well you did say to grab anything scott

Believe It or Not. Part 6.

Summary: let’s just say home girl takes matters into her own hands

(Based off 1x06 “Heart Monitor”)

Y/n had left Stiles a few messages on his phone. She wanted to check in and make sure his dad was okay from the other night. He got hurt trying to protect everyone from the mountain lion, but she hadn’t heard anything back from Stiles.

She decided she would just wait until she saw him at school to ask him face to face, so she got dressed in her leather skirt, black boots, and a tan sweater before curling her hair.
- - -
She took her seat in her first class , which again, was next to Stiles who sat behind Scott. Just looking at the two of them she could feel the tension in the room. But for now, she ignored it and decided she was finally going to make Scott talk to her.

“Hey, Scotty.” She whispered to grab his attention.

He turned around and looked at her, giving her the ‘okay’ to continue with the raise of his eyebrow.

“Be home for dinner tonight, we need to talk.” She didn’t give him a chance to say anything back before she returned to sitting regularly in her seat and opening her book. Scott then turned his attention to Stiles who wasn’t talking to him.

“Still not talking to me? Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad’s okay? It’s just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin’ that big - You know I feel really bad about it, right? Okay. What if I told you that I’m trying to figure this whole thing out, and - That I went to Derek for help?”

That last sentence caught y/n’s attention again.

Stiles didn’t look up from his book as he replied, “If I was talking to you, I would say that you’re an idiot for talking to him. But obviously I’m not talking to you.”

She hated to see the boys not together like normal. It almost felt like something was off with the universe those two were so inseparable.

Y/n knew it wasn’t going to take long for Stiles to give in and ask Scott to elaborate, and when he did he said, “What did he say?”

Y/n watched intently as Scott didn’t actually answer, he just gave Stiles a pointed look as if he should know already and he did.
Stiles sighed before speaking again, “He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?” He questioned.

The boys shifted their gaze to y/n to see if she was listening. She totally was but once she saw their heads start to turn towards her she looked down immediately so they would keep talking and she could find out more.

“Yeah.” Scott whispered to Stiles who just sighed, “Well correct me if im wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone. And that someone’s usually me.”

Y/n’s heart rate had increased immensely after hearing what Stiles said. Questions kept piling themselves into her mind one after the other, but she couldn’t say anything yet. She needed to stay calm so she could hear more of what they had to say.

“I know. That’s what he means when he says he doesn’t know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it.”

What the hell? Control what, she thought. Everything and everyone around her became irrelevant so she could focus on every word that was said between the boys.

“Well, how’s he gonna teach you to do that?” Stiles inquired.

“I don’t know. And I don’t think he does either.”

Both Scott and Stiles sighed, obviously stressed out of their minds. “Okay,” Stiles spoke, “when are you going to see him again?”

“He told me not to talk about, just act normal and get through the day.”

“When.” Stiles asked again, this time more of a demand.

They continued to share info back and fourth that Derek was picking up Scott after his shift at the animal clinic. That’s when Stiles came up with an idea of his own.

“That gives me until the end of the school day.” He said ubruptly.

“To do what?” Asked a very confused Scott.

“Teach you myself.” The lanky boy smirked.

However, listening to everything y/n’s stomach started to churn. Confused wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe what she was feeling anymore. She felt confused, and angry, and mislead.

After class y/n sneakily followed Scott and Stiles out to the lacrosse field where they were heard with a duffle bag full of God knows what.

Y/n don’t want to get caught so she settled for standing behind the bleachers furthest from the boys. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but Stiles handed Scott what looked like the monitors they use for the track team.

She watched Stiles back away from Scott after tying his hand behind his back. Which honestly, was kind of amusing for her to see.

“Are you ready?” She heard Stiles yell in Scott’s direction.

“No.” Her brother yelped back.

“Remember, don’t get angry!” Was the last thing that Stiles said before flinging a lacrosse ball straight towards Scott hitting him right in the stomach. She flinched at the sound of Scott moaning in pain. What the hell were they doing?

