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Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x


The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

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You don't have to be scared -Aiden Imagine

Requested! In which a timid reader is stuck face to face with the terrifying yet handsome alpha (Aiden).

 A/N: I love getting requests so keep sending some in guys! 

 We have just learned that an alpha pack has arrived in beacon hills with hopes of recruiting Scott. We aren’t sure how many are in this alpha pack, but we do know two of them, Ethan and Aiden. The twins go to our school and seem intent on trying to destroy our lives there. What we need to do is figure a way to get them out of this town. 

 While in bio class I was aimlessly doodling in my notebook as our teacher lectured on about something I couldn’t care less about. 

 "Ahemmm Ms. (y/n), I’d appreciate if you actually paid attention to what I have to say. You wouldn’t want to be unprepared for your test next week.“ My teacher snaps.

 I mumble a small sorry as the teacher goes back into his lecture without missing a beat. He has a good point, I should be paying attention. With the late night pack gatherings being a regular occurrence, I have most definitely fallen behind on school work. It feels like ages until the bell rings and when it does I let out a large sigh of relief. While gathering my notebook and other belongings I hear the teacher call my name, and ask if I can have a word with him. Great. 

”(Y/n), your changing behavior has not gone unnoticed. I’m sorry to do this, but I’m going to have to give you a detention.“ 

 "What, Mr. Harris, please I don’t have time to go to Detention. I’m really sorry, I’ll work harder, I promise” at this point I’m practically begging my teacher. I have too much to deal with and adding a detention in there will only make things worse.

 "I’m sorry, but I think it will be a good opportunity for you to try and get caught up on your work.“ That was all he said as he walked out of the class, leaving the purple detention slip sitting right in front of me. As I walk out of the class room I notice Scott, Stiles, and Lydia standing by the lockers so I go to join them. 

 "Hey guys” I greet.

 "Hey (y/n)“ Scott replies. "Hey is something wrong, I can smell the stress all over you. 

 "I’m fine, it’s just that Mr. Harris gave me detention so I don’t think I’ll be able to make the pack meeting tonight." 

 "Really. That’s weird, Isaac, Ethan and Aiden all got detention today too. Hopefully this isn’t some plan of their’s.” Lydia spoke with curiosity laced in her tone. 

 The four of us spoke briefly about any ideas we may have for the alpha pack and then we parted our ways. I shove the majority of my items into my locker and close it with a loud bang letting out all of my frustrations. 

 "Woah, someones not happy.“ The voice was familiar and arrogant. It was a voice I dreaded to hear. Aiden. 

 "Yeah well, looks like I’m just not having too much fun playing all these games against your annoying pack” I retort with aggravation. 

 A small chuckle escapes his lips as he begins walking side by side with me. I quicken my pace a bit to give off the idea that I don’t want to talk, but the tall boy matches me step for step. I stop for a moment and just send him a glare. A smile grows across his face, but fades quickly as he sees his brother Ethan approaching. 

 As Ethan pulls his brother to the side, I take this as my chance to get away from the two who are trying so hard to destroy mine and my friends lives. I hear what sounds to be like an argument through hushed whispers and for once wished I had the super hearing of Scott. Ignoring the conversation between the two boys, I walk over to the library where I’ll be serving my detention. Shortly after I arrive, I see Isaac walk in and give a small wave. At least he’s here with me too. Moments later the twins enter the room along with coach Flinstock. 

 "Alright you delinquents, I know normally this time is spent being quiet and working on homework, but I need you to do something for me. Two of you are going to clean my office, while the other two are going to clean all of the teams padding and practice clothes. So get to work" coach Flinstock says in his usual loud voice.

 With a unanimous groan, we all get up and head towards the boys locker room. Thankfully during the walk over here, coach insisted that I don’t have to clean any of the gross lacrosse padding and that my skills would be more useful when cleaning the office. For once I was thankful for his typical sexism. 

As I was alone in the office I heard arguing outside the door that peaked my interest. I heard the familiar voices of Ethan, Aiden, and Issac, and wondered hat it could be about. I had hoped Isaac would be the one coming in to clean the office with me, but was shocked when I saw Aiden walk through the door. 

“Happy to see me” Aiden says mockingly.

 "If only" I mumble. I begin rummaging through the endless piles of papers on coach’s desk as I feel something draw closer to me. 

 "You know, even though you aren’t a part of my pack, I still hear your heart rate going wild.“ Aiden says amused. 

 "Yeah well that’s what happens when you’re super stressed and trapped in a room with a known killer” I snap back. 

 "Please (y/n), I can also smell your chemo-signals. You don’t have to be scared of me, you know that right.“ 

 "Right, so don’t be scared of someone who kills innocent people and who is trying to corrupt one of my best friends. Great idea. Not to mention I’m some weak and defenseless little human. But sure I won’t be scared of a 5’ 10” monster with fangs and claws" I sass. 

 " I would never hurt you.“ It was a whisper, but even without super hearing I could easily tell what he said. 

 "And I don’t believe you." 

 "I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I assure you, I made it very clear to my pack that we do not harm you. You are to be safe and untouched. I promise” Aiden said, not breaking eye contact. 

 "Why, I don’t understand, you hate me" I say confused.

 "Hate you?“ He questions. "I don’t hate you. Far from it actually. I have feelings for you, (y/n). Feelings that I don’t know how to express. Feelings that could get me killed by the other alphas, even my brother. They tried to warn me of the consequences if I were to do anything with you, but I don’t care. I can’t just act like there is nothing between us." 

 It was in that moment that I’m sure Aiden could hear just how loud my heart was. Everything felt like a blur as I felt his strong arms embrace me and the heat radiating from his body. He looked into my eyes for a moment, almost if telepathically asking me for permission. I swiftly close my eyes as I feel his lips meet mine. 

I have never experience a kiss like this before, in fact, it felt like so much more than just a kiss. It felt as though all of my stress and fears melted away. I felt safe where I was and that this is where I’m supposed to be. The kiss was filled with not only passion but a want for one another. I didn’t know that this was what I needed at first but now that it’s happening it feels so right to me. Our lips depart from one another’s as we hear the door creek open. 

 "Oh come on guys, this is not what detention is supposed to be.” A blush filled my face as I hear coach’s voice. “Aiden, next practice you’re doing twice as many laps as everyone else, and as for you Ms. (y/n) you can help me with grading some of my Econ class assignments.”

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Summary : after Peter see y/n with a blackeye and finds out her boyfriend hit her, he can’t hide his real feelings when it happens again Warnings : domestic violence (towards reader) swearing, Soft Peter (with reader) Angry Peter, (with reader bf) Pairing: reader x peter hale a/n this is my first story/imagine please let me know what you think. Story : Peter was outside the high school when he saw y/n in her car. You was fixing you makeup, thinking about the fight you and your boyfriend had last night it was the worst one yet. You look in the mirror putting on sunglasses hiding the bruise make wasn’t hiding, it wasn’t the first time you had done it, cover up a cut or mark left by your boyfriend. “Hiya (y/n) ” peter said with at annoying but sexy smile. That you secretly loved. But Peter was a little older then you and had never shown much interest as a friend never mind anything more but still you used to have the biggest crush on him. “ what do you want hale ” you said back hoping he wouldn’t see how upset you really was. But it was no use with his wolfie senses. “that’s not nice” he said in a teasing way. But you ignore him. Peter watched as (y/n) got out the car. He could smell the salt from her tears and noticed a bruise on her wrist. He instantly knew the was something wrong with (y/n) Peter followed you a little before you heard him call you. “what’s happened y/n” he asked in a caring, soft tone. Your heart began to race “nothing” you lied realizing he could tell. “oh really y/n, you have been crying I can still smell the salt on you, there are marks on your wrist and finally its cloudy and you have overly large on” as Peter said sunglasses he lifted his arm to move them but y/n flinched. Peter jumped back and sat on a bench apologizing excessively. You sat next to him “please tell me what’s going on” he asked now scared. Peter had seen changes in y/n she wore longer sleeved tops. She’s screw her eyes when she’s lift her arms or turn to much. She had told the group it was from training when stiles had noticed a bruise on her a week or two ago but Peter knew y/n was lying but didn’t know how to ask her. knowing he saw your reaction to his arm rising, that would only cause him to have more questions and if you didn’t answer he would tell Derek or Scott. “promise you won’t tell the others” you ask Peter agrees, lowering your glasses to show a large purplish bruise by your eye. Peter gasped when he saw this “was it that omega did he do this to you” the was hate in his voice but his eyes where kind and worried. You couldn’t answer you didn’t want to lie to peter. He wanted to hold you take you away from him. “I could go kill him if you want me to” peter calming said, making you laugh. That was the thing about Peter although everyone thinks he’s a bad, he could always make you laugh even if you didn’t want to, this was one of the reasons you’d had a small crush on the former alpha when you had first met. “no but ill keep it on mind if he pisses me off” you smile at him. Your eye stinging as you do. “if he dose it again I promise even you can’t stop me from ripping him limb from limb” he said this time more serious and full of venom in his voice. Then smiled making you blush you look down thinking about it, “it was kind of my fault” you start looking at the floor “we was arguing and I went to hit him first. He stopped me by grabbing my arm them smacked me back, I got up of the floor and started to throw things at him. He ‘wolfed out’ (as you called it) and hit me again and again he stopped when his phone rang” you explain. After telling Peter step by step of your night you involuntary let out a few tears, Peter cupped your cheek using his thumb to wipe them away. You wince when he comes into contact with the swollen bruise. He closed his eyes, you see the black veins in his hand as Peter takes the pain away. Peter wanted to tell (y/n) she was wrong he’s vile evil monster but wasn’t that what the town thought about him. It was one if the main reasons he couldn’t tell her his feeling for the human girl she alone with everyone else saw him a bad guy, Instead he kept quiet tried to comfort you just make you smile, that sweet loving smile that made him feel vulnerable. Then put his arm around your back gently pulling you into a hug. Your heart and stomach both Start to do back flips under his touch. Something you had once dreamt about before you met the lone wolf who was now called you boyfriend. After talking for a bit about pack stuff and anything but your boyfriend, Peter looks at you “he doesn’t deserve you (y/n), you know that right. I wish you would leave him for someone better” peter said still hugging you tight but looking into your eyes with that smile you loved. You feel weird Peter had never been this close or kind with you or anyone before. Sitting up you ask “someone better? Like who?” Peter bit his lower lip then leaned in next to you ear “me” he whispered spending chills down your spine. You was about to lean in to kiss him. “y/n” the sound of your boyfriend. You quickly put the glasses back on you and push away from Peter. Your happy relaxed state now stiff and nervous. “where have you been you didn’t come to English? ” He asks in that mean tone you knew meant he was mad. He didn’t take his eyes from Peter. Waiting for your answer. “ we got talking about pack stuff ” you told him before turning to peter" thanks I gotta go to class" he gave you last hug in a hushed whisper told me “remember my promise” the winked as you left with your boyfriend Once round the corner out of sight you felt your body slam into the wall. “y/n what was that all about, why was you talking to peter hale,” he asked you with pure hate in his eyes. Pushing him back but he still had a grip of my wrist tight making you wince in pain “nothing we was just talking I let go of me I don’t wanna be your girlfriend anymore” I said, knowing Peter was right I had to leave him. “your not going anywhere” your now ex boyfriend said. The more you struggled the more his eyes glowed blue and his fangs showed scaring you. His claws pierced your skin. As his other hand lifted over his head swinging it down towards you. Peter hadn’t left instead he stood waiting and listening worried about the girl he’d fallen for months ago. He heard y/n end her relationship making him smile even if y/n was never his girl he didn’t want you to be with a guy like that. He heard the lad tell you it’s up to him if y/n can go before hearing a sound he knew to well the sound of a hand hitting skin. Followed by a whimper from y/n Peter ran round the corner looking at y/n holding her face “he did it again didn’t he” peter said changing into his wolf side running at the boy with his claws slicing the young omega until he was nearly dead, you scream for Peter to stop but in his rage he didn’t hear you. You put a hand on Peter’s shoulder saying stop again, this time he changes to his normal human side hugging you hoping he didn’t scare you make you think he was as bad as the abusive omega on the floor. “I’m sorry y/n ” he whispers" I couldn’t let him hurt you again I love you too much" you look at him shocked by his words “y…. you love me” peter smiles holding your hand “I always have y/n” he leans down to kiss your now swollen cheek. “maybe when your ready I can show how a real man treats his lady” he whispers hoping. You look at him and nod yes, he puts his arm around your shoulder walking you away from the toxic relationship you had finally left.

