parrish x lydia

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Teen Wolf Preference - How they show you’re theirs

A/n: The last one is one of my most popular posts so I wrote another with more characters this time!

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Stiles

You’d originally stolen his hoodie from his locker because it had been colder than you had expected and he had no objection. You ended up wearing it quite a lot and Stiles often encouraged it saying that you looked adorable before kissing you on the forehead and walking with his arm across your shoulders. While that was the truth he just hoped that his signature red hoodie was enough to let anyone interested know that you were taken and who by.

Scott

What better way was there to show that you had the Lacrosse team’s captain’s heart than to wear his Lacrosse jacket? It had his last name boldly written on the back and for the select few who had a more supernatural sense of smell, it was easy for them to realise who it and you belong to. You also loved it because you were constantly surrounded by his scent and it calmed you. When Scott realised he really loved you was when he was returning to class after leaving to ‘go to the bathroom’. You were getting really nervous and he could feel your heightened heart beat as if it was his own. But just as he got to the door your heart beat slowed down to normal and he saw that you’d pulled his jacket off of his chair next to you and slipped it on. Your small smile only got wider when he came back into the room and kissed you on the forehead before sitting down again.

Isaac

Isaac was just generally unhappy if you weren’t wearing one of his scarves. You had figured him out pretty quickly and realised that it was his way of letting everyone know that you were his. He made up excuses: ‘you look cold’ or ‘it goes with what you’re wearing’ even when it really didn’t. But you didn’t really bring it up because he was happy and that’s what mattered.

Liam

Especially with his IED, Liam had trouble controlling himself when someone else started to flirt with you. On bad days they just had to look in your direction and Liam pounced on them before you or one of the pack could pull him off. Liam had done just that and almost really hurt one of your close friends because he thought he had been just too close to you. You’d yelled at him when you got to your house after school, the frustration of his over protectiveness just got to you. Liam ran off and you immediately regretted every word that had left your mouth. He came back only a couple minutes later with a silk pouch. Inside was a necklace with a charm in the shape of an L. “I know it’s kinda stupid but I was going to give it to you for your birthday, and … and I have one too.” He showed you his wrist where he was wearing a bracelet with the same thin silver chain and a charm of the first letter of your name. You knew you were falling hard for this boy.

Derek

Derek worried when you were at school. He knew you wouldn’t even think about cheating on him but he wasn’t so sure about the no-good hormonal teenagers. This wasn’t helped by Isaac and Stiles who had tried to flirt with you within Derek’s earshot. It didn’t end well. So he started leaving hickeys on your neck. You tried to cover them with your hair but they were always visible to anyone who was near enough. But they worked. Also, you couldn’t resist Derek stupid smirk any time he caught sight of them.

Parrish

Jordan liked to pick you up from school to make sure everyone knew you weren’t available and often used his break to do so. If he had the time he would park down the road and wait at the gate so you could walk together with his arm around your waist. But he preferred it when he didn’t as he would pull right up to the door where you would be waiting. He told you that it was just so he could see you as he was often too busy but you knew he liked seeing the faces of the hormonal teenage boys who tried to hit on you. But you endured it and rushed round to open the door and kiss his smirking lips before he sped off again. “I can feel you rolling your eyes y/n.”

Lydia

Every girl has their own scent that they spray on every morning and means you can usually tell who was coming around the corner or down the stairs, Lydia was no different. After you spent time cuddling and watching a movie she realised that her perfume had somehow got onto you. She decided there and then that she loved it when you smelled like her. Lydia also figured that if you were wearing the same perfume as her people would, albeit unconsciously, associate you with her.

Allison

Allison didn’t let anyone think that you weren’t taken. In the hallways, she would sneak up on you and wrap her arms around your waist, even if you were talking to someone. In class, she would hold your hand while sitting behind you. At lunch, she would place a finger underneath your chin so she could turn your face towards her and kiss you. Sometimes people would complain and tell you to get a room but Allison would just swear at them, after all, you wouldn’t exchange the affection for anything in the world.

