, and at the railing that Theo always leaned on, and to my surprise, he was there at that very moment.

“Theo?” I asked.

“Hey.” he said. I walked towards him, stopping at the bleachers.

He had completely healed- there wasn’t a single scratch or even a bruise…

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I said. “Just not feeling up to going to class.” I laughed, taking a step closer to him. “What about you? You’re completely healed…” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I heal fast…” he laughed.

“Because you’re a werewolf, yeah.” I laughed back, still in disbelief.

“How are you going with all that?” he asked with a sympathetic look.

“It’s crazy. But I’m fine… I’m just glad to be alive after that- thing attacked us.” I said.

Theo stood still, his stare fixed on me. I slid my arms around his waist and embraced him in a hug. “Thank you, again…” I whispered.

Theo’s arms wrapped around me tightly too. I felt his chest rise against mine as he inhaled deeply.

“What were you doing there anyway? How did you find me?” I asked, pulling away slightly.

Theo, looked down with red cheeks.

“What?” I giggled.

“I may have followed you…” he said.

I laughed. “Why would you do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “You intrigue me, I guess.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes and before I knew what I was doing I had leaned in and placed my lips on his. He pulled me close to him again, sinking further into the kiss.

I felt Theo’s tongue slide in my mouth, grazing against my own as he let out a quiet moan, echoing through my whole body as he released it in my mouth.

Then we heard the sound of voices coming from around the corner. We both pulled away immediately. “It’s coach.” he laughed. “Run!” he took my hand in his and ran us away from the field and into the boys locker room, locking the door.

I observed this and took my chance to continue with what we were doing. I wasn’t usually like this, but something about Theo made me want to just be close to him, touching him…

Before I made a single movement, I stared at Theo, watching his chest rise and fall as he stepped closer to me, lifting a hand to pull a loose strand of hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear gently, never breaking eye contact.

He leaned in and kissed me again, this time more gentle than before. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach, there was a spark within me that ignited my whole being as we kissed, beckoning me to return his kiss with more passion… more feeling.

I slid my hands onto his chest, feeling him as they made their way slowly to Theo’s neck as our lips pressed harder against each other, forcing us to move to a more definite rhythm. His bottom lip was caught between my teeth and I pulled at it gently, earning a sexy giggle from him.

“Shh” I silenced him playfully, in case anyone outside could hear us.

“Sorry, you distracted me from being quiet.” Theo whispered flirtatiously.

“Did I?” I giggled softly and pecked the wolf once more. “How did I distract you, Theo?”

Theo’s arms then made their way to my butt, squeezing it lightly as he spoke. “By doing this.” he answered me, smashing his lips into mine, re-establishing the rhythm we had been moving to only moments before, this time pushing me against a wall. He lifted a hand to rest beside my head, holding him up.

I turned my head, disconnecting our lips for a moment as I began to place light pecks on his wrist, which was conveniently nest to my face.

I moved my lips from his wrist to his neck, and I could feel Theo’s body relaxing against me as he let out a soft moan at the feeling of my lips on his collarbone.

“Y/n, aren’t you afraid that someone will come in?” Theo playfully reminded me that there was the possibility of someone walking in at any time.

I laughed. “Let them watch.” I kissed his lips again.

“I should save your life more often.” He kissed me, speaking between kisses. “Maybe we’ll end up in here again.”

I smiled at the werewolf, speaking before moulding our lips together once more. “Maybe we will anyway.”


Your life spiraled out of control the day you woke up early one morning, a transparent young man standing by the foot of the bed, staring at you. Letting out an ear-splitting screen, your father and brother both ran in with their bats, wondering what was going on. Even after pointing and wildly yelling about the man standing right beside them, they didn’t see. And neither did they believe you. Not even your brother, who was active in the supernatural community believed that you could see something that wasn’t there. 

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The Real You

Summary: Danny doesn’t have a crush on Stiles. No way.

Notes: Another one for @inell, who wanted Stiles/Danny and “be nice to your seat partner, they might just be your future spouse!” This is an AU where nothing supernatural happened in Beacon Hills. (On AO3)

Danny always hates the start of every school year. There’s a new schedule to learn, a new locker to find, and an influx of baby-faced freshman wandering around. There are also new teachers, new classes, and most importantly, new seating assignments.