Originally posted by onlymorelove


Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Requested by Anon

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word count: 643

Request: Where Y/N and Stiles like each other but won’t admit it. And Y/N is really clumsy and one day she fells down the stairs but Stiles somehow is there to catch her and then they admit their feelings. Thx 

A/N: Yes I got your request, and I’m sorry for taking so long. Hope you like!

”Can you please tell her you like her already?” Scott suggested as he watched Stiles trying to watch you discretely as you were sitting a few tables away with Lydia, but the mix of his anxiousness and affection didn’t fool Scott supernatural senses.

”I don’t like her. I mean, not more as a fr-” Stiles began but got interrupted by the muffled scoff coming from Scott, trying to hide his smirk as he shook his face. ”Whatever Stiles, they’re leaving now.” Scott said as he nodded towards you and Lydia.

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naepoohxd  asked:

Hello love could you do an Isaac imagine where you and Isaac are more than friends but less than a relationship and you get jealous when you confront him he acts like a dick but later comes to fix what he did? Thanks btw I really enjoy your work 😍

Hi hun, I would love to write it! And thank you for one of the biggest compliment you could give me! Hope you like and enjoy it! :) And sorry for the late respond, I was kind of busy. :/

“Just Friends Don’t Get Jealous.”

Isaac Lahey - (Y/N) One Shot/Imagine
Word Count: 1.004

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  • Yes, Isaac is a complete dick in this one because well, I could.

Jealousy can be a b*tch, maybe even worse than karma. It will reveal what you feel and how you feel wheter you want it or not. But sometimes it can be a good thing, just like the time my jealousy first became my enemy and later on became a good aquintance of mine.

Originally posted by alfatwolf

When people asked me about if I were single I wanted to say no but actually I was. But the problem was that my heart belonged to Isaac Lahey, and even sometimes my body belonged to him too. Everytime we were alone together, the rules of friendship didn’t exist between us and we acted like a couple. The only difference was that we weren’t one, or at leatst not a official one.

“Have you seen Isaac?” You asked Scott as you both walked into the raven being held in Beacon Hills. Parties didn’t occur that much here but when it did, everyone went. At school it would be talked about for a while so you were stupid if you missed the hot topic.

“Well, no not really,” Scott said, looking down at his shoes and shuffeling them. Both of you pratically grew up together. Together with Stiles, Scott and you were The Three Musketiers so you knew when lied to you. And this was one of those times.

“Scott, I know when you’re lying,” You responded to the teen wolf standing near you.
“Please, tell me where he is.”

After Scott let out a sigh, he pointed his finger towards Isaac dancing with Erica as well as Jackson. Seeing how close and into Isaac was dancing with Erica, made you jealous. You wanted to dance in that way with Isaac.

“(Y/N), don’t do it,” Scott said and tried to stop you. But before he could, you already stormed off to the trio. Even if Isaac would want to, Erica wasn’t going to steal your ‘almost boyfriend’. You had already fallen too deep, too fast, to let her take away Isaac.

You grabbed Isaac’s arm with all the strenght you got - he could handle it, he was a freaking werewolf. Both Erica and Jackson stopped dancing for a few seconds but eventually continued again when you pulled Isaac with you to a more quiet place.

“What?’ Isaac asked with a annoyed tone in his voice. Was he seriously going to pretend why you pulled him away? Eventhought you hadn’t told him how you precisly felt, you knew that he knew it. Everyone knew and saw it by the way you acted towards him and how you looked at him.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, Lahey,” You answered him fiesty. Never had you been the type to let anyone just wals over you so you weren’t going to let it happen to you this time.
“You know exactly why I pulled you away.”

Isaac rolled with his beautiful, brown eyes. And that hurt you even more than seeing him dancing with Erica. He didn’t even care enough to listen to you or pretend that he wasn’t slightly annoyed at what you did.

“Well, have you considered that I did what I did because I don’t feel the same way?”

“If you don’t feel the same,” you said trying to sound as strong and angry possible instead of weak and hurt like you actually were. When you met Isaac and you became something more than friends, you never would have thought that he would break you heart like this.
“Then you’re a complete dick, Isaac,” you finished.

You turned yourself around, but before you could actually walk away, Isaac stood in front of you again and backed you up to the wall. He stood there with the smirk you once adored but now found disgusting.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Isaac said. “Don’t try to deny you loved the no strings situation,” he said while coming closer to you to kiss you. But before his lips could touch even a millimeter of yours, you kicked him right where it hurts and left the party. Maybe it would have been the best if you had missed this party.


- Isaac’s P.O.V. -

I woke up with a terrible feeling. This feeling made me feel guilty, angry at myself and dissapointed in myself. Why had I done those things to (Y/N)? And more importantly, why had I said those things to her? I had hated the no strings situation because I wanted it to become something more and I actually felt something for her. During the past months, I had completly fallen for her but for some reason last night I didn’t show any of those feelings. On the conterary, I acted like a complete asshole who had deserved the kick in his balls.

As fast as I could, I put on some clothes without even caring how I looked in them and went to (Y/N)’s place. I needed to fix this and I didn’t to do it now.

With trembling hands, I knocked on her front door. What if she wouldn’t forgive me? I mean, I wouldn’t forgive me if I were her.

“Isaac,” Mrs. (Y/L/N) said to me with a suprised look on her face. (Y/N) looked really much like her mother but her character was something she mostly had from her father.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N), could I please see?” I asked while my heart was still racing like crazy. 

Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at me with a empathic expression which means she probably knew what happened and how hard it’s going to be for me to ever make it up to her daughter. 

“Of course, Isaac,” (Y/N)’s mother said. Since the first moment I stepped foot into her lovely home, she has always liked me and she had always wanted (Y/N) and I to end up together.
“I’ll pray for you that she will forgive you.”

I thanked the lovely woman and then immediatly ran up to (Y/N)’s bedroom. I had been here so many times that I knew every corner of the house.


Without saying anything, I opened the white bedroom door and I immediatly saw (Y/N) laying on her bed while she was watching The Vampire Diaries. How many times I had complained that she forced me to watch it with her, now all I want is to watch it with her.

“Lahey,” she said with a montone tone while she paused a episode of her favorite show. Everytime we had watched it together, we laughed at the werewolves and how they were portrayed in the series.
“You have come for some no string sex?” She asked me, piercing a arrow right through my heart.

“No,” I immediatly respond as I walk over to her bed and place myself next to her on the edge of her Queen Size bed.
“I have come to apoligese and to say what I have wanted to say for a while now,” I continued.

“Go ahead, Lahey.”

“First of all, I am immensly sorry and hope that you’ll be able to forgive me,” I said. “Second, even if I loved the no strings situation in het beginning I don’t do anymore. (Y/N).” I grabbed her hand and she didn’t pull back. Maybe she could forgive me and maybe it wasn’t a lost cause after all.
“During our ‘more than friends but less than lovers’ fase, I have fallen completly in love with you. And when I woke up this morning, I felt stupid and regretted everything I said more than any other regret I had,” I finished.

At this moment, (Y/N)’s face didn’t contain any emotion. When that happened there were two possibilities: she was still progressing and was goign to forgive me or she was so extremly pissed that she didn’t even bother to show some emotions. To be honest, I liked option one a lot more.

Suddenly, (Y/N) leaned forward to me and crashed her lips into mine. After being stunned for a few second, I kissed her back and it was the sweetest thing I had ever felt.

After a few moments, we both pulled back, smiling at each other like complete dorks. This kiss had felt different than all the others and this one had meant something more, we both felt it and we were both happy about it.

“You had me at:’Are you hurting? Because I smell blood when I am near you.’,” (Y/N) said, making me smile even more. That was the first thing I had ever said to hurt, back when I had just turned and she had her period when I bumped into her in the hallways of school. How happy am I that in that moment I had asked the world’s stupidest question to the world’s most beautiful girl.

Shaken - Isaac Lahey

Summary ;; y/n has been invited around for dinner with isaac and his dad things inevitably take a turn for the worst.

Warnings ;; season two spoilers, violence, abuse, angst

Words ;; 1.7k

Published ;; 30th july, ‘16


Stay safe + ily 🍥

You played around with the food on your plate, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach. Making small talk with Isaac’s father around the dinner table always made you want to curl up into a ball and stay there for the rest of eternity. He had that kind of effect.

“Um, so far, it’s an A in French and a B- in econ.” Your boyfriend of eight months said shakily as his dad asked him about school, it made you enraged that the ‘what are your grades right now?’ question always came before the ‘how are you, son?’ question. It was like he didn’t even care about how Isaac was, about how he’s barely coping. 

Sometimes Isaac’s dad insisted you came over for dinner but as much as Isaac tried to discretely tell you ‘say no’ you always cracked under his father’s harsh glare, scared for what could happen if you disobeyed him.

Afraid that if you told him no, Isaac might get hurt.

Isaac glanced at you; you nodded and smiled encouragingly at him. And even though you’d met Isaac’s dad before, quite a couple times; your hatred for him never lessened.

You had tried to get Isaac to tell someone about what was happening at home but he shot down the idea every time. Always mumbling something inaudible about his mom and brother.

“What about chemistry?” His father asked with a hard expression. You shifted nervously in your seat, Isaac took your hand from under the table and you immediately squeezed it to try and comfort him.

“I’m not sure, uh- midterms are in a few weeks so it could go up,” Isaac mumbled, his eyes filtering around the room in desperate need not to make eye contact. You could tell his dad didn’t seem impressed with his answer.

“What’s it at now?“

“Grade?” Isaac asked anxiously, noticeably gulping.

