#melissa mccall x daughter!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fandomnsfw · 1 year

Text

Changes pt 6 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Jason Derulo’s - Want to Want me

Warning: None! YETTTT! KINDA

Thank you to my wonderful Beta for sorting out my terrible errors XD @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table with a frown heavily engraved on your face. You woke up three times during the night from what could only be called wet dreams, so the fact that you were awake again at such an early hour was an enigma to you.

You sighed irritably before sliding out of bed and slipping on your fluffy slipper boots. You threw on Scott’s hoodie before checking your hair wasn’t too unruly for other people to see. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad so you deemed yourself for the view of other people. Which at this time would most likely only be Derek and Peter.

You walked down the stairs with tired eyes, your footsteps heavy and slow as you shuffled your way to the living area. When the kitchen was in view you saw Derek, Peter and Lydia. You walked into the room without a sound and smashed your head against the clean marble counter causing Peter to flinch. You muttered an unintelligible ‘ow’ before standing back up, your movement quick enough to disorientate you for a second.

“Bad night?” Peter questioned softly, however instead of answering you just slammed your head down again, this time on Peter's shoulder.

“I had an inhumane amount of wet dreams last night and I barely got any sleep. By the third one, I kind of wanted to go to Scott's room to sit on his dick just to end the pain.” You groaned as you swung one of Peter’s arms from side to side childishly.

“Well, you’re more vulgar than usual. Not to mention your actions and words appear to be rather contradictory to one another.” Peter snorted causing you to stop your childish actions.

“God, you smell like you just had a sex marathon.” Derek winced, his face full of disgust.

“You’re one to talk!” You snapped at you stood up straight point an accusatory finger at the younger Hale who quickly lowered his head.

“Carry on judging me and I’ll tell Jethan you stole their lube!”

“So let me get this right, my ex-boyfriend and my current boyfriend’s twin, Derek stole their lube?” Lydia questioned with a smirk on her face.

“Jesus this pack is like a giant slutty orgy by this point. Scott’s mom Melissa is dating Chris, who is the dad of the first love of Scott, who is Stiles’ best friend, who used to date Malia, who is the daughter of Peter, who briefly went on a failed date with Scott’s mom Melissa and turned Scott, who is best friend’s with Stiles who’s now dating Derek, who turned Isaac who is now dating Scott’s first love Allison who is besties with Lydia who’s now dating Aiden, who is the twin of Ethan, who used to date Danny who was Jackson’s bestie, who used to date Lydia who was actually the first love of Stiles, who is dating Derek, who dated Allison’s aunt Kate, who is Chris’s sister who is now dating Scott’s mom. WOW! That physically hurt to get out.” You snorted with wide eyes, as you stared at everyone in the kitchen.

“She’s right we’re like a giant pack orgy.” Lydia huffed as you thought about it seriously.

“Talk about keeping it in the family.” Peter chuckled which only caused you to burst out laughing.

“God, Peter, I love you sometimes.” You laughed as you wiped away some of your tears.

You were picked up suddenly by your hood causing you to flail like Stiles before said person started carrying you around the kitchen like that. You looked at everyone else who looked amused by the fact you were literally hanging mid-air, being carried by what was obviously a wolf.

“Not on my watch.” Scott’s voice rang out and he sipped on what you resumed was coffee.

“Scott put me down you fucking caveman!” You screamed and he began flinging your limbs around again.

“No cos you might try and run away with Peter.” Scott huffed playfully, but you could tell he was grinning.

“Uncle Peter saaaave meeeee!” You screamed, making grabby hands at Peter who almost spits out his coffee at your words.

“Please don’t call me Uncle Peter it makes me feel like that old perverted uncle that always tries to grab your booty at family events.” Peter muttered, disgust evident on his face.

“DERBEAR!” This time, however, said person did actually spit out his coffee. Derek looked at you like you’d gone crazy.

“It’s like you and Stiles are one person split into two body’s…” Derek muttered with heavy scowl replacing his original shocked state.

You were currently throwing clothes about your room as you tried to figure out what you would wear for your date. You’d come to the pack house with Lydia and Erica after school, hoping to quickly find an outfit so the girls could do your makeup slowly. However, after taking a shower when you arrived home, you took one glance in your closet and the first thing that came out your mouth when you stared into the depths of hell was ‘I have nothing to wear’.

You knew it was illogical because you went on a major shopping spree less than a week ago but for some reason your brain was telling you, you had nothing to wear. Lydia scanned through your wardrobe before picking out an outfit quietly.

“Put this on with your baby pink Calvin Klein thong and no bra. Scott seems to like you in Calvin’s so it’s a safe bet.” Lydia stated softly before ushering you to the bathroom.

You gave a nod and walked into your small on suite bathroom, closing the door before you dropped your towel. You slid on your baby pink thing that had the Calvin Klein band around the top before grabbing the dress she’d gave you.

It was pure white, thankfully, it wasn’t thin so you wouldn’t be able to see the colour of your underwear. It was a pure white long sleeved bodycon dress, which would most likely reach your mid-thigh. You stared at the neckline before realising why Lydia said no bra it was a low V cut that showed a copious amount of cleavage.

You slid the dressed over your head before pulling the tight yet comfortable material down so it was sat perfectly before making your way into your bedroom. Lydia gave you a smirk and nod whereas Erica gave you an applause.

“Okay, makeup.” Lydia stated as she passed you a dressing gown.

“Why do I need this?” You asked as you put it on.

“You’re wearing a pure white dress. If even a spec of eyeshadow fall out or powder get on that thing then it has to go in the bin.” Lydia snorted, rolling her eyes softly.

“Why couldn’t I just put it on after my makeup was done?” You questioned, frowning at Erica who chuckled at your words.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Lydia huffed before picking up foundation and the damp beauty blender.

Lydia was adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Erica stood holding the straighteners while they warmed up. Stiles burst into the room, a pair of heels clutched in his hands, earning a raised eyebrow from you, as Erica separated your hair and started straightening it.

“Stiles, why are you holding a pair of cherry red high heels?” You asked seriously, your eyebrow still raised.

“Get your mind out of the gutter! Lydia asked me to bring her cherry red Louboutin’s. She said it was urgent!” Stiles shouted, panting as he tried to calm his breathing.

“You know what Louboutin’s are? And look like?” You teased playfully, earning a chuckle from Erica.

“I’ve been on more shopping trips with Lydia than anyone I know…plus…I was there when she bought them.” Stiles muttered with a blush as he placed the shoes in front of your feet before taking you ankle and sliding your foot into one of the shoes.

“I feel like a friggin’ Princess right now.” You giggled as Stiles slid the other shoes on.

“More like a Queen. Alpha’s are like Kings of the pack, therefore, more like a Queen.” Stiles chuckled playfully.

Erica finished your hair just in time to hear the front door downstairs open. Scott had gone home to do his homework and change clothes so when you smelt his scent and the door open and close you knew it was him.

Erica brushed through your now straight hair making it look sleek and smooth. You straightened your dress as you stood up earning a thumbs up and eyebrow wiggle from Stiles. You glanced in the mirror before staring at like in shock.

Your eyebrows had been filled in so they looked faded, while your skin looked flawless with slight contouring. Your eyes had been done with a perfect wing and natural yet thick false lashes and your lips had been done with a crimson matte red which was similar to your shoes.

“Isn’t my lipstick gonna…ermm…come off later?” You muttered with a blush.

“As long as you don’t eat greasy food or Scott eats greasy food your safe. I used the good stuff.” Lydia chuckled softly, looking at you with a reassuring smile.

“Might come off if you suck hi-”

“OKAAAAAY THEN!” Stiles screamed, interrupting Erica’s comment.

You snorted before walking out the room, your heart racing a thousand miles a minute but as soon as you got to the top of the stairs and saw Scott you breathing stopped. Scott glanced up at you obviously sensing your presence however when he did he began choking on thin air. The other pack members rush out at Scott’s reactions and glanced up the stairs. Some members gaped at you, however, the first to speak up was Ethan.

“I may have just turn undeniably straight.” Earning him a very loud growl from Scott.

“I can’t say I don’t agree.” Mason chuckled this time causing Scott to huff angrily.

You walked down the stairs silently, a blush painting your cheek but you hoped the makeup would cover it. Scott was dress in his Biker leather jacket, tight black suit pants and a crimson red shirt that was tucked into his pants, his shirt had a few buttons undone causing you to swallow.

“I hope you’ve got a jacket it’s not exactly warm out.” Scott asked carefully, with a slight concerned frown.

“I’m more concerned about the fact she has to get on a bike in that thing.” Derek snorted, causing your eyes to widen as you shot a look at Lydia who was standing at the top of the stairs.

“Uncle Peter?” You muttered with fake innocence. Everyone immediately began to laugh or choking.

“No, you cannot borrow my Chevy.” He huffed as he continued reading his paper.

“What about the Mustang.” You whined childishly.

“No.”

“What about the Ferrari’?!” You huffed, slowly losing your patience.

“You mean my LaFerrari’ Spider?” Peter gaped as if I’d totally gone crazy.

“It matches my shoes?” You muttered the excuse like it was the most reasonable excuse in the world.

“Ask Derek he has a car too.”

“Dere-”

“HELL NO! If you think I’m letting you borrow my brand new Camaro think again!” Derek screamed before you could even ask.

“FINE! BUT WHEN I HAVE ALL OF BEACON HILLS TALK ABOUT WHAT COLOUR MY UNDIES ARE IT’S GONNA BE ALL YOUR FAULT! WHEN MY REPUTATION AS A LADY IS FUCKED IT’S YOUR FAULT!” You screamed angrily making everyone’s eyes pop out there skull.

“If I let you borrow my Ferrari will you shut up and leave?!” Peter snapped angrily.

“YES!” You yelled childishly, crossing your arms.

He stood up moving over to the key holder on the wall. His eyebrow set down in a frown as he threw the keys at you. You smiled as you ran over and hugged him.

“Thanks, Peter.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking Scott’s hand and leaving out the door without another word. You walked to the large garage, opening the door before uncovering his Ferrari. You squealed before hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Can’t I drive?” Scott whined as you reached down and took off your heels.

“No Peter leant it to me and if there even a scratch I don’t want you getting into shit. At least if it’s me who did it, I may survive his wrath.” You snorted as you passed the heels to Scott who raised an eyebrow at you in return.

“I can’t drive in heels that are bigger than me.” You responded sarcastically.

You started the car as the garage door opened. The sound of the engine sending shivers down your spine. Scott chuckled at your satisfied expression before you opened your mouth and ruined the moment.

“I think this car turns me on more than you.” You pondered earning a glare from your boyfriend. He didn’t even dare dignify that with a response, so you set off to the restaurant he’d booked a table at.

You arrived after about 10 minutes, Scott exiting the car before you. He opened your door and crouched down as he held out his hand as if asking for your foot. You grinned as he slid the shoes onto your feet. He caressed the back of your leg slightly, looking up at you with a lust filled expression which almost caused you to whimper. Instead, you decided to break it up.

“You’re the second man to ever do this for me.” You said sweetly, yet somehow knew it would piss Scott off.

“Second?” He growled moodily.

“The first was Stiles. About 5 minutes before you arrived cos I was having my hair done.” You giggled knowing he’s chuckle at this.

He took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders, before sliding his arm around your lower waist. His hands gripping your hip tightly, as you walked into the building. You had to refrain from moaning at the feeling.

“If you keep manhandling me I’m going to ask that you take me outside and screw me against a tree.” You whispered seductively but somehow managed to keep your face in a sweet smile.

“And you keep talking like that we won’t even make it outside before I bend you over.” Scott retaliated huskily.

You sat down as he pulled out your chair before pushing you in. His hands purposely brushing against the back of your neck. His rough hand causing shivers to run down your spine you looked down now noticing your nipples were apparently wanting an appearance because they were suddenly hard and extra sensitive.

You quickly slid on Scott's jacket properly, earning a questioning glance from Scott that you ignored. His hand reached over the table, holding it out quietly. You took his hand with a smile as you tried to ignore the arousal currently stirring in your stomach. You stared at Scott forearms that were bare and filled with bulging veins. He’d rolled his red shirt sleeves up to his elbows, as soon as he’d sat down which was currently causing you to squirm in your seat.

You heard Scott asked a question but you were so focused on how his arms would feel pinning you down while he drilled into you like an animal.

“Y/N!” Scott shouted, his voice finally snapping you out your daze.

“Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked into his eyes.

“Stop it.” He instructed, flash his red eyes at you.

“S-Sorry.” You whispered softly, a blush creeping up onto your face once again.

You ate dinner with mostly silence, as you both tried to avoid staring at each other too long. The tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife but either way, you ate the dinner and even had dessert. However, the taste of the cheesecake you were eating was merely a distraction, from your skin that felt like it was on fire anytime even dared to take a glance at you.

You hurriedly ate the food then set your cutlery down with shaking hands. Scott sipped his water as he observed you from across the table his eyes felt like they could burn through you as you shifted in your seat nervously.

“S-Scott?” You whispered softly, your words sounding breathless as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“T-Take me home.” You added, clutching at the hem of your dress in an attempt to ground yourself.

He quickly paid the bill before standing, grabbing your hand tightly as he dragged you out the restaurant without uttering a word. He put you in the passenger seat before making his way to the driver’s seat.

You didn’t dare tell him you should drive because right now you were unsure of whether you’d be able to get either of you or the car home safely. He started the car and sped home faster than you’d ever seen him drive, even on his bike.

When he parked the car he got out and made it to your side however instead of grabbing your hand he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a squeal as he did so before he stormed into the house quietly. He stopped at the stairs and stared at the pack that was sat in the living area.

“Don’t come into my room for the next 24 hours unless someone’s dying.” He growled before storming up the stairs. You let out a rather girlish ‘eep’ at the implication you wouldn’t emerge from the bedroom until tomorrow evening.

He burst into his room, kicking the door closed before throwing you on the bed. He stopped at the end of the bed and looked down at you, his eyes glowing the same red as your shoes which he slowly slipped off your feet before gripping your calves tightly, causing you to whimper.

“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”

Part 5 <- -> Part 7

#scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x you #scott x you #scott x reader #reader #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fluff #imagine #reader insert #fluff #mccall pack

82 notes · View notes

imaginefan · 1 year

Text

True Mate *Part 4*

Scott McCall X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 553

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do a part four of scott mcall x dhampir reader where scott proposes to her and klaus ruins her wedding

*Part 3*

The wedding was supposed to be small, after introducing your brother to everyone else he began to settle in town while you started to make preparations for your wedding, with your father dealing with the Mikaelsons you hadn’t expected them to make an appearance, you had however asked your father to be at the wedding so it shouldn’t have surprised you when you heard his voice half way through the ceremony.