Rising Waters

SUMMARY: Being the sherriff’s daughter has its ups and downs. Up: free rides after your car has broken down during torrential downpours. Down: this ride happens to be Deputy Jordan Parrish, leading to a new development.

WORD COUNT: 2,707 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: none :) and you might spot some s.f.fitz lines because my friend send me a lot of quotes from his writings and it kind of influenced this piece (and there is much more after this but I don’t think I’ll be posting it…)


(Y/n) growls under her breath, kicking the back tire hard as rain comes down harder. Her Jeep just gave up on her after a very late night round of lacrosse practice at the school, and with a massive storm heading to the town, she can’t imagine how she’ll get home.

A car horn grabs her attention and she turns around, shielding her eyes from the downpour as a deputy’s car pulls up. The passenger window is rolled down to reveal Parrish, and she let’s out a relieved sigh.

“Need a ride?” he calls out as thunder shakes the ground. She nods and grabs her backpack from the keep, quickly climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

“You are my favorite person right now,” she says as she sighs again. Parrish chuckles and pulls out of the school parking lot, turning left towards (y/n)’s house.

“What happened to the Jeep?” he asks, and she looks at him.

“It’s one of the oldest prices of crap on the road,” she tells him. “I guess the engine finally quit on me.” He chuckles but stops as he sees the street in front of him.

“Shit,” he hisses, and (y/n) looks through the torrential rain. The streets are flooded, the water rising quick. “All the other roads are blocked to your house.”

“Damn,” she hisses, and he backs up to continue going straight before the water can reach his car. “What now?”

“The station is bare staffed right now,” he explains. “Your father went home hours ago, and from what I hear, your brother is home.”

(Y/n) sighs and leans back, shivering in the wet clothes. Parrish looks over and frowns.

“You’ll stay with me until the rain quits,” he says, turning right.

“Are you sure?” she asks, putting her arms around herself for warmth.

“Yeah, I’ll call your dad when we get to my place,” he says with a nod. He looks to her and she gives him a grateful smile, one he makes sure to return.

They pull into his apartment complex just a few minutes later and the water is up to the middle of the lifted tires. (Y/n) grips her bag and they give a nod to each other, sprinting out of the car and up the stairs. They laughs loudly, almost over the sound of the thunder, and Parrish opens his apartment door.

(y/n) drops her bag and they take off their soaked shoes as he shuts and locks the door. She looks at him, his clothes soaked like her and hair messy, and she can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Parrish asks, running his hands through his hair. “You should see yourself.” She laughs harder and he grins. “Come in, I’ve got some clothes you can change into.”

He leads her to his bedroom and as they walk through his apartment, she realizes how cluttered it is. Bullets and wires lie on the tables, books on the floor in pikes up to her knees. But the organized chaos feels welcoming to her, and she smiles a little.

“Here,” he says, tossing her a BCPD shirt, one long enough to go mid thigh on her. She nods and he points to the bathroom. “I’ll find a pair of shorts-”

“This should be fine,” she tells him, figuring the shirt could double as a dress. “Thanks.” She walks into the bathroom and changes out of the wet clothes quickly, hating the feeling of the cold fabric on her skin. She sets her clothes on the edge of the bathtub and runs her fingers through her hair. She slides the shirt on and it goes just a few inches below her waist, enough to cover her to where she’s comfortable with it.

She opens the bathroom door and sees Parrish is still changing in the bedroom. He has his shirt off but a pair of sweatpants on, his hair disheveled as he slides a shirt on. (Y/n) can’t seem to do anything but stare, until she snaps herself out of the daze and walks out to him.

“See?” she shows him. “Basically a dress.” He laughs, grabbing his phone.

“I better call your dad now,” he says and she nods as they walk to the living room. They sit on the couch and (y/n) picks up some stray bullets, rolling them around in her hand.