“Well, yeah.” His dad laughed mockingly and you couldn’t help but cough quietly as the tension continued to rise in the enclosed kitchen. His father’s head snapped over to you; he raised an eyebrow in questioning. “Anything you wanted to add, [Y/N]?” 

“O-oh uh, just that we haven’t been told our grades in chem yet.” He had caught you off guard, your nerves being noticeable by the stutters and rough lies you told. He stayed quiet for a while and you couldn’t tell if what you had said had made things worse or better.

“Okay, but Isaac just said that it could go up.” He pointed out and you bit your lip as you realised he may have seen through your lousy lie.

Isaac ran his free hand through his curls as he stuttered out, “I-i just meant, like, generally.”

His father’s eyes drifted to yours as he stared at you expectantly, said uncomfortable feeling in your stomach grew as you gulped apprehensively. “Has Isaac ever told you that you’re a terrible liar, [Y/N]?” He asked casually but you thought it felt anything but casual at this point.

Your eyes darted to Isaac before you glanced back at his dad. “Oh, I-uh.. I don’t-”

”[Y/N] just said that we haven’t been told our grades yet.“ Isaac cut me off with his almost inaudible mumbles but it was so agonisingly and awkwardly quiet that you could hear just about anything.

“Do you want to take this conversation downstairs?” His father asked and you felt Isaac’s jittery hands freeze in fear as he shook his head at his dad.

“I don’t think-” You started but got cut off by him addressing Isaac firmly.

“Tell me the grade, son.” Isaac and his father began talking over one another and you couldn’t help but notice the terrified look in Isaac’s eyes.

You couldn’t count on one hand how many times he had shown up at your doorstep covered with blood, bruises and tears falling too fast. He would cry and you would just hold him tightly until he calmed down.

He would explain what happened and you would continuously tell him to move in with you in your apartment to get away from his dad but he would decline. Saying that he couldn’t burden you like that. Although, he would never feel like a burden because not only was he your boyfriend of eight months but he was also your best friend of about ten years.

Except, you’ve only ever witnessed the aftermath of what had happened, never had you actually seen his father hurt him.

“It’s- it’s a D,” Isaac muttered, defeated. Then everyone fell into silence for a couple seconds.

“Alright. I’m not angry.” His dad said and you looked over at him with a somewhat shocked expression on your face. “Although I am going to need to punish you, it’s my responsibility as a parent.”

Isaac eyed his father nervously before he added, “so tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.” Isaac let out a breath of relief as he looked over at you, you caught his eye and smiled slightly. Maybe everything would be okay.

“Good. Because I would really like to see this entire place spotless.“ He added before the sound of shattering glass filled your ears and you rapidly jumped back in your seat. Isaac’s tightened his grip on your hand and your eyes shot over to him in worry. You were wrong.

His father snarled at you and Isaac before smashing all the glass on the table making you gasp and flinch away from him; your heart thumped against your chest in fear. His dad shot up from his seat, teeth bared and Isaac yanked you out of your seat before he shakily pulled you behind him as you both coward in the corner of the room.

"Absolutely spotless.” He grinned menacingly before snatching a large glass vase from on top of a cabinet. Your eyes widened as you saw him raise the vase above his head, and then everything else happened in what seemed like slow motion.

“Isaac!” You shouted before pushing him with all the strength you had, he stumbled to the side and you were thankful that he did: you didn’t want to witness Isaac’s own father hurting him. The vase shattered against the wall and you tried to cover yourself with your arms but you felt a piece of the glass slice your skin just under your eye.

You winced as you looked up slowly, Isaac’s fear turned to concern as he rushed towards you, taking your face in between his large hands. His eyes darted all across your face as you pulled the fragment of glass out with a sharp breath.

“Well, that was her fault.” His dad’s smug voice was heard from across the room. That’s when Isaac’s concern for you promptly turned to rage as he turned to his father who had a bitter smirk on his face.

“You could’ve blinded her!” He shouted as he stalked closer to his dad.

You swiftly followed after him as you wiped the blood off your cheek, “Isaac! Isaac, it’s okay. I’m alright.” You stood in front of him; putting your hand on his chest in an attempt to stop him from revealing the pack’s secret

“Shut up! It’s just a scratch!” His father rolled his eyes in annoyance and that sparked something in Isaac as his jaw clenched and his eyes started to glow a vibrant yellow. Your eyes widened at the sight as you spun around to see if his dad had seen his sudden eye colour change and you quietly cursed as you realised he had.

“Listen to me, I’m okay.” You whispered as you tried to stop him from losing control. You noticed his claws grow from his fingertips so you discretely took his hand in yours.

“Isaac?” His father asked with confusion but you ignored him, pulling Isaac out the Lahey household and down the path.

“Isaac!” He continued to yell as you pulled him round the corner before stopping him abruptly, you made sure that his father had gone the other way before turning towards your boyfriend who had his eyes shut tightly and was breathing heavily.

“Hey,” Your voice was soft as you took his hands in yours.

“No, [Y/N]. He hurt you.” Isaac growled adamantly as he snapped his eyes open, the still yellow colour glowing and you knew that because he was only just recently bitten that controlling the urges was difficult.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say to stop the process so you took a chance and pressed your lips to his. It took a couple seconds before he started to kiss back. You moved your hands from his hands and put on the back of his neck and the other tugging at his curly, blonde hair.

His hands travelled down before they rested at on your hips, he pulled you closer than thought possible before pushing you against the wall. He tapped your left thigh to tell you to jump but you pulled away, smirking at him before letting out a small chuckle.

“Not now,” You breathed, both you and Isaac trying to catch your breath as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, so much.” He mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your neck before pulling away slightly to face you.

“For what?” You asked with a slight smile on your face at how close you two were. Normally, he hated small spaces because of the freezer situation but when it came to being close to you, he thought nothing felt safer.

“For being there for me, tonight and every night when things like this happen. I’m just sorry you had to see that and get hurt. I hate him,” Isaac announced but you just shook your head, the smile gracing your lips never lessening.

“I love you.” You mumbled and Isaac’s frown instantaneously vanished as he grinned at you; he pressed his lips to yours once again before pulling away just seconds later.

“And I love you, always.”


“Fight Back” (Part 1) - (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by poseyparadise

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REQUEST: Stiles has a little sister who dated Isaac when he was around and when Isaac left, (Y/N) was very distracted for a while, like wouldn’t talk to anyone, heartbroken. Eventually, she moved on, and started dating Liam. They are in love and stuff. Then, the beast stuff happens and instead of Mason being the beast, Isaac is the beast and kind of similiar to the scene with Lydia and Jackson when he turns into a werewolf.

“It’s good to see you smiling again.” Stiles told his sister as she was waving goodbye to her boyfriend, Liam Dunbar.
(Y/N) closed the door and sat next to Stiles at the kitchen table.
“Thanks. I feel great.” (Y/N) said, smiling.
“I never thought Liam could make you this happy.” Stiles laughed. “I’m gonna have to thank that idiot.”
“Come on, I know you like him.” (Y/N) declared.
“I’m just watching out for you. I don’t want him to break your heart like Isaac did.” Stiles said, more seriously this time.

(Y/N) was dating Isaac before he left Beacon Hills. They were deeply in love, or at least that’s what (Y/N) thought. She was really hurt when Isaac left town. He said Beacon Hills was too dangerous and cursed, and that he didn’t want to watch more people die and didn’t want to be killed either. (Y/N) thought that if Isaac really loved her, he will stay, but he didn’t. It’s like he vanished into the thin air, because (Y/N) never heard from him again.
(Y/N) had spent following the weeks locked in her room, refusing to talk to anyone. Even Stiles, her brother, couldn’t get her to talk to him. He was very worried, (Y/N) would hardly eat and she didn’t leave her bed for days.
But eventually, (Y/N) had moved on. She was now dating Liam, whom she really really liked, and Liam made her happy and complete again. Stiles was so happy to see his little sister smile and laugh again, that he could’ve kissed Liam.

“You’re so overprotective.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, but smiled at her brother.
“Deal with it.” Stiles said, as he winked at her.
(Y/N) finished her diner and sat down on the couch. Stiles was about to join her when his phone rang. He paced up and down the kitchen during the whole conversation and then came back into the living-room, looking deadly serious.
“What is it?” (Y/N) asked him, concerned.
“It was Scott. Apparently the beast is going to use the lacrosse game to kill people.” Stiles declared.
“What? But the lacrosse game starts in less than an hour! We don’t know how to stop the beast, how are we gonna protect all these people?” (Y/N) asked, slightly panicked.
“Lydia and Malia are looking into it. We’ll find something.” Stiles stated. “Come on. We gotta meet everybody at Scott’s house.” He added.
(Y/N) got up and they both drove to Scott’s house.

When they arrived, the rest of the pack was already here. Lydia was deeply focused on the open book set in front of her while Malia was briefly looking at the pages over Lydia’s shoulder. Scott was on the phone with the coach of the lacrosse team, apparently trying to convince him to cancel the game.
“Coach! If you will just listen to – Hello? Coach?” Scott threw his phone on the table. “He hung up, again!” He said.
Liam was speaking with Mason in a corner of the room, but when he saw (Y/N) walk in, he joined her.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked, worried.
“Ask me again after the game.” (Y/N) replied.
“Have you guys found anything yet?” Stiles asked as he walked over to Lydia and Malia.
“Don’t ask me. I don’t understand any of this crap.” Malia said, frowning.
“There is nothing in there. None of these books are helpful.” Lydia sighed.
“Maybe there is no way to kill that thing.” Liam shrugged.
“There has to be. There is no way Coach is going to cancel the game tonight. If we don’t find something, everyone will die.” Scott declared.
“Nice pep talk, buddy.” Stiles said with his usual level of sarcasm.

The pack left Scott’s house to go to Beacon Hills High School, which is where the lacrosse game would take place in a few minutes.
The boys went straight to the locker room to change into their lacrosse clothes, but also to try one last time to convince Coach to send everyone home. He laughed at them and repeated that the game will happen and that they’d better win.
The girls found seats in the bleachers and sat there, feeling quite anxious. Lydia was still going through a massive book that she had brought with her. Malia was distracted by the two teams warming up on the field and (Y/N) was trying to take her mind off the possible events of the night.

“Stilinski! What the hell are you doing?” Coach was yelling from one side of the field. “You’re supposed to catch the damn ball, not run away from it!”
The game had started a few minutes ago. Beacon Hills was losing, Stiles and the rest of the boys were too distracted to score a single goal.
The girls on the bleachers were as nervous as the boys on the field. (Y/N) was biting her nails – which is something she’s never done before. She knew something bad was going to happen, and she hated knowing that the only thing she could do was just wait for it to happen, it made her feel useless.

As she sighed, her surroundings were suddenly drowned in darkness. She looked around alarmed, and realised that the spotlights around the field had been switched off. (Y/N) felt Lydia grab her arm and dragged her on the field. (Y/N) felt a lump in her throat.
‘This is when things go wrong’, she thought. ‘This is when people start to die’.

                                           to be continued…
                                                 (PART 2)

She’s not Worth It

Originally posted by animeswim

Part II /  Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI

Requested: Nope, I just felt like writting it (also I had this idea during Physics class and I wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the teacher). 