“This is nice, small, though you would have wanted something bigger. I remember that you used to live in a castle.” He muttered as he walked into the small gathering, the pack, your father and your brother were the only ones that were here, so most people could protect themselves, the only people that you were concerned about were Stiles, Melissa, Noah and of course your baby girl but your brother was holding her, you knew that he’d keep her safe. There was a silver flash before it pressed against Klaus’ throat, it was Adrian’s sword. It had been a while since you had seen that sword, the weapon that your mother had given him. “I’ve cut down worse beasts than you, leave before we’re forced to do something you will regret.” He warned as he walked over to hand you little girl to her grandmother. “You started this fight.” Klaus smirked, “I intend to finish it.” “Now little sister, it has been a long while since we fought together.” Adrian said as the sword came back and rested in his hand. “It has been a while brother, you smiled waving your hand, your dress seemingly disappearing and replaced with some clothes more accustomed to fighting, you both stood in the aisle. “One more thing, you left this with me.” Adrian smiled as he passed you your set of throwing knives, you had forgotten all about them but it felt so natural when you called them to your side with your magic it felt like old times. You easily controlled the knives digging into the floor stopping Klaus from getting behind Adrian as he slashed as the Hybrids body, before long your brother had overpowered him and his attitude had changed dramatically as he became more defensive. “Klaus, if you leave now I promise you no harm with come to any member of your family by anyone in this room, not my father, my brother, my husband or my daughter.” You said “you have my word.” And while Klaus never usually trusted people, he did know you and he remembered your belief in the importance of your word and he assumed that it came from your father. “Will you leave my daughter to have a normal life?” He asked. “As normal as being your daughter will allow.” You nodded, he grit his teeth. That was the reason that you were there after all. He didn’t say anything when he turned away, you stopped Adrian from following him. “He’ll leave us alone.” You said. “And if he doesn’t?” Adrian asked. “Then you can kill whoever you want.” You answered. “You know I always forget you're from a homicidal family.” Stiles muttered as the atmosphere started to relax. “Should we finish this whole wedding thing?” You suggested as Scott smiled at you, putting his hand out to you. “I would love that.” He said.

*Part 5*

Requests and general question!

#teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #scott mccall one shot #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

24 notes · View notes

topazy · 2 years

Text

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: None

Chapter: 5.09

Liam leaves your side and storms towards his alpha, “What do you mean no?”

“Liam, look at her,” Scott says quietly. “She’s too weak. It will kill her. Plus, we don’t know what attacked her; it could be something that’s already started to turn her.”

Your attention is drawn to Theo, who starts cleaning some of the sweat off your forehead, “I’ve got a confession to make. I found out who your biological dad was, which was pretty easy considering how hard your mom tried to hide the truth from you.”

You give him a pleading look with your eyes, mentally begging him to somehow end this. “You were right, btw. The name you scored off your list was in fact your dad's name.”

No.

“You promised!” Liam yells. “You promised me you’d do everything you could.”

“Which is why I’m not going to do something I think is going to kill her. There has to be…” Scott begins to gasp for breath. “There has to be…”

Theo winks at you before putting on a concerned voice and giving Scott his inhaler. “Guys,” he says, squeezing your hand. “We need to do something, otherwise she’s not going to make it.”

—

You awake with a burning pain shooting through your body. You feel as if your heart and head are about to explode at the same time. The inside of your ears start to hurt when multiple alarms start to go off at once.

“She is awake! She’s awake! Mason, go get Liam now!”

You open your eyes to see Melissa McCall standing over you, adjusting one of the IV drips. She smiles at you brightly, “It's working. You just need to keep fighting, okay?” When you try to speak, she frowns and says, “No, no, honey, you've got to save your strength.”

“He's…” Your voice comes out extremely hoarse and crackly. “Is..." in…”, you start to gasp for breath.

“Shh, shh, please don't say anything else.”

You ignore her instructions and continue trying to talk. “Theo... Scott... danger!”

She leans in closer to you, looking alarmed at hearing the word danger right after her son's name. “He's... he's…” Tears spill from your eyes as the pain becomes more intense, but you refuse to give up trying to warn her. “He... he...He’s going to kill Scott.”

Melissa drops whatever’s in her hands and runs from the room. Seconds later, everything goes black.

—

Your eyes flutter open and the first thing you spot is a figure slouched in a chair with her head resting near your feet. You can only see the back of them, but you already know who it is.

“Derek?”

He slowly sits up and turns to face you. He looks petrified and exhausted, “y/n…”

“Lulana, I don’t like being called that. Kate was the only one who ever really called me by my first name.”

An uneasy feeling settled in your chest. Why did he come? And was he really your dad?

You try to clear your throat but end up coughing instead. Derek picks up the cup of water from the table and brings it to your lips. You take a drink from it before continuing. “Uh thanks, are you?”

He answers before you have the chance to finish the questions. “They ran a DNA test, and it’s a match.”

Your mind feels as if it’s going into overdrive. Derek Hale was your real father, but the man who raised you as his own was recently killed by your mom. That, paired with all the other shit that was going on, would give anyone a headache.

“Why did you come?”

He sits down on the foot of the bed, “Scott called me.”

“He’s alive?”

Derek nods. Tears of relief fall from the corner of your eyes.

“I didn’t know.” His voice was so low it was hardly audible. “I never knew Kate had a daughter until I saw you that day in Mexico.”

“Believe it or not, I’d made a list of all the potential fathers and removed your name from it because I didn’t actually think Kate would go anywhere near a werewolf.”

“I know. Stiles showed me the list in his room.”

“He just showed you his crime board?”

He shrugs, “I might have twisted his arm a bit.”

You had no idea if he was joking or not. Stiles referred to Derek as a ‘sour wolf,’ and he was very aggressive. You wondered if he’d always been like that or if what Kate did made him that way. hybrid. Theo’s voice echoed in your ears, and you knew what he meant. You were a Hale and an Argent.The thought of coming from a proud family of hunters amused you, and you let out a small laugh thinking about it.

“What’s so funny?” Derek asks, confused.

“The Argent family really is one big joke. Our name literally means silver, but yet we can’t stay away from werewolves.”

He stared at you blankly, “Your boyfriend has been waiting outside for days. He hardly ever leaves.”

“Days? How long was I out for?”

“Three days. Chris was here but he needed to leave. He said it was urgent and that he would be back with help.”

You sigh, “is Liam outside now?”

“No, but your other friends are,” he answers bluntly. “Do you want me to get them?”

“How long are you staying for?”

“However long you want me here for.”

The Calavera Kate, Hunters.

A sinking realization presses on your gut, “I don’t want you putting your life in danger by staying here.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, “I’m not the priority anymore.”

The moment he opens the door and gives a nod for the others to come in, Stiles practically shoves him out of the way to get to you. Derek lets out a low growl, clearly irritated when Stiles pulls in for a tight hug.

"Seriously? Are we doing the overprotective dad act already?” Stiles asks sarcastically.

Not finding him funny anymore, you hit him in the arm lightly. Your eyes light up when Mason walks into the room carrying a tray of food for you. “I knew you'd be hungry,” he says as he places the tray on the table beside you. “You had us so scared, Lu, I honestly thought you were a goner.”

Your eyes continually shift between your two friends, Derek and the doorway, as they explain that Theo had been working for the dreadful doctors. It surprised you how natural it felt having Derek, occasionally chiming in. They fill you in on Hayden dying and coming back to life, but each time you ask where Liam was during all that time, they avoid the questions or change the subject.

“Where’s Liam?” You ask.

“He’s coming by later,” Mason says, faking a smile. “I called him. He was so excited that you were finally awake; he almost cried.”

You look between your friends and notice how shifty they have suddenly become. “What aren’t you guys telling me?”

Stiles looks hesitant, “he’s coming later because…”

“He’s coming later because he can’t be around Scott at the moment,” Derek says interrupting.

“Yip, thanks for that,” Stiles says, giving him a thumbs up. “Now your answer is going to lead to more questions that we can’t answer.”

You become irritated quickly as they go back and forth on how much they should tell you. Suddenly, the door swings open and Liam runs over to you. He hugs you tightly. “I’m so sorry, Lulana,” he sobs. “I had no idea Theo was the one who attacked you. I trusted the wrong person and almost got you killed.”

You can see the rage of emotions on Derek's face, and notice the daggers Stiles is giving your boyfriend as well.

You cup the side of his face, “we all fell for his act.”

“You didn’t,” Stiles chimes in. “You warned me about him. “You figured it out before the rest of us." He stands up from the chair he’s in, “I need to get going. Scott and I are going to Mexico.” He motions for Mason to follow him and taps Derek on the shoulder, “Let’s give them a moment to talk.”

Reluctantly, Derek stands and glares directly at your boyfriend, who is shaking with nerves beside you. “I will be right outside.”

He slams the door shut behind him. You brush it off and look at Liam, “Where have you been?”

He avoids your gaze, “I went for a walk because Scott was here. He doesn’t want to be around me right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I... I tried to kill him.”

#teen wolf #liam dunbar x reader #Liam Dunbar x you #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf x reader #Liam Dunbar #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mason hewitt #theo reaken #hunted #Liam Dunbar/oc #Liam Dunbar/reader #Liam Dunbar/you

146 notes · View notes

headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

Text

Cold and empty (2/2)

Warning: More Angst, but also the promised fluff. Also one (1) corny joke that is not at all funny Wordcount: ~2k Summary: Now that the world knows about your biggest secret you fret that the life you knew will now change forever. Is there any way left to fix things?

Part 1 When you woke up, you were alone. What greeted you when you opened your eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital room that you quickly identified. The memories of what happened flooded your mind and your hand immediately wandered towards your stomach. You felt the rough material of the gauze wrapped around you and you expected a sharp pain to shoot through you. Nothing. You frowned when you noticed that your whole body was numb and you felt slightly out of touch with your body and your mind. What was going on? you asked yourself and looked around the room. The door to the hospital floor was closed and the window beside it was hidden behind the blinds, and the room itself was completely empty except the medical machinery and the lone chair beside the bed you laid on. Then your gaze landed on the window that was on the opposite side of the room. The first sunrays of the day shone through it and coloured the sky in the astonishing colours of dawn. How long have you been out? was the first question that filled the foggy space that was your mind. You had no sense of time at that moment. You closed your eyes to clear some of the confusion and daze you were in when you realized the extent of the situation. There had been police In your house, the pack had been at your house... There was no way they wouldn't know about your situation now. What now? The authorities now knew that you were a minor without any guardian. You were surely done for. Should you just leave, try to run away, make your own way. The thought had your heartbeat quickening in nervousness and fright. Leaving your pack? The people you loved and who loved you? Being completely on your own? Before you could make any sense of the thousands of thoughts that started to fly around in your head the door opened and Melissa came rushing inside, stopping at your side and taking your hand in her. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Everything is fine, don't be scared. I know you're confused," she calmingly muttered to you while stroking her thumb over the back of your hand. Slowly, but surely your heartbeat calmed down. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked, carefully looking at you from where she kneeled beside you. "Y-yes," you weakly crooked out, only now realizing how vulnerable your voice was and how hard it was to speak. "That's good," she mumbled while standing up again and looking at the machinery surrounding you, "You really frightened us all big time. You were in the operation room for almost 12 hours. The bullet pierced through your stomach so we were all quite worried about if you would make it, but it's all okay now. You'll be in pain for a while, right now you're still full off pain killers so you won't feel much anyway, but as soon as that wears off, you'll be quite uncomfortable." You absentmindedly listened to her and nodded your head, your gaze now fixed on a spot at the wall behind her. "In fact, there are quite a few people waiting for you out there," she nodded at the door and smiled. You immediately looked at her. "Why do you look so confused, did you think they'd just leave you here alone? Oh no, they've been bugging me and the other nurses and doctors for hours about seeing you and nothing could get them to leave," she chuckled lightly before looking serious again, "do you think you're in a condition to see anyone?"

The entire group of well over ten people (including peter) were sitting, standing and lying in the waiting area on your floor, all of them anxious and worried. Melissa had already told them that you'd make it and that you were stable, but only minutes later she had rushed over to your room, making them even more worried than they had been before. After they had left, Scott and his entourage of angry, straight out furious, wolves/coyotes/chimeras followed the all too apparent scent of the man who had done that to you. It had taken only minutes for them to find him driving away from the city, the speed of his car nothing against the raging pace of your friends. They crashed his car and dragged him to the police station, Scott having his hands full with keeping his betas from ripping him apart (even though he couldn't deny that he wanted to do it himself too). After, they immediately joined Derek, Stiles, Lydia and (to their surprise) Peter in the hospital who updated them on your current condition and the status of your surgery. And then they waited. Except for the occasional toilet-, coffee-, or snack-run, they stayed where they were now and anxiously sat there, with worry painted on their faces. Finally, Melissa came back, looking calm enough for the pack to slightly calm down. "Is she-" "Yes, she's okay," answered Melissa the question of her Son before he could finish it and carefully gave him a smile. "She's awake and I had a quick talk with her and explained the situation-" she started but was almost immediately interrupted by Liam. "Can we see her?" Melissa sighed but kept her calm. "She told me she is okay with visitors, but at the moment I think we shouldn't overdo it. Three people at most and only for a few minutes. The pack shared looks while they silently contemplated who would be the first group who would be able to see you. The eyes quickly landed on Derek who had nervously been pacing through the space between the chairs for hours and clearly was still shaken by seeing you like that and having to sit beside you while he couldn't do anything to help you except making the pain a bit more bearable. "Derek and I will go," Scott stated, using his Alpha-status for his advantage, "and I think Lydia should come as well, she's her best friend after all." A few growls could be heard throughout the group, but no-one disagreed, leaving Lydia, Scott and Derek to follow Melissa to the room at the end of the hall which they knew belonged to you.