He has to stifle a groan when he discovers that his desk-mate for English is none other than Stilinski. He’s weird and awkward, and only ever seems to hang out with his one dorky friend. Danny does not need him bringing down his reputation.

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someone: how are you today

me: the date is march 24th which may perhaps be written as 3/24 and all i can think about is teen wolf episode 3x24 also known as the divine move also known as the best teen wolf finale ever witnessed and stiles stilinski and lydia martin were holding each other being each other’s tethers the whole time and scott mccall and kira yukimura were fearless in battle for their friends and isaac lahey missed allison argent so much and he helped chris argent figure out how to save everyone with her silver arrow and derek hale and the twins battled oni with all of their strength and malia tate was learning how to be human again and i really miss season three and and and 

That’s Absurd (Derek)

so, to all the people who liked and reblogged and asked for a second part of That’s Crazy, thank you. I had literally no ideas, and i still don’t really, but i wrote it and maybe it is good. Please enjoy. Eek!

You sigh, noting the vehicle again as you push the pram through the double doors. Someone, whoever it was, was here again. Watching in a way that was either outright stupidity or a fear tactic.

Because there’s no way they think they’re being sneaky, it’s a freaking black SUV across the road from your building. If that doesn’t scream an attempt at covertness, then you don’t know what does.

But if they’re trying to scare you, it’s definitely working. You’re terrified.

A soft grunting gasp comes from the pram before you and you pull back the visor, peeking down at the tiny baby wrapped among the little blankets and sheepskin.

“Hello!” You coo softly, beaming as your little one gurgles at you. Yours, she’s perfect, and all yours.

With a soft ping, the doors slide open, only for you to freeze as you’re about to exit. Something feels wrong. Playing off your hesitation, you pat your bag and the pockets of the pram.

“Ah, darn. Where is it? Did you take it, my sweet one? Have you got it, little munchkin?” You ask playfully, frowning at the area around you before pressing the button and letting the doors close again. Inhaling a steadying breath, you slide the phone from your bra and tap out a quick message.

Let’s hope he’s fast enough.

“Here she is, a healthy baby girl.” The nurse beams, gently putting the clean and crying baby into your arms and you can’t help laughing with delight.

“She’s perfect.” You beam, not taking your eyes off her scrunched expression as she wails to the room. For a moment, as you trace your finger over her chubby cheek, she falls silent and her squinting eyes settle on you. Pale green eyes stare at you from between thick lashes, taking in your face for half a moment before a wail tears from her lips and you can’t help snickering.

“If Derek could see you, he’d call you the ugliest little banshee to ever live.” You tease, pressing a kiss to her soft forehead. “And then he’d… He’d cuddle you close and dry your little tears.”

“Have you got a name for her?” The nurse asks, appearing at your side once more and you pause in your gazing.

“Diana.” You say decisively, the baby falling silent in your arms and staring at you. You don’t know her yet, but you’re sure that’s a frown. “Diana Hale, if you could.”

“That’s her papas name?” The nurse asks kindly, penning it in the box and you nod, ignoring the tear that tracks its way down your cheek.

“It is, and I can tell she’s going to be just like him, so I think it’s only fair.” You grin, the nurse laughing softly and giving you a warm smile before she backs away. “Little Diana, my goddess.”

“It’s been a year; why should I bother? She doesn’t want to be here.” Derek snaps, ignoring Peters disgruntled expression. He peeks at him again and his frown deepens. It’s not disgruntled, it’s… Afraid?

“I could really use your help with this, but I need to go now and if you’re not coming-” He rushes out, his body tilting toward the door, halfway between motion and stillness and Derek can’t help himself from cutting him off with an assent.

Maybe it’s the loyalty to his Uncle, maybe he needs closure after your abrupt disappearance, maybe… Maybe he still loves you and a part of him is holding out that you’ll love him too.

Maybe he’s really f*cking stupid and this is all a big mistake.

“Let’s move.” He orders, and Derek can’t help smiling when Peter somehow makes time to give him a look and roll his eyes. The elevator doesn’t move fast enough, if the other mans jittery hands are to be the measure and he doesn’t understand. At all.

Why is this so important? If anything, Peter had never really liked you. You weren’t like Stiles, full of wit, and you weren’t like Scott, full of potential. You weren’t like Derek, dry humoured family, or Lydia, a natural genius and an effortless beauty. You weren’t even like Isaac, who Peter had tolerated out of loyalty to his nephews lesser attempt at a pack.