“Hey Stilinski,” Parrish says, grabbing her attention. “(Y/n)’s Jeep broke down and all the roads to your house were blocked, so she’s with me until it clears up.” (Y/n) can’t hear what her father says. She lies down, putting her legs on his lap and resting her head on the pillow. Parrish laughs at her, pulling her legs closer.

“Yes sir, I’m taking the couch,” he says, and (y/n) sits up.

“No, I am,” she tries to shout into the phone, but Parrish playfully pushes her back down. She scrunches her nose, a look he happens to adore on her, and crosses her arms.

Parrish hangs up the phone and looks to her. “I’m taking the couch,” he repeats slowly as he stands, and she stands with him.

“That’s not fair!” she argues. “This is your place, not mine-”

“You’re the guest, and just so happened to be sheriff’s daughter,” he says, looking down at her as he steps closer. “No way in hell I’m not taking the couch.”

She groans in frustration, falling back onto the couch and crossing her arms as she lies down. “Not if I fall asleep first,” she says with an involuntary yawn, grabbing the blanket at her feet and covering up.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he mumbles, turning the lights off. She smiles at him as he walks to his bedroom, where he climbs under the covers but makes sure to keep the door open. The sound of thunder echoes through the apartment and not before long, (y/n) ends up falling asleep on the couch.

Parrish waits about half an hour, making sure she really is asleep, and walks back out to the living room. He slides his arms under her legs and back carefully, her head naturally resting on his chest. He carries her into the bedroom and he sets her down on the bed, covering her up with a victorious grin.

“Damn you, Jordan,” she growls lowly, burying her face into the pillow. He just laughs and walks back out to the couch, taking his spot and covering up.

Not even five minutes pass before (y/n) shuffles out to him, lightning the only thing guiding her to the couch. She takes his hand and pulls him up, making him frown as she drags him to the bedroom. She climbs under the covers and continues to pull him, and he laughs as he’s forced to lie under the covers.

“There,” she says, putting her face into a pillow and keeping only a few inches of room between them on the large bed. “We both win.” He laughs covers her up more. He takes his shirt off and sets it next to him, and they both fall asleep to the sound of the storms.

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She doesn’t know if it was the thunder that shook the apartment that woke her, or the flashes of lightning, but she wakes as the clock on the nightstand reads 2:17.

She frowns and sits up, looking over to Parrish. She catches a glimpse of his face as lightning strikes outside. It’s riddled with pain and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. He tosses and turns, and she realizes he’s having a nightmare.

“Jordan,” she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. He growls under his breath, still asleep, and she shakes his arm. “Jordan, you need to wake up,” she says a little louder. Lightning strikes and a roll of thunder hits the apartment, making him sit up with wide eyes and involuntarily grab her wrist tight.

“Jordan!” she shouts and he quickly releases her hand, panting as he looks at her.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. (Y/n) ignores the dull pain in her wrist and scoots to him, placing a light hand on his cheek.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks quietly, and he closes his eyes, letting her hand support him. She frowns, pulling him into a hug. “Want to tell me what that was about?” she asks, running a hand up and down his bare back. He shakes his head and grips her shirt in his fists, burying his face in her neck. She frowns more, nodding.

She lies down, pulling him with her so that his head lies on her chest. He wraps his arms around her tight, like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. He lies on top of her and it doesn’t bother her, his weight and shape almost fitting to her body. She runs a hand through his hair and she can feel his laboured breaths, his chest struggling to stay steady.

“Do these happen often?” she asks.

“Every night,” he whispers into her shirt. “Ever since the army, mission gone wrong.” She purses her lips, finally realizing it’s PTSD that haunts his mind.

“When was the last time you got real sleep?”

“Before I was deployed,” he answers, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She swears she can feel his pain, like it’s radiating to her, and she wants to cry knowing he’s in pain.

“Sleep,” she whispers, pulling the covers over him to his shoulders. She runs a hand through his hair still and he holds her like she’s his anchor during a storm at sea. “Just sleep.” He closes his eyes and focuses on her heartbeat, and soon, he’s asleep in a dreamless state for once.