Standing in front of it, Derek's hand laid on the door handle, halting for a moment. He was mentally preparing for what could wait behind it, the shock of almost losing you still sitting deep, but when he felt Scott's eyes in his back he took a deep breath and opened the door. There you laid, your gaze was fixed on the window, but when you heard the steps, you looked up to the small group that had entered. When you saw Derek your eyes lit up with happiness and excitement like they always did, and it made Derek almost think that everything was okay, but then your face fell and your eyes avoided looking at your friends. For a minute the room was filled with silence when no one knew what to do or to say. It was Lydia who managed to ease the tension a bit when she walked over to your bed and sat down on the lone chair and took your hand. "Hey," she said, smiling when you finally looked at her. "Hey," you chuckled and intertwined your fingers with her. "How are you feeling?" "I feel like someone shot me," you giggled slightly, hoping that your bad joke would somehow ease the mood, but all you received were stares of horror. "Come on guys, I just almost died, can you at least laugh at my terrible jokes? I mean you won't be hearing a lot of them after that," you whispered the last part, forgetting for a moment that you were- in fact- in a room with two werewolves who basically had superhearing. "What do you mean?" Scott came forward, now standing beside your bed on the opposite side of where Lydia sat. You flinched a bit but sighed defeated. "Don't play dumb... you've seen my house," you tried to shrug, but the first sign of the pain-killers wearing off made you still your movements. "So it's true? Your aunt is gone?" "Yes. Has been for almost a year now. I mean we weren't exactly close so... I was fine. I managed," your tone was laced with defence and you averted your eyes again. "But the Sheriff said that your accounts-" "I had that all calculated okay... I had a plan. I mean sure, my life wouldn't exactly have been the dream of a teenage girl, but I would have ensured that I had another year or so with you guys and now..." your voice wavered and a sob shook your body, a warning about the emotional storm that was about to follow for you. You soon realized that crying after being shot in the stomach wasn't exactly a pleasurable experience and you had trouble trying to hide the excruciating pain that filled you with ever sob. Suddenly it stopped. It felt like all your pain wandered away from your body through the hand that wasn't held by Lydia and you looked down to find a big, rough hand grab it. You followed the black veins that were wandering his arm up and found Derek looking at you with sad, worried eyes. You wanted to say something, anything, but before you could, Lydia interrupted you and you had to tear your eyes away from Dereks. "Why would anything change now?" her voice seemed genuinely clueless and you had to hold back a sigh. "I'm a minor without a guardian who lied to the government for the last year. I can hope that the whole 'faking signatures' thing doesn't end me in jail or in any other legal trouble, but-" "Noah will never let that happen! And if it comes to the worst-case scenario, I'll even call my dad so that he pulls some strings," interrupted Scott frantically, not waiting for what was to follow. "I don't doubt that," you smiled and shrugged a bit, "but... still. They still have to report that my aunt is dead and that I'm alone with the CPS. And then, I'll have to enter the fun roller coaster of the foster care system for teenagers. Yay me!" You saw that Scott wanted to interrupt again but you continued talking before he could. "And even if not, what then. The American health care system is shit if I even get to keep the money that's still in my aunts accounts, then it's gone after I paid the bills for this," I nodded towards my new wound, both my hands still occupied. "So yeah, my only options are pitch, sulphur or wolfsbane..." "No," blurted Derek who hasn't said anything since he entered the room. "What?" you asked and looked at him confused. "None of this is going to happen. You're neither going to end in jail, in foster care or on the street." "What! How?" "I'll adopt you!" he exclaimed with complete confidence and nodded his head. Silence. You looked up at him with wide eyes. Hope started to fill your heart, but then your sense of reality returned. "It's not funny to joke about something like that," you muttered and tried to let go of his hand, but he just gripped on tighter which would've hurt you if he wasn't still taking your pain away. "I'm not joking Y/N/N." Derek's voice was softer than Scott or Lydia had ever heard and he used the nickname he was so adamant about keeping a secret from the rest off the pack. "Are you sure? I mean if you want a child, then it surely would be better to get a younger one. I'm only a few years away from becoming 18 and-" "I don't necessarily want a child. I already have someone who's like a daughter to me." His eyes were fixed onto you and for a moment you forgot that there was anyone else besides the two of you in this building. At that moment you felt that you could trust Derek's word, that you could trust the hope it installed in you.

210 notes · View notes

bonniebird · 3 years

Photo

Scott x McCall!Reader

Requested by Anon

Masterpost

Support me on Ko-fi

Make a request

Part One

Part Two

Stiles nibbled at his fingers. Scott was sitting beside him, having burst into the sheriff’s office as soon as Stiles had gotten back. Scott had hoped that they’d managed to stop you and get you out of the strangers car. But that hadn’t happened.

Now nearly everyone was gathered around in the reception of the Sheriff's office as a plan was set into place. Stiles just wants to get up and move. It had been so long since you’d gone. Who had you been in the car with. What were you doing with them. Why had they even taken you in?

“Ok, listen up. We know what the car looks like. I’ve got the description over to Derek. He’s finding pictures of cars that might match. He’ll be bringing those to me and Stiles. Once we know what car to look for we check every security camera in town. They have (Y/N) and they drove right through town.” The Sheriff snapped. Melissa was sitting in his office with Lydia while Parrish refreshed the tip line website in front of him, in case anyone reported you.

It took Derek half an hour to put his list together. But it took Stiles less than two minutes to spot the right car. He stabbed his finger at the picture and looked up at Derek. “It’s a Chevrolet. I think an Impala it’s an old car so I’d have to double check with Peter. He wasn’t exactly helpful.” Derek muttered as he scribbled down the name of the car and started leaving.

“That’s it?” Stiles asked and Derek nodded.

“You have the picture of the car. That’s all you need for the security cameras right? If you want to actually find the car, you’re going to need more information about it.” Derek pointed out.

“That’s great. We’ll get started. If you get the information to Parrish he can put out an APB on the car.” The Sheriff said quickly. Derek nodded and hurried off.

“So now what?” Melissa asked.

“We gather all of the video camera footage and see if we can find that car, how (Y/N) got out of town and who she’s with.”

Melissa sighed as she nodded, looking up at her friend who had put as much work into finding her daughter as she imagined he would if it was Stiles.

“We should have tried better.” Melissa muttered to herself.

*****************************

An alert sound made Sam hurry to look at his phone. Then he fumbled around for his laptop. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror. You were still asleep. He glanced at his brother then back at the road when Sam let out a shaky sigh.

“You were right.” Sam muttered.

“About what?”

“Her. They finally filed a missing persons report. I got an alert.”

“You sure it’s her?” Dean asked as he glanced at you again. He’d tossed one of his spare jackets for you to use as a blanket and your head had slumped to the side, gently rattling against the Impala's window.

“Uhm… yeah. Picture looks like her. Maybe an old one? Her last name is McCall.” Sam said as he scrolled through.

“Anything in the family? How come they didn’t notice she was gone for this long?” Dean pressed. Sam started typing and they sat in silence for a while. The rain pattered gently on the windows and Dean started to hum to himself.

“The Mom is a nurse… the dad. Is split from the family and living somewhere else. He seems to be FBI.” Sam started and scrolled through. Another few minutes when by and Sam scoffed. “So get this. Her brother was flunking out of the Lacrosse team. Around the same time that there was a random series of wolf attacks, her brother improved, overnight according to his coach. Now he has several scholarships for college. Not only that. But there isn’t an updated picture for him, despite that fact that he’s captain of the team and won multiple seasons.”

“Well we know the kid isn’t a werewolf we checked. You think the brother is?” Dean asked.

“She said that his group doesn’t have time for him, they throw parties once a month and her Mom just forgets about her… I mean. What if the Mom knows about the werewolf thing.” Sam listed off and Dean tutted his tongue against his teeth.

“Think they’re putting all their time and effort into a pack of wolves and the kid what? Didn’t want to join?” Dean asked quickly.

“No. They wouldn’t let me help them. Or listen when I know what is going on. Or remember my birthday. As long as it’s to do with Scott. It’s the most important thing in the world.” You said sharply. You unbuckled yourself and opened the door beside you. Forcing Dean to break. You grabbed your bag and started walking.

“Hey! Kid. Hey!” Dean yelled as he sighed and hurried out of the car. “You can’t just walk off you don’t…”

“Don’t know what’s out here? Werewolves, vampires, witches. Hunters that annihilate whole peaceful supernaturals families for the challenge of it. I know what’s out here.” You assured him and kept walking.

“Hey look. I’m sorry that all that happened to you ok. It really sucks. But Bobby finds out that I let you walk off in a storm he’ll have my ass. You know how much he likes you.” Dean offered. You sighed and stopped. You liked Bobby. He’d met you twice. Once when Sam and Dean found you walking along the highway, when they tested you to see if you were anything but human. The second he’d found it you'd missed your birthday and had bought you an icecream cake and stuck some sad looking balloons to the front door. You’d loved it.

“So what, you’ll just make me go back.” You huffed as Sam hurried out in the rain to join the two of you.

“Well. No. Actually. We don’t have to send you back.”Sam pointed out. “Well legally. You can stay if you want and there isn’t much anyone can do to get you to go back. Also, from the hunting side of things. It’s not great if word gets out that we sent you home with a wendigo issue there, as well as three werewolf packs in one town. I know Ellen at least would kick your ass.”

“Yeah. Ellen and Jo would worry!” Dean added. Sam frowned at him and he shrugged.

“It really took them two weeks to put out a missing persons report.” You mumbled. Dean cleared his throat and moved to give you a hug. Sam chuckled when you objected but gave in.

“You know I think that urm, Garth is swinging by Bobby’s. We finished the case early so we could go?” Sam offered. Dean pulled a face as the three of you walked back to the car.

“Sure. I haven’t seen Garth for ages. Think Bobby is still mad at him for bringing me to him?” You asked and Dean grinned.

“Nah. Bobby wouldn’t be without you. Let’s get back. I’m pretty sure that part for your bike should be there by now.” Dean said cheerfully.

************************

“Wow.” Sam whispered when the two of you followed Dean inside. Dishes had piled up on the side. A wobbly piled of plastic containers from take out and microwave meals sat next to the overflowing bin.

“Hey Bobby!” Dean yelled gruffly. Bobby’s voice was coming from the back room where his desk and books were. You looked at Sam who raised his eyebrows and shrugged, following Dean through the house, dumping your bags on the way.

“Now you listen here officer. I don’t give a rats ass what you think. I found that girl with a busted up bike and not a dime in her pocket.” Bobby snapped as he moved through the house. He looked irritated and sounded more annoyed than you had ever heard him.

“Is Bobby… going to get arrested or something?” You asked and Sam frowned.

“You… chose to come here. We looked after you so. No, I don’t think so.” Sam answered quickly. You sat with Sam at the dining room table while Dean trailed after Bobby who was pacing the house.

“Well I don’t care much for Sheriff Stilnski.” Bobby said quickly.

“You’re not the first hunter to say that. Although you're the first, not evil hunter to say it.” You said, trying to raise the vibe of the room.

“So what’s going on.”

“Well they want to know where (Y/N) is and I told them that it isn’t up to me. It’s up to (Y/N). Which was when he lost his temper and threatened to say I’d kidnapped (Y/N).” Bobby explained gruffly. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat. “Well. I told them I think it’s damn near neglectful to have a missing kid out here in a world with werewolves running loose and not report them missing for almost two months. If (Y/N) was mine I would have everybody looking, hell call up the devil and make a deal. Pointed out that you were lucky we found you and not some vamp or one of the nastier hunters. Shut him up real fast.” Bobby finished. You were gawking a little at Bobby and Dean leaned over to pop your mouth shut.

“You probably made them real mad Bobby.” You mumbled.

“And I care? Damn well cruel to have a favourite kid. These two idjits have been to hell and back, doesn't mean I get to play favourites.” Bobby said as he sipped his coffee, pulled a face as he realised it was cold and headed into the kitchen.

“You guys have been to hell?” You asked and they both nodded.

“So what’re you going to do?” Dean asked Bobby as he came back into the room.

“Well no doubt now they’re on Garth’s trail and they found me, they’ll be here at some point. You’re eighteen in less than ten months. Unless they’re breaking in here with some giant monster, you’re going where you want to go. And only there.” Bobby said firmly.

“Don’t knock it Bobby. Peter Hale is almost as big as Sam… kind of… when he’s the crazy giant wolf thing. I think.” You said and Sam laughed.

“Great observation skills, for a hunter.” He teased.

“Hey! You’re the one that got thrown at me by a ghost. How’d you miss that one?” You said back and started showing off the bump on your forehead from the moment the ghost had launched Sam at you.

“She’s got a point Sammy.” Dean said quickly, chuckling when Sam threw up his hands.

“You were yelling at me!”

“Because there was a ghost behind you! You could have squashed me, you’re huge.”

“I am not that big!” Sam objected.

“When you’re landing on my head you are!” You complained and laughed as Sam rolled his eyes while you pulled off the bandage that Dean had made from an old shirt. Bobby looked and played along, teasing Sam, even though it was a bruise that would be gone in a few days.

“Want to come with and get dinner? We could grab a movie.” Dean offered and you nodded.

“Sure but I’m picking the snacks, you’re total garbage at picking snacks.” You said as you grabbed at your bags, running them up to the spare room Bobby had cleared for you when you were there.

“Garbage! You weren’t saying that when we had marshmallow pizza yesterday.”

“Marshmallow pizza! Dean!” Sam said through a laugh, pulling a face at his brother.

“Look Sam, it’s not our fault you have bad taste.” You said as you rushed back down, shoving your jacket on as you rushed Dean along to the car. Bobby chuckled as he watched the two of you rush out.

“You know they’re just coming back with junk food?” Sam said as he declined the invitation to go with you both.

“Better than nothing. Think you could help me look through some books while they’re gone?”

“Yeah sure.” Sam asked as Bobby handed him an old journal. “Argent?”

“An old hunting buddy. Nasty piece of work. But his family had problems with some of the wolves that were living in (Y/N)’s hometown during the civil war. Figured it’d be a good idea to know what’s coming at us.” Bobby said quickly. Sam stared at the book for a moment before sighing and opening it.

#scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #bonniebird #teen wolf #supernatural

725 notes · View notes

promenadewithme · 3 years

Text

First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

Support Me on Ko-Fi - if you’re feeling generous 💕

Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

#Anastasia's 50 followers celebration #bridgerton x reader #my writing #greys anatomy x reader #marvel x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #teen wolf x reader #tvd x reader #thg x reader #pride and prejudice x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter x reader #grishaverse x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you

132 notes · View notes

princesskittycatofmeowland · 2 years

Text

TEEN WOLF REWRITE

CHAPTER FIVE: THE TELL (Part 3)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)

Word Count: 1649

Warning: minor panic attack

Posted on: 1/5/22

"Scott, you need to call me right now." Melissa said angrily from beside me, talking to her phone at Scott—or rather Scott's voicemail.

