Allison Argent in truth just wants to be able to be a normal teenage girl, she hates that she has to be scared, that she has to learn to do so many things so that she can have some power, that she is dangerous now simply because the supernatural refused to leave them all alone. She wishes she could go back to blissful ignorance, but she can’t.
“You stop! You’re crazy, Y/N.” Derek pulls his arm away from you.
“Derek..” You look up at him and he shakes his head.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Baby, don’t say that. Please.”
“Don’t call me baby.” He glares at you and you feel goosebumps rise.
“Derek, you can’t go.”
He put up with a lot from you. You were both at the age where an engagement would make sense. You know he was ready to settle down, but the thought of it scared you. You went out as much as possible plans partied. Sometimes he went with you, most of the times he didn’t. The times that he didn’t he ended up bringing you home drunk anyway.
You were passionate. You were passionate about him, so all the threats to leave and the false accusations always made sense to you, but never him.
The tip of the iceberg was when you killed Peter. He wasn’t dead dead, he was just temporarily dead. He’d threatened Derek and you just didn’t know what you do.
“Being with you is like raising a teenager. I can’t do it anymore, Y/N! I’m tired.” He sighs.
“I did it for you. I couldn’t lose you.”
“You didn’t even consult me! Seriously, Y/N, you killed my uncle for God’s sake.”
“Derek. Look at me.”
He looks down at you, the look in your eye making him soften. “What?”
“I can change. I won’t party anymore, I can be a different person.”
“No one changes. Y/N, I can’t ask you to even try.”
“I know I’m a screw-up. I know it. I could try to blame it on my childhood, but we both know that’s not the truth. Give me one more chance. One.”
He sighs, giving you a once over. “Fine.”
“I can bring Peter back..I just…I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh, I don’t care that he’s dead…I just cared that you didn’t think about me before you did it.” He breathes out and sits on the couch.
“I’m sorry.” You sit on his lap.
“Do you see where I’m coming from?”
You nod, “Yeah…I totally get it.”
He kisses your temple. “I love you. I wouldn’t have been able to stay away long anyway.”
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Desc: Isaac comes to reader seeking help one night, after being locked in the freezer and emotionally traumatized.
For her, there had been nothing out of the ordinary about that night. She sat atop her thick layers of quilts, school papers spread across the bed as she tapped her pencil rhythmically to the soft music coming from her phone. The girl yawned and reached for a sip of hot tea before lazily stretching her legs out and pulling her hair up, a yelp of surprise tumbling off her lips when a face appeared in the reflection of her window. She jumped up at once, rushing over to pull the frame open, the cool night breeze instantly fluttering against her skin.
“Isaac?!” she breathed in surprise.
He was ghostly white, blue, almost, and his teeth chattered as he gave a small tilt of his head, unable to formulate his speech.
“Oh my god, come on, come,” the girl mumbled frantically, hoisting her hands under his arms and pulling the freezing cold werewolf into her cozy and warmly lit bedroom.
She blocked out the starry sky with her blinds and quietly locked her door before giving her attention back to the disheveled boy who sat collapsed on her floor. He wore a grey jacket and ripped black jeans, and his curly honey hair was a mess atop his pale skin. She quickly sunk to his side, pressing a palm to his cheek and reeling back with the cold that stung her. His icy blue eyes tried helplessly to search hers, but she was already on her feet and seizing the blankets from her bed and wrapping them snugly around him. She pulled him into her bed before he could protest, and forced her hot teacup into his shaking hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the hot surface eagerly.
“Drink,” she demanded.
Isaac did as commanded, a warm flush starting to spread in his face once more. He brought his hands around his knees, trying not to quake as he looked over the worried expression on the pretty little thing in front of him.
“Better?” she asked softly.
“A little cold still,” he admitted.
“Oh…” she paused, looking him over for a second before making her mind up at once as she pulled her body into the werewolf’s. He inhaled sharply with surprise, his heart racing as he felt two arms wrap tightly around his body, her body snuggling against his and instantly sending warmth to his freezing flesh. She placed her cheek against the crook of his neck, breath sending tingles of electricity into him.