But you were you and somehow Derek had fallen in love, much to Peters disgust when he’d found out, and less than a month later you were gone.

Peter’s out the doors before they’re fully open, his lengthy strides eating up the distance between the elevators and the Mustang. Derek can’t help rolling his eyes, forcing himself to saunter after his Uncle, just to show you weren’t that important to him.

Maybe he’s overdoing it.

“Get in.” Peter orders, seated behind the wheel of a white van and Derek blinks. When had that gotten there? Whose even was it?

“What’re you doing? We’ll just take my car, it’s faster.” He frowns and he hears Peter gnash his teeth in frustration. The stench of the emotion, and rank fear, rolls off him in waves.

“Just get in, we won’t all fit in there.” He snarls, revving the engine and Derek sours, but climbs in. Whoever “all” is, he’s sure he won’t like it.

“She cries a lot.” The woman across from you observes, eyeing your wailing bundle of joy with worry in her eyes.

“She’s like her dad, always complaining.” You grin, reaching into the little cot and tracing your finger down her nose. Her screams falling silent, you offer the woman across from you an apologetic smile. “I really am sorry, but she’s completely healthy, if that what you’re worried about.”

“Good.” The woman beams, somehow brightening further as a cot is wheeled in, stopping beside her. “Hello.”

Your eyes burn as her husband appears in the doorway, crossing the room in a few strides to stop beside her. They’re smitten, both with each other and their baby, and it makes your heart ache.

You’d never even tried to tell Derek, you were so sure we would never want a baby, and that the risk was too high. Seeing this, doubts surface and you have to turn away, glad when the curtain is slid over the rails and they’re hidden. Diana gurgles, her little arms waving and you swallow hard, your resolve returning.

She’s all that matters, and keeping her safe is all that’s important.

“Did we drop it in the park? Should we go check, my munchkin?” You frown, staring down at the direction of the park. You knew she was likely asleep already, the sweet baby had been sightseeing all day. Hell, you’re exhausted.

But you’re not going into that apartment until Peter’s gone through it. No chance you’re taking your baby in there.

You peer around the side of the visor, unwilling to drop it under the sun, and feel your resolve strengthen. Big green eyes stare up at you and you inhale a steadying breath, pushing off down the path.

Let them come and try and take you. Lets see if they can get away with attacking a woman and a baby in a street. Better yet, the park.

As you come to the corner, two men tumble out the doors of your building, arguing and stumbling. Oafs. You grimace, and keep moving.

Who did they think you were? Some idiot they could send idiots after? If they’re really after the granddaughter of Talia Hale, then lord knows what they were thinking when they sent those two.

Keeping up your ruse, mostly for the sake of your own sanity right now, you search the pavement around you. Peeking over your shoulder and turning fully around sometimes, you search the area around your feet. Keeping the perimeter in sight, you slip your phone from your bra and type out a quick update to Peter.

Soon. You hope he’ll be here soon.

“Damn it!” Peter snarls, his hand slamming against the steering wheel as he looks over whatever text he’s just received. Derek wants to know, he does, but he also has a feeling that it could be something like “I’ve decided to disappear again without warning except this time I’m not going to drive a wedge through any families, I’ll just sneak away without telling anyone, and I mean anyone, this time.”

“What?” Derek asks, just to torture himself, and regrets it instantly. Peter stares straight ahead, the device clenched in his fist while he speeds through the traffic. Wind blows thought he open windows and Derek contemplates doing his up, just so he can get a read on what his Uncles feeling, but dismisses it immediately. It’d stink up the cab in moments, and he really doesn’t need anyone else’s bad emotions crowding his mind right now.

What he could go for is a nice dose of delight. Or love. Maybe even a whiff of plain ol’ affection.

The van screeches to a stop suddenly and he’s thrown forward and caught by his seatbelt. For a moment, he’s about to yell at Peter, when he spots you.

You’re searching the area around you, looking for something, until he notes the way your eyes flicker up just a touch with every turn. You’re scanning the perimeter. Peters door slams shut and he’s ripped from the moment, returned with a shake of his head and a click of a seatbelt.