"Don't worry, Melissa. I'm sure your son just decided to skip school, is all" I said not-so-comfortingly... In my dad's voice. Melissa gave me—or rather my father—a burning glare made for the occupants of the seventh circle of hell, and despite how my dad towers over her, I felt his fear of the tiny woman like they were my own. My dad diverted his gaze from Melissa's, taking out a granola bar from his white coat pocket to eat. He was wearing a winter coat over that, as well, to protect him from the cold.

It was like I was a spectator watching from my father's eyes. I felt his emotions, but other than that, nothing else. I couldn't move his hands, nor feel him eating or tasting his granola bar.

Just then, both Mr. and Mrs. Argent, talking on their phones, caught my dad and Melissa's attention.

"Allison, answering your cell phone will make discussing the terms of your grounding much easier... So, call me back before your punishment reaches biblical proportions." Mr. Argent said angrily to his phone before hanging up. Just then, Mrs. Argent, whom had fallen behind him, ran up to him, touched his arm to get his attention before worriedly saying,

"Kate hasn't heard from her, either."

Melissa started walking towards them upon hearing their conversation, my dad following after her, wrapping his granola bar and putting it back in his pocket.

"She doesn't do this." Mr. Argent said to his wife just as Melissa reached them at the bottom of the front school's stairs.

"Excuse me, you're not Allison's parents, are you? I'm Scott's mom, and I hate to say it, but he's not answering his phone, either." Melissa said to them, to which the both of them, in turn, gave her silent judgmental looks whilst standing a few stair-steps above her. Not that it made them any more superior against someone like Melissa McCall.

"You're his mother?" Mr. Argent asked her, his judgement towards her no longer silent.

"Funny how you say that like it's an accusation..." Melissa said defensively, pulling out her figurative claws as she threw an unbelievable look to my dad as if to say are you hearing this?

"Well, I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride, since he basically kidnapped my daughter today." Mr. Argent said, and that's when my dad decided to step in.

"Alright, Chris. That's enough of that. I know you're worried for your daughter, and if I were you, I'd be as well with Liz. But critiquing Melissa's parenting skills or accusing her son of a crime, isn't going to help. So why don't we all just calm—"

"How do we know skipping school wasn't your daughter's idea?" Melissa said, cutting my dad off as the three of them simultaneously decided to ignore him. He sighed, and knowing there wasn't much he could do at the moment, simply leaned against the metal railing to watch the scene unfold.

"My daughter—" Mr. Argent was saying, his voice raised a pitch when he happened to glance above her head to see his daughter coming out of her car with Scott in tow. He sighed before saying in his normal tone of voice"...Is right there."

Melissa turned to look at her son before speed-walking over to him, ready to rip him a new one. My dad followed after her and I assumed Allison's parents weren't too far behind.

"Where exactly have you been?" Melissa demanded from Scott and Scott sighed, knowing he was in deep trouble before saying,

"Nowhere, Mom."

"Nowhere, meaning not school?" Melissa said, getting more and more upset and Scott shrugged his shoulders before saying,

"...Kinda..." in his most sheepish voice that didn't do anything to improve upon her mother's current mood—or desire to strangle him to death.

"It's not his fault." Allison defended, "it's my birthday, and we were—

"Allison. In the car." Mr. Argent said to his daughter, furious at her, when a high pitched scream cut through the tension in the air which was quickly followed by a commotion that caught everyone's their attention, deeming whatever topics anyone was discussing about before, insignificant.

My dad, his curiousity getting the best of him, went over to take a closer look. People were running, screaming, getting in their cars and he doesn't know why, so what does he do? He takes a closer look.

When he saw something small and fast run in between two cars, too fast for him to see, he thankfully had the common sense to run back and presumably get inside the safety of his car. He went back to where Melissa was and grabbed her arm to get her attention.

"Melissa. Go and get Scott. Get in your car." He told her sternly, in his most commanding voice that Melissa listened immediately, nodding her head before going after Scott. He looked up just in time to see Scott, a few feet away from them, save Allison just in the nick of time before she got hit by a car. Mrs. Argent ran to her daughter to see if she was okay, and Melissa went after Scott to do the same.

My dad's car was a little ways away, so he jogged as fast as he could without ramming into anyone as everyone else seemingly had no regard for other people's safety, other than their own. Just as he'd reached his car and was about to open the door, someone got hit by a car, making him stop what he was doing as he turned his head to check. He looked up and there we saw Mr. Stilinski on the ground. His Doctor instincts kicking in, he ran to check if he was okay when he heard a noise—a growl—from behind him, making him freeze. Slowly, he turned around towards the sound and there we saw a mountain lion, growling and staring him down as though he was it's last meal.

I tried telling him to run; tried screaming at him, make him do anything other than just stand there—but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything for him just as I can't make him do anything. All I can do is watch.

The mountain lion ran towards my dad and he fell on his butt trying to get away from it. I watched as the mountain lion jumped—pouncing on my dad with its jaw wide open, showcasing it's fangs dripping with saliva, ready to hurt him or worse, kill my father. The last thing I heard was the sound of a gunshot before waking up. And even after I did, I could've sworn I still heard it.

"NO!!!" I screamed, the loudest I have ever screamed as I sitting up, making Stiles jump from his seat on his bed to turn to look at me, effectively making him fall backwards on to the floor. In another situation I would've laughed, but not today. Not after what I saw. So all I did, all I could do, was cry.

"Woah. Woah, woah. Hey, hey... " Stiles said, coming over to sit next to me and pull me in his arms as I continued to cry. What's wrong? Baby, please tell me what's wrong." He begged, and through my sobs I managed to get out,

"D-dad. Call m-my dad. P-please," I said, placing a hand to my chest when I suddenly had a hard time breathing.

"O-okay. Okay, I'll do it. I'm doing it. Just calm down, okay Lizzy? Just calm down." He said, calling my dad on his phone while rubbing my back at the same time to comfort me.

"Stiles? I'm sorry but now is really not a good time—"

"Daddy!" I sobbed, crying again when I heard his voice. He sounded well and not at all in pain, which made me heave out a long sigh of relief. And I breathed easier knowing he was alive.

"Lizzy? What's wrong, honey? Why are you crying?" He asked me, his voice sounding worried on the other line. Stiles was holding his phone in front of me and I placed my hands on his, pulling his phone closer to my face so my dad could understand me better.

"The mountain lion. It got you!" I said, crying but thankfully managing not to stutter this time.

"Oh. Oh, no, sweetie, I'm fine. I'm fine. Mr. Argent, remember him? Allison's father? He-he shot the damn thing before he could get to me. Pretty good shot, too" He said jokingly, and through the phone I heard someone chuckle. Probably Mr. Argent himself.

"I didn't know you were here. Where are you, Lizzy? Are you alright?" My dad asked me.

"I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me." I said before remembering something. "I saw Mr. Stilinski got hit by a car. Did you—"

"Oh, yeah! Of course. Hold on, I'm going to call you back, okay? And I'm fine. I'm okay. I'll see you at home. I love you. Bye." He said quickly, hanging up immediately after.

"I love you, too." I said, not that he could hear me. I calmed down already and leaned myself against Stiles, my face to his neck as I let out a sigh of relief.

"Liz... What's wrong with my dad?" Stiles asked slowly, his voice steady and deep but I could practically smell the fear poring out of his skin. I pulled my head away from his neck to look at him while told him what had happened. I gave him the summarized version and filled out the rest of the details on the car ride to the hospital.

(Previous) <(Masterlist)> (Next)

——————————————

@radiant-carefree-dreamy @7thleveldown

Hi! Just message me if you want to be added to the tag list. Thanks!

Also, Feedback. Yes. Love me some of that. Tell me what I can improve upon and I will listen to all of your suggestions with an open mind ;)

13 notes · View notes

anxiousstark · 3 years

Text

S3 11 | Anchors

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | MIATCHEMBER | KO-FI

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 4442

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, car accidets, murder, death, sweating (always), etc.

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

STILES POV

Light streaks were hitting my face, making me groan. I tried to cover them with my hands, but it seemed like the light could pierce through my skin.

Softly letting my eyes open, I felt my swallow breath. I was inside a locker, and I didn't know what had happened for me to end like this. My mind rapidly went to Scott, was he alright? Did the supernatural come back? I just couldn't remember what had happened for me to end in such a situation. And what about Y/N?

I hit the door, trying to get it open. My breathing became even more accelerated as the door didn't budge. Finally, after using as much strength as I could, I freed myself from the confined space, just to notice that I was in the locker room at school. What was I doing here?

Everything was dark, and as I glanced down at my feet, I noticed that I was barefoot. Then, my eyes slowly went up. I was in my pyjamas.

Coming out of the locker room, I couldn't help but be wary, afraid to be attacked by some beast. At the end of the corridor, I saw an open door, which seemed to have light.

While going inside the room, everything seemed to be a mess. Chairs and tables were laying on the floor, in positions that weren't ordinary. But my heart beat even faster as I saw the Nemeton in the middle of the room. I slowly placed my hand on it just to be caught by branches.

I gasped, sitting down on my bed. It was just a nightmare. I was safe in the confines of my bedroom. I was safe. Everyone was safe.

"You okay?" A familiar voice asked me, and I quickly turned around. Her hand landed on my bicep, squeezing it gently. "Stiles?"

"Yeah," I tried to steady my breathing. "I was just dreaming." I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds. "I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."

"A nightmare?" I placed my hand on top of hers, not daring to look at my girlfriend as she would get worried about me.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Wait a second, Y/N." I glanced at her, noticing a big smile on her face. "What are you doing here? I dropped you home last night." I hear the crack of the door, rapidly examining it as it opened. "Hang on."

"Stiles, where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna close the door." My gaze didn't shift from the door, and for some reason, it made me feel dizzy.

"Just come to bed, baby." Not even the pet name I loved to hear made me turn around.

"No, no, I should close it." I was in a trance as I walked closer, taking small steps.

"Don't worry about it." Her voice seemed to warn me, begging me to go back to bed.

I shook my head, tasting the sweat that was now running over my lips. "What if someone comes in?"

"Like who?" She didn't move from the bed. "Just go back to sleep, Stiles." I was standing now in front of the door. "Stiles, just leave it. Please. Stiles." My left hand reached to touch the knob. "Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles." I gripped the handle, quickly turning it and opening the door. "Please. Don't, Stiles. Don't!" She was yelling so loud that my heart was breaking, but I didn't listen to her. I couldn't. "Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" I did. I walked through the darkness.

But soon, the darkness became more than one blinding light. My body shivered as the wind hit my bare arms. I was underdressed to be at the-. Where was I? Lacrosse field, why?

"Okay," My breathing became uneven. "It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles." I talked to myself. "You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles." I couldn't breathe properly, and the tears invaded me as I was terrified. I hit my head repeatedly. "Wake up, Stiles. Wake up!"

"Stiles?" I turned around, seeing Y/N again. Why was she on the lacrosse field.

"W-What are you doing here?" I wandered to her, confused by the situation. I extended my arms, cautiously, trying to make sure that it was her. I sighed in relief as she came into my arms, embracing me. Her body was shaking.

"I don't know." She swallowed, glancing around to move her gaze to me. "I was home, and then I was here." She shivered, and I quickly rubbed her bare arms.

"Okay," I tried to calm myself down. "Let's go home, okay?" I placed my hand on her lower back, encouraging her to walk with me.

"My dream was scary," She stopped walking, and I felt so broken as soon as tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Y-You were there, and you tried to kill me, Stiles." She was loudly weeping.

"It was just a nightmare, baby." I grabbed her cheeks. "I would never do that to you. I would kill whoever comes near you."

"But you did, Stiles." She moved away from my hands. "You tried to kill me!" She screamed so loud that my ears started vibrating. "You tried to kill me!" It became even louder. "So I will kill you first." She showed me her hands. She was gripping a shiny knife, and before I could do something, she repeatedly stabbed me in the chest, wickedly smirking.

I shouted as loud as I could. Hardly noticing how my dad came into the room, hugging me from behind and trying to calm me down. However, I couldn't stop screaming.

"Mmmh," My mouth was watering. My elbows resting on top of the counter as I glanced at the food Melissa was preparing. "Smells so good."

She glanced at me, smiling. "Hopefully, it tastes good too." She chuckled. "I'm not a good chef." Due to her shifts at the hospital, I had learnt that she hardly ever cooked, preferring to order food.

"Well, if it tastes as good as it smells, you will have to change your shift to cook more often." I grinned while she laughed.

"I don't think so." Shaking her head, she stirred the vegetables. "Ugh, I think Scott left the grocery bags on the living room. Can you bring them here?"

I started walking towards the living room, not taking my eyes from her. "Not surprised my dear brother is so distracted." As I heard her laugh, I decided to look to the front, not wanting to hit any furniture. But there weren't any, because I was in the middle of a field. "M-mama McCall?" I called, even though I knew she wasn't there.

Everything was dark, and the moon seemed to laugh at me. I could see its reflection on the surface of a lake. I leisurely walked towards it, confused. My eyes were focused on the water, as I thought I saw something moving inside it. Bubbles were coming up, and as I tilted my head to the side, a hand came from underwater, seizing me by the neck.

I gasped, grabbing the flaky hand with both of my hands, trying to lessen the grip around my throat. But the only thing that happened was me getting farther from the ground.

A giant monster who reminded me of the Kanima was holding me up from my neck. And as I peered down, I was at least fifteen meters away from the ground.

His enormous green eyes studied me. He opened his mouth, a repulsive smell invading all of my senses. His teeth were sharp and stained. I thought he was going to eat me alive, but he was showing me how Stiles was on his mouth, screaming for me to help him.

"This is your fault!" He was crying. "IT killed my dad, and now it's going to kill me!" His face was red, and my anxiety rose as I couldn't answer his claims. "It all started because you came to Beacon Hills! You brought the Kanima! You did i-." His words were interrupted as he was swallowed by it.

I could finally scream. "STILES! STILES!" I closed my eyes as tears ran down my cheeks. "STILES!"

Hearing my name, I turned around. I was sitting on the floor of the living room, and Melissa was looking at me with a worried expression decorating her face. "Hey, hey. What happened?" Her hands caressed my hair, and as I tried to control my breathing, I couldn't help but lean on her. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head. I wasn't okay.

"I'm okay." I stepped closer to Stiles and my brother, not feeling like offering them a smile.

"No, you're not." The hazel-eyed boy shook his head. "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" I glanced at him, bewildered.

"How'd you know?" My brother asked, attempting to control his breathing.