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Parrish wakes first, the sunlight and absence of rain causing him to rise. He blinks his eyes open and looks down at (y/n), who lies asleep in his arms now. She has her face in his bare chest, one hand lying on his chest and another wrapped around him. One hand of his lies on her hip, another on her back under her shirt.

He lies his head down on the pillow and watches her, taking in how peaceful she looks and how right this feels. He realizes then that he wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning, with her in his arms and him holding her this close. He realizes that she keeps him calm at night, and that that was the first dreamless sleep he had gotten since years ago before the army. He realizes he needs her, and he pulls her closer as he does.

(Y/n) shifts, nuzzling her face into his shoulder as she drapes a leg over his. He holds back a chuckle and buries his face in her hair, taking in the scent of rain and dew.

She blinks her eyes open, her lips accidentally on his collarbone. She closes her eyes again, leaving her lips where they are, and Parrish runs his hands up her back to pull her even closer.

She likes this, she admits to herself. She likes how he has her so close and how his rough hands are somehow so soft on her hip and back. She doesn’t mind her shirt is rose up, because she realizes just how much she trusts him. She loves how he’s like a heater, and he loves how she’s as cold as ice, and how they seem to balance each other out is beyond reason to anyone in the world.

Both awake now, yet dazed by each other’s touch, remain still and in embrace for the longest time, neither wanting to move away. But the sharp ring of his cellphone on the nightstand pulls them to reality, and he sighs as it rings aloud.

“Are you going to get that?” she asks, her lips tracing his collarbone as she does.

“It can wait,” he mumbles.

(Y/n) just nods and soon the ringing stops, allowing them to close their eyes and relax their bodies to fit like puzzle pieces.

Someone knocks on the front door and both shoot up, eyes wide as they look at each other. Knocking echoes the apartment again and Parrish rushes out of bed, slipping his shirt on and covering her up.

“Pretend you’re asleep!” he hisses, and she throws herself onto the pillow and tries to look at peaceful and possible.

Parrish looks at the couch and nods as he sees it looks like he slept there, and he opens the door as he brushes a hand through his hair. It’s Stiles, an annoyed look on his face as he pushes himself into the apartment. Parrish just stares at him.

“I’m here to pick my sis up,” he tells him, looking around. “Do you believe in cleaning up, or is that just against your beliefs?” Parrish rolls his eyes and Stiles walks to the bedroom, Parrish chasing after him.

Stiles walks in, crossing his arms when he sees his twin. “I know you’re awake,” he says in a bored tone, but she stays still. Stiles sighs and jumps on the bed, Parrish laughing as (y/n) curses under her breath.

“Hey, you two didn’t fool around, did you?” Stiles asks, and (y/n) kicks him off the bed. “Ouch, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” Stiles stands up, brushing his shirt off. “Dad got the Jeep into the shop, he told me to come get you.” She groans as she sits up, running her fingers through her knotted hair.

“Whatever,” she hisses. Parrish watches her with crossed arms and Stiles looks back and forth between them.

“Are you two sure you didn’t-” (Y/n) throws a pillow at him, making him stumble back as he laughs and throws it back at her. “I’ll be out in the car,” he calls out as he leaves, the front door slamming shut.

(Y/n) moans as she stretches, standing up and popping her back. She pulls Parrish back to the bed and he laughs as they lie down, Serilda laying on top of him.

“You slept the rest of the night,” she mutters into his chest, and his hands trace up her body and under her shirt. She smiles into his shirt as his hands wraps around her sides, big enough to hold her easily.

“You’re brother is waiting outside,” he whispers into her hair and she groans, sitting up and straddling him. She puts her hands on his chest and his find their way to her hips again. He looks up at her as she pulls her hair into a messy bun, and he can’t help but fall in love with every freckle she has that paints her cheeks.

“You’re staring,” she says, and he grins.

