The last scene in 6b is the pack in the hospital after they defeated the bad guys. maybe Scott got injured and can’t heal ( my ass need him not to heal for the sake of this headcanon ) they all gathered around him as his mom does her magic and clean his wounds. Stiles and Lydia are standing next to his bed, stiles arm around Lydia shoulders, while hers around his middle and her head against his chest. And Malia on the other side of the bed sitting on a chair. Liam sitting on the floor with mason and Corey, eating sandwiches. They all look like a mess, clothes ripped, faces covered in dirt, scars covering their bodies, but they all are happy and safe. before the scene ends we see Scott face as he’s smiling at the family he built over the years, then the screen fades to black. Seconds later we start to hear sounds: people talking, door being closed and opened and dogs barking. then we see someone healing a dog ( we just see the person hand on the dog and maybe we see a wedding ring. ) then we hear a little girl voice saying “doctor McCall is he in pain?” Then we see our man Scott McCall turning around with the a puppy in his arms and a huge sweet smile on his beautiful face as he hands the dog to the little girl and tells her “No, he is no longer in pain, sweetheart.” she smiles at him and thank him before she leaves.
( “HE IS NO LONGER” IN PAIN AKA SCOTT MCCALL IS NO LONGER IN PAIN FINALLY HE IS FULLY HAPPY DOING THE THINGS THAT HE LOVES. )
The camera follows the little girl as she walks to the front door and when she opens the door to get out of the clinic, she bumps into Stiles and Lydia and we hear the little girl saying “ouch.” and Stiles gently saying something like “watch out little kiddo.”
Then the camera on Scott, we see a grin forming on his face, he without looking, knows that it’s stiles. he says “hey stiles” and stiles is like “how did you know it’s me, you didn’t even look around” then Scott turns around and sees Lydia and stiles ( both wearing their work clothes ), Stiles holding a bag of food and Lydia holding their 10 months old baby girl on her hip.
Lydia replies with something like
“Stiles, he is a werewolf, it has been years I think we are over that fact.”
Scott chuckles and walks across the room to them, Stiles thinks that he is going to hug him so he opens his arms but instead Scott goes and picks Stydia little baby from Lydia arms, he holds her against his chest and rub her back, tenderly.
“Heard a kid yelling in pain knew that it was you, Stiles.” Scott jokes.
“Very funny, Scott.”
“But I didn’t know you brought this little angel with you.” he says it as he cuddle the baby.
Lydia closes the door before she and stiles start to put the food on the clinic table while Scott sits their baby on the clinic table, and helps her to stand on her feet, he hold her hands and start to encourage her to walk towards him but she keeps falling on her butt, then he takes her in his arms and kisses the top of her head.
Stiles keeps watching them, a content smile on his face. then wraps his arms around Lydia waist from behind, kissing her shoulders before nuzzling his face into her neck, her hands reach to hold his arms.
“Maybe we should let him adopt her,” he jokes for just the two of them, making Lydia chuckle, then he adds something like “he can add another one to his four kids.”
“You know I can hear you, buddy, right?”
“Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?”
Scott grins, then Stiles approaches him and gently takes his baby girl from Scott and start to talk to her, slowly and lovingly “I am joking, no one going to take you from daddy.” and Lydia heart melts as she stare at them.
Then they sit around the clinic table and eat lunch, smiling and laughing. then the screen slowly fades to black and we hear Scott laughter.
( I wanted to post this later because I wanted to write it better buuut I thought is it worth it lol. )
Characters: Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Reader.
You waddled to your sixth hour class, silently thanking God that it was your last week of senior year.
“You’re huge. You should just take this week off.” Malia shrugs at you.
“Peter wanted me take the whole month off. I’m fine, really.”
You see Malia roll her eyes. “Still weird that you’re pregnant with my dad’s baby.”
“I’m 18. Almost 19. I mean yeah, I’m younger than him but I’m legal.”
“You’re carrying my little sister.”
The rest of the day drags on..that is until you reach your favorite part of the day, when Peter picked you up.
You climb into the car and smile at him. “Hey.”
“Hey! How are my girls?” He places a hand on your stomach.
You stretch the seatbelt over your belly. “We’re good. She’s rolling a lot so I’ve been crazy uncomfortable but we’ve been okay.”
“Derek’s having the pack over tonight for a meeting.” He looks over at you.