Overhearing steps, we saw Lydia and Allison getting closer to us. "Because it's happening to all three of you."

"Actually," Everyone glanced at me. "To the four of us." I swallowed, gaze shifting to my boyfriend. He made a sign for me to get closer to him. His arms engulfed my body. Both of us sighing in relief. "It was terrifying."

"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." The strawberry blonde girl seemed to be enjoying our terrifying expressions and the dark bags under our eyes.

"We're not crazy." Allison rolled her eyes.

Lydia turned around, glancing at us. "Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine."

"We did die and come back to life." My brother stared at us. "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

"I didn't," I added, hugging myself. "I didn't do that, so why is it happening to me too?"

I felt a hand grabbing mine, fingers intertwining. "We keep an eye on each other. Okay?" The Stilinski boy received nods as an answer. "And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

It didn't seem like the day would be easy. We had this new teacher, who made us forget about what was going on for a couple of seconds as he embarrassed his daughter, who was one of our classmates. However, Scott's eyes started to glow, and Stiles and I had to let him know.

Then, I received a message from Lydia. She told me that Allison was doing as bad as us. She had fucked up a canvas, and she had imagined it was the blood of her aunt Kate.

I walked closer to the lockers with the boys. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." My brother was trying to convince himself.

"Yeah," And my boyfriend wasn't taking it as he fought his locker. "Try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal."

"Yeah." Both of the boys got distracted. Stiles studied his locker as if he was seeing something while Scott had noticed the new girl at the end of the corridor, creepily peering at her.

"Oh shit," I bit my lower lip. Both boys quickly glanced at me, making sure that I was alright. "Your eyes are flashing."

"You mean like right now?"

"Yes, right now." Stiles nodded his head, looking around, making sure that nobody noticed. "Scott, stop. Stop it."

The other boy panted. "I can't. I can't control it." He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, keeping his head low. Stiles and I guided him towards a classroom, closing the door behind us. He took his backpack and his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. "Get back away from me." His voice was deeper than usual. "I don't know what's going to happen. Get back." His fangs were out.

I got closer to Stiles, and he didn't hesitate to step in front of me in case my brother would completely lose his mind. But he didn't. His nails stabbed the inside of his hands, blood dripping down his arms. Then, he just went back to normal.

Stiles and I stepped closer, glancing at my brother whose face was full of sweat. However, the boy still kept me behind him. "Pain makes you human." His voice wavered.

"Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too. I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake." I rested my hand on his back, rubbing circles on it. "And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up."

"What do you mean?" I asked, frightened.

He glanced at me for a couple of seconds to later look into the distance. "Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming?" My brother and I shook our heads. "You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."

"Like even now?" Scott asked.

The Hazel eyes shifted their gaze to the blackboard. "I can't read a thing."

"You know, the last time we bought one of these to her grave was stolen the same day." Stiles placed some flowers on top of his dad's desk. "Hundred bucks down the drain." I couldn't believe that people would do that. "Hey, Dad?" Mr. Stilinski was sitting on the floor, behind his desk. "Hi, what are you doing down there?"

"Working." He went back to look at all the papers that were scattered on the floor. "And hey, if somebody wants the flowers that badly, they can have them. It's the gesture."

"Hey, Dad, what is all this?"

"I've been looking over some old cases from a more illuminated perspective, if you know what I mean." I snickered, nodding my head as Stiles did the same.

The boy grabbed some files. "Strange sighting of bipedal lizard man sprinting across freeway."

"Kanima pile." Mr. Stilinski hit some other files as his son placed the folder where his dad told him.

"Mr. Stilin-." As I received a look from him, I quickly changed my words. "Noah, you're not going back through all your old cases seeing if any of them had something to do with the supernatural, are you?"

"I admit the recent opening of my eyes to the greater mysteries of the universe has got me reassessing." He sighed. "There's at least 100 cases here where I look at the details, and I can ask myself if I knew then what I know now."

We both kneeled on the ground. "Right, but are you sure you wanna go down that path?"

"Do I have a choice?" He got up. "There's one case in particular that I can't get out of my head." He passed some files to us. I got closer to my boyfriend, trying to take a better look. "Eight years ago, I was elected Sheriff of County, my first official duty was to tell a man that not only had his wife, and two kids died in a car accident, but, as best we could tell, the body of his daughter had been dragged from the wreck by coyotes."

I gasped while studying the picture of a little girl, happily smiling. "You mean dragged and eaten?"

"We didn't find the car until three days after the crash. They had driven off the road into a pretty deep ravine. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes." He seemed to be reminiscing that old case.

"So you're thinking bites and claw marks, probably a werewolf attack?"

He nodded his head at his son. "Maybe."

"But coyotes, they scavenge, right?" Stiles shook his head. "So, couldn't they have just left the bites and the slashes?"

"Absolutely." He nodded his head. "But guess what night the accident occurred on?" He pointed to the bold date on the file.

"The night of a full moon." I added, glancing at my boyfriend who was already looking at me.

"Hey, Dad." Hazel eyes glanced around the room, examining all the boxes that were scattered around. "Where are all these going?"

The Sheriff sighed, biting his lip. "Yeah, we, uh-." His eyes focused on me. "We probably need to talk about that."

The next day, all of us were nervously sitting on a table outside of the school. And as much as I wanted to enjoy the weather, I just couldn't.

"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" My brother asked without taking his eyes off the wooden table.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added, his legs bouncing up and down.

"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison spoke up.

"And can't stop dreaming about dying people blaming her?" It was the first time I blatantly spoke about my dreams. Stiles glimpsed at me, worried, and swiftly kissing my forehead.

"They're all locked up because they're insane." I snapped my gaze to Issac, grabbing one of Stiles pencils and throwing it at his forehead. He gasped, rubbing the spot where I hit him. "For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

The owner of the pencil and the person I hit with the item started to argue. "Hi. Hi, sorry." I glanced to my side. The new girl was standing there, clutching a notebook between her fingers. "I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about." We didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue. "There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called 'Bardo'. It literally means 'in-between state.' The state between life and death."

Lydia sounded mean as she spoke up. "And what do they call you?"

"Kira," My brother instantly answered. Smooth, McCall. "She's in our History class."

"So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" The strawberry blonde seemed to be a little more interested. However, her tone didn't prove the same thing.

"Either, I guess." She glanced at me, and I moved closer to Stiles so she could sit beside me. "But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities." She smiled.

"Wrathful deities?" I couldn't help and grin as Isaac repeated her last words. His chin, resting on top of his hand. "And what are those?"

"Like demons!" She was too excited about the topic while we were probably shitting our pants.

"Demons." Stiles looked around, nodding his head. "Why not?"

"Hold on," Allison decided to interrupt. "If there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?"

"Death. You die."

That same night, we decided to talk with Deaton, asking for help and explaining the situation that was suffocating us. He believed that after going underwater, we had opened a door in our minds, and we needed to close them as soon as possible because it was making us vulnerable.

I was confused and informed him that I was going through the same thing as the other three. The only difference was that I never got in one of the bathtubs. Deaton was also surprised but believed that the Kanima had opened a door in my head. A door that like the other three, I had to close.

As we were coming out of the vet clinic, a car pulled up. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Stiles glanced at his father as he rubbed my arms. He had already given me his jacket, but I was still freeing.

"I'm here because I could use some help." His gaze shifted to my brother. "Actually, your help." My brother asked why. "Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away." Stiles and I already knew about this. "If you could somehow get a lock on her scent if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue."

"But what if it was a werewolf?"

"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught."

And that is how we ended in another mess. Mr. Stilinski had driven us to the Tate household, and he planned to distract Mr. Tate while we sought for something that could help Scott pick up her scent.

My brother was sniffing some plushies, hoping they would be the lost girl's ones. "All I'm getting is some animal smell."

Stiles grabbed another plushie. "What kind of animal?" As we heard a growl, we turned around. A big dog was studying our movements as he snarled. "Hi, puppy." We didn't move a finger. "Get rid of it." My brother was puzzled. "Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the Alpha."

"I can't. I don't have control." The curly-haired boy shook his head, trying not to make drastic movements.

"Can you like, smell each other's butts and be friends?" I genuinely asked, receiving a look from both boys. Scott wanted to roll his eyes while my boyfriend agreed with me.

The dog felt intimidated, and he started barking as loud as he could. Mr. Tate screamed at him, and we were glad to be on different floors of the house. Apollo, the dog, shut up immediately, leaving us on our own.

However, Noah was kicked out of the house as Mr. Tate couldn't stand the thought of his wife and girls being murdered. He had spent eight years of his life trying to accept that they were killed in an accident.

When the four of us where far from the house, Scott had to inform the older Stilinski that he wasn't able to pick up a scent. "Why is it so important now?" My brother asked as he observed Noah driving away.

"He wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff." Stiles glanced at this friend.

"What do you mean, 'still Sheriff'?"

"That doesn't make any sense, Dad!" Scott continued screaming, and my anxiety rose, wishing for Melissa to come back home. "Who are you helping? Just get out."

"Scott."

"What? I can't believe that you'd do this to my best friend." He was spitting due to how angry he was. I decided not to interfere as a couple of minutes ago, when I tried to calm him down, he snapped at me.

"I'm not doing anything to your friend." I scoffed, receiving a look from him. "I'm doing my job."

"Your job sucks."

"Some days I can't argue that."

I heard the door opening, glancing at Melissa who was coming late from work. She sent me a confused expression, and I quickly shook my head.

"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" She placed her bag on the couch. I wandered closer to her, standing by her side as she brought me nearer her body. Screams, I couldn't stand people screaming.

Scott offered me an apologizing look but continued. "He's trying to get Stiles's dad fired."

"No. That's not true."

"What are you doing?" Mama McCall came to our rescue.

"Conducting a case for impeachment."

"That sounds a lot like getting him fired."

"The lack of resolution and ability to close cases is what's going to get him fired. My job is just to collect the information. And it's the job my superiors have given me." He attempted to defend himself.

"Beacon Hills needs Noah Stilinski as the Sheriff." I decided to interfere, mad by how he was addressing the man I appreciated with all my heart. "Tell me, Agent McCall. Did you solve EVERY case you had?" He didn't answer. "I'm sure people got in the way, conditions, information, missing hints. Sadly, not all cases in the world will end up being solved." Melissa squeezed my arm, reassuring me. "But that doesn't make someone incompetent. It makes him even more accountable because he could have given up as soon as a case got more complex, but he didn't." I took a breath. "Mr. Stilinski did, does, and will do so much for Beacon Hills. And I know you don't care about what other people may feel or say," I spat. "But Beacon Hills won't feel as safe if Noah Stilinski isn't the Sheriff."

"Scott, sweetheart. Calm down." Melissa walked closer to the boy, noticing his swallow breathes and his nails. "Come with me right now. Let it go. Just breathe and let it go." Both of them left the room, and I stayed back for a couple of seconds to glare at the sperm donor.

"Why do you stay when you don't have to but leave when you have to stay?" I asked just to receive a perplexed look. I shook my head, searching for the other two McCall's.

As I rounded the corner, I heard Melissa. "You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this." She was trying to calm Scott. "You find an anchor, right? Find your anchor."

"My anchor was Allison." His fangs were out while his eyes were flashing. "I don't have Allison anymore."

"Then be your own anchor. You can do this." I walked closer to my brother, grasping his hand and breathing calmly so he could follow my pace. "Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I swear to you is the absolute truth. You fall in love more than once. It'll happen again. And it'll be just as amazing and as extraordinary as the first time. And maybe just as painful. But it will happen again, I promise. And until then," She squeezed his arm. "Be your own anchor."

That night Scott and I went to Stiles's house, we went to the forest in search of the dead body. But we didn't find a dead body, we found an animal.

Problems seemed to invade us; the Tate case, anchors, and the fact that my father didn't even recognize me.

TAGLIST: @og-baby-ob14 - @savemypostcards - @cas-loves-pizza - @used-avocado - @mvrylee - @bilesxbilinskixlahey - @honeydoll-stark - @arieltheworldisamess - @softpeteparker - @kit-kat-katie99 - @thatsuperherosidekick - @bexbetterxthanxwords - @big-galaxy-chaos - @littlemiss-forgotten - @enchantedcruelsummer - @coldfreakeggsexpert - @merla123 - @sammypotato67 - @weirdowithnobeardo - @maggiesblogsblog - @itskindyl - @bobo-bush - @moongoddesskiana - @multifandxm353 - @irwxnhugsx - @xoprincessmel - @iclosetgeek - @andreagf956 - @niawoods - @anerroroccurrrrred - @perrytheplatypus11 - @trustfundparker - @nmriia - @steve-harringtonnn - @trustfundparker - @brithedemonspawn - @weirdowithnobeardo - @my-soul-is-the-moon - @azayamari - @poguestyle17 - @bibliophilewednesday - @10minutesofscreentime - @momentitodebruh - @drikawinchester - @perrytheplatypus11 - @my-soul-is-the-moon - @linkpk88 - @royalreadery - @sweetest-serpent01 - @teenwaywardasgardian - @sadcupofcoffee - @maliyamay - @seninjakitey -

People in bold means it doesn’t let me tag them.

204 notes · View notes

ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years

Text

The Lost Child

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3JIv6aF

by mrsstruggle

Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

*Reader was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people could see themselves in this fic.

Words: 21487, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar, Melissa McCall, Alan Deaton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent

Relationships: Derek Hale/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark/Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker/Sister!reader, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Mild Language, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Kidnapping, Attempt at Humor, Fake Character Death, Hydra (Marvel), the deadpool, Teen wolf re-write, Marvel Re-Write, Alternate Universe, AU, Possible Character Death, Mentions of Missing/Deceased Child, Werewolves, werewolf reader, Hydra experiments, Mentions of Death, Jealous Derek, Protective Derek Hale, She/her pronouns for reader, Reader Insert, Family, Friendship, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied Sexual Content, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3JIv6aF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

18 notes · View notes

chloe-skywalker · 9 months

Text

Bad Brother - Scott Mccall

Scott x fem!reader sister

Warnings: none

Word count: 582

Requested:TW imagine the reader is Scott sister and you always have your drawing book sketch book and the pack take a look at it and Scott sees ur depressing art work and forbidden love work and realises he hasn't been he best brother ever. @cokecola4211

Authors Note: Thanks for liking the Mal one so much that you requested this again but with Teen Wolf

Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist

******************************************************************

“Shoot! Y/n/n were gonna be late! Come on.” Maila shouted after seeing the time on Stiles' watch. She jumped up grabbing her bag and y/n’s wrist, pulling her along with her to the class they were gonna be late for.