Prompt: Liam is dating Hayden, but Hayden hates (y/n), who happens to be a Witch and Scott’s new half sister. Scott has no idea that (y/n) knows about the supernatural world, until one night, Liam gets out of control. 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character: Liam Dunbar 

Word Count: 1.803

Warnings: Bullying, sadness, sassy Brett and angry Liam

Type: I don’t think it has a type… Fluff, I guess? You decide.

Part II ->

(I can’t fucking tag it.) 

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Lydia x Reader

Be careful, that’s what you’d been told. Don’t let the Banshee’s find you, it won’t end well if they did. But you couldn’t help it, you felt the pull of her the moment you saw her, felt the silent pain she was echoing around the halls.


You wanted to help her, to make the pain stop, it was what you were good at after all. Don’t, don’t, don’t, you muttered ton yourself when you almost followed her into the bathroom. You said nothing as you stood at your locker, watching her re-emerge, red hair a mess and eyes puffy as she ducked her head and hurried through the halls.


“I can’t just leave her like that.” You mumbled and pushed off the lockers.


When you found her she was reapplying makeup and gave you a withering glare before continuing. She was quickly joined by several boys and a girl, most of whom smelled like wolves, instantly you backed away wondering if the girl had ever been sad at all.

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“Tell everyone,I don’t care.”-Theo Raeken

Request: “Can you do 15 with Theo?” #15: “Tell everyone,I don’t care.”

prompt: theo is kind of the tough but as you get hurt he gets really angry and Stiles catches him having feelings for you

pairing: theo x reader

A/N: Theo is in season 4 in this one (and he’s nice) // I hate myself it’s almost 4 am

request teen wolf prompts

Originally posted by infernal-banshee

You sat at lunch with your friends,stabbing your food with the fork you held in your right hand,but not eating anything. In your mind,you replayed the events that happened the night before. 

You and the pack were on your way to school,looking for Derek who was,thanks to Kate,a teenager again. You didn’t know what Kate wanted there,but you wanted to make sure Derek was safe again. 

So Scott wanted the whole pack to come with him. He also called Theo,a boy that wasn’t really in Scott’s pack and was a little too arrogant for you. While you went with Scott,Malia and Theo,Stiles and Lydia came a little later and searched for Derek somewhere else. 

You were looking into every corridor to find Derek that you didn’t notice Berserkers suddenly appearing in front of you. You,being the only human of the four of you,knew you had no chance at all. 

“Y/N,run!”Scott shouted,not wanting you to get hurt. You wanted to help your friends so badly,but you didn’t even have a bat like Stiles. You turned around,but another berserker refused to let you through. You stopped dead in your tracks.

Before you knew what you could do,the berserker basically threw you against a wall. Your whole body hurt,expecially your head. Theo suddenly got even angrier,attacking the berserker that hurt you. And that’s when you passed out.

You didn’t really know everything that happened afterwards,but you knew what you heard what Stiles said to Theo earlier. You didn’t want to listen,but you did anyway.

“You have a little crush on Y/N,don’t you?”,you heard Stiles saying. “Oh,shut up.”,Theo said and you could hear that Stiles was getting on his nerves. “No,seriously dude,you like her right?”,Stiles asked. “Mayb,yeah.”,you heard Theo saying,making you smile. “Do you want me to tell her?”,Stiles asked. “Tell everyone,I don’t care. Not anymore. I know I like her,a lot.”,Theo said and after that,you finally left the locker room.

You looked up as Theo got up,ready to leave the cafeteria. Lydia looked at you,nudging your side with her ellbow. She knew what you had heard and she wanted you to talk to him.

You looked back at her,looking quite helpless until you finally decided to get up too and follow him. You looked around the hallway until you saw Theo leaning against his locker. Slowly,you approched him,not really knowing how to start a conversation.

“Hey.”,you said,making him look up from the book he held. “Hi.”,he said,smiling. Silence. What the hell were you supposed to say in such a situation? ‘uh,hey. I listened to your conversation with stiles and is it really true that you like me?’ Definitely not.

“You know it,don’t you?”,he suddenly blurted out. You frowned,not really knowing what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”,you asked back. “You know that I like you.”,he stated,not giving you any chance to give a normal answer. “Uhm,yes. If that’s true.”,you said,looking down at the ground awkwardly. 

He made you look up to him as he slowly took your hand into his. His beautiful eyes looked back at you as he pulled you to him. “It is true. I like you. Very much.”,he said. You were now so close to him that your noses almost brushed.

And,much to your surprise,you were the one to close the gap between the two of you. His lips met yours in a swift move and they moved onto yours carefully. You placed one of your hands behind his neck while he lay one of his on your hip,still kissing. 

After you placed another short kiss onto his lips,grinning,you pulled apart. “I might like you too,Raeken.”,you whispered as you pulled in for another kiss.

Another Hale?

Request:Hey Could you write an imagine if the reader being Derek’s daughter (same age as Liam)she would be really cocky and she would be a werewolf. The pack would find out by walking in on Derek and her in a training session and they would all be shocked at that Derek had a daughter and that he didn’t tell them. The reader would go the same school as the pack, Derek tells Liam to help her out and make sure she stays out trouble (she doesn’t) And they end up dating. Thank you.

First Liam imagine whoop whoop!!-M

I also didn’t read threw to correct errors,sorry loves

“I just-don’t see the point,“you said as threw and dodged a punch from Derek.He threw one more punch,one in which you caught mid air twisting his arm at a painful angle.

“Ah Ah,okay,“he said going to his knees.You let up laughing at how much pain he was in.He sent you a glare.

“You have to go to school,that’s the point,“he told you standing up and brushing off his sweat pants.

“I’ve went to school my entire life,my mothers idea,now that she’s gone your supposed to be the cool dad that lets me skip out on the rest of high school.I’m actually a really great student,I’ve never had a B,I don’t need the rest of high school,“you told him re-doing your ponytail.

“Your going to high school so you can pack friends.” You rolled you eyes,turning you made your way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“So when exactly will you tell the rest of this “pack” you talk so much about,about me?,“you called opening your fridge door.

“I don’t know yet,I’m not sure how they would take it,“he said quietly,but you picked it up do to your werewolf heightened senses.

“How could a person act to finding out you have a daughter?“you chuckled walking back into the room Derek’s was in. He looked at you with almost a apologetic look,you shook your head and handed him a water.But before you could enjoy this father-daughter moment the lofts door was swung open to reveal several unfamiliar faces.

“Hey sour wolf,we’ve decided to have pack night here,“a boy said.He pale with dark warm brown eyes,and he seemed clumsy from the way he almost dropped the box of pizza he was carrying.The boy next to him was tan with dark locks of hair.He was looking down at an stunning asian girls who’s black hair was in a braid that was laying on her shoulder.Her smile was very bright and beautiful. Next was a girl with strawberry blonde strands on hair,she had a breathtaking face,she was talking to a girl with short brown hair,she wore a pair of blue jean shorts.You had to say she was rocking them.Slightly behind all of them was a shorter boy with dazzling blue eyes.He looked more your own age. His gaze caught yours and it felt like your breath was stolen.It seemed he had felt the same,he smiled slightly not being able to take his gaze away from you.

A few more people had began staring at you as well.Practically everyone.“Who is this Derek?,“the pizza box boy asked stepping closer to you,you took a step closer as well.Derek put his hand in front on you before you did anything else.

“This is Y/N,“Derek said slowly.

“Who exactly is Y/N?“the strawberry blond asked tilting her head.

“My u-um,my-“Derek began.

"His daughter,"you answered looking over at him.

"His daughter! Derek why did we never hear of this!"the pale boy in front of you exclaimed.Derek rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the group,who’s jaws were practically on the floor.

"Why didn’t you tell us Derek?"the tan boy asked calmly.He must of been the alpha Derek had mentioned. He seemed cool and calm despite the situation.

"I wasn’t sure how you would take it,it’s a huge surprise,or at least it was to me,"Derek told him looking back to you,you had a smile playing on your lips.

"We would have token it fine,she’s a hale,we’ve done this before,"the strawberry blond said looking up at the brown haired girl beside her.She must have been Malia,Derek had told you her story.The red head came to stand in front of you pushing the pale boy out of her way."I’m Lydia,the packs banshee I guess you could say,"Lydia smiled at you.

"Y/N,I’m an omega,"you told her. The next to step forward was the tan boy.

"I’m Scott the alpha,"he told you shinning his alpha eyes.You shown back your glowing blue ones."You have blue eyes? You took a innocent life?” He asked you.You knew someone was bound to ask.

“It wasn’t on purpose,my shifting used to be quite rough.,"you told him,looking the alpha straight in the eye.He nodded,but you could tell by the boys eyes he didn’t trust you.But you couldn’t blame him.

"So who’s your mother,"the girl you assumed was Malia asked bluntly.

"Malia-"Derek began.

"She died.She was a werewolf herself,she also had many enemy’s,"you said still looking at Scott.He nodded again,but with a small smile.

"When did you move in with Derek-and oh,I’m Kira,I’m a kitsune,"the girl with the long black braid rambled.You smiled warmly at her before continuing.

"A few months,it took me a little while to find him after my mother died,"you said.The pale boy nearly jumped in the air,you turned your head to look at him.

"You let a random girl come and live with you! How do you even know if it’s your daughter!"the boy nearly yelled.You sent him a glare.

"Stiles,leave her alone,"Derek nearly growled.

"No,if he really wants to know I could show him what I showed you Derek,"you said tilting your head and dancing your claw lined fingers in front of your face.Stiles backed away a bit casting a glare of his own at you.

"You aren’t helping,"Derek whispered to you.Though you both knew that practically everyone in the room could here him. "Y/N has and will continue to live with me,I’m sorry if any of you have a problem with that,"Derek barked out.You smiled at how protective your father was being.

"No problem Derek,we took Malia in,Y/N will be know different.Shes your daughter,and we are all happy for you,"Scott said.It took you a bit back although.

"Woah,I didn’t come to join a "pack”.That isn’t exactly my thing,I’m better a being a omega,“you explained stepping away slightly.Scott nodded at you understanding.You never wanted to be in a "pack”. Even when you lived with your mother,who new about werewolves,you didn’t want to be part of something so intense and sentimental.This had made you independent,and maybe slightly cocky.You weren’t scared of anything or anyone.That was until your mother had passed.You’d been filled with a rage.It had only made everything about you become intensified.You were stronger.

"If Derek can trust her,which is a rare,so can we,"Lydia smiled.You smiled back at her.

"Well,it’s still pack night,and I picked the movie so let’s go,"Maila said as she walked to sit down on the couch.Stiles followed her sitting beside her.Lydia walked into the kitchen to make popcorn.Scott and Kira walked together,Scott sitting beside Stiles and laying a arm around Kira’s shoulder.Derek looked down at you with a apologetic look,you smiled at him and walked with him to the couch.The only seat available after Derek had sat down was between him and the handsome blued boy. You smirked and plopped down beside him.You made sure you were leaning in closer to the handsome young man.His head popped up to look at you.