“Fun. Just what I need…judgy looks and quiet thoughts.” You roll your eyes.
“You’ll be fine. We can go somewhere if you want.” He smiles.
“No. I need to learn to get over it. Besides, I think they’re getting better.”
You arrive at the loft and you put your stuff in your’s and Peter’s bedroom. Your family kicked you out after you turned and Derek found you with a backpack full of clothes. He brought you back to the loft and ever since you met Peter you’ve been in love with him. His age didn’t matter to you, you saw through all the pent-up anger and self-sabotage.
“Y/N, did Peter tell you there’s a meeting tonight?” Derek asks as you walk out of the bedroom.
You nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay out of the way.”
“You’re apart of this pack too. You’ll come to the meeting.”
You scoff, “I’d rather not. I’ve always been an outsider here because of my choice in partners..”
“I’m going to be upfront with you. Is it weird that my uncle is having a baby with someone younger than me? Yeah. Is it weird that you’re carrying my cousin? Also yeah. But that doesn’t make you any different than everyone else. You’re all apart of this pack, no matter who you’re dating or how old they are, okay? I love you, and as much as I hate to say it, I love Peter too. I want the best for you two and your baby. If you’re having problems with the pack just tell me. I’ll say something tonight.”
“Thank you so much, Derek. Peter keeps telling me it’s fine but I think he’s trying to make me feel better.”
Peter walks in and kisses your cheek. “Well, you’re not wrong. I’m sorry you feel so left out.”
“I don’t really feel left out, just judged.” Malia walks in the door and you wave.
“You’re early.” Derek raises an eyebrow as he watches her.
“Can I not come have quality family time?” She walks over to the three of you.
“Not when you hate your father, no.” Peter crosses his arms and looks at her.
“I’m trying, okay?”
You cross your arms at the same time as Peter.
“Oh come on? You too?” Malia sighs.
You glance up at Derek to see his arms crossed too.
“You guys are a united, aggressive front.”
“I for one think it’s great that you’re here to hang out with Peter.” You look up at Peter.
“No ulterior motives?” He asks Malia.
She shakes her head, “I’m honestly here to hang out with the three of you.”
“If you say so.” Derek shrugs.
The pack meeting had begun, you’d been in and out but right now you were in the kitchen. You desperately craved some chocolate. You knew you had some hidden in the cabinet, but being as short as you were you couldn’t reach it. You were standing on the counter, trying to reach to the back.
“Now tell me, what are you doing?” Peter sighs.
“Trying to reach something.”
He walks over to you. “Get down. You’re going to fall. You shouldn’t be up there in the first place, much less pregnant.” He starts you pick you up.
“You take me down, and I will kill you.” You push his arms away.
“Oooh, my scary little girlfriend threatened me. Babe, you’re on the counter because you couldn’t reach something and now you’re threatening me? Come on.”
“No no no! I’m trying to do something. I know I have chocolate in here and I’m looking for it.”
“A death threat over chocolate? I’ll take you to buy some if you get down. Hell, I’ll buy you the town’s supply if you get down.”
a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.
“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.
Lydia huffed, “With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”
Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.
You were driving off in the direction of the Scott’s house because none of the boys seemed to want to pick up. It was killing you not knowing if Brett was okay or still alive. Everything had started clouding up in your mind that you almost didn’t notice a figure standing in the middle of the road. You barely hit the brakes in time to not hit the person.
You ran a hand through your hair for not driving with caution. Something that you always did. You finally looked up and saw Lori with a worried expression and a stick in her hand. It smelled of blood, but not just any blood, it was Brett’s. You swiftly got out of the car.
“Lori what the hell?!” You exclaimed.
“You have Brett’s car? Where’s Brett?!” She squinted her eyes to try to see into the car for anybody else.
“Brett told me to run,” Your heart skipped a beat from the memory just previously, “Before he ran into the woods.” You explained to her.
“Then you know he’s hurt,” She rose the stick in her hand.
“Yea…” You bowed your head down.
“We have to look for him, he could die if we don’t get to him!” She said.
“Well we’re wasting time and gas, so get in!” You motioned to the door with with thumb.
You arrived at Scott’s, parking up front getting out of the car. The two of you were heading towards the front door before hearing an engine go off. You both glanced at each other and started jogging up to the driveway. Scott was slightly reversing until he hit the brakes noticing Lori standing behind the jeep. He got out of the jeep.