“Thank you,” he managed at last.
She squeezed him lightly, her bright eyes blinking up at him with concern, “Isaac?”
He hated how just the way she said his name would drive him crazy, and responded with a small grunt.
“Did your dad, did he-” she shook her head, “did he lock you in the freezer?”
“Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was routine by now.
They’d brought it up a couple times before, but he always changed topic quickly, not liking to discuss the matter, and never once had she seen him experience it firsthand, or show up like he had that night.
“Oh my god,” she pulled back, and Isaac stared at her with yearning for her to stay in his arms. “I won’t even bother asking if you’re okay,” she shook her head.
“I’m okay,” he lied.
“No you’re not Isaac,” she rubbed her fingers against her temples, “why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, why are you coming for help now?”
He gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his curls over his eyes, his words almost inaudible, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
She just sat there like a deer in the headlights, and he could hear her heart shattering for him in that moment.
“You’ll always have me,” she stated, “I promise, okay?”
“Okay,” he nodded lightly.
“No, Isaac,” she insisted, fingers crawling under his jaw so as to force his blue eyes to her own, “I don’t ever want you to be like that again.”
He nodded, meaning it this time.
“You should sleep,” she sighed at last, trailing her fingertips lightly against Isaac’s jaw before removing them from his skin.
“I won’t be able to,” he admitted, “because, well, the nightmares…So I can leave, if you want.”
“I don’t want that,” she insisted, “stay, please.”
He sighed with relief, examining the girl who examined him right back.
“What’s it like?” she mumbled. “If you don’t mind answering.”
“Hell,” he responded instantly. “Ironic, considering the cold,” he laughed bitterly, “but, it’s hell. I can’t move, it’s just these walls caging me in, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I know when I get out he’ll just hurt me again, and I-” he stopped, teeth clenched, eyes fluttering closed.
She didn’t know what else to do, so she hugged him. She barreled into his front, locking her arms around his neck and bringing her fingers gently through his honey hair, feeling him whimper against her, rocking his body slowly as he cried softly into her shirt. She could smell his dark cologne, feel his tears, the quiet shakes of his body, but she embraced him further, giving her every piece of love to the boy in her arms.
“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his misty eyes and pulled away with embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” she answered, “I should’ve stayed quiet.”
“No, it’s good to tell someone,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid that I cry.”
“It’s not stupid, it’s human,” she reassured gently.
“But I’m not human,” he laughed, a smile tickling his lips as they spread into that grin she loved.
“Oh, right,” she giggled, “but you know what I mean.”
“And you still think the same of me, even with what I am?” he asked nervously.
“I think better,” she said, “because you’re a fighter, Isaac Lahey. My fighter.”
“Yours?” he breathed.
“Oh, well yeah, I just…” her cheeks went searing red, but he only smiled.
“I can hear your heartbeat, you know?” he smirked, listening in to the flutter in her chest.
“Oh god, oh right,” she said, trying to calm her heart, but silently freaking out when it only sped up under Isaac’s lingering intense gaze.
His eyes flickered down to her chest and back up, something registering on his face. “It stopped,” he said.
“Your heart, it stopped just now,” he repeated. “Why-I mean how-well what-” he stammered in confusion, but was silenced at once with the set of lips that molded lightly into his own. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing as he sunk into her kiss, his hand coming gently to cup her cheek as he nudged himself deeper into her mouth, drunk off her taste at once. The girl dipped her lips in roughly for the briefest of seconds before retreating, her nose pressed lightly to Isaac’s, giving him one more peck before releasing him altogether.
“So did yours,” she whispered.
Isaac beamed radiantly at her, “and how would you know that?”
“I don’t need to have super hearing to know when I’ve caught you off guard,” she smiled.
“You’ve got me,” the werewolf’s lips twitched.
“And, how do you feel?” she asked.
He paused, eyes crinkling with genuine happiness, the first happiness he’d felt in a long time.