“Wait-” Stiles called after them but they were already to far away to hear him. “Maila’s sure in a rush. Y/n forgot her sketchbook.”

“Shit. She’s gonna freak. I’ll make sure she gets it.” Scott picks it up. He could tell that a lot of the pages had been used up just by looking at the sides. Throughout the day he hadn’t been able to find his sister to give it back to her, but his will also broke when he couldn’t take it anymore and peaked. But what he found made him keep looking and the more he looked the more concerned he got. The more he realized he hadn't been a good brother.

Later that day after school once Y/n came home she entered their home and sat down in the kitchen where her mom was getting ready to leave for work.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” Melissa asked upon looking at her daughter and seeing her mood.

“I lost my sketch book at school.” Y/n whined as she rested her head on her folded arms. Not at all happy that anyone could just look in it.

“I’m sure you’ll find it at school tomorrow. Go to the Office tomorrow and see if they found it. “ Melissa suggested hoping that it would help. Y/n was very attached to it so she was sure her daughter was very stressed.

“Yeah.” Y/n grunted that's all she could do.

“I’ll see you and your brother tomorrow.” she told her as she walked over kissing Y/n on the head before leaving to start her long night shift.

“Bye mom.” Y/n could out as her mom shut the door.

With that Y/n decided to grab a snack and headed up stairs to her room. She was alone in there for a while doing homework before Scott came knocking on her bedroom door leaning against the door jam.

“Hey.” he said once, getting her attention. “Found this today. You left it at lunch.”

Y/n looked up and noticed he was holding her missing sketch book. “Thanks. I was worried someone took it.” She replied as she entered her room and handed it to her.

There was a moment of silence before Scott spoke. Trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. “Y/n.”

“Hmmm” Y/n hummed not looking up at him.

“I know we’ve been busy the last couple years with all the supernatural stuff-”

“You looked in it didn’t you.” Y/n cut him off, holding her sketchbook tightly to her chest.

“Yeah.” Scott nodded, admitting shamefully. “Y/n, you can talk to me. About anything and everything, at any time. You know that right?”

Y/n shrugged. “We’ve just been so busy and you’ve been dealing with Alpha stuff-”

Scott shook her head as he moved to sit on Y/n’s bed next to her. “I’ve been a terrible brother and I’m sorry. Can we promise we’ll talk more when somethings bothering us?”

Y/n smiled, it was weak but it was enough to encourage Scott. So he pulled her into him, hugging her. Something they hadn’t done in a long time it seemed.

“Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Taglist: @padawancat97

#scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall imagines #x reader #imagine #imagines #teen wolf #y/n #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x sister reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine

218 notes · View notes

maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

Text

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 10

Congratulations! You have reached the second part of my remastered Derek Hale fic. We have made it to the second “book” in the series of 3.

After Derek becomes the new alpha, things begin to change in the small town of Beacon Hills and (Y/N) is not sure if Derek is the same person she remembers.

--------------

I woke up slowly in my bed, not remembering how I got there. Did last night really happen? Slipping out of bed, I slowly made my way into the bathroom. My eyes looked normal. I opened my mouth, inspecting my teeth- they were normal too. I slowly lifted my shirt, looking over my stomach, lighting brushing my fingertips over the pink scars that followed the path that Peter’s claws took. And as my fingers passed over, the scar disappeared. I gasped, then shrieked when a hand held my shoulder.

Uncle Noah pulled his hand away, raising them both in surrender, “Woah, sorry. I thought you heard me. You okay, is there something on your stomach?” I dropped my shirt.

“Oh, no.” I lied, “I just thought there was a bug bite but it was just a mole.”

He nodded, “Right. And uh, where were you yesterday? You were gone all day, didn’t come back until early this morning.”

Memories of last night came back. Derek had laid me down to rest in the Hale house while he bit Jackson. Or at least that’s what I overheard. He must have brought me home.

“I was visiting a friend in town, and fell asleep at her place.” I looked down, my shoulders slumping. He looked so concerned, so worried. He had enough to be worried about as it is.

“I’m really sorry, Uncle Noah.” He waved and shook his head.

“It’s alright, you’re an adult. Just text me back next time.”

“Got it.”

The next week had been strange enough. I was getting used to all the things Scott had described before - better hearing, better smell, running was a breeze and the strength…It felt pretty good being able to lift up the couch to get a remote from underneath it. The only problem was making sure it dropped in time before Uncle Noah came into the room.

The only thing that disturbed me about this entire time was that I hadn’t seen Derek since he became an alpha. And I guess… What was I to expect? We weren’t dating. But what we did have was more than dating. But did he even see what we had as romantic? How embarrassing would that be if he saw everything as purely platonic. Was I not being forward enough? I thought my cheek kisses gave it away. Derek said a connection like ours could form from a mating ritual and mating meant love and I hate the fact that it’s called mating and I never want to use that term again. I’m calling it a love ritual, screw tradition.

I was breaking tradition anyway. I was a whole ass alpha who skipped the beta step. I skipped being a werewolf until now. Were my chakras not aligned until then? Was all the pain I went through over the last few months the reason that everything finally clicked. Maybe Deaton would know something? Apparently he was a druid. I would ask Derek but in all the time we spent together, I hadn’t gotten his phone number and going to his house was a bust since he usually wasn’t there. The only there was his scent and that scent trailed off into the woods and was usually washed away.

In the meantime, Stiles needed to be addressed. The night I was taken was also the night that Lydia was attacked and bitten by Peter. Stiles had a very unfortunate ride with Peter that night to tie it all together. It was easy to say we both had a rough couple days.

At Beacon Hills memorial, I eventually found him outside of Lydia’s room. He was sleeping in a hospital chair (leave it to Stiles to sleep anywhere), a get well soon balloon tied to the arm of it. I stood in front of him, watching him sleep. He also smelled like he had been covering up his body odor with body spray and it did not mix well.

“No, just like that… You first.” He mumbled in his sleep. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. McCall look over with an exasperated look.

“Please tell me you’re here to pick him up.”

I inhaled sharply and gave her an apologetic smile, “I don’t think I could get him to leave if I dragged him out of here.” She sighed, going back to sorting files in a cabinet. My attention turned to Lydia’s door where it appeared that her father had enough of his daughter too. He gave me a polite smile before it dropped at Stiles.

Mr. Martin motioned for Melissa to come over and pointed towards the sleeping teen, “He’s been here all night.”

“He’s been here all weekend.” Melissa corrected him.

“He’s just really worried about Lydia.” To give him some credit, Stiles was very caring. It's just that I’m sure the Martins didn’t want this teenage boy that wasn’t Lydia’s boyfriend outside of her room for an entire weekend.

“You’re dirty.” Stiles grinned in his sleep as a woman walked by.

“Pig.” I swatted the balloon into his face. He swatted it away and groaned as he woke up. He stood up and stretched. He opened his eyes wide, taking in the situation.

“Stiles, why don’t you go get something from the vending machine. Lydia’s gonna be fine without you outside her door for five minutes.” I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a dollar. He took it and nodded, walking like a newborn giraffe towards the vending machine.

“Is he…?” Mr. Martin pointed towards his head. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Is he what? A caring young man who has been sitting outside your daughter’s door this entire weekend to make sure whoever did this to her doesn’t come back? You would have known that he was here the whole weekend if you had been here the whole weekend. Stiles is smart, and caring, and has undiagnosed ADD, but he would never let anything hurt your daughter-” My very passionate rant was cut off by a loud crashing noise. Stiles was probably the cause. I sighed, “He is a good kid.”

We heard coughing coming from inside Lydia’s room, followed by her screaming. Her scream was loud and pierced my ears. I pressed my hands to my ears to try and block it out. Stiles came zooming in, opening the door and rushing inside followed by Mrs. McCall.

“Lydia!” Stiles called. She was nowhere to be found inside the room. Water from the shower was leaking all over the floor.

“What was that?” Melissa asked as we all looked at the shower door.

“We’re about to find out.” Stiles opened the door. The shower was still running and overflowing the tub, but no sign of the red head. Mrs. McCall turned off the shower. All of our attention was brought to the open window.

Uncle Noah, Mrs. McCall, and Mr. Martin were walking ahead of us in the corridor of the hospital. A deputy walked with Stiles and I as we tried to catch up.

“Naked?” Uncle Noah questioned, “As in nude?”

“I’m pretty sure that means the same thing but yeah. As far as we know, she left here, clothing optional.” Mrs. McCall was pretty sassy when it came down to it.

“Alright you check the whole hospital?”

“Every last corner."

"Find anything suspicious?”

Shook her head, “Nothing, she just took off.”

Dad turned to the deputy, “Alright, let’s get an APB out on a sixteen year old redhead.” The deputy nodded and left.

Dad turned back to Melissa and Mr. Martin, “Any other descriptors?”

"She’s five foot three, green eyes, fair skin, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde.“ Stiles piped in.

"Is that right?” Uncle Noah put his hands on his hips.

“Yeah.” Bad answer. Uncle Noah grabbed Stiles by the back of his neck, bring him away from Mrs. McCall and Mr. Martin. He let go of him when we were out of sight.

“What the Hell are you still doing here?”

“Um…Providing moral support..”

“A huh, and how about you provide your ass back home? Where you should be.”

“I can do that too.”

“Yeah.” Dad pushed Stiles forward and looked pointedly towards me, “You make sure he gets there.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” I followed behind Stiles. On our way out, we passed a broken bending machine.

“How the f-” He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the machine.

“Really?”

“It wouldn’t give my Reese’s.” I chuckled and shook my head.

In the parking lot, we found Scott in the passenger seat of Roscoe. Stiles, who had at some point stashed Lydia’s nightgown in his jacket, handed the cloth to Scott and I so we could get her scent.

“This is the one she was just wearing?” Stiles nodded, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt her.” Scott promised, “Not again.”

Stiles sighed, “Okay, just shove the thing in your face and find her.” We all piled into the Jeep. Stiles turned it on and shouted when we saw Allison in the headlights.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked as she came up to the passenger window, “Someone’s gonna see us.”

“I don’t care, she’s my best friend and we need to find her before they do.”

“I can find her before the cops can.”

“How about before my father does?”

“He knows?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.”

Scott turned back to us, “Search party.”

“More like a hunting party.”

“Get in.” Scott opened his door, letting Allison sit in the middle. Feeling just the slightest bit awkward, I excused myself, opting to follow them in my own vehicle.

Scott’s nose led us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to so quickly after everything had happened. The Hale house. As they walked towards the house, I grabbed the back of Stiles' coat. There was still an eerie energy, plus I could still smell Peter’s burning corpse from wherever Derek had buried it. From the air, I could tell that he wasn’t here which was incredibly frustrating since I wanted to talk to him about the fact that I was an alpha.

“It’s okay.” He reassured me, “Between you and Scott we’re plenty protected.” I blew out some air.

“Yeah, if I knew how to fight, I could be the world champion.”

“She came here?” Stiles turned back to Scott, “You’re sure?”

“This is where the scent leads.”

Stiles looked over the remains of the Hale House, “But has Lydia ever been here?”

“Not with me.” Allison and Scott walked together, slowly coming closer to the house. Her scent was here but it was faint. If she was here, she’s long gone now.

I looked towards the house, feeling a sort of pull towards it. I walked all the way to the porch, placing my palm on one of the support beams. A shot of an electric spark raced through my body, my eyes squeezing shut.

And when I opened them time had turned back six years. Flames bloomed from the cellar, little hands reaching up through the windows to the cool air outside. The sheer heat of the flames causes windows to combust. I heard the cries of children, screaming for their mothers and fathers. Screaming to find one another, screaming as the fire burned at their skins and clothes. All of them scrambling to make it out alive. Their cries for help were met by the roar of their house collapsing around them. I was inside, two parents together panicking.

“LAURA!” The father cried.

“DEREK! CORA!” The mother choked out. That’s when a beam from the ceiling fell, crushing them to the floor, burning the souls.

But the scene changed, it wasn’t the Hale house, it was mine. Mom and Dad were still inside, running upstairs to my room to search for me.

“(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!” My mom shouted, an arm over her face to try to keep the smoke out of her lungs. I never told them I left, they thought I was home asleep.

“(Y/N)! ANSWER ME!” He broke through my door, not caring that both of his arms were badly burned. From outside I could see Michael standing there, looking up into my window, watching them scramble to find me when he had already taken me. That was when the roof collapsed, sending us all down onto the main floor. My parents fell through the floor in the dining room and into the basement. Where a structural beam fell from the roof before they could even realize they fell.

“WATCH OUT!” I shouted. But they didn’t hear me, they didn’t move. They were crushed by the beam. Before I could even register that I watched the death of my parents, I yelped. Looking down at my ankles, fire seemed to dance around them like vines. I kicked them away, scrambling to stand up and make it to the door. It grabbed at my wrists and ankles trying to drag me down the hole into the basement where my parents lay. Besides me, Derek appeared. He seemed to be immune to the flames.

“Derek! Help!” I reached out to him, being pulled to my knees and dragged towards the hole.

“Are you with me or against me?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, confused and scared, “Help me! Please!” He said nothing else, only turning and walking out of the house.

“DEREK!” I screamed as I fell back.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles shook my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and stared at him. The fire was gone. I pulled my hand from the wood.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, keeping Allison close to him, “You started screaming.”

“Uh, yeah…” I shook my head, “No, I can’t be here right now. I’m going home. Let me know if you find her.” I left them all behind, using my supernatural speed to make it to my car and then driving home before Stiles could stop me.

What the hell was that? What did it mean? I witnessed the Hale fire like I had been there and then I watched my parents die. And why didn’t Derek help me? Why wouldn’t he have saved me? Saving me was his thing. Kind of. Lately, I’ve been on the pay-no-mind list in Derek’s book.

Somehow, I am a werewolf. An alpha werewolf. And if Derek didn’t care about whether I needed to see him, then I guess… I’ll be saving myself won’t I?

“Alright let’s see…” I looked over the roster for the lacrosse team. It was one of the few morning practices and getting up this morning was a nightmare. Because of well…my nightmares. I couldn’t get that vision from the Hale house out of my head. It was freaking me out.

“Isaac Lahey?” I asked, “I don’t recognize that name.”

“Yeah, he did really well at try-outs but he’s real skittish.” Finstock nodded towards the locker room. I shrugged. I saw Stiles and Scott finally made it into the locker room. I set down the roster and walked towards the door.

“Ah!” He stopped me, holding out the sleep mask. It was incredibly ugly but whatever Coach says - goes.