"U-um,hi I’m Liam,” the boy said turning to you with his hand slightly out. You smiled and shook it.

“Hi,so what movie are we watching?"you asked pointing at the tv in front of you.

"Uh,well if Malia picked it then it probably a horror movie,they are her favorite,"he told you.

"Mm,why is that?” you asked.

“She is always telling the characters how they could attack the killer.She doesn’t understand why the characters are so stupid sometimes,"he chuckled. You smiled at how his eyes twinkled when he laughed.He was so very handsome.


"Mm,you should wear this Lydia said holding up a stylish crop top.You took it from her and held it to your chest looking into her mirror. It had been maybe a month since the pack had found out about you.You became friends with all of them,Lydia and the girls had took you in kindly.It was now the day before your first day back at school.You were far from thrilled,but Lydia was helping you pick out your outfit for tomorrow. You had both went through many options,but it looked like you had found the perfect outfit.

"Oh,this will be perfect,"Lydia said holding up a black skater skirt to match the burgundy top you held.You smiled at her before your phone buzzed in your pocket.You pulled it out looking at the caller idea.It was Liam.You’d definitely became the closest with Liam.You were his age so it was easiest to talk to him.And you hated to admit it but you had fell for the blued werewolf.

"Hey Li,"you answered.

"Hey Y/N/N,I was wondering if you wanted to get some ice cream,"he asked over the phone.You smiled internally.

"Yea sure,are we going to the normal spot?"you asked.

"Of course,"he answered.

"I’ll be there in 20,"with that you hung up and turned to Lydia.

"Hey,I’ll talk to you later ok Lyds,"you told her.She smiled at you knowingly.

"Go get em tiger,"she said to you.You smiled thanking her.You practically ran to the ice cream shop that Liam and yourself had commonly gone to over this past month.He was waiting for you and had already ordered your favorite ice cream.

"Thanks,"you smiled and took your ice cream from his hand.He smiled at you.He always thought your smile was so beautiful.You hadn’t showed it many times but when you did all he wanted to do was grab your face and kiss you. In his eyes you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever saw.The young werewolf had developed a crush on you.

"So,how did it go with Lydia?"he asked as the two of you walked down the street leading away from the ice cream shop.

"Well I think I defiantly have a killer outfit tomorrow,"you told him leaning into his side a bit.

"Anything you wear will look "killer”,“he said quoting the killer part.You giggled in response.

"Mm,I know,"you almost moaned looking up at him.Little did you know you had a dot of ice cream on you upper lip.Liam leaned in wiping it off,instead of backing away he pulled a piece of hair back and behind your ear.You gazed into each other’s eye for a few moments before you smashed your lips onto his.His mouth was sweet from the ice cream as his tongue explored your mouth.You smiled against his lips,tomorrow was going to be great.


"I want you to watch her Liam,"Derek said as the beta stepped into his loft waiting for you before school.

"Why? Y/N is more than capable than handling herself,” Liam said lightly.Which was true,you were an amazing and skilled fighter.

“I know,it’s just….since her mother died it’s been hard for her.She doesn’t show it but lately her changes have been a little rough.She can’t control it as well as she once did.Just watch out for her please,"Derek finished cupping Liam’s shoulder.Liam nodded in approval,he hadn’t known you were going through so much.But he had decided he would take upon himself to watch and take care of you.

"Hey Li,"you smiled meeting him he smiled warmly back at you.You waved goodbye to your father and the then the two of you were off.


Walking out of your third class,you looped your arm onto Lydia’s,smiling at her sassy comment.So far Beacon Hills was better than you’d expected.Even though a few of your teachers were a little bit annoying,your friends had helped you.

"You know,you look great in my top and skirt,"Lydia chuckled lightly.

"Mhm,I agree babe,"you heard a male voice say rudely.You rolled your eyes,and turned to look at the boy who said it.He was tall and quite large,surrounded by other boys who were chuckling to themselves.

"Do you have something to say?"you warned stepping closer to the boy.He leaned off the locker he’d propped himself against stepping closer to you,so you both were chest to chest.

"Nothing baby,just wanted to let you know if you wanted a reaction from that outfit your getting it,"he leaned into you.His hand going to cup the bottom of your bum,but before he got there you were sinking your claws into his wrist.He yelped in pain,you only pushed him into the locker with a bang.Your elbow was pressing against his throat,while the other hand was twisting his arm behind him.

"I didn’t want a reaction from anyone,"you growled out your blue eyes glowing.Before you could take deadly blow that your hand was already prepped to do a pair of arms were pulling you aways by your waist.You struggled before they pulled you into a supply closet.

"Let me go,"you roared turning around to see a beautiful pair of golden eyes staring into your glowing ones.

"Calm down Y/N,you need to calm down or your going to change,"Liam told you cupping your face.You dropped to your knees,desperately trying to focus on your breathing.Liam dropped with you tilting your chin up.Slowly,he began to take deep breaths in and out.You mirrored his actions,until finally your eyes shifted back into their original color.

"There she is,"Liam smiled at you.You smiled before leaning into him,he opened his arms warmly to you.He leaned back supporting himself against a rack lined with cleaning supplies.You laid your head against his chest,just listening to his heart silently.

"This might seem cliche but,I need to know what exactly are we?,"you asked after some time looking up and into Liam’s ocean eyes.

"All you need to know is that I’m never going to leave you.You belong in my arms.You decided what that makes us.”

Pack Mom - Part 17

Originally posted by whatafantasyy

Originally posted by hoechlins

Request//  can you do part 17 to pack mom where Liam goes to school to tell mason about Talia taking her first steps and some seniors tease Liam about it and he comes home crying and tells Derek because y/n isn’t there because she is out grocery shopping with Talia and he goes to school to talk to the senior :) please and thank you p.s I love your account and you ❤️

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I couldn’t believe that my baby girl took her first steps. She was growing up so fast. The wedding was going to be perfect. But first Derek and I had to sort everything out. So we better get started. But before we do anything, I had to take Liam to school. I was in the kitchen making breakfast as Liam came in ready holding Talia’s hand to help her get her balance. 

“Morning Sweetheart,” I said giving him a big hug.Then picking Talia up and giving her a big hug. I placed Talia in her high chair as Liam as at the table.

“I can’t believe she is walking!” Liam cheered smiling at Talia.

“I know, you did a great job. Told you, you would be a great big brother” I told him as I ruffled his hair, giving him and Talia their breakfast. 

“Dada?” Talia asked looking around the question.

“Aww, sweetie he’s out at the minute. He had to see Uncle Scott and Uncle Stiles” I informed her as she started to eat her breakfast.

“Is everything okay?” Liam questioned.

“Everything is fine, he just had to sort some things out” I told him, he nodded and finished his breakfast. As the kids finished their breakfast, I took their plated and washed them as Liam kept Talia entertained. 

“Come on kiddo, ready for school?” I asked Liam as I picked up my car keys, Liam got up off the floor and grabbed his bag and Lacrosse stuff and was ready. I grabbed Talia and headed to the car. All the way Liam and I talked about school and stuff about the supernatural. Until we arrived at school. Liam gave me a hug and then hopped out and gave Talia a hug. The before we left Stiles came over to the car.

“Uncle Stiles!” Talia yelled making sure everyone in the whole school could hear her. 

“God I wish Derek was here right now to hear that!” Stiles laughed as he tickled Talia causing her to giggle. 

“Hey Stiles you alright” I asked 

“Yeah I'm good, finally, that mini meeting had finished with Derek, I don’t know how you can marry him, he’s just so grumpy and moody” Stiles admitted.

“When he is with you lot, he is” I laughed, as the school bell went.

“Well, you two better go off to classes and don’t be late,” I told them as I waved goodbye and drove home.

Liam’s P.O.V

School was pointless. Half the lessons I didn’t even need. So when the bell went for lunch it was like music to my ears, I raced out to go and find Mason to tell him about Talia. I was so proud of my little sister and I wanted to tell him.  I spotted Mason so I picked up my speed and raced over to him. 

“Mason! Mason! Mason! Guess what!” I shouted as I got closer to him.

“What?!” I asked back.

“Talia to her first steps! She was with me in my room and she took her first steps!” I cheered excitedly. 

“That’s amazing,” Mason said giving me a fist bump and then some other people came over to us, who were total jerks.

“Aww is little Liam all excited because his baby sister took her first steps in his bedroom. That’s cute Liam” One of the boys said laughing.

“Wow, Liam you get so excited so easily!” Another on of the boys said. It was supposed to be a conversation between Mason and I. They weren’t supposed to hear.

“Aww little Liam, trying to be the best big brother ever. You will end up scaring her with your stupid anger issues” Another one of the boys joked.  I could feel the anger building up inside me.

“I would hate to be your little sister. She has to live with you” Which made all of the boys laugh. I could feel my claws protruding from my fingers. I clenched my fists tight and I could feel the blood oozing out. I pushed past them, knocking one to the ground and headed home. 

Derek’s P.O.V

As Y/N and Talia would be at the shops for a while, I was going to have a bit of time to myself. The sofa and TV. I got myself a drink, practically collapsed on the sofa then switched on the TV. I just got my show up, until I got the scent of anger. Strong anger. The loft door flew open.

Liam stormed in throwing his bag to the ground in rage. I shot up and went over to him.

“Dude, calm down, tell me what happened. But you need to calm down” I told him. But when he lifted his head up his eyes were glowing. This was bad.

“Liam just listen to me, you need to calm down. Just come and sit down and we can talk. Just come one, deep breaths. Just calm down” I tried calming him as I took him over to the sofa. When he looked back up at me, his glowing eyes were gone and replaced with blue tear-filled eyes. 

“Liam what happened” As I said that Liam burst out crying, I pulled him into a hug.

“Some stupid lads at school laughing because I told Mason about Talia, then they were saying they felt sorry for her because I was her brother and I would end up hurting her because of my anger issues” Liam cried. I hated seeing him like this. These boys weren’t going to get away with this.

I stood up and Liam looked up at me.

“Come one your going to show me who these boys are and I need a little chat with them” Liam smiled wide and followed me to the car. As we were driving back to the school I looked over to Liam who was looking out the window.

“Li, listen. There idiots. You are the best big brother ever and Talia loves you so much. They don’t know what there on about” I told him as we pulled up “Now show me who they are” I said as we both got out the car. 

Liam looked around everyone then pointed at a group of boys. “There they are. The main one is Jack” Liam told me and I walked over to them. As we gained closer all the boys looked over to us and stood up. 

“Aww did little Liam have to go and get his daddy. That’s so cute” Jack laughed.

“Act you age,” I said standing with my arms giving them the death stare.

“You don’t mess with the Hales, because if you mess with one. You deal with all of us. So if you say one more word to Liam. We will make you regret it. Because Liam is a great big brother and his baby sister loves him so much. He’s so much better than you. So do you understand?” I asked still standing in the same position. Jack just laughed as all the other boys looked shocked and kind of scared. I stepped forward to Jack, Now standing right in front of him.

“I said do you understand?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, yeah,yeah sorry Liam. Sorry for what we all said” Jack said as he waved to his friends to go. I looked down at Liam and smiled and he smiled back. 