“I found this. It’s Brett’s, and he’s missing, and I heard gun shots,” Lori rambled quickly.
“How do you know this is his blood?” Scott questioned.
“Because he’s my brother, it’s mine too,” Lori stated.
Scott grabbed the stick from her hand and inspected the half bloody broken lacrosse stick.
“Scott we have to go find him,” You muttered.
“Alright, but we’ll need everyone’s help,” Scott stood up tall and spoke with his true alpha tone. “Let’s go find your brother Lori,” Scott smiled at her.
Liam aligned his hand with the arrow plunged into the tree’s trunk and followed its end. He moved his arm hand down and noticed something in the dirt.
“Here!” He pointed to what appeared to be Brett’s phone. “I think he set a trap?”.
“He’s fighting back,” Scott said.
“And now we know he’s alive,” Malia pitched in.
“That’s good, that means there’s still time,” You tried to stay optimistic.
Lori pushed past Liam and took out the arrow. You caught a glance at the arrow she was holding. “But he’s still hurt, we need to find him, he needs to know were here,” Lori took a death breath getting ready to let out a roar, until Malia stopped her.
“You want the hunter to know were here too?” Malia asked.
“He’s new, we can take him,” Liam nodded.
“What if Brett howls back? He’ll lead the hunter right to him,” Malia protested.
“No, we could find him first. There’s no human that can track sounds faster than we can,” Scott argued. “We got the advantage, we’ve done this before, we know what were doing guys.”
“How come I can’t catch his scent?” Malia questioned.
“He’s masking it,” Lori responded quickly
“Well can someone tell him not too!”
“H-he went this way!” Liam broke off into a sprint Lori running after him. You, Malia, and Scott all glanced at each other.
“So his traps didn’t work?” Malia stated.
“Maybe this hunter’s not such an amateur?” Scott stared at us.
“Or maybe he’s learning?”
“Either way we have to get to him before they do,” You informed them.
They agreed and started running after Liam and Lori. You following close behind them. Liam said he smelled blood and started following it, which made you feel uneasy. You just hoped you’d get to him in time.
“His trails gone,” Malia said after you five followed his blood, then ended up stopping, but it didn’t go on from anywhere else.
“Uh maybe he just stopped bleeding?” Scott said unsure.
Liam suggested that all of us split up, but Malia told him that if he wanted to decide to something stupid and die, then he should go right ahead. They broke into an argument before Malia got Scott’s attention. Although Scott was too busy at the moment to deal with them.
“Hunters? He’s covering his tracks,” Liam looked at the footsteps that Scott uncovered.
“There’s another,” Scott revealed the second set of tracks.
“Two of them?” Malia said with her arms crossed.
“Maybe more?” Scott shrugged.
“How many hunters have you seen out here before?” Lori asked us.
“A lot,” Scott nodded
“Still wanna split up?” Malia turned to Liam again.
“We can deal with it,” Liam assured us. “We just need to find Brett’s trail.”
“No we don’t, rock balancing. Satomi taught us. It’s him, and I know where he’s going,” Lori turned and faced us smiling.
Lori lead the way to the tunnels. It was long corridors of pipes and different sections. We all followed her and watched as she bent down to observe the black puddle in front of her.
“He’s been poisoned!”
“That’s why he’s not healing,” Scott said.
“What if he only has a few hours to live?” Lori eyes shown with worry.
“We are not going to let him die, we’ll find him Lori,” You placed a hand on her shoulder.
“If we howl we could find him,” Liam looked straight ahead of us.
“It’s too risky,” Malia shook her head.
“Who cares about the risk, he could be dying!” Lori retaliated.
Malia walked past her motioning to the black blood that kept going on. “He’s still moving.”
“We just need time to think.” Scott told everyone although that wasn’t what we needed to hear.
“I need him to know that I’m here, that I’m coming for him,” Lori said
“Lori’s right,” Liam turned to Scott, “He has to know were here.”
“Liam wait!” But it was too late, Liam already let out a load roar that your pretty sure the whole town could have heard.
Not too far away from where we stood, Brett’s eyes widen as he heard the roar, while he was laying on some rail on the ceiling.
“Why didn’t he answer?” Lori asked as we kept moving down the tunnels.