“How could I not?” She smiles wide, biting her cheek as she tries to look away. Parrish sits up, keeping her on his lap, and kisses her softly. He was chilled by the innocence of her kiss and how her lips locked with his, how her hands pulled his face closer to her and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He realizes he loves her, and that this was the beginning and ending to everything they know.

Stiles honks outside and they pause, (y/n) leaning back but keeping her eyes locked on his. She kisses him once more, and it feels like the longest kiss in the shortest seconds. She pulls back and climbs out of bed, running to the bathroom and shoving her clothes into her bag, Parrish watching her the whole time. She looks back at him as she leaves the bedroom, and she pauses for a moment.

“You know where to find me if you can’t sleep,” she says with a small smile. And with that, she leaves, and Parrish is left by himself to sort out his love sick mind.

Derek Hale Story (8)

Hanging Out:

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless


Two days after your date with Derek You and everyone were at his loft. The supernatural beings were mostly training, which left You and Stiles. Even Lydia has been training to fight with Parrish.

You and stiles put on a movie and we’re talking, goofing off, and laughing. You and stiles were playing thumb wars. Of course you won.. a bunch of times.

“Ha I won again loser” you said to stiles laughing your ass off.

“I let you win, it’s what gentlemen do” stiles defended

“ so sure stilinski ” you chuckle at him.

“What now” you asked him.

“Another game” he pretty much shouts and adds on “ but this time I won’t let you won” he says.


You decide to play the hand game tic tac toe. You both put your hands together and start the game.

Both saying “ tic tac toe gimme an x gimme an o give me a three in a row, rock paper scissor” You picked paper as stiles picked rock. Well everyone knows paper covers rock.

“Yes” you yell with a huge smile on your pretty face.

Your yelling apparently caught some attention because Derek, Issac, and Jordan snapped their heads in your direction. You and stiles laughed giving them awkward smiles.

“Sorry” you both say at the same time.

“I can’t help it if I make beautiful girls scream” stiles says to you trying to be smooth and a little pervy while the boys are staring at you too.

Jordan chuckles at stiles ridiculous remark. Issac has no expression but feels a little awkward because you and his history. And Derek does an overly exaggerated eye roll and did not look so happy.

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You slap stiles on his arm as the boys focus back to training. You and stiles go back to playing your game.

“Alright now shut your eyes and no peeking” you told stiles. He does as told and you poke him with your middle finger.

“Okay now guess which finger i used” you said to stiles.

He opens his eyes and thinks for a moment.

“Hmm” was the sound coming from his mouth. Another moment goes by.

“ well which is it” you huff out.

Stiles eyes widen a bit in a joking manner just like you joked being annoyed with him taking forever to answer.

“Okay jeez, it was your ring finger” he finally answers.

“Nope, it was my middle finger” you say while putting up your middle finger looking like your flipping him off.

“Well that’s rude” stiles acts offended while lightly slapping your finger away.

“Now give me your arm” you say while grabbing stiles arm.

“I win you lose now you have a big bruise” you punch stiles arm with every word you spoke. When you did you last punch stiles overemphasized saying “ow”.

You and stiles stopped playing around while the others who were training stopped and all sat around relaxing. Derek came to the couch where you and stiles have been sitting the whole time being at the loft. Derek lightly pushed stiles away from you so he can sit beside you.

“Hey I was sitting there” stiles exclaimed

“Yeah” Derek says sounding unimpressed and annoyed. Derek turns to face you ignoring everyone else’s chatter.

“How are you” he asks with a genuine smile.

“I am fine thank you, and your self” you return asking

“I am good, glad I get to talk with you, sorry for being busy up until now” Derek replies apologetically

You let out a chuckle “no no it’s fine” you reassure him

“Your amazing” Derek says and smiles

“So I’ve been told” you sass back with a smirk plastered on your face

“I bet” he smirks back.

Everyone talked for awhile. Then people started leaving shortly after one another. First was Jordan, then Lydia with Kira, Scott, stiles and Issac left all together. That left you and Derek alone.

“Want to put on a movie” you ask Than add “ or I can just go home if you want” you joke

“I really wish you wouldn’t go"Derek says while putting some of your hair behind your ear.