“Thanks, Dad”


Liam Dunbar Imagine- Parrish’s Sister


“Jordie? Is that you” you called out as you heard the front door of your house open from upstairs in your room. You listened for a response, but heard none, just a slight murmuring and a crash as you sat up in your bed. Leaning over to look at the clock on your table you noticed the time, 11:24. Letting out a yawn you swung your legs over the side of the bed, standing on shaky legs as you walked out of your room and down the stairs to the main room. “Jordan?” You called out as you walked into the lit room, obviously whoever had walked in had turned on the lights before moving out.

“In here Y/N,” your brother called out, making you let out a sigh of relief as you realized there was no danger. You followed his voice into the living room to see him sitting on the couch, his arm casually draped around Lydia Martin, a new friend you had made since you moved to Beacon Hills, following your mother’s wishes for your brother and yourself to stay close. You smiled at the redhead as she looked up at you, smiling as well as your eyes moved to scan the room. The rest of them were here, the wolf pack. Scott, Stiles, Kira, Liam, and Malia all sitting in my living room.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to tonight?” Scott asked, being polite as always as he noticed the discontent look on your face.

“Well I was sleeping before you guys showed up,” you admitted as Scott smiled sheepishly, “It’s fine, who needs sleep right?” you joked. Stiles laughed awkwardly at your exchange, the room falling silently afterwards as everyone continued to stare at you. You noticed Scott and Malia scrunch their noses slightly as you felt a cramp on your side. No no no no, please do not tell me they can smell the blood, you pleaded in your head as you remembered what they were probably smelling. You swallowed thickly, thinking of a way to make a quick escape. “I’m in a real need for some tea so I’m gonna go do that, now,” you stuttered quickly before almost running out of the room and into the kitchen.


“We just made her super uncomfortable didn’t we?” Malia asked from from her place beside Stiles, Scott nodding as well as his cheeks flushed red. Parrish, Lydia, Stiles and Kira shot them confused looks while Liam just wanted you leave the room, hearing you shuffle around in the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” Parrish asked, wondering what the alpha and werecoyote had done to make his sister uncomfortable without saying a word.

“Nothing,” Scott said quickly, cutting off Malia as she opened her mouth. She realized after a moment that Scott knew you wouldn’t want your brother to know what had happened and looked a bit guilty as she thought about how she had almost told. Parrish raised his eyebrows at Scott, looking at him curiously before Lydia brought his attention back to her. Meanwhile Liam listened as he heard you growl in frustration at something. He spared another glance at his pack only to see they had all started their own conversations among themselves, and he opted to follow you into the kitchen, escaping any of the packs watchful eyes.


You almost whimpered as you reached up of the too high shelf that held your tea bags. First you had woken up, then the pack had smelled your period and now you couldn’t reach your tea bags. You fell off of your tip toes, moving to rest against the counter and pout at the bags above you.

“Need any help?” you heard behind you, making you jump slightly as you turned to see Liam in the doorway. You gulped slightly before settling down and smiling at the beta.

“Please, I can’t reach the tea bags,” you admitted, gesturing up to the top shelf. Liam smiled at you before walking over and easily extending his arms to grab the box of bags. You smiled at him, happy to finally get some relief from the cramps as you took the box.

“Thank you,” you said as you grabbed the hot mug of water you had  already heated and dropped one of the bags into the almost boiling water.

“You alright?” Liam asked as you flinched, one of your now warm hands moved to your hip, attempting to stifle the cramp that had started again. You bit down on your lip as you waited for the pain to pass, nodding to the concerned beta in the process. “Come on, what hurts Y/N?” he asked as he reached out to gently grasp your arm. You shook your head as you whimpered slightly, the pain only getting worse. Liam’s face scrunched in concern as he tightened his grip on your arm and watched his veins go black. Scott had just taught him the skill, and using it to help you definetly was something he wanted to do. You released your lip from between your teeth as the pain start to fade, looking to Liam only to see his eyes scrunched closed and his veins gone black. You quickly ripped your arm from his grasp and glared at the beta as he opened his eyes back.

“Why did you do that Liam?” You asked, watching the boy flinch as he continued processing your pain.

“I didn’t want you to be in pain,” he admitted, dropping his eyes to the floor as he saw the frustration in your eyes. You couldn’t control the light blush that coloured your cheeks at his words. But after a short moment you sighed and poked Liam’s stomach, making him look back up at you.

“I’m used to that pain Liam. I don’t want to see you enduring my pain, ever. I hate seeing you like that Liam,” you admitted, smiled as a goofy grin covered Liam’s face.

“Am I right to think that you like me? Because I can hear your heartbeat and everyone seems to think you do and I care about you a lot as well so I hope that you do but it’s okay if you don’t-” you smiled at him, almost going deaf to his words as you watched him ramble before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his head down to be even with yours.

“I really like you,” you smiled as you oushed yourself up to press your lips against Liam’s. You couldn’t help but still smile as Liam froze for a second before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back. His lips were so soft and gentle against my own as his palms pressed against my back, my own hands moving to wrap around his neck as he stayed hunched down against me. As you both pulled away from the kiss and rested your foreheads against each other Liam panted softly, smiling wide as his eyes connected with yours.

“Thank God for your shortness Y/N.”

I Would Never

You had a friend you had known forever. She was the loud, friendly one with the bubbly personality. You were the reserved one. She had grown up wanting to be an actress, and she did it. You had grown up wanting to be behind the scenes. 

So your best friend got a role, a supporting role but it was still a big deal. She even managed to get you a job on set. The plan was for the two of you to go on a road trip to the set. 

See as you were the one with the car and the much better driving capabilities, she rode shotgun and was the navigator. You blared the music the whole ride. 

She has you pull into some neighborhood, music still blaring, and then she makes you stop at some house. 

“Who’s place is this?” you ask, turning the music down.

“Oh don’t worry about it. I told somebody we should drive together.”

“I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”

“Trust me, you aren’t going to mind,” she smirks.

Just then, a shaggy, lanky, unkept guy strolls out. 

Correction: a hot, sexy, Dylan O’Brien strolled out.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to your friend.

“Hey Dylan! This is Y/N, she’s our chauffeur!”

“I hate you,” you say to her, “Hi,” you say to him. 

“Hi Y/N, I’m Dylan.”

“Nice to meet you.”

For awhile, she blared the music and sang along, while you quietly drove. Too shy to do otherwise. Eventually though, your road rage got to the better of you.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fucking move!” you yell. “Oh my god, these people are idiots. I hate everyone.”

“Oh, I know what’ll make you feel better,” she says, changing the song.

A slew of throwbacks by Alicia Keys, Beyonce, Shakira, and other artists follow one after another. And just like that, you forget Dylan is in the car and you are screaming the lyrics. 

You literally forgot that Dylan was in the car.

That was until he leaned forward and scared the crap out of you. 

“Good God!” you scream.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t know how much longer we had.”

“Like 20 minutes,” you friend reads the GPS.

After that car ride, you didn’t really talk to Dylan. You kind of wanted to, but didn’t know how to start any conversation, and you rarely saw him so there was never any real opportunity.

That was, until you were at the food table.

“Sneaking food huh?” he asks.

“I would never,” you say, blatantly putting a cookie in your mouth.

“Wow, you’re right. How could I ever accuse you of such a thing.”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, hey, what are you doing tonight? A bunch of us are going out tonight.”

“That sounds like fun, yeah I’ll go.”

That night, you go out with Dylan and some other people from the cast and crew. At first it was really awkward for you. You barely know Dylan and you didn’t really talk to that many people at work. But Dylan sensed your unease and made sure to keep you talking. By the end of the night, you guys had become friends.

And after that night, you weren’t uncomfortable with Dylan. You guys hung out a lot more often on set, talking and teasing each other all the time. Eventually, you guys became really close friends.

Then the movie was done. It was a success. Your friend and Dylan went on a press tour. You got a job on a TV network, you bought an apartment. 

You and Dylan talked all the time. You guys continued to be really good friends. You told him if he was ever around he should come an hang out. If he wanted he could even stay over. 

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Malia- You Already Are

Request-  Hi Hun! Can I request a Malia x fem reader where The reader is a kitsune (so a fox and a wolf) and the reader is actually super cute and adorable and Malia is super protective over her. And then between home stress(her parents don’t know about her supernatural) and school and everything she just has a meltdown in school (with powers going wack too) and malia helps her and they go home and cuddle. Idk just kinda cute :) and I love maliaaa

A/N- Same. Malia is my everything. She’s come so far and I really love writing for her character. Enjoy! 