“Maybe he didn’t hear us,” Liam responded.
“Maybe he can’t,” Malia stated.
We kept taking steps after steps until Scott yelled out, “Lori no!”
Lori had triggered a trip wire that was placed on the floor. An arrow flew out of the wall beside us and lodged into Scott’s stomach. You were shocked to say the least.
All four of you started pulling and tugging trying to remove the arrow from his abdomen. You four grunted, but gave it another try and removed it. Scott immediately slid down to the floor. Liam wrapped an arm around him to steady him. Malia bent down and placed a rag on his wound to reduce the bleeding.
“They knew we were coming,” Scott grunted.
“Don’t talk, just heal…and let us figure this out,” Malia told him.
“They’ve been a step ahead of us the whole time…” Scott breathed shakily.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t wait around, we have to go,”
“We’re still three to two, were faster, and stronger,” Liam began.
“And smarter..” Scott finished.
“I don’t care who’s smarter or faster or whatever my brother’s going to die!”
“Something’s not right…?” Scott muttered, “That arrow, the trip wire, the poison. These aren’t amateurs.” Scott breathed in and out.
“But they’ve never fought us before?”
“And you’ve never fought hunters, Liam,” Scott reminded him, “We need to stick together.”
“I need to go.” Lori said.
“No, you’re not going alone. I-I’ll go with you,” Liam stutters.
“Me too,” You nodded at her.
“Liam, you don’t know who they are or what they’re capable of.” Scott said.
“Look, I know who we are. We never give up, especially when it’s someone innocent, when it’s someone alone, when it’s one of our friends.”
“Okay, go, go. All of you, I’ll catch up.” Scott muttered leaning his head against the pipe.
“Go Malia, go with them. I just need need a minute, go.” Scott groaned.
“You just need to shut up.”
“W-which way guys, there’s gotta be something?” Liam looked both left and right of the tunnels, “Did he leave anything for you to find, like, like a signal, or, more rocks?”
“I don’t hear anything…I don’t see anything,” Lori sighed.
“Well find something Lori,” You gave her a small smile.
“He’s gonna be okay.” Liam informed her.
“How do you know?”
“Cause, cause he’s strong,” Liam nodded while Lori sighed, “He’s really strong.”
“He’s knocked me down on the lacrosse field more than once,” Liam started saying.
“No lie there,” You scoffed. Liam gave you an annoyed look before continuing on.
“Now, when I see him coming, I do everything I can to get the hell out of the way.”
“Brett actually started playing lacrosse for me,” Lori opened up as a tear fell from her eye.
“For you?” Liam asked softly.
“I didn’t have any friends at my old school. Devenford Prep needed lacrosse players, and Brett practiced all summer. And, he got a scholarship and told them that they had to take me if they wanted him.”
“Hey, we’re gonna find him.” Liam rubbed a hand slowly but reassuringly on her right arm.
The three of you then turned your heads different directions scrunching up your noses do to the smell.
“Do you smell that? It’s, it’s sour.” Liam faced the left of the tunnel.
“It smells like something’s rotting.” Lori said.
“I think it’s poison.” You stared at them.
“That’s how we’ll find him,” Lori let out a nervous chuckled.
You then took off in the direction the smell was coming from. Every turn you took felt the same to you, and your pretty sure Lori felt the same way as well.
“They all look the same, are you sure we’re going the right way?” Lori questioned.
“Yeah Liam I feel like we came down this way already.” You pitched in.
“I’m positive. I’ve gotten lost down her before, more than once. Just follow the scent.” Liam said while walking with quick steps.
“I hate that scent,” Lori complained.
“-Wait. I hear something,” Liam stopped abruptly. We all stopped and listened with our ears. “It sounds like-”
“-A heartbeat.” Lori finished.
We all looked at one another before taking off in a sprint. We made a sharp left entering another path of the tunnels. There was a big opening up ahead and we all stopped to look around until Lori spoke up.
“Brett!” Lori sighed falling on her knees next to him. You and Liam sighed in relief. You slowly approached him and sat on your heels on his right.
“You found the rocks.“ Brett muttered.
“Yeah, I found the rocks.” Lori chuckled.
Brett then noticed you, “Y/N? I thought I told you..to get out of here.” He muttered.