This made you blush which Derek was well aware of and smirked leaning in close to your face lips just touching slightly, lingering on each other. You breath in and Derek finally smashes his lip to yours. Passionately kissing for a couple minutes and then pulling away with cute smiles on both your face’s.

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Derek gets up from the couch and grabs a movie for you two to watch. He puts the movie in and sits back down beside you.

"Not that I don’t want to watch the movie, but I much rather kiss you some more” you speak nonchalantly

Derek takes that as his que.

He grabs your face pulling it close to his and kissing you just as passionate as before. The kiss turned into a full on make out session with Derek on his couch.

You end up laying on your back on the couch with Derek on top of you lips locked together. Your hands are in Derek’s hair while his hands are roaming up and down your body. Derek’s hands stop moving all over your body and his lips separated from yours. He moves his face back a few inches away from yours

“We should probably stop” Derek says

You breathe out a little “yeah maybe we should slow down for now” you agree

Derek and you cuddle on the couch watching the rest of whatever movie Derek had put on.

The movie ended and you stood up grabbing your purse.

“Let me drive you home, its late” Derek offers

You nod and say “Alright thanks Der”

You guys leave the loft and get into his car.

The radio is on and a song you know and love comes on. So of course you can’t help your self and sing along.

Derek glances your way throughout the drive to your house smiling at how adorable you look moving around dancing and singing in the passenger seat.

You arrive at home. Derek walks you to your door.

“Thank you for the ride” you smile

“Anytime babe, gotta make sure your safe” he says and kisses your cheek.

“Have a goodnight and sleep well” Derek says to you.

“You too” you say back waving at him as he gets into his car.

And here you are standing at your door watching him drive down the street with a lovestruck smile and gleam in your eye.

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A Promise to Hold // Theo

Prompt #18: “Just promise me you’ll come back to us”

Author: Caitsy

Warnings: Possible swearing and fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs involved either.

Summary: Theo came back to his family but Liam’s managed to convince him to help even if it means leaving his family. With a promise he intends to keep he leaves to help for the good side.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

A/N: Long awaited and I apologize! It’s been a busy time since beginning this blog and so Ash and I would like to thank you for being so supportive and remember to request things! It’s also admittedly terrible.

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You were a secret from everyone in Theo’s life because you were a weakness. Theo needed to be strong and while he wanted you to be a badass by his side, you had pushed him into agreeing to this. You couldn’t be at his side when you weren’t the only one involved.

Theo was the bad guy and you both knew that was true but you also knew he was loving and kind to both you and your guys son. Thomas was a miniature version of his father from the hair to the eyes while he had your smile and nose. He was the light of both Theo and your life even if he wasn’t planned whatsoever.

“Thomas!” You grinned picking up the toddler. He babbled before snuggling into your shoulder.

“Mama.” Thomas said curling his body into your arms like a cat, “Dada?”

“He’s coming home.” You said kissing his cheek, “He better be here before bedtime though.”

Theo had recently come back from the dead with a lot of changes. He wasn’t the same bloodthirsty chimera as he had been before, he no longer strived to be more than what that Scott McCall was. He was suffering in silence and not wanting to drag you into the fray.

“Y/N?” Theo asked walking into the house you had illegally rented, “Where’s Thomas?”

“Dada!”

Thomas struggled in your arms before he waddled over to his crouching father. They curled into each others arms as you crossed yours. You were lucky to see Theo on the weekdays since he returned because you guys lived just in the outskirts of the neighboring town to Beacon Hills.

“Why are you home so early?” You questioned.

“I have some news to tell you.”

“And?” You questioned just as the front door opened to reveal a younger teenager. He was shorter than Theo by just a little but you recognized him somewhat, “Liam?”
“That’s me.” Liam awkwardly waved. You raised an eyebrow.

“You brought Theo back? Why? Aren’t your the enemy?”

“Kind of?” Liam trailed off watching the weird scene of Theo holding a child that looked like him, “You have a family?”