“Psst. Hey, Y/n,” Malia hissed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you whispered softly, glancing back at your girlfriend, who was sitting behind you. You loved Malia, but she had a tendency to not hold anything back. You on the other hand, you weren’t so forthcoming with information, but Malia had a feeling she knew what this was about.
You had been upset ever since Kira had left, and it wasn’t just because she had been both you and Malia’s best friend. She had been the only other kitsune you knew, and since you were adopted as a baby, your parents had no idea what you were. You couldn’t even get in contact with your real ones because it was a closed adoption, and without Kira and her parents to help you figure everything out, you felt incredibly alone.
You and Kira had managed to figure out that you were a wind kitsune sometime during the mess with the Nogitsune. He had been searching for other kitsunes in the area, trying to find someone who was willing to help him cause chaos. You had no idea how he had found you, just that he had showed up in the dark school parking lot after one of your tutoring sessions.
You had been completely alone, but terrified by this dead-eyed boy that you somehow knew wasn’t human, at least not entirely. When your fear caused an enormous gust of wind to send him flying backward into one of the streetlights, you had a sneaking suspicion that it had come from you.
It wasn’t long until you had run into Kira, who had been sent to you by her mother and father. Apparently, during one of the times he threatened her, the Void spirit had bragged to Mrs. Yukimura about having another kitsune at his disposal. He shouldn’t have counted his chickens.
When they quickly learned you weren’t on his side and that you barely had any idea what you were, they immediately brought you into the fold. You quickly learned about kitsunes, werewolves, hunters, and every other charming trait that Beacon Hills had to offer. It wasn’t as bad as it had originally seemed and, through the pack, you had met Malia.
Her brash, confident attitude immediately drew you to her, despite your tendency to hold your tongue. Malia was completely different from you, but she had never failed to stand up for you, even over something small. Yes, she could be a little protective. That much was evident at the short growls she let out when she caught someone trying to flirt with you, but you knew she loved you.
That was why she was bugging you now, her persistent voice soft in your ear as you struggled to scribble down your text analysis. She was just worried.
With the stress of dealing with your abilities on your own and the fact that you didn’t really have anyone to go to for help, you had been pretty stressed. That, coupled with the guilt you felt because Kira had been the kitsune affected by the Dread Doctors and not you, seemed to be enough to send you over the edge. You were nervous all the time, constantly fearing that you would hurt someone else. No one seemed to be able to console, except for Malia…usually.
“Y/n, come on,” she whispered. “I know something’s wrong. You smell like fear and anxiety. And I love you, but it reeks.”
“I can’t do this,” you said quietly. “I don’t know anything about…what I am. What if I can’t control it? What if I hurt someone?”
“You won’t,” Malia insisted.
“You can’t know that!” you protested.
“Y/n, Malia?” your teacher, Ms. Flynn asked, raising her eyebrows from the front of the room. “Do I need to separate you?”
“No, Ma’am,” Malia answered quickly. “Y/n just wasn’t feeling well.”
“Is that so?” the woman asked. “Well, then maybe she would be better off going to the nurse instead of chitchatting. Would you like the hall pass, Y/n?”
You nodded quickly, rising from your seat. Malia quickly jumped up to follow you, but Ms. Flynn held up her hand. “Hold it. I said Y/n could go, not you, Malia.”
“I…I feel like I’m going to pass out,” you lied. “Could she please come with me?”
Ms. Flynn scoffed. “Nice try girls.”
You looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at you. You swallowed thickly, hating that you and Malia had drawn the attention of everyone in the room. Your heart seemed to thump louder in your chest and before you realized what was happening, the wind started to whip outside. The few trees below the school started swaying in the wind, twisting and shaking.
Malia looked at you, her eyes wide as Ms. Flynn and the rest of your class gazed out the window.
“Woah,” a girl said from the back of the class. “It was not like that five minutes ago.”
“Hm,” Ms. Flynn remarked. “There was no storm in the forecast. Either way, it can’t touch us in here. Get back to wor-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the windows were blown open. Half the class screamed as hair, pencils, and paper went flying. Ms. Flynn ran over to the windows, attempting to close them, but the wind was too strong.
Malia stared at you in shock, mouthing “What are you doing?”
You shook your head helplessly, stumbling back as your hair blew out from your face. You didn’t know what was happening, just that it was your fault.
Leaves fluttered in from outside as various things were blown about the room, and Ms. Flynn yelled for everyone to get under their desks. Malia pulled you under one quickly, wrapping her arms around you and whispering in your ear as you tightly shut your eyes.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “Calm down, Y/n. I know you can do this. I know you have control. I’ve seen it.”
“I can’t,” you mumbled into her shirt.
“The hell you can’t,” she hissed. “I’ve seen you save people, Y/n. I’ve seen you protect me and yourself. So what if Kira left? You don’t need her here to show you how strong you can be. You already know. You already are.”
At the sound of Malia’s soft voice in your ears, you found yourself calming down. All the tension that had been building up inside you for the past few days subsided. You realized she was right. Slowly, the wind began to calm down and everything that had been swept around dropped to the floor.
Kids slowly began to creep from their desks and Malia helped you out from under the one that had sheltered you. The second you stood up, a wave of dizziness hit you, and you were listing off your feet.
“Woah,” she grunted, catching you just before your head could connect with the wood of a desk. “Ms. Flynn, can I please take her to the nurse?”
Malia’s tone was angry and dangerous, and you were certain that even if the class hadn’t just suffered from a spontaneous windstorm, Ms. Flynn still would have been unsettled enough to let you both leave.
The woman cleared her throat. “Of-of course, girls. Everyone else, back in their seats.”
Malia quickly shoved both of your things into your backpacks and tossed the two of them on her shoulders. Then she wrapped her arm around your waist and ushered you out of the classroom.
“Thank you,” you told her as the door shut behind you.
“You’re welcome,” she told you firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We have to find someone who can help you. I’ll do it myself if I have to.”
“Do you mean that?” you asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.
At your question, Malia turned her face toward you and looked into your eyes with fierce determination. “Of course.”
In seconds, she was leaning down and pressing her lips against yours in a kiss that told you that you would never have a reason to doubt her. She kept her hands on your waist to keep you steady until she finally pulled away. When she did, it left you slightly lightheaded, but that had nothing to do with your energy-sapping powers. That time was all her.
“Come on,” she told you, a small hint of a smile on her face as she led you back down the hall. “I’m taking you home.”
“We can’t just leave,” you protested.
“Says who?” Malia asked you. “You deserve it, Y/n. I’m taking you home whether you like it or not, and I’m going make you hot chocolate, or whatever you want, and we’re just gonna chill, okay?”
You felt your chest constrict at Malia’s words. She had no idea how much they meant to you, how much she meant to you after everything that had happened. She had been right in that classroom, because maybe Kira was gone, but you knew you could figure this out on your own, as long as you had Malia.
You simply nodded at her as she stood in the hall, knowing you couldn’t express how much you loved her in that one simple gesture. You might have been quiet, but she didn’t mind. You didn’t have to tell her how you felt; she could sense it. So she simply tightened her arm around you and led you back down the hall, looking forward to her night with you.

You’re All I Need

Originally posted by idc24

Part I / Part II /  Part III / Part V / Part VI

Requested: Yes! By an anonymous and beautiful person!

Prompt: “ Could you maybe write a part four of “i am worth it”? ((This is just an idea but maybe where hayden is being a bitch and tells y/n that liam deserves someone better and all that and then she starts to question hersf and in the end liam being all fluff and cute and telling her that she’s the only and that she may have flaws but she’s still perfect for him? Sorry if this is long lol ok i love your imagines ok ok bye))  

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character: Liam Dunbar

Word Count: 2.730

Warnings: Bad thoughts, horrible self esteem. And I just want to tell you guys that as a victim of bullying, depression, anorexia and bulimia, and a lot more problems that I don’t want to discuss, this can get pretty hard to read depending on how you feel about those things, okay?

Type: Super Fluff

Author’s Note: I’m really happy you guys liked the ‘She’s Not Worth It’ series, thank you so much!

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Clingy & Devastated | Liam Dunbar Imagine  

request ; could you do a liam imagine with the same conditions as clinginess, where liam is abnormally clingy and loves you a lot but he fucks up and you say you need a break and he is absolutely, balls to the walls devoted. even though it’s not an official break up he’s heartbroken and grieving and just horrified. and stiles and scott give him a hard time in a joking manner, telling him how he’s whipped and stuff.

word count ; 1111 (11:11 MAKE A WISH) 

warnings ; some swearing, good-natured teasing, stiles being sarcastic and cute and happy like s1-s3A :((( 

a/n ; “Clinginess” holds a dear place in my heart, as it is probably one of my favorite imagine I’ve ever written. Not sure if I did this imagine justice as a sort of second part to “Clinginess,” because i adore everything about that imagine. hopefully this isn’t too awful in comparison. (link to “Clinginess” here if you want to read it, it isn’t vital if you want to read this imagine, tho.) 

Liam hadn’t come out of his room in two days, and it had been approximately fifty-two hours since you had stated that you were in need of a break. A break. The poor boy kept turning those words over in his head, wondering if you were out partying with some other guy, not needing Liam as much as clearly needed you. He almost got up from his bed when that thought occurred to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would not cheat on you, and he was positive you weren’t cheating on him either. 

You did love him, with all of your heart, but he was overbearing sometimes, and you couldn’t just deny that fact. You didn’t want to break up at all, you just needed some personal space, though Liam took that as a, “I hate you and I never want to see you again so don’t call me,” sort of thing. He was fifteen years old, and he was hopelessly in love with you, and he had no problem showing it literally all the time. There lies the problem. 

He had been too clingy, too attached, wanting to be around you all the time and following you like a puppy whenever you hung out. At first, you had very much liked the attention, considering he was adorable and an overall sweetheart whom you loved very, very much. But he had become overbearing, so much that you had asked if you could have a small break for a little while. You needed some space from him, and he needed some space from you. 

He used the space to cry in his room and listen to angry, loud music in the dark. 

He let out a muffled groan when there was a knock on a door. He had specifically told his mom and step-dad not to bother him, that he was in the middle of a teenage crisis and wanted to wallow in his own pain. They left him alone, and he only came down to eat when everyone else was fast asleep and he could be alone. “Mom, I told you, I’m in the middle of a self-loathing session, followed by some more crying later, okay? Just leave me here to die,” he called miserably, lifting his head briefly from his pillow before placing his face in the pillow and shutting his eyes. 

The door opened anyway, much to his chagrin, and he immediately picked up the scent of Scott and Stiles. Apparently, no one wanted Liam to deal with his misery. They shut the door, thankfully, and Liam heard Stiles pull up a chair. Sure, make yourself at home, he thought dryly. 

“Scott,” Stiles whispered, tugging his best friend’s sleeve, “is he dead? Should I poke him with something sharp?” Liam picked his head up, staring at the two boys. He shot Stiles a glare, making the older boy drop one of Liam’s sharpened pencils. 

“Leave me alone,” he said, rolling back over and drawing the covers up to his chin. “I’m grieving.” 

“Who died?” Stiles inquired, actual concern shining through his sarcastic demeanor. He cared, in his own strange way. 

“My relationship with the best person I’ve ever met,” Liam deadpanned, not letting his misery over the subject show in front of the two boys. They would surely make fun of him; the desperately in love fifteen year old pining for the girl who was so far out of his league, he shouldn’t have even been an option for you. 

“Wait, you and Y/N broke up? Why?” Scott was genuinely concerned, unlike Stiles, who looked constipated due to trying to hold back loud laughter. 

“She said she needed some space, which means that by Monday, I’m going to be a single loser who lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. I hate myself,” he moaned, burying his face back in his pillow. 

“You sad, sad little sap,” Stiles commented fondly. Liam didn’t even bother to scowl. “Scott, your young son is whipped, isn’t that adorable?” Stiles beamed at Scott, affectionately reaching over to ruffle Liam’s hair. Liam growled at him. Stiles withdrew his hand, looking offended. “So cute,” he muttered. 

Scott rolled his eyes. Stiles was like a child sometimes, but he knew where Liam was coming from. This was the Beta’s first relationship, his first love, he was devastated over a break up that wasn’t even official. “Do you want me to text her and ask if she really wants this to be permanent?” Scott suggested gently, careful choosing his words so he wouldn’t upset Liam even more. First break ups were awful, painful, but he’d heal. Considering it was you, though, and that you had Liam rendered completely whipped, it would just take a lot of time. 

“Could you, please?” Liam pouted, sitting up and giving Scott puppy eyes. Scott smiled, nodding and pulling his phone out of his pocket. Liam sighed gratefully, leaning back against his headboard and watching anxiously as Scott tapped away at his phone. A ding sounded through the room instantly, and Liam bit at his nail as Scott read through your message. “Well? Does she hate me?” 

“Of course not, you dippity-doo,” Stiles snorted, peering at your text over Scott’s phone. Scott frowned at him, then gave Liam a reassuring smile. 

“Nah, she doesn’t hate you, and she doesn’t want to break up. She just wanted to have a little girl time with Lydia, Kira, and Malia. But you -” 

“Were too far up her ass to let her hang out and do girly things,” Stiles finished. Liam rolled his eyes, a weight lifted off his chest. You still loved him, thank god. 

“No, Liam was just a little clingy, is all. She doesn’t usually mind, but you can’t exactly hang out with her in the bathroom, kid,” Scott laughed, leaning forward to mess Liam’s hair up affectionately. Scott was the nice, all around good older brother, whilst Stiles was the louder, slightly ruder twin. Liam was the little brother, who they both enjoyed teasing good-naturedly. 