“Im starting- to think- this was a really- bad idea.” Scott managed to squeeze out between mangled breaths. Her instincts told her to run out and stand between them, but she was able to gather that Stiles was trying to help Scott control his heart rate, or his anger. She got lost in her thoughts trying to put together why he needed to control his anger, maybe it could be a lacrosse strategy?

The sound of Scott screaming, “son of a bitch!” Pulled her out of her own mind and back to the scene playing in front of her on the lacrosse field.

Scott started to twist and turn on the ground and y/n was about to run over to help him when Stiles ran over and picked the boy up by his arms dragging him to the boys locker room. It looked like Scott was losing control, but what did he need to control so badly?

Y/n was done waiting and stalking for answers. Obviously she wasn’t going to get anything from Scott, or Stiles. So she was going straight to the source herself. Derek Hale.
- - -
She got in her car and sat there for a second, she didn’t even know where to go. She decided to try the hale house, yes she knew it had been burnt down but where else was she going to go?

Her tires crackled through the leaves as she rolled over them and put her car in park. The house was terrifying, old and black. She was hesitant to even walk closer to it, she knows what happens in all the horror movies. But one step after the other, she ignored the sound of the leaves beneath her feet until she was standing right at the opening of the house. One more step brought her inside the cold interior.

“Derek?” She called out, no one answered. He was hiding behind a burnt wall up the stairs. He recognized her scent from being in the school a few days ago. But he had no idea who she was.

“My name is y/n McCall. Im Scott’s sister.” The mention of the betas name made him tense, of course she probably new everything her brother was going through.

“This is ridiculous of course he’s not here.” He heard the girl mumble to herself. He could feel her moving towards the door before he stepped out from his hiding place.

“Wait.” The voice made her stop dead in her tracks as she slowly turned on her heel to see Derek standing at the top of the stairs glaring down at her. She stood exactly where she was as she waited for him to make his way down the stairs until he was a few feet in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” He asked coldly.

“Are you selling my brother steroids?” She asked as sternly as she could, trying to hide the fact that this man actually scared the shit out of her.

She watched in curiosity as he rolled his eyes at her question, “why does everyone think I’m a drug dealer.” He mumbled more to himself then to her.

“If you aren’t, then why were you looking for my brother at our school. How do you know him?” She took a step closer, suddenly feeling braver.

“You mean you don’t know?” He stared quizzically at her.

“No- know what?”

“You need to get out of here.” He said while walking past her towards the door, as if he was going to be able to just get her to leave like that.

“Im not going anywhere until I know what’s going on with my brother.” She didn’t move at all except to spin slightly so she was still facing Derek.

“It’s much more difficult than stupid high school drama,” he stated walking back towards her, “don’t worry about your brother, he’s taken care of by me.”

I guess you could say this was her breaking point because before she could stop herself she just let all of her feelings roll out of her, “Are you kidding me? You want me to trust you? You’re living in a house that is just piled up ashes! Scott is never home at night and is doing practically everything he can to avoid me!” She had started getting closer to the man without even realizing it.
“You want stupid high school drama? Im about to break out in tears out of pure frustration so unless you want a sobbing teenage girl on your doorstep I suggest you start talking!” She finished taking in a huge gulp of air, feeling slightly light-headed.

Derek realized that she really wasn’t going anywhere until she got the answer she was looking for, besides. Maybe better him than the out of control beta telling her anyway. It might even keep her safe.

“Your brother is a werewolf.”

Y/n let out a slight chuckle, “you think this is funny-”

“No not at all. It’s very serious actually. Your brother was bit by an alpha werewolf, and no one knows who he is. Now this alpha is running around town killing people until your brother joins his pack.”

“Very funny asshole.” Y/n started to walk past him before he grabbed her arm. She was about to kick his ass until she turned around and instead of dark brown eyes staring at her, were glowing blue. She slowly glanced to notice that she was being grasped by claws.

Any normal person would’ve screamed. But instead it all made sense, well actually none of it did but obviously Derek was telling the truth. He dropped his arm from hers before saying one final thing.

“You have to promise you’ll pretend not to know anything. Scott has a lot going on right now, he needs stability. When he comes home he needs to feel like he has one place where nothing has changed until he figures how to control his killing urges, do you understand?”