“You told me to get out of the parking lot. You never told me I couldn’t save you. Besides you ran out on our kiss…” You stated smiling a little as your cheeks turned a shade of pink. Brett saw and smirked a little. He grabbed a hold of your hand and gripped it tightly. You glanced at your hands intertwined before pushing back his hair and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your palm.
You pecked his cheek staining your lips with the black blood, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get him out of here.
“I’m sorry did I miss something…?” Liam motioned between the two of you.
“Liam.” Brett looked up at Liam.
“Hey, we’re gonna get you out of here.” Liam grabbed Bretts hand pulling him up on his feet.
“You’re a dumbass…for doing this.”
“Oh, is that your way of thanking me?” Liam rose an eyebrow.
“No, that’s my way of calling you a dumbass, but thanks,” Brett breathed out. You and Lori both stood on his sides, trying to steady and keep him up right.
Liam turned around to the tunnel furrowing his eyebrows, until there was a flash off light and fog started filling up the tunnel.
“They’re coming!” Lori informed.
“Okay, go I’ll hold ‘em off.” Liam said.
“I’ll go with you!” You told him.
“No stay with Brett and Lori, just get him out of here.” Liam said.
A shrilling noise started going off hurting your hears, making you cover them. Brett and Liam covered their ears, before Liam yelled over the noise.
“Go, go!” Liam growled.
You got on Brett’s right side again and you and Lori ran past Liam to get him out of there. You kept turning corners and struggled to keep Brett on his feet.
“Lori which way?!” You shouted over the device that was going off.
“Just a little further, we’re almost out of here.” Lori said has Brett still had his ears covered. You turned another corner and continued walking straight. You then felt Lori stop. You followed to where her gaze was which was towards a ladder.
“Brett come on let’s get you out of here,” You and Lori made sure he was alright as he pulled himself up the ladder once he reached the top he removed the disk.
“Okay, go Lori.” You watched as she climbed her way up and out to where Brett was.
You followed shortly after her not even out the whole when you heard Liam shouting.
“Lori, no! Y/N, Lori, wait!” You could hear the fear in his voice. You saw him come around the corner.
“Liam?!” You stared at him wide eyed, until you glanced up at the hole.
“It’s a trap, Y/N!” You immediately climbed all your up and out. Once you were out you noticed the front of a truck run into Brett and Lori. Their bodies hit the street with a thud.
“NO!” Your cried out as you ran to them. You dropped to your knees.
Upon hearing your cry Liam eyes turned gold and he leaped out of the hole. His eyes and fangs and claws full on display. He slowly turned around and watched as you had placed his head in your lap and Lori gazing over her brother with tears in her eyes. She grasped his hand.
“Brett, come on!” You pleaded. “I don’t hate you. I never once hated you!” You grabbed his other hand trying to take as much of his pain as you could. You glanced at Lori and watched as the veins in her hands slowly started to vanish.
“Close your eyes.” Lori spoke to him.
“No, noo,” You whispered not wanting this to happen. You shook your head as tears spilled from your eyes.
Lori rested her head on his shoulder. “I couldn’t take away his pain.” She looked up at Liam sobbing quietly, then she stopped. You listened to the sound of her heart give out its last beat.
Liam let out an anguished roar at the lost of his friends. Everyone around you watched with fear in their eyes. They were scared…
You couldn’t move. All you could do was stare at their lifeless bodies. Every inch of your body felt numb to the pain. This shouldn’t have happened, you thought. They didn’t deserve this. You choked up a sob and the tears started flowing down your cheeks.
“NOOOOO!” You cried in agony.
You didn’t care if everyone was giving you looks. You would never get the chance to express to Brett how you felt about him. He was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. You lost what could have been the start of happy relationship for once in your life, you lost a friend, a sister.
You didn’t bother moving from your place. You looked down at Brett’s motionless face and stroked his hair slowly. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and saw it fall on his cheek. You were never going to get the chance to tell him that you loved him. You wanted all the pain to go away, yet you felt so numb that you didn’t feel the only humanity you had left, turn off completely.