“Peter!” You gasp, twitching in the direction of his Uncle, but not moving an inch. Peter crosses to you in seconds, capturing you in a hug before his eyes are raking the perimeter with a ferocity Derek hasn’t seen in over a year.

“Where did you last see them?” He asks, deadly and efficient and you point down an unfamiliar road.

“Down near my place, they bumbled out of the doors, looking like idiots, and I turned a corner.” You explain, and he notices the red in your knuckles as you stretch them.


“Why have you got a baby?” He asks suddenly and you blink, turning to him with the colour drained from your face.

“Derek.” You croak, and he hears you swallow hard before you force a smile. “I’m so glad Peter brought you, I was really worried.”

The lie makes his stomach turn, but he can’t take his eyes off the pram, and the bird like heartbeat inside. “Whatever, why have you got a baby?”

“Because after I gave birth, I really liked her and decided that I’d keep her.” You explain, and he watches you cringe at your own words. “I mean, I intended to keep her the entire time, but… I was trying to be funny.”

He feels his lips quirk at the sentiment and you brighten considerably, as if you had been waiting for a smile. He inhales quickly, sighing happily at the feeling of your relief, affection and love. It lifts the ache in his chest and he forces his gaze from the pram to Peter.

“What’re you thinking, Uncle?”

“I am going to check the house, and this SUV. You two stay here and kill anyone that tries to get near you.” He says vehemently, about to step away before he pauses and turns on him, eyes clear and dangerous. “I mean it, Derek. Kill anyone that comes near the three of you.”

“One day, your old man is going to meet you and wonder what I was thinking, running away with you like this.” You coo, snapping the picture of the raven haired baby among your pillows. “He’s going to see all these photos, my little munchkin, and be terribly angry with me.”

A wail parts her little lips, showing a mouth full of gums and you laugh, shaking your head and snapping a photo.

“Is my munchkin angry? What’s got you so unhappy, hey?” You laugh, your fingers tracing patterns over her pale blue onesie. Tiny legs kick in the air and you capture her feet, your thumb only a little smaller than her entire foot. She screams again and you sigh, sniffing the air, as if you’d have missed the stench of a dirty diaper. Smiling at her angry little face, you press a kiss to her belly. “Hungry, then.”

Lifting her, you press another soft kiss to her warm head before heading for the kitchen.

“Great plan.” You mutter, unconcerned when the two men ignore you. What is concerning is that your innocent munchkin is going to be outside even longer. In the weather, with strangers and strange things everywhere.

“Come on.” Derek orders suddenly and you blink at him. For a moment, when you don’t move, he just watches you, before he sighs. You can see, though, a little of the tension leak from his shoulders at your familiar reaction. “We’re going to get the kid under a tree, okay?”

“Okay.” You murmur, hesitating, but relinquishing the pram to his hands. Scooping up your bundle of joy, since you’re not fool enough to trust his pram pushing skills, you follow at his side.

For a minute, everything is quiet and calm. A gentle breeze rustles the trees, blowing your scent away from where Peter had gone, and the sun shines gently overhead. Until, a wail breaks the calm and you can’t help groaning softly.

Derek flinches at the sound, his head whipping around to you with astonishment written across his face. “That’s-”

“Be quiet.” You order, voice calm as you gently rock the baby. “She just does this sometimes, she’s a complainer.”

“This isn’t complaining, this-”

“Is adorable, just like she is.” You counter, the tone in your voice leaving no room for argument and he gracefully falls quiet. The wails last a few more moments before they peter out to tears and seconds later, a big smile.

“Wow.” He laughs, eyeing the baby in your arms with a soft kind of amazement in his eyes.

“I know.” You answer, your voice matching his and for a moment, your eyes meet, hundreds of things passing between you. Your chest aches to tell him, to explain everything. “You wanna hold her?”

“I can?”

At your nod, he grins nervously and offers his arms. As you slip her into his grip, you’re strangely unsurprised to find him cradling her perfectly.

“Cora.” He explains, rocking just gently. The look in his eyes chokes up your throat and stings your eyes. He shouldn’t look this way. He should hate her, because if he loves her, then you’re the monster. And that’s not fair, the monsters should be the monsters, and you should be a good guy. “What’s the little wailing woman’s name?”