She processed everything he said before saying, “that is if he ever comes home.”

Ignoring her, Derek repeated himself, “Do. You. Understand?”

She nodded slowly, finally grasping the intensity of this all. “I understand.” Without another word she left the Hale house and got into her car. She sat there for a few minutes. She had so many more emotions that she already did. She was scared, she was confused, she worried for Scott and his safety. She worried for Stiles.
- - -
As she was returning back to her house she caught probably every single red light. As she was sitting at one, nervously tapping her fingers against the staring wheel she watched as the jeep went by her, Stiles’ jeep and it was heading towards the school.

Without thinking she got into the turn lane and followed from a reasonable distance. It was getting late and she was trying to figure out why they would possibly need to be at the school.

She parked a considerable amount away from where they did and she remained in her car not needing to get out since she could still see them. They were meeting Derek.

She watched as Scott and Stiles disappeared into the school. About 3 minutes later, she heard the loudest, most ground-shaking… Roar? And then it hit her. That was Scott. And he was. Werewolf.

Tell me what you think please xx

Some time ago i learnt that firefighters actually have to be clean shaven at work for safety reasons (like proper use of breathing equipment etc.) so i’ve been thinking… about them sterek firefighters aus… and… I guess that’s it? sterek au with firefighter!Derek, whole 2.5k of it. But also not something you probably expect. // I don’t write fanfiction so anything you find under this is going to be clumsy and awkward af.

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You’re Mine, I’m Yours

Originally posted by moan-s

Part I / Part II /  Part III /  Part IV /  Part V

Requested: Yes! By the lovely lost-girl1996

Prompt: “ PLEASE DO ANOTHER PART OF SHES NOT WORTH IT! You are absolutely amazing 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character: Liam Dunbar

Word Count: 2.599

Warnings: Nope

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


“ Sweetheart your are you sure series is amazing and I just wanted to tell you that I apperciate your writing and I hope that your finals went well. Keep up the amazing work and remember to take time for yourself to. It won’t kill us to wait for a new chapter:) ”

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine #3: Gone.

A/N: …..So, I’ve kinda been emotionally wrecked by Allison’s death and I don’t think I’m ready for next week’s episode.  Never the less, here’s another Stiles imagine that was inspired by the episode “Insatiable.”  Don’t be afraid to give me some feed back!  Also, check out thatoneimagines-blog.  You’ll find Teen Wolf, The Hobbit, and other kinds imagines up there ^_^ 
~Kiki *_*

She ran as fast as her feet could carry her.  As soon as she realized what would happen, she ran to him with no hesitation.  Her lungs were burning and for some reason, she couldn’t get any closer to where she wanted needed to be.  He was still out of her reach.  She got just close enough to make out the figures that danced in the dark.  Scott with his claws in its back and Kira with her katana pushing through its stomach.  The figure in between arched its back, letting out a yell simultaneously with someone else.

The girl turned towards the sound of the second person screaming.  It was the very one she’d been running towards.  He clutched his stomach as he fell to his knees.  "Stiles?“  Her feet began to move again.  Faster and more urgently than before, this time shortening the distance between herself and him.  After finally reaching him, she knelt down beside him.  "Stiles!”  Her breath was shaky and her vision was blurred, but it didn’t keep her from seeing the wincing teenage boy who began to fall over onto her.  Everything seemed to move in slow motion.  Kira’s and Scott’s attention had been turned to the scene caused by the girl and Stiles.

He said her name in a breathless whisper.  He was shaking in her arms as his cold hand reached for hers.  "Wh–Why are you here?  I-I told you to–I told you to stay–“

The girl shook her head.  "No.”  Her heart sank to her stomach and her face felt like it was going to combust with the steaming tears running down it.  "You’re alright.  You’re gonna be okay,“ she rushed out, more so for her own sake.  "We’re–we’re gonna get you to the hospital and everything will be fine.”

Stiles’ dry lips formed a small smile while he shook his head slowly.  "I’m not…going to be okay.“

His words struck her, drawing a sob from her.  She didn’t know which hurt more: Stiles knowing that this was the end for him, or him not even trying to put up a fight to live.  He’s just accepting it.  