“What’s going on?”

“The Wild Hunt is in Beacon Hills. It’s taken everyone but the Sheriff, Scott, Lydia, Malia, Theo and I.” Liam explained shifting on his feet as the child turned his attention to him.

“Fri-“

“I’m going to put a tv show on for Thomas.” Theo said bringing his son into the living room.

“What are we supposed to do?” You questioned, “You all made both Thomas and my life worse by taking Theo.”

“You help and I won’t sent him back.”

“Can’t do that without the sword.” Theo smirked putting one arm around me.

“I’ll find some-“

“Fine. I’ll help but that boy in that room stays out of this and NO ONE will know about his existence. Got it?” You stated.

“Stay here with Thomas. I’m going to help Liam and I’ll come back I promise.” Theo said before kissing you. You heard the clearing of a voice before you cast a glare at Liam earning a scoff in reply.

“Just promise me you’ll come back to us.” You said leaning your forehead against Theo’s earning a peck.

“Of course. I’ll always come back for you two.”

You watched as the two boys left the house and into the darkness where you wished Theo didn’t have to go to again and again. You weren’t even twenty and you already had a child that could very well grow up without a dad. If the Wild Hunt truly is in Beacon Hills than by tonight you may never even remember Theo.

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You weren’t sure how much time passed but Theo hadn’t returned to see Thomas on his second birth and you knew he was gone. You just didn’t know if you should be happy to remember him or not because that’s not what the Wild Hunt did.

You were a human. You didn’t have claws or sharp teeth or anything supernatural. That didn’t mean you were helpless so when the door rattled you had a gun aimed there.

“Y/N?”

“Theo?” You questioned both confused and shocked.

“I’m home. For good.” Theo grinned as his son flew into the room screaming for him.

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11 Reasons Why I Keep Re-Watching Teen Wolf

1. Scott and Stiles 

2. Stiles and Lydia

3. Scott and Stiles

4. Jordan Parrish Shirtless

5. Scott and Stiles

6. Chris and Malissa

7.Scott and Stiles 

8. Scott and Allison

9. Scott and Stiles 

10. Derek Hale

11. Did I mention Scott and Stiles

TW Preference - How they let you know they love you without saying it

A/n: I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you like it ^-^ 

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Stiles Stilinski 

Stiles liked to kiss you whenever he could. Usually when you were in public or with the pack it would be on the cheek or on your forehead but both of you favoured them. Whenever you made a witty comment or pointed out something important that the pack had missed he would pull you closer with his arm around your waist and press a kiss to just below your hairline. If you or him had to leave to go somewhere without the other, Stiles would not let anyone go anywhere without placing a quick kiss on your cheek. But sometimes, mainly in private, he’s just so in awe with how beautiful and talented and wonderful you are that he will place a finger under your chin so he can kiss you properly and you know exactly what he’s trying to convey when he does.

Scott McCall

While he was very proud of how hard you worked and everything you did for the pack, Scott knew that sometimes in the whirlwind of life you forgot to take proper care of yourself. Scott would turn up at your house in the early hours of the morning and found you sitting at your desk still researching, he knew he would never convince you to go to bed so he would close your laptop and lead you there. Without a word, he would lay down with you and wait until you fell asleep before he would close his eyes with you in his arms. Every so often you wouldn’t turn up in the cafeteria for a few days and Scott would find you in the library. “Have you eaten today?” “Urm.” “Y/n, when was the last time you ate a proper meal?” He would see your guilty smile and roll his eyes but you knew he only did all this because he cares. 

Isaac Lahey 

You knew that Isaac had a troubled past but you’d never be able to tell on a normal day because he puts on a happy face and is ready to make sarcastic or funny comments whenever they’re needed. This is all most people see. But you know when he’s seeming a little off and when you get to your house later you tell him that it’s okay and he usually immediately falls into your arms. You can practically see the walls that he’s spent years building crumbling in your hands and you know that Isaac would let them fall for anyone else. You knew how much trust it must take and you were glad that it was in you. 