“Her names Diana,” You laugh, grinning as you move half a step forward, gazing at the baby. “And I’d be inclined to agree with you if I didn’t already know she was a we-”

“They’ve been dealt with.” Peter cuts in and you’ve never felt so saved in your life. And not for the fact that he probably saved your life by ending those men’s. “Who’s this little one?”

“Diana.” Derek frowns, answering absently, gazing at the little baby in his arms before his eyes go wide.


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A Good Decision

Originally posted by lovemusiclifexx

Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Lydia Martin

Length: 1264 words

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski was entranced, as he stared at Y/N from across the hallway, leaning on his locker casually, figurative hearts in his eyes. Eyes trailing the body he was captivated by, he softly smiled, before he caught the figure of Lydia Martin across the way, his long-time crush and recently; a close friend.

Lydia was literally the most beautiful female Beacon Hills High School had seen, with flowing strawberry blonde hair, and full lips that could kiss the life out of a man. She’s the definition of a Queen Bee, with grades as perfect as her being, and a wit as sharp as her brow-game. He didn’t really know what that meant, but had been told by Lydia herself that it was a compliment.

She’d never looked at him though, at least, not until everyone in Beacon Hills lives had gone to shit.

Y/N, however, was new this year, and wasn’t as pretty or as smart as Lydia. But still attractive, especially to him, and the biggest smartass he’d met. And that was coming from him. He’d planned on asking Y/N out, but then he’d had a ‘moment’ with Lydia in a recent werewolf-related chase. They’d held hands, had been pressed close together with a lot of staring and heavy breathing.

Stiles turned away suddenly, wondering if his inability to get over Lydia was really ‘love’, like he’d once thought. Or was it something else? His old crush, which began when he was young, had been almost a coping mechanism in response to the issues and problems he became burdened with. Perhaps this was a way for him to cope now, reverting to a simpler time where he’d not been involved with werewolves, and other ridiculous supernatural creatures.

The warning bell sounded, and he literally jerked out of his thoughts, flailing slightly, and managing to hit his funny bone on the edge of his locker. “Ow!”

“Dude, you good?” Scott laughed at his friend’s clumsiness, “Maybe if you were paying attention, and not staring at Lydia and Y/N, you might make it through the day without hurting yourself.” He smirked, the twitch in his uneven jaw hinted at a sadistic sarcasm at this point. His ire had been years in the making though, hearing Stiles talk enthusiastically of Lydia for years, and then Y/N for months on end – he was tired of it honestly, so as of late his teasing had been slightly harsher, but in return so had Stiles’ of much of what he considered to be the stupid actions of his friend.

Stiles rolled his eyes at his best friend, “We can’t all be amazing werewolves with amazing reflexes, though, can we Scott?”

“No,” Scott scoffed, “But I thought that people on the lacrosse team would at least have some reflexes, in order to play.” He smiled widely, white teeth gleaming in the awful fluorescent hallway lights, and was returned with Stiles’ own strained smile. The two left the area they’d been standing, walking towards their next class, “Did you have any idea which one you have genuine feelings for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means, it’s been ten years, and/or ten months, and you’ve still done nothing.” Scott sighed, pulling his friends arm, leading him to the side and out of the way of other rushing students, “You have to decide whether what you feel for Lydia and Y/N is real, and what to do with that information.” He smiled softly at the confused looking boy, “Your emotions have been all over for weeks now, man. You can’t keep avoiding this, it’s not fair to you, or them.”

Stiles eyes him with uncertainty, “Them?”

Realising that he may have compromised what he knew of Lydia and Y/N’s feelings, one via his super-human senses, and the other via the mouth of the woman, he forced himself back for a moment. “You’re my best friend, Stiles, you deserve to be happy. I think you have to decide how that’ll happen, though.”

Hazel eyes looked at the chocolate brown in shock.

“Think about it.”

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“Hey, Stiles!” Y/N called out to him as he walked towards his trustee powder blue jeep, later that same afternoon. “Hey!”

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” Stiles smiled softly, although his voice was strained slightly, “How are you?”

“I’m good, I feel like I haven’t seen you all day?”

Because he was avoiding her.

“Really?” Stiles smiled awkwardly, his voice a higher pitch than necessary, before waving his hand, as if shooing away her thought. “’Been busy, that’s all.” Yes, busy trying to ‘think about it’. He’d even spent lunch in the locker rooms, head pressed to the cool metal in attempt to force his brain to think on the subject. Lydia or Y/N?