Welcome back, hope you’re enjoying the series. Tell me in the comments which part has been your favourite so far x
“Hey” Scott greeted, as Malia and Kira entered and joined the others. “Did you get the text with everything we know so far?” Lydia asked. Kira nodded in agreement and flashed a small smile, Malia however let out a small growl at Isaac. “Malia, he doesn’t know anything that we don't” Stiles interrupted. “He could be lying” she retort. “He’s not” Scott interrupted, referring to Isaac’s heartbeat and loyal nature. “So what’s next?” Kira diffused. “Someone has been beating the shit out of her, to say the least” Stiles told. “Do you know if she had any problems with anyone or?” Allison asked to the group. They all had deep thought, but no one could think of anything. “The day she went missing, she came home injured, and I never got the chance to find out what happened to her” Scott stated, looking down. Malia’s heartbeat rose, drawing the attention of the werewolves. “Oh god” she mumbled, drawing the attention of everyone else. “What?” Kira asked. “I know who did that to her” she claimed. “Who?” Scott asked. “I did that” she said bluntly, looking down. “What do you mean, you did that?” Stiles asked with a firm tone. “I promise you, it’s not what it sounds like-” she tried to justify. “Why would you do that?” Lydia asked appalled. “Just let me explain!” Malia snapped. “Explain what? Trying to give Y/n brain damage?” Isaac said sarcastically. Everyone glanced at Scott, who gave a small nod for them to listen to what she had to say. “I got into a little trouble and Y/n promised to help, without telling anyone” she began. “How does this link to you beating her up, In advance?” Stiles questioned. “I didn’t beat her up, but the people I was in trouble with did, so it’s my fault” her voice cracked at the last part. Everyone sighed slightly, feeing more relieved that Malia didn’t actually beat the living daylights out of you. “Tell us what happened” Scott said, a lot more sympathetically. Malia nod and began.
“When I was looking for the Desert Wolf, I crossed a group of people I shouldn’t have-” . It turned out that Malia wasn’t the only one looking for her, the Calaveras had run into trouble with her in Mexico and didn’t take too kindly in having anyone else getting involved. Malia being Malia, ignored their warning and carried on her search. You came into the equation when they came looking for her in Beacon Hills, she was in trouble and didn’t want to tell the pack because it was her mess and she didn’t want anyone to suffer because of her. Ironically, the pair of you ended up running for your lives more than once. She didn’t want you to get sucked up into it of all people, but you insisted on helping her because you knew she would do the same for you. Human or not, she was your friend and you wasn’t going to let her go through anything alone. “How long has this been going on for?” Allison asked. “A few months” she answered. “Wait, so this arrangement you two had going on, has been over months?” Stiles asked in shock. “Carry on” Lydia leaned in, intrigued by what Malia was saying. “Y/n and I, headed out of town for the afternoon after hearing that the Desert Wolf was going to be there-” she began. “And it was a set up?” Isaac presumed. “We didn’t even get that far” she claimed. It was the day of your disappearance. Malia had skipped school that day, because she needed to meet up with Braeden for information. You had been waiting for a text all day, which you eventually got at lunch. You didn’t want to open it in front of the pack, because you knew they’d sense that was something was up, which they did. You skipped your last period and met up with Malia outside of school. “We need to go now, before the Calaveras get there” she stated. You were both moving at a quick pace, as you ran down the stairs to the carpark. “How? My mom borrowed my car to get to work” you questioned. “So, we’ll take Stiles’ jeep” she shrugged carelessly, as you reached it. You stared at her hesitantly for a moment. Stiles was staying to help out Lacrosse practice, so you knew you could return it before he noticed. She then hit the side of the door, causing it to fling open. You then both proceeded to climb in. “Do you know how to hotwire a car?” she asked. “Of course I do” you scoffed. “You took my jeep!” Stiles accidently shouted, interrupting the story. Malia looked at him calmly. “Yes” she replied bluntly. She then continued before he could go on an hour long rant.