When I, eventually, found my way over to them blindly, Stiles told us what he had heard over police radio about Kate Argent’s grave. Someone or something had desecrated it and took her liver. And because she was still missing and possibly a werewolf, all of it was pointed towards Lydia.

“She ate the liver?” Scott asked.

Stiles scoffed, “No, I didn’t say she ate it… I just said it was missing. And, you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.” Stiles, like the love sick puppy he was, defended her honor.

“Stiles, defending her in this situation isn’t going to make her date you.” I shook my head.

"We don’t know that.” Stiles said, even though he didn’t sound entirely sure himself.

“I never ate anyone’s liver…” Scott added.

“Yeah, right. ‘Cause, when it comes to Werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control…” He paused, “Actually, wait– hold on. You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

Scott shrugged, “Allison.”

“Okay, nothing else? Seriously?’

“Nothing else mattered. But, no, that’s good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you.”

“Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson.” Stiles said grimly.

“LET’S GO!!” Coach’s voice boomed from his office, “I have an announcement. Gather round.” I made my way towards the voice to be at his side since that’s where the assistant Coach went. I heard lockers shutting and the shuffling of cleats.

“Quicker! Danny, put on a shirt. Stilinski, that means you. Let’s go, gather ‘round.” When the shuffling stopped, Coach began his meeting.

“Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. Sick girl, roaming around. Totally naked.” The team chuckled, but stopped soon after. The result of Coach’s eyes no doubt.

“Now, it’s supposed to get under forty degrees tonight, I don’t know about you but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked.” Where was he going with this?

Coach paused, “….I lost a testicle to exposure! Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl.” I looked vaguely in his direction.

“So, police are organizing a search party for tonight,” He stuck a piece of paper to the window of his office, “Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class.” The guys cheered at the thought of passing economics. I followed Finstock as he went back into his office, pulling the blindfold off.

“Really, Coach? You’re bribing them to find Lydia?”

He shrugged, "Bribe is such a strong word, I prefer forced motivation.” He leaned back in his chair, “Besides, I just told a gaggle of horny teenage boys that they will find a naked teenage girl and that they’ll get an A. It's a win-win for them.”

“That’s not-” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lahey changing into his uniform. There were dark bruises all over his back.

“Coach, have you noticed Isaac’s bruises?”

He gave me a confused look, “You do remember this is a contact sport, right?”

I shook my head, “No I mean, like if he weren’t at practice one day and the next he comes with a black eye, does that concern you?”

He shook his head, “Boys will be boys.” What an outdated concept. But something was going on with Isaac. Something terrible.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Derek’s voice rang through my head. Oh, now is when he decides to say anything to me? Some vague messages.

I must have had a strange look on my face because Coach spoke up, “You okay, (Y/N)?”

“I’m fine.”

Finstock had me stay throughout the day to help him prepare for the state championships that would be hosted at Beacon Hills. We had to make a player profile for each guy on the roster. I was about to grab Stiles' file when Coach asked me to go to the copy room and make more copies. It gave me a chance to stretch my legs and get out of the locker room that constantly smelled like BO.

I was roaming the halls, following the vague directions that Coach had given me. Two rights and a left. I had yet to turn left. This school was basically just a big circle. Around the next corner, Jackson appeared, pushing me into the lockers to get by me.

“Hey-” I started to say, but he had already gone into the men’s bathroom.

I heard a distant knocking, “I’m fine, Danny, just go back to class.” I heard him say. This werewolf hearing was something else.

“Just give me a second, okay?” No one had followed him into the bathroom.

“I said give me a friggin’ second!……Derek?” Derek was there. Oh, he could make time to visit douche nose at school but I can’t get a…mind-message…back.

“You’re lookin’ a little pale there Jackson. You feeling okay?”

“Never better.” Jackson’s voice was trembling slightly. When focusing a little more, I could feel his heart racing.

“If something’s wrong, I need to know. You’re with me now.”

“Wait, with you? Me with-” Jackson chuckled, “You? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me the bite doesn’t mean I’m part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but to be honest, you don’t show outstanding leadership qualities.”

“Is that so?” Derek sounded amused.

“Look, I’ve got my own agenda. Which doesn’t involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon, with you and McCall, OK? So why don’t you just back the f-” Jackson was cut off, a crash followed.

“What is it?” Jackson was panicking, “What’s happening?”

“Your body’s fighting the bite.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Jackson turned back, “What does it mean? What does it mean!?” The door to the bathroom opened and Derek came face to face with me.

“So, you can’t make the time of day or night for me, but you can break into a high school and see Jackson?” He opened his mouth, “And don’t blame it on being a fugitive, okay? That got blamed on Kate weeks ago and you were exonerated. What the hell?” He looked around and then grabbed my arm, pulling me into a janitor’s closet.

“You need to stay away from Isaac.” He said as soon as the door was closed.

“Excuse you, he is one of my players. If I need to look into his home life, I have an obligation to if I believe there is abuse.”

“I’m handling it.”

“Then he is being abused, now I have to go to the school board.” I pulled on the doorknob to open the door, but he kept it shut with his arm on the door.

I sighed in frustration, “Ya know, you said that after the alpha thing was over we would talk and figure… Whatever it is we have out. But you’ve been actively avoiding me. You don’t get to act pissy with me, buddy.” I poked his chest. He huffed, pressing me up against the door. He pressed his forehead against mine so our eyes met. His eyes were blazing red, so I flashed my eyes back at him.

“You forget, I’m just as strong and intimidating as you.”

“I didn’t forget.” His face softened and the red left his eyes, “I’m sorry. I should be around. Especially since you’re just starting out.” I felt the tension leave my shoulders.

“I really needed you. I’m scared that I’m going to turn on the full moon and kill Uncle Noah and Stiles because I can’t control it. You’re not supposed to go from human to alpha so quickly, there’s not time to know anything. I needed you there.”

“I know you did-”

“So where were you?” I pushed him away a little, “You said that if I called for you, you would come. I called, you didn’t show up. I looked for you in the woods for hours, trying to trace your scent but it would just disappear.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said seriously, “Hunters are flocking here for the funeral.”

“I was careful-”

“You can never be careful enough.”

I shook my head, biting my lip, “What’s going on? I keep having nightmares about the fire and you. And you scare me.”

Derek nodded, “Something’s coming. And we’re stronger as a two alpha pack.”

I looked at him for a while, the pieces fitting together, “Is that where you’ve been? Making a pack?”

“That’s not all it is.”

“Then what is it?!” I snapped, “Because I thought I was more important to you than that - keeping things from me. You told me that we could help each other after everything was figured out.”

He blew out through his nose, “Tonight, I want you to meet me in the woods by your house. I’ll explain.”

I shook my head, “Right, cause that went so well last time.”

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, he’s gone.” He reached out, hesitantly holding my hand, “I made sure he could never, ever hurt you again.”

“You did.” I lightly ghosted my thumb over his knuckles. It was insane how calming his touch was. This morning I was pissed at the thought of him, but one small touch was enough to calm my nerves.

“I was trying to be mad at you.” I pouted at him. He chuckled and smiled.

“And now?” I will say this at least. His smile was contagious. He could be charming when he wanted. I wanted him to be able to smile and laugh and be happy. I wanted… I wanted that for us, whatever “us” was.

I couldn’t help but smile at him, shaking my head, “I’m still mad, just less.” I poked his chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled my body against his.

“Is there anything I can do about that?” He ran his hands over my back, squeezing my hips lightly. I hummed, thinking for a moment.

“Why don’t you make me dinner? Romance me.”

He shrugged, “Why not?”

“Good. Just let me know when.” I winked, playfully pushing myself off his chest, walking back out into the hallway in the pursuit of the copy machine.

On the drive home, I got a call from Stiles. I answered it, putting my phone on speaker.

“Hey Stiles, how was detention?” I said cheerfully.

There was silence, “How’d you know about that?”

“Word travels in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Okay, Harris is psycho okay? Because he had to talk to my dad about Kate Argent, I get to be his punching bag now.”

“What a dick. I’m surprised he didn’t get arrested as an accessory after the fact.”

“Anyway, the reason I called is because it looks like the patriarch of the Argents has arrived. His name is Gerard, Scott says he sounds Scottish, bald, pasty, ya know.”

“Right….Okay, so I’m gonna make dinner. I’ll put some in the fridge for you and Uncle Noah. Since I know for a fact that you won’t be home in time.” I pulled into the driveway.

“Why? Where are you going? You’re supposed to help us find Lydia.”

I sighed, “I am aware. And I will, but I have a meeting tonight.” I turned off my car and took my phone off the speaker, putting it between my cheek and shoulder to hold it as I walked up and unlocked the door.

“A meeting? You mean you’re meeting with Derek?” He sounded accusatory over the phone.

“So what? I am an adult, if I want to meet with Derek, I will.”

“I would prefer that you didn’t. He’s probably the Argent’s prime focus.”

“According to their code, Derek is not on their-” I thought about it, “Well, he’s on their radar, but he’s not on their hit list.”

“Yeah well, I don’t think this new guy is like Chris. And I don’t want you to take a bullet for him.”

I got into the house and closed the door, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what? Do you have a crush on him or something? You guys gonna make a litter?”

I looked at the phone in disgust, “That was way out of line, Stiles. I don’t think I care for you talking to me like that. After all the crap I’ve done for you.”

“Like what? Treating me like a kid?”

“You’re sixteen! You are a kid! I want you to be a normal sixteen year old, but instead you’re getting kidnapped by murderous psychos and throwing Molotov cocktails at said murderous psycho. The most stressful thing you should be worrying about is an economics exam.” I leaned against the counter, “You’re one of the only people I have left. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“I can handle myself. I have for a long time.” I wanted to say that sarcasm to cope with his feelings was not handling it, but that would only make him more upset.

“Okay. I guess I’ll just stay out of your life then.” I hung up the phone as he tried to say something else. I just… had so much anger. How dare he say that? After everything we had been through together and I was the bad guy now? I stomped into the living room and grabbed a pillow from the couch, pressing it to my face and screaming into it. When I pulled my face away, I realized that in my anger I had grown claws and they had stabbed into the pillow.

“Oh…” I inspected the damage, low and behold - ten puncture marks with fluff falling out, “Shit.” I set the pillow back down on the couch and flipped it so the undamaged side was out. I looked down at my hands, the claws were still out. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Just need to calm down. Everything’s fine. He’s stressed because Lydia’s missing and possibly a werewolf. And I have been stressed this whole… year basically. When I looked down at the hands again, the claws were gone. Okay, good, getting better at that. Just need to relax and wait until I can meet with Derek.

By the time I got out into the woods, Derek was already there, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Well, look who it is.” I grinned, “Mr. Fugitive himself.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “In the flesh.”

“Hmm, you would have hated that joke a couple weeks ago.”

“I would hate it if Stiles said it.” He said. I nodded.

“That’s fair.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed, “He majorly pissed me off today.” He wrapped one arm around me and lifted my chin up to meet his eyes with his other hand.

“What he said was out of line, like you said.” I gave him a confused look, because how would he know? But then I remembered.

“Right. Connection thing. I’m sure that was a nice vision for you.” He sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head.

“Yeah…. You should probably buy new pillows.”

“Oh we got jokes now?” I chuckled, then pulled away slightly, “Alright, tell me what’s going on.” Derek broke away.

“So obviously hunter’s are everywhere, which is danger number one. The other thing is that Jackson’s body is rejecting the bite.”

“That’s possible?”

“I’m not sure, but there’s a major possibility that he’s going to die.”

I stared at the ground, scratching my head, “Alright. This is already more complicated than last time.” Derek was about to say more when we both heard it.

“You’re not Lydia��Wait!” It was far away, but I could hear it like he was next to me.

“Scott.” We both said, running as fast as we could in that direction. There was another voice besides Scott. A heavy, scratchy breathing like someone was running.

“Wait, stop!” Scott shouted as we got closer. Eventually we found him, he was about to run into a clearing where a scruffy looking man was up in a trap. A hunter’s trap. Derek grabbed Scott and pulled him behind a tree. Another scent was in the air. Gun powder, monkshood, steel. Hunters.

“What are you doing? I can help him!” Scott shouted, struggling to get out of Derek’s hold.

“They’re already here.” Derek said.

“I can help him!” He shouted again.

“Quiet!” Derek muttered. Scott looked back at me to see if I would help him. I gave him a sad look and shook my head.

Soon we saw a group of men come down from the embankment just opposite of us, walking towards the struggling werewolf who was hung upside down by his feet. Chris Argent walked forward, not phased by the werewolf snapping his fangs at him. The new face in the crowd must have been Gerard, who Stiles described pretty well. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Who are you?” Chris asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. Nothing, I swear.” The man pleaded.

You’re not from here, are you? Are you?!” He shouted.

“No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That’s all.” I looked to see the look on Derek’s face, but he was all stone.

“Look, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn’t alive in the ambulance. He wasn’t, I swear.” This guy was living off dead remains, which meant that he was a desperate man. The type of werewolf they were looking for to blame for whoever dug up Kate and ate her liver.

“Gentlemen!” Gerard addressed the group, “Take a look at a rare sight!” He looked to Chris, “You wanna tell them what we’ve caught?”

“An Omega.”

“The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered… and possibly alone by his own choice…” He paused, looking at the dangling man and chuckling, “Certainly not a wise choice… Because, as I am about to demonstrate” He turned back to the others, pulling a long sword from them,” An Omega rarely survives on his own.” Gerard swung the sword, slicing the man in half. I covered my mouth to hold back my gasp as we watched blood and organs spill from the man’s lower half.

“Look. Look.” Derek said quietly, making sure Scott saw the brutal murder, “Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me– why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together.

“What are they doing?” Scott asked in a hushed voice.

“Declaring war.”

Chris hadn’t looked at the crime, “We have a Code.”

“Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?” He addressed the group, “Because I don’t care if they’re wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they’re getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.”

----------------

Read part 11 here!

Is this considered a slow burn fic since they haven’t kissed yet?

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Please message me or comment below if you would like to be added to the taglist!