“Oh, really? Something I can help with?”

He usually responded with the answer ‘no’ in these cases, when Y/N offered him help, mainly because he was usually pondering a weird supernatural enemy trying to kill his friends. But this wasn’t one of those cases.

“Actually, yeah.” Stiles let out a huff of air from his lungs, “Do you, Y/N, want to, maybe, go to the movies with me, or something? You don’t have to! If you don’t want to, of course, because you’re in charge of your life, and-”

He was too busy rambling to notice the wide grin that had taken over Y/N’s face, “Yeah, I’d like that. Pick me up at eight, from my place.”

“It’s totally cool if you don’t want to-” Stiles paused mid-sentence, to meet Y/N’s eyes, his own eyed wide from the disbelief he felt, “You do?” His voice was even higher than earlier, when he’d been attempting to lie to them, so he cleared his throat and began to speak once more, this time in a way that didn’t make him seem like a crazy person, “No, yeah, that’s cool. See you then!”

Y/N smiled at his attempt to seem casual, especially when he attempted to lean back against his car, only to find out it was too far back and nearly fall over. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Stiles gasped out, then waved goodbye to the now retreating figure, “Way to act like a spaz, Stilinski!” He berated himself, before jumping into his vehicle.

“So, you went with Y/N?”

“Ahhh!” A hand reached out to smack Scott, only to be caught by said werewolf, as Stiles reacted to being startled by the intruder in his vehicle. “Dammit, man! Don’t scare a brother like that! Damn!”

Scott rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics, “So?”

“Yeah, I’m going out with Y/N. I’ve spent a long time pining after Lydia, right?” Stiles didn’t pause for Scott to answer his rhetoric question, “I’m going to do myself a favour, and give into these feelings for Y/N, as I think we’ll have more in common, and we’ll get along better than I do with Lydia.” In his head, it made a lot of sense, Stiles wasn’t sure if it was being communicated as well, though.

“Do yourself a favour? Alright.” Scott nodded, “Y/N is nice, funny, and laughs at your terrible jokes – practically a match made in nerd heaven.”

“Hey, I am a delight, Scott!”

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“Hey!” Y/N was dressed casually, but still nicely, when Stiles picked them up later that night, “What are we going to watch?”

Stiles shrugged, “What are you up to watching?”

“The new Stars Wars is epic, I wouldn’t mind re-watching, if you’re up for it.”

There was silence, while Stiles stared at Y/N, a smile on his face. “Sound goods.”

Yeah, he’d made a good decision.

Dealing With Allison's Death (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

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Word count: 1732

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It was a hard-hitting wall when Allison died. She didn’t deserve to. She didn’t have to. Allison died protecting her family and friends, but in the end, she didn’t HAVE to die.

Nobody does.

Allison died and Isaac left. Scott hasn’t been himself. Nobody has. Stiles has times where he just doesn’t comprehend what is happening in the world, Lydia locks herself away until the dead of night when she just goes for walks by herself, and Kira is trying her hardest to act normal. She knew Allison and Isaac the shortest amount of time so she is trying to act like everything’s ok.
And then there was me. When I first moved to Beacon Hills with my parents 2 years ago, I was a complete stranger to everyone and everything. But there was one day that changed it all.


It was a Tuesday, and after soccer practice I took ages to get changed in the locker room. Everybody left, leaving me alone with just my thoughts. Until a noise so loud it was like an earthquake has taken place sounded from the guy’s locker room. Cautiously and daringly, I stared forwards to see what had happened. After all, practice finished 45 minutes ago, and all students should have left.

That’s not what had happened.

When I opened the door, there stood the famous duo pair: Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. But something was not right. Scott had his back turned to me, his head down and Stiles look frightened and startled to see me at the doorway.

“Get out, Y/N! Leave!” Stiles yelled with a scared look in his eyes. I didn’t think twice about how he knew my name, I just stood there rooted to the spot, unable to move even if I wanted to. Scott turned slowly, and when his body faced mine, he lifted up his head.

Red eyes.

I opened my mouth to scream, but a different instinct took over. Instead of being the scared little girl I was known to be, I took a chance. ‘It could go two ways’, I thought to myself. ‘I scream and run and leave Beacon Hills, or I stay and make friends’.