You had been driving for about an hour, when you decided to pull up and put some gas in the jeep. Malia was waiting beside the jeep to get some fresh air, while you walked into the station to pay. You began to make your way back to her, when a group of blacked out cars pulled up and bright lights beamed in your face. Oh god. “Malia go now, they’re here!” you shouted, running past her. She immediately ran behind you, as you both climbed back into Stiles’ jeep and began to drive off. “Are they following us?” you shouted, not wanting to look. She simply growled and withdrew her claws. “I’ll take that as a yes” you complained, turning left off the road. They followed you for a mile, until the pair of you eventually came to a halt at a dead end. “Fuck” you muttered, hitting your hands off the steering wheel. You turned after hearing Malia unbuckle her seatbelt, seeing her getting out of the car and approaching the oncoming group. You sighed and reluctantly unbuckled your seatbelt and followed behind her. Their leader Araya Calavera stepped forward, coming face to face with a very angry Malia. Her followers immediately raised their guns at the pair of you. “Back off” the women simply spoke. “She’s my mother, isn’t she” Malia retort, glowing her eyes blue. “I made a deal with Scott to keep the peace, not you” she spoke again. Respect is a clear theme for the Calaveras, and Malia had no intentions of backing down. “Stay away” she ordered. “Make us” Malia growled. She stood her ground and smiled, before she pulled out an electrocuting rod and began to shock her with it. “Malia!” you called, but as you began to run over to her, another struck you in the head with the back of his gun. You were both on the ground as she towered above you, “Final warning, stupid girls” she shook her head in disapproval and began to walk away. Malia was holding her ribs in pain, and you felt the back of your head bleeding. You and Malia titled your heads to look at each other, she nod to give you the signal of defeat. “No, screw her” you muttered. You picked up the closest object to you, which happened to be a stupid pebble and threw it at the back of her head. “Y/n” Malia sighed, grabbing you and pulling the both of you up as quick as she could. You ran to the jeep, barely avoiding gunfire and reversed the hell out of there, managing to avoid running anyone over-. “Long story short, they caught up with us again, a small fight occurred once more, we got the message of staying away, Deaton patched us up, we returned Stiles’ jeep (after removing several bullets), and we went home and got ready for the pep rally” she finished.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Lydia said, shaking her head. Everyone there in fact, had wide eyes and were in complete disbelief. “Where do we even begin?” Stiles gasped. “You almost got shot?” “The Calaveras?” “Could the pair of you be more stupid” “That is completely insane” they all began to say at once. “I know” Malia stared down at the floor guiltily. Scott wasn’t mad, she could have gotten you killed, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if anything had happened to Malia. “So the Calaveras must have her, maybe they took her to prove a point” Kira synthesised. “No, we would have gotten a message from them by now, like when they took Derek and Peter” Lydia claimed. “Well if they do have her, it’s only fair that I go alone. I got her in this mess and I’ll get her out of it” Malia still couldn’t hide the sadness in her voice, she felt terrible for making you keep such a huge secret like that, especially when it could have been the one to cause your disappearance. “No, Lydia’s right. The Calaveras wouldn’t keep her without letting us know. Y/n is human and they hunt the supernatural, it wouldn’t make sense for them to take her” Stiles inputted. “Lets get this cleared up, Y/n was hurt the night of the pep rally because of the Calaveras” Isaac began to go through rationally. “She was so nervous in the car ride, because she didn’t want us to realise that her and Malia were both inured, and question why” Stiles added. “And you were the one sending her all of the texts?” Scott asked. “I sent her one on the day of her disappearance” she said quizzically. Scott furrowed his brows, remembering the text that you had received a few weeks previous, which caused you to act nervous. “So there’s another piece missing” Kira sighed, frustrated at the lack of answers they all seemed to be getting. “So if it wasn’t you sending her messages, then who was it?” Scott questioned hypothetically. Allison’s eyes widened, as she suddenly sat up. “I think it was me” she spoke, biting her nails anxiously. If she came to the right conclusion of what may have happened to you in her head, the result wouldn’t be good for anyone. The back turned to face her, preparing for yet another side of the story.
Hope you enjoyed this part, comment what part has been your favourite so far, I’d love to know x
“Have anyone seen Y/N?”
Stiles rambled when he reached his friends by the bench outside. He met eyes
with Scott first, whom just shook his head and then turned over to Lydia who
only pursed her lips as she shook her head as well.
“She’s supposed to be here
by now.” Stiles explained. “I told her 9:30; since that meant that we could
have her attention for at least ten minutes before she would storm off to her
first class.” Scott peaked up from his papers. “First class?”
“Yes, she’s not attending
her grades math since she – you know – skipped a grade.” Lydia lowered her
voice since she knew you didn’t want the whole school to know that you were
actually a year older than the rest of your class, including Liam.
“But she’ll be here in
time, don’t worry.” Scott assured his friend and gave Malia a glance once she
met them. Stiles sighed in relief once she saw her coming from the direction of
the parking lot. “Ah, Malia!” he began and grabbed her arm. “Please tell me you
know where Y/N is?”