“You followed her into the bathroom?” Stiles asked incredulously, not bothering to hide his laughter this time. Liam blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“N-no! Of course not…I just waited outside the door,” he said quietly, going redder. The boys laughed even louder, because Liam was such a stage 5 clinger sometimes it was insane.  

“Young love,” Stiles declared dramatically. “There truly is no better feeling.” 

Liam, feeling those butterflies in his stomach when his phone buzzed on his desk with a text from you, had to agree with Stiles. This was inarguably the best feeling in the entire world.

stallison week —> day five: one AU

teen wolf bingo —> square 20: tumblr friends

Stiles doesn’t track his own tag, half because no one bothers learning the seemingly random string of characters in his url (what a bright idea, using his first name and middle initial) and half because anyone who wants to talk to him just shows up in his inbox sooner or later. He’s not here for followers, anyway. He’d had to get his ass away from Reddit as fast as he could make a graceful exit, and he’d heard there was plenty of porn on Tumblr. A few great video gaming update and tip blogs later, he was pretty sure he could get along here better than in the toxic waste dump he’d been wading through. R/tumblrinaction can go fuck itself.

He does, though, keep a track on aargentsf. Her blog is pretty popular even though she hasn’t been on the site much longer than him. Following her had been…not exactly an accident, but definitely not a run at friendship. There’d been a black and white shot on one of the tamer porn blogs he followed, where some of the pictures were safe for work – a girl in a tank top and rumpled sleep shorts taking a photo of herself in the mirror, camera obscuring her face. There was nothing particularly sexual about it, but Stiles had been drawn to it. The reflection of the girl’s room, greyscale daubs of paint on the wall as if she hasn’t decided how to paint yet and half-unpacked boxes in the corner. Her bedclothes askew, like she’d climbed straight out of bed and taken the photo. He’d clicked the follow button from the dashboard without checking what else might be on her blog.

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Mood: Perfect - One Direction

It’s almost midnight and you have to walk to your house because Lydia’s car didn’t work and you didn’t want her to come back alone, she’s been through a lot lately and deserves some calm. You two were doing some homework and it took you too much, that’s why you’re going back so late.

On the way, some meters away from you, you see a female figure but you can’t recognize who is it. You get a little more closer but still without seeing.

Y/N: “Hello?” The women is walking slowly towards you now. When she’s a meter away from where you are, you see it’s just Tracy. She doesn’t say anything, she’s just standing there looking at you and seems a bit angry.

“Hey, why are you here alone at this time?” You ask her nicely.

Tracy: “I can ask you the same.” She answers coldly.

Y/N: “I was with Lydia.” She gets closer, leaving just inches between you two.

Tracy: “I don’t understand… What does he sees in you? Why does he likes you so much?” It seems like she’s talking to herself.

Y/N: “Tracy, what are you talking about? Are you okay?” You ask obviously confuse.

Tracy: “No, I’m not. You know what? I should just kill you.” You see how her fangs come out along with those huge teeth chimeras have. She grabs your neck choking you.

You punch her in the face as hard as you can and she release your neck. You may not be a supernatural creature but you’ve been training since you know about them. She touches the place you hit her and looks at you with so much anger.

Tracy: “You will regret for that.” She raises her arms looking for your neck again but something makes her stop. You both look down at her stomach where she got stabbed with a stack.

What the hell? You think.

When her body falls you see Theo standing there. Theo saved you. 

Theo: “Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks walking towards you.

Y/N: “I think so…” You still a little confused about what just happened.

Theo: “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

Y/N: “I was going home.”

Theo: “Okay… I guess I’ll go with you so this won’t happen again.”

Y/N: “Wait… Have I entered an alternative universe or did you just save my life and you’re being kind?”

Theo: “Well, yeah. I’m not a monster.”

Y/N: “Ha, you’ve been trying to prove that wrong.”

Theo: “The thing is, Y/N, I only wanna prove it to you.”


Y/N: “And why is that?”

Theo: “Let’s just say I care about what you think of me.” You don’t say anything, you just walk don’t even seeing if he was following you.

What does he wants to say? Is all you think on the way to your house, you think about the possibility of him liking you but is that even possible? He’s supposed to be the “bad guy”, the one who hates everyone and makes everyone hate him…

Theo: “Hey, wake up, we’re here.” He says interrupting your thoughts.

Y/N: “Oh, sorry…”

Theo: “It’s okay. So, any idea of why Tracy would want to kill you?”

Y/N: “Not really but she mentioned something like someone who likes me. I think she was just jealous.”

Theo: “I see…”

Y/N: “Yeah. Well, I’m going in I’m too tired. Thank you so much, Theo. I owe you one.” He smiles.

Theo: “I just thought of how could you pay me.”

Y/N: “How?”

Theo: “A date.”

Y/N: “Are you serious? I didn’t imagined you were a dates man.”

Theo: “So many surprises… so, do you accept?”

You think about it. What about your friends? Would they be okay with this?

Y/N: “Okay.” No one has to know, right?

Theo: “Good. I’ll come pick you up. Good night, Y/N.” He grabs your hand and kisses it. What the actual fuck? Then he leaves.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll start to know the real Theo. Let’s just see how that date goes.

Derek Hale x Reader: “She’s going to want the entire plate cleared”

Originally posted by hoechlder

Prompt: “I hate sweets but you always bake me things when you try out new recipes. I’m pretty much miserable but your smile is worth it.” AU (not mine I got it from a prompts list posted by: toxixpumpkin

Derek Hale was the sour wolf, that kept all of his emotions bottled up. 

Then you came along. Derek bit your younger brother Isaac, and you came along not willing to let your brother to move in with a stranger all by himself. It took some convincing but eventually Isaac was able to let you both move in with Derek. 

You were sweet, nice to people, and just overall understanding. And there was something about you once Derek saw you smile for the first time that just made him instantly trust you. 

Everyone in the pack could tell that you were special to Derek, and with every smile and innocent question that you sent he just fell harder for you. 

When Derek let you move in with him he’d expected to you to be a liability. You weren’t anything supernatural after all. What you didn’t have in pack strength you made up for in helping the pack feel better. After a week of living with Derek he noticed that you would end up cooking meals for the people at the loft that they could easily heat up for when they had the time to eat. If there was a small spill o the counter, instead of leaving it there you would quickly clean it up. Derek noticed that you tried to make the loft have a sense of normalcy to it that helped a lot more than he would have ever guessed. 

Afterwards he realized that he could vent to everything to you. He didn’t have to worry about you judging him. It only took a couple of months before you both knew everything about each other, him knowing all of your secrets and you knowing about everything from Paige, to Kate, to what his favorite food was. Derek wasn’t used to having someone he oculd depend on like you but he liked it. 

He thought that he knew everything about you. 

So when you offered him and Isaac a plate of cookies that you had made yourself he was surprised.

He didn’t like anything sweet. At all. Derek was right about to tell you that he didn’t want any when he looked up and noticed the nervous look in your eyes that he wouldn’t like it. So Derek gave you a small smile (scaring Isaac as he did so) and took a bite out of the food. 

The chocolate mixed with the sugar and he was sure that anyone else would have loved them. “It’s great,” he mumbled to you before looking back down at the map. 

He could hear your heart skip a beat,”Ah thanks Derek!” you smiled sweetly at him before sitting the plate down on the table and going into the kitchen to begin to start cleaning from cooking. 

Derek tried to keep himself from groaning and finished the snack that you had brought him. Isaac let out a small laugh and tried to cover it up when Derek glared at him. 

Isaac grabbed a cookie from the plate,”Man you’re head over heels for her,” 

Derek didn’t say anything and instead just tried to focus his attention on making a plan. 

“You know she’s going to want the entire plate cleared,” Isaac mumbled, watching Derek’s face for a reaction. 

Derek groaned and let his face fall before trying to cover it up with a cough so you wouldn’t hear. 

Over time whenever you weren’t busy you would end up cooking, usually baking something sweet because it was your favorite thing to make. Unfortunately for Derek, you always made sure that everyone in the loft (and pack if a meeting was coming up) was able to get a few. He lied straight through his teeth every time he ate it, no matter how disgusting or sick he felt because that smile that you had afterwards was too precious for him to give up. 

Besides he was too far gone to back out now. 

For once there wasn’t a supernatural threat that was trying to kill the pack. Despite there being no threat Derek was doing his daily workout out of habit, all while trying to ignore Peter who kept on making comment after comment. 

Derek rolled his eyes as he willed himself not to stand up and punch his uncle in the face. 

“Hey Derek I just finished trying out a new cookie recipe, wanna try them?” you asked as you walked out of the kitchen with a small batch of cookies. Derek stopped doing his sit ups and looked over at you, holding a tiny plate of sugar cookies. You held the plate in front of you for Derek to grab one. 

He inwardly sighed before grabbing one of the cookies and taking a bite,”It’s great,” he mumbled. Derek glanced over at you to see you smiling brightly before offering one to Peter, which he declined and going back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. 

“Why did you lie to her?” Peter asked Derek as he went back to doing push ups. When Peter saw that Derek wasn’t going to answer he continued,”You hate anything sweet, even when you were a little kid you hated them. And plus you’re forgetting that I can hear your heartbeat, you lied to that girl about liking those,” 

Derek gritted his teeth and forced himself to ignore his uncle, he was used to him saying things like that by now. Things to get under his skin. But he also learned that sometimes he just had o ignore him. 

You bit your lip as you felt a mixture of sadness, anger, and guilt flood your system. Derek didn’t like sweets and you were making them all the time. But at the same time he lied to you over and over again about liking them. The only thing that would have changed is that you would stop offering them o him all the time. 

You tried to keep your emotions in check as you wiped the counters down, deciding to talk to Derek about it after Peter left. You didn’t want to have to deal with his comments the entire time that would only fuel your anger. 

After an hour Peter eventually left, finally getting bored with his nephew. You crossed your arms and walked into the living room where Derek was sitting on the couch reading a book. “Derek can i ask you something?” you said, making your presence known. 

“Sure. What’s going on?” Derek asked closing his book. 

“I overheard Peter saying that you lied about liking what I make,” you continued. 

Derek looked over at you with his eyebrows raised before he remembered the earlier conversation he had. He looked at the floor, running a hand through his hair before attempting to speak. 
“Why did you lie to me? If you didn’t like what I made why didn’t you just say so?” you asked him, getting frustrated. 

Derek looked up at you,”You looked really excited to have me try it. And then when I told you that I liked it you smiled and were really happy and I don’t care what you say I think it was worth it,” 

You froze, not really how to respond to that but sighed and uncrossed your arms. “I’m guessing that you’ll be fine with me not making you any then?” 

Derek looked up at you, not saying anything. You sighed, rolling your eyes,”I’ll take that as a yes then. Please don’t lie to me like that again Derek,” you mumbled. It was silent between the two of you before you leaned down and gave Derek a small kiss, along with a smile that Derek had never seen. “But thank you for caring about my feelings enough to be miserable like that for me,”

Derek sat the on the couch, still frozen for a moment before going to follow you. You were not going to kiss him and just walk away, he was not okay with that.