Silently taking a deep breath, I made my choice.

“That is cool.”

And that stared it all – I was introduced to the world of werewolves, kanima, kitsune, the nogitsune and were-coyotes. It all happened all so fast, with each day bringing new enemies, new friends and new creatures that we weren’t sure were going to kill us or make us stronger as a pack.
Allison Argent moved here about the same time I did. Her family’s past was revealed to us, and she joined the pack willingly. It was one night that we had cornered the kanima that she noticed I was defenceless. So, she trained me.
She trained me to fight for myself; how to fire a gun, how to shoot bow and arrows and how to protect myself.

The only problem was that she taught me how to protect myself so well, she forgot herself.

Stiles and I, we were the only humans until he turned into the Nogitsune. He blames himself for Allison, he blames himself for everything. He cries all the time, even though he tries to hide it, and he beats himself up over it constantly.
He truly believes that the pack is broken because of him.

And I hate to say it, but sometimes, when I’m felling terrible about it all and there’s tears running down my cheeks, when I I’m sitting in the dark and thinking everything over. When there’s nothing to do, but regrets one’s actions, so do I. I blame him too.

So, that summer, there was no pack meetings. There were no midnight searches for bodies or suspicious cases. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. We were normal teenagers who had just seen their best friend die.

That was until Liam moved to town.  Everything changed. When Scott bit him to save his life that night on the roof, he joined our pack. It was unwillingly of course, but it happened. Scott had called the first pack meeting in 3 months that night. We were to meet at his house in half an hour. I text Lydia to see if she was going to go, but no reply. I didn’t think there would be, I just needed to see. Whilst the clock was ticking away the time, the second hand so loud in my ears I wanted to scream in frustration, I debated mentally whether to go.

This pack brought to much destruction in to my life. My life had been turned around when I found out about Scott, and it would be hard to go back. It would be impossible to forget everything I had witnessed; the pained face of Lydia when Jackson was trying to kill us all, the heart-broken face of Scott and Isaac when Allison was run-through and the sight of her pale hand peacefully landing on the ground. My best friend’s eyes, once full of colour, joy and life, now cold and empty.

But this pack also brought me happiness. Stiles and his stupid remarks about everything serious situation, and how he made everyone see the issue at hand in a different light. Lydia and her powers always made everything easier, and I could count on her for a little bit of normalness in my life, to make everything seem ok again. Scott and his leadership – it always made me feel safe. He knew what he was doing, he knew that we were there for him and we knew that he would do anything to help us. These people were my best friends and nothing was going to change that.

When you’re going through hell…keep going.

I pulled on jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket, combed my hair through and made myself presentable. I hadn’t seen these people in 3 months, I needed to show them that I was getting on ok.

The half an hour was nearly over, so jumping into my car without a word to my parents that I was leaving, I drove as fast as I could to Scott’s house. Scott will be there, so will Stiles and Lydia maybe. But then the tears started to form as I realized we were two members down. Pushing my hair back out of my eyes and pulling up outside Scott’s house, I wiped the tears away. I would not be weak after all we have been through. I will not let her death ruin my life.

Mustering up the courage, I knocked on Scott’s door. Almost instantly, it opened to reveal the alpha himself.

“Hi,” I tried to speak clearly, but it only came out as a whisper. Before I could process what was happening, Scott pulled me into his arms. His warm embrace made me realize how much I had missed this, missed him. Missed them all.

“Hey,” he replied softly.

Pulling back, a familiar voice came from the kitchen.

“Don’t keep her all to yourself buddy,” and Scott moved aside. Walking through the rooms, it felt more like home than anything I had ever felt before. And of course, in the kitchen sat around the table, was Stiles and Lydia.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, giving them a smile. It was gladly returned.

“We have something to show you,” Stiles said with his usual suspicious grin forming on his face.

Leading us all upstairs and into Scott’s room, a clatter emerged from the bathroom. Stiles let out a huff of despair.

“PLEASE KEEP STILL!” He yelled through the door. Nothing scared me anymore, but a grunt came from inside the room.

“What is in there?” I questioned, my voice shaking, but I was unsure why.

No reply came, but Scott flung the door open. In the bath, tied up (which was obviously done by Stiles) was a teenage boy.

“Y/N, meet Liam, Scott’s new beta.”


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