She furrowed her brows and nodded.
“Yes, she’s at the parking lot.” She noted and smiled once Scott offered her a
piece from his snack-bag. Stiles only looked at her with raised eyebrows. “And?”
he wondered as Malia sat down on the bench.
“Hey Scott, my roommates and I are outside, and Stiles said he went out for ice, can you let us in? I don’t want to just walk in to this person’s house..” You said into your iPhone. “Okay, great, thanks.”
“So is Scott cute?” Your roommate, Hanna, asked.
“Yea, he is, and he’s single too. He’s kind of not over his ex though which actually really sucks, because he definitely deserves better.” You replied.
“And how did you meet all of them again?” Sarah, your other roommate, asked.
“Oh, Scott sits next to me in Western Civ. and we just started hanging out.”
“But Stiles is the one you like?” Hanna confirmed.
“What kind of name is Stiles anyway?” Sarah questioned. You looked at her, furrowing your brow and then shrugged. You didn’t actually know the answer to that question. You intended on finding out.
-Jethan being adorable is something that made my week 100 times better. -Scott at the start of the episode I’M CRYING!!! No, really, I wanted to cry with him. He looked so… so broken. -STOP PUTTING LYDIA IN A HOSPITAL!!! -Deucalion YES -Wow, Deucalion has some moves. -Thiam, I’m blessed. -Theo stopping Liam from killing Gabe at his way: “we’re gonna need to kill the witnesses too, we’re gonna need shovels, etc.” -Liam actually stopping. -Liam: “Why you keep trying to save me?” -Scott’s code: Keep people alive. -Gabe being the thrid wheel between Thiam. -The sheriff trying to show Monroe that she shouldn’t trust Gerard but she doesn’t care (goddamit woman!). -Lydia at the hospital showing her bare shoulder. Was that relevant? -PETER!!! -Sassy Peter at it again!! -That scene at the sheriff’s station, god I love Papa Stilinski!! “I never said Gerard wouldn’t beat me. I said he wouldn’t beat Scott.” YESS!!! -Peter and Malia moment. -Damn the eyeless bodies!! -The feral pack dead, holy fuck -Gabe: “I did it for you.”, “I’m trying to keep you alive.” -Fuck, now I’m shipping Gabe and Nolan what the fuck? Nope, you can’t catch me gay thoughts. -I mean, don’t tell me you didn’t get that vibe from them. Go on, I dare ya!!! -Scalia and Thiam = powercouples -Peter, ohmygod I love him so much. -Malia: “Something in my head convinced you.” and then Scalia flashbacks. -Did all of you heard Peter’s voice as he said “He’s going to get himself killed.” -Holyfuck, character development. -Peter: “Don’t fall in love with a dead man.” Malia: “Too late.” AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! -Jethan’s entrance at the school!! The music, the slow-motion, but that entrance tho!! -Fucking Monroe. -Jackson: “Happy anniversary.”
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
Anon- Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂
Authors Note- I was in the middle of a shit ton of homework when I saw this, but I loved it too much to wait, so I hope you enjoy x
Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning for you all. “Everytime I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott claimed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott kept pretending to turn around, to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said awkwardly, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” he called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around his neck and pulling him down the hallway along with him.
You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don’t love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don’t fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat, looking like a puppy that had just been told off.
After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn’t have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I’m fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students from other grades. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn’t hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don’t say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren’t going to change overnight, why don’t you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You’re right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.
“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott said, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and felt your heart flutter as you caught eye contact with Stiles, his brown eyes looked wet and he had such an adoring look on his face that made you melt. With all you were feeling all you managed was a simple wave, which he returned. God you fucking idiot. Tell him how you feel. “I’m doing it now” He stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles said so calmly. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I didn’t see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/N?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to rush off, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this little crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I’m telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked, completely shocked. “Yes Stiles, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.
He wasn’t in your next lesson and time couldn’t have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went up he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn’t walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat in the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, beside Stiles who stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach…Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins, smiles and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren’t embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that’s enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.
Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled shyly. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Sorry its kind of rushed but I waned to get something out before I do my school work. I love you guys but requests are closed so I wont be doing any that are sent to me for a while x