A figure appeared in front of her.  When she looked up, it appeared to be Scott.  "Stiles?  You’re alright.  We’re going to get through this, man.”  Scott’s voice cracked and hinted doubt.  Giving himself false hope didn’t seem give him any reassurance.  Hope was the only thing Scott had left to grasp on to and even that was slipping through his fingers, just like his best friend was now.

Stiles’ pale skin only brought more attention to his reddened eyes that were brimmed with tears.  "You both will get through this.“

Scott sniffled before speaking.  "You can’t go.  Dude, you’re my best friend.  I need you.”  He took in shaky breath, “You’re my brother, Stiles.  If–if you’re going…you’re just going to have to take me with you, then.”

Stiles tried to laugh, but it came out as a mixture of a cough and pained grunt.  Blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth, hinting that the end was near.  "Dude, you can’t quote me to me.  Besides I did this for you.“  His eyes moved to the girl who held him in her arms.  "I did it for everybody.  No one else is going to die.”  His free hand moved to grab Scott’s hand while he struggled to keep the ghost of a smile that grazed his face.  "I want you two to live long and happy lives,“ his gaze switched back to Scott.  "Don’t let me down,” he whispered.

A sad smile grew on Scott’s face.  "I won’t, man.  I promise.“  He looked up at the girl.  She nodded her head in agreement while attempting to smile as well.  She didn’t trust her voice to enough to say anything.

"I’m finally going to catch up on all of that sleep I’d been missing,” Stiles joked, but no one laughed, not even himself.  A sigh escaped his lips.  "I don’t want to go.“  His breathing got heavier.  "I’m not ready to go and I’m scared…more than ever.”  His lip trembled and he shook his head.  "I don’t want to die,“ he raised his voice, only to result in him coughing up blood again.  A single tear rolled down his cheek, but he refused to let anymore follow it.

"Stiles…”  The girl bit down on her bottom, but it didn’t stop the involuntary whimpering noise that came from her throat.  Scott opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  He wanted to comfort Stiles, but what could he say?  All three of them knew that Stiles would not be okay, and everything was not going to be alright.  And that truth hurt them more than anything else possibly could.

Stiles looked up at the night sky.  "Tell my dad, I love him, okay?  Look after him.  Don’t let him do anything stupid.“  Scott and the girl nodded.  "And don’t–don’t forget me, alright?”  The tears he’d been trying so hard to keep in finally came like a tsunami, rolling down his cheeks like waves.  "Do not forget about me,“ he demanded.  His face twisted into a frown as if the very thought of his existence being forgotten disgusted him.

"We won’t,” the girl choked out.

Scott shook his head.  "I’ll never–We’ll never forget you, Stiles.“

Both Scott and the girl could feel a new rush of sadness washing over them when Stiles used every last bit of his strength to squeeze their hands.  "I–I love you guys…”  

“I love you too,” Scott said while gently squeezing his hand back.

The girl just sat there, letting his words sink in.  She felt his hand his hand go limp and she began to panic.  "Stiles?“  She began to gasp for air.  No matter how many deep breaths she took, she couldn’t get enough oxygen.  Fresh tears surfaced and spilled over.  "No, wait.  I love you too.  Stiles, I love you!”  The realization hit her.  She was too late.

Scott began to cry harder now and sobs wracked his body.  Stiles was his other half.  He knew Scott better than he knew himself and Scott had no clue how he was going to continue without him.  The more he thought of the good times they had together, the more he blamed himself for getting bitten by a werewolf in the first place.  The more he blamed himself, the less he wanted to live, but he made a promise to Stiles.  Scott didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to keep that promise until now.  Nothing but a hollowed place remained where his heart used to be.  He felt a new kind of emptiness and loneliness, and he didn’t want to feel that.  At that moment, he didn’t want to feel anything.

The girl continued to call Stiles’ name, repeating that she loved him even though it was way past due.  She knew now that he would never hear her say it.  She knew that any chances she may have had in telling Stiles how she really felt had disappeared.  It killed her on the inside to know this.

It echoed in their heads, the phrase that neither of them would dare mutter.  They still didn’t want to admit it to themselves, but Stiles was gone.