Derek Hale 

Most of your evenings were spent in Derek’s loft and so he took the opportunity to cook the most wonderful food he could for you. When you arrived after school the loft would usually already smell of the spices he was using to prepare it. Time after time you told him that he’s too busy to be bothering with all this effort. “It’s not too much effort if it’s for you.” If you couldn’t stay for dinner he’d either give you some to take home with you or a few cookies or a slice of cake to have after whatever you were going to have at home. Although you were still a bit apprehensive about the whole thing you’re favourite was when he gave you a box wrapped in brown paper with the instructions to put it in the fridge and eat it at school the next day. It was always amazing to unwrap it in the cafeteria or the library and find one of his wonderful recipes and a note on top reminding you to enjoy your day.

Liam Dunbar 

Liam had been nervous when he asked you out and this anxious energy hadn’t seemed to disappear, only shift. During the school day he would find you between classes to check that everything was okay and once you’d reassured him he would shuffle quickly to his next class after placing a kiss to your forehead. You had to keep your phone on silent and away in your bag because it was always vibrating with texts, how are you? x, everything okay? x, just checking in x. To some they would seem annoying but you appreciated how much he cared about you. Once, during a Lacrosse game, after you had been hurt a little by a werewolf looking for Scott, Liam would hardly take his eyes off of you where you were safely guarded by Lydia, Malia and Kira. He got ran into more than a couple times and eventually Coach had to bench him after he was completely swept off of his feet, it was all quite endearing. 

Jordan Parrish 

“You’re so intelligent" 

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" 

"How did I get so lucky?" 

"I’m so proud of you, you should be proud of yourself too" 

"Sorry, I just keep getting lost in your eyes" 

Every time Jordan gave you a compliment you’d feel the blush spread across your cheeks immediately, you could never stop it. Whether it was over text or face to face, he would never go more than half an hour without telling you that you ‘made things so much better when you were around’ or that 'your smile lights up the whole room’. He knew that you had struggled with self-esteem issues and wanted to completely change that. So while it was sometimes embarrassing, Jordan made you feel a whole lot better and you wouldn’t trade him or his ways for the world. 

Allison Argent 

While you and Allison had things in common, there were obviously still some differences. Most of them were what you got up to in your free time. What surprised you most is how keen Allison was to give up some of her free time that she could have spent practising archery going with you to take part in your hobbies. You could tell when she wasn’t really enjoying it and knew that it wasn’t likely that she would do it again with you but you were so grateful that she tried when most people would have a conversation about it with you once before changing the subject. After a while of experimentation, you and Allison found something you could do together which often turned out to be the highlight of your week. 

Lydia Martin 

Lydia talks a lot, you definitely knew that, but what you didn’t know that the majority of the time when she was talking to others the subject was more often or not you or something you’d done. When Stiles told you about it, you were completely blown away. Apparently, she loved to talk people’s ear off about how kind and caring and intelligent you are. When you asked her about it, you found her innocent and slightly embarrassed face adorable and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

Kira Yukimura 

As you found out pretty quickly, Kira wasn’t the best at showing her affection for you, but she was always making up for it. Before you even opened your locker you knew that there would be a sticky note on the inside of the door below the picture of you two telling you that 'I haven’t seen you today but I know that you look stunning’ or 'I hope you have a wonderful day’ or 'Keep your head up, someone might be falling in love with your smile (p.s. Someone is and it’s me’. You would tuck it into the front of your notebook so you would see it all day before putting it in a small box in your room with all the others. But that was not the only note you would find all day. You are pretty sure Kira had other people doing it for you because, during the day, even more notes of the same nature would turn up. Your bookmark would be replaced when you got it out to read it at lunch. The page you were working from in your text book had a small post-it note that she’d doodled a heart and a smiley face on. You’d open your pencil case in your third class of the day to find another that had definitely not been there in your other classes. Sometimes you just could not believe the extent that Kira would go just to show her affection.