YSM Tag:

@nyotamalfoy

@fruitloopzzz

@babygirl-angel-love

@aestheticeggs

@akuri-shinsou

#derek hale x reader #derek hale fic #teen wolf fic

51 notes · View notes

kikikittykis · 4 years

Text

Dead Girl Walking

Summary: Y/N is going to die and she knows it and she wants to get the most out of 30 hours left

Fandom: Supernatural and Teen Wolf

Pairing: Scott Mccall x reader

Characters: Scott Mccall, Y/N Kline, Castiel, Jack, Billie(Mentioned)

Genre: Fluff and gets heated

Warnings: gets heated a bit but not too far

Wordcount: 966

Masterlist

Note: Requested by Anonymous and based around Dead Girl Walking from Heathers

You knew that you were going to die. You could feel it. When your grace had been ripped out of your body by Lucifer. You were running out of time you could feel that if you didn’t get your grace back or kick start it. You would be dead in 30 hours. You summoned Billie trying to find how to save yourself but she wouldn’t release what is to come. You thought maybe you could track your dad but you no longer had your grace and you couldn’t go to Sam and Dean because when you left they didn’t know why you left only that you needed space after Lucifer took your grace. Castiel didn’t want you to go but you had to. You needed to find what life is all about and you did you found a family with Scott, Stiles the Sheriff and Melissa even Derek wasn’t getting on your nerves. You walked around the town only to find yourself on Scott’s street. You walked up to his house where the light was still on and an idea hit you why spend the rest of your life contemplating stuff when you could spend it with him even if it was only like 28 hours left. You put your hand on the wall of his house and slowly climbed up the wall when you got to his window sill you opened the window a bit more and sat on the window sill. “Hey Scott” you said from his window sill.

“What are you doing here (Y/N)”

“Shhh” you said to him, hopping off of his window sill and onto his bed then gracefully to the floor.

“What are you doi-” you cut Scott off with a deep kiss and pulled on his shirt to get him more to your height Scott kissed back with energy. He broke apart from you and then went to speak

“What is this (Y/N)”

“Just kiss me Scott” you said back to him as he took your lips back into another searing kiss he started to move you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his bed. You took your hands off of his waist and started to push his shirt up and off of him he complied taking his lips off of yours and pulling his shirt off and leaving his toned body behind. He slowly put his hands up the side of your shirt resting his hands on your side and stomach. Played with the edge of the fabric silently asking you if you wanted to take it off and you vigorously complied peeling the shirt off and over your head you tossed it behind Scott as he put his hands against your shoulder as he climbed onto the bed beside you and rolled the two of you overdo that he was on top and had you in a searing kiss. You reached in front of you and started to unbuckle his pants.

“Wait (Y/N)” Scott said and broke apart from the two of you.

“Don’t worry i'm on the pill” you said almost as if you’d read his mind. Scott launched back onto your lips starting to kiss down your neck. You let a moan out and put your hands into his hair slightly tugging on it. The two of you had a great night after your night’s escapades Scott put the sheet over your body and brought you into his arms. “(Y/N)”

“yes Scott”

“There is something that is going on with you”

“What do you mean by that”

“You are always nervous and I’ve heard you cough multiple times”

“I just have a bit of a cold, nothing bad” You easily lied despite having your grace gone being the daughter of Lucifer had it’s certain perks like having no telltale signs of when you were lying. Course Scott didn’t know that your dad is Lucifer and that you are a Nephilim that no longer has her grace.

“We should probably get dressed” Scott said and you got out of the bed and slowly found your clothes pulling them on. Scott found each article of his clothing. He had just finished buckling his belt when you launched into a coughing fit and spat up blood on your hand. The smell of blood hit Scott’s nostrils very clearly. He rushed over to you as you collapsed onto the floor. Scott didn’t know what to do. You sent a silent prayer to Castiel in your mind. Scott wnet to you on the floor and took you into his arms as something happened to you. When all of a sudden there was a flutter and Scott looked around the room and growled when he saw two men inside of his room. “(Y/N) no no no, Cas what do we do”

“Jack you need to split your grace with her, Here let me” Castiel said and made a small slit under Jack’s chin and took some of his grace and caught it in a small vial. “We can help,” Castiel said to Scott as Scott laid (Y/N) on the ground gently and Castiel knelt next to her slightly tipping open her mouth and letting the glowing mist go down her throat her entire body slightly lifted off the ground and with a large glow she gasped sitting upright. She slowly got up and her wings flared out behind in their shadow form

“Jack, you are okay” she said, walking up to Jack and putting her hands on his cheeks as he started shedding tears because his sister didn’t die. (Y/N) engulfed Jack into a hug and reached her hands out and pulled both Scott and Castiel into the hug.

“What the hell is going” Scott said

“That is a very long story”

#scott mccall x reader #scott mccall imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #CrossOver #teen wolf x reader #scott mccall x you #castiel #Jack Kline #alexander calvert

79 notes · View notes

fanficteen · 4 years

Text

stale blood (3)

chris argent x reader

The months passed peacefully, and the McCall pack slowly let their guards down. Every week, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia would hand in their homework with a little note, giving you a time and address with just the words “pack meeting” above it. Each time you tutored Malia, she would also leave you with a little note at the end of the week. And every week, you would throw the notes away and mark their assignments. Then two of your students turned up with their throats clawed out and suddenly the Sheriff was knocking on your door. “Miss (L/N).” His face was grave, but there was something familiar about him. “Sheriff Stilinski. I just have a few questions to ask you.” Of course. Stilinski. “Come in. Would you like a cup of tea?” The familiar rattle of Stiles’ Jeep lurched along the road outside, but there was another vehicle with it. Just as the Sheriff opened his mouth to respond, there was another knock.

“Bring yourself and your friends in, Mr Stilinski,” you called, not even moving from the kitchen. Stiles and Scott filed in, followed by Allison… and her father. “If I wanted to meet the pack, McCall, I would’ve come to one of those meetings.” Scott, at the very least, had the decency to look apologetic, as he gestured helplessly between Stiles and his now-irritated father. “Stiles, what have I told you–“ “He was only concerned about your wellbeing, Sheriff.” You turned on the kettle. “Would anyone like tea? I’m afraid I don’t have anything stronger.” “Does he have need to be concerned?” Stilinski inquired, as Scott and Allison both agreed to tea. Your small kitchen was becoming quite crowded. “Sheriff, if I wanted to kill someone and get away with it, I wouldn’t have clawed their throats out and left them outside my own workplace,” you told him, matter-of-factly. “And I’m not in the habit of killing kids, no matter what hunters might say.” Stilinski glanced over to Chris, who nodded. “She’s a witch. If she wanted someone gone, she could make sure we didn’t even know they ever existed.” His voice was deeper, heavy with the weight of his years, but you weren’t surprised. Neither of you were kids anymore.

Eventually, Stilinski nodded, thanked you, and headed for the door, with a trepidatious Stiles on his tail. Scott and the Argents lingered. “Sheriff.” Father and son paused, glancing back to you. “I know it’s your job, and you’re probably more aware than most cops around here. But I think it’d be best if you take a partner to question suspects from now on. Preferably that Hellhound that’s been sniffing around the school.” A beat passed, in which the Stilinskis had a very in-depth conversation using just their eyes, then he nodded. “Understood.” The door closed behind them. Silence settled around the room as you met Chris’ eyes. “We should go,” you heard Allison prompt, quickly finishing her tea. Chris didn’t move. “Dad?” “It’s been a while, Mr Argent.” There was no escaping this. “I don’t think I thanked you properly.” “You don’t owe me any thanks.” A beat. “I’m sorry.” “For saving my life?” Shock spiralled through his blue eyes. “What happened to my parents wasn’t your fault. In fact, it wasn’t even your father’s fault. They earned what they got.” You offered him a tired, lopsided smile. “Thanks for giving me a chance.” The room was quiet again as Chris gaped at you. You turned to Scott.

“It’s 7pm tomorrow for the pack meeting, right?” The young alpha also stared at you for a long moment, then a grin crept across his face. “7pm at Derek’s,” he confirmed, happily. “Well, I suppose I can spare a little of my grading time,” you sighed, melodramatically. Scott’s smile widened. “I owe you all a bit of an explanation.” You heard Stiles’ Jeep start up outside, the Sheriff’s car already puttering away down the street. “You’re going to miss your ride.” Stiles’ voice bellowed from outside as you finished your sentence. “We’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Scott confirmed, backing towards the door. “8.30am sharp, McCall,” you teased, earning an eyeroll. “Yes, I’ll be there.” “We should go too,” Allison prompted again, as Scott disappeared. Chris nodded, vaguely. “You start the car, honey.” He chucked her the keys and she followed Scott outside. “(Y/N)…” You smiled up at him as he trailed off, so many words welling on his tongue, fighting for first place. “It’s ok, Chris.” And his shoulders dropped, as though he’d held something heavy for too long. And you supposed, in a way, he had. It took you a moment to realise he was crying, silent tears glistening from his piercing eyes. “Thank you.” His voice was barely a whisper, but he knew you could hear him. You just smiled again, a sad, sorry sort of a smile, then he bade you farewell and headed for the door. “Chris?” He paused in the doorway, a raised eyebrow glancing over his shoulder. “What do you know about cats?”

When Scott had said tonight’s pack meeting was going to include everyone, you didn’t think he’d actually meant everyone. It had to be half the town, crammed into the loft. “Derek,” the man who answered the door informed you, holding out a hand. “(Y/N).” “Is this the new girl?” Another face appeared behind him – a little older, fairer, framed in a V-neck tee. “You must be Peter,” you greeted, politely, though all you could see was Lydia huffing about Satan in a V-neck. “A pleasure.” You followed them into a very crowded living room. Allison, Malia, and Lydia were crowded together on one couch, chatting comfortably about some maths assignment. Scott was talking to two boys you didn’t recognise and the slightly older Hellhound you’d seen around. Derek immediately made a beeline for Stiles, who was perched precariously on the kitchen counter reaching for something on a high shelf. Sheriff Stilinski and Chris were talking to another woman you didn’t recognise. Then Malia’s eyes lit up and she was bounding across the room, and you were engulfed in the werecoyote’s enthusiastic embrace. “I was starting to think you weren’t actually coming,” she informed you, happily. “I’m glad you’re finally here.” “Glad to see my daughter likes you more than me,” Peter assessed, wryly. Malia rolled her eyes, but shot her father a grin anyway. By now, you had garnered Scott’s attention, and he took the floor, making the rest of the pack fall quiet.

“First off, a lot of us already know, but I’d like to introduce our newest pack member–“ You raised an eyebrow at that, but Scott just beamed back, unabashed. “Miss (L/N).” “You know, I think you can safely call me (Y/N) out here, Alpha boy,” you pointed out, as though taking the floor wasn’t terrifying. “Give him a few weeks to get used to that one,” the woman piped up, “It took him two months to process that my name wasn’t “Mom”.” Scott blushed, groaning, as laughter smattered through the room. “You must be Mrs McCall, then,” you gathered, holding out a hand to her. “I’m (Y/N), Scott’s history teacher.” “Melissa.” Her smile was warm and gentle, so full of kindness you wondered if it could soothe any wound. And then you were standing in front of a room full of strangers. Not that this was new, as a teacher, but you didn’t usually have to teach a syllabus on yourself.

But you talked anyway. About meeting Chris. About your parents. About Ennis finding you, biting you. About losing your pack brother. And then, about losing your whole pack. About fighting for your life, fighting the man who had almost been your father. About waking up in that hospital with your neck stitching itself back together. “You’re not a wolf, though.” The prompt came from Lydia, keen hazel eyes fixed firmly on you. “No,” you agreed, vaguely. Chris raised an eyebrow. You looked away. “Something went wrong when he bit me. I don’t know if it was because I’m a witch or something else, but… I became a black dog.” “A dog?” one of the boys repeated, raising an eyebrow. “How terrifying. What are you going to do, bark our enemies to death?” “Isaac,” Scott growled. “A black dog,” Allison corrected, turning all eyes to her. “Like a Grim?” “Like a Grim,” you agreed, directing a sharp smile at Isaac. “I don’t think you’d like it if I barked.” He scratched the back of his neck as Stiles snickered. Derek elbowed him. “Now, more importantly,” you turned back to Scott, “I think I know what killed those two juniors.” “Why is nothing ever just a mountain lion anymore?” you heard Stilinski groan. You grabbed your satchel from where it was crumpled by the door, pulling out a huge, old book. “A cat?” Stiles questioned, as you flicked the page open. “A fairy cat,” you corrected, pointing to the page. “A chapalu, cat sidhe, cath palug, whatever you want to call it.” “Fairy cat sounds least threatening,” the youngest boy piped up. “Great, we’ll just call the giant killer cat a fairy until it grows tiny wings and turns pink,” Peter drawled, dryly. “Let a kid dream, not all of us are hardened lunatics,” Stiles retorted, laughing. “Former,” Peter corrected, “I’m much better now.”

“Scott.” The young Alpha paused on the doorstep when Derek said his name, glancing back over his shoulder. “Why does (L/N) smell of blood?” Scott frowned, sniffing the air again. “She always smells like that. I assumed it was a witch thing?” Derek hummed, unconvinced. “Not a witch thing,” Peter mused, “Maybe a Grim thing?” “Or maybe she’s bleeding.” All the wolves’ eyes shot to Melissa as she spoke. “Don’t look at me like that. (Y/N) is a grown woman, I wouldn’t go asking too many questions if she smells a bit coppery now and again.” They all grimaced as Melissa pulled Scott to the car, muttering about damn nosy werewolves.

105 notes · View notes

jae-sch-writes · 4 years

Text

Make It Up To You

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic), Scott McCall x Reader (romantic; not main pairing), Melissa McCall

Word Count: 1,908 (My TEEN WOLF fics ten to be longer than others, don’t they?)

Genre: flangst (my specialty)

Summary: Stiles has been ignoring the Reader, and she thinks she must have done something to warrant it. Will she find a way to make it up to Stiles, or will the friendship be lost?

Warnings: avoidance and being ignored (I’m pretty sure that’s it for this one)

A/N: I found this in my Google Drive and realized I had never posted it, so here we are. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are my own and no one is to blame for them but me, myself, and I.

“Hey Scott, can I talk to you for a second?” you say as you approach your boyfriend in the hallway after school.

“Yeah, of course,” Scott says as he grabs some books from his locker and puts them in his book bag.

“Do you know why Stiles has been avoiding me?”

“I don’t think he’s avoiding you. Maybe he’s just been really busy,” Scott said as he grabbed your hand and the two of you began to walk toward the locker room.

“No, he’s definitely been avoiding me. If I go somewhere he is, as soon as I walk in the door, he seems to be done with whatever he’s doing there and leaves. The only place he hasn’t done that was in history today, and I have a feeling he would have left if he could have.”

“Y/N, maybe it’s just coincidence. Stiles is a busy person who usually has issues with staying still, in a good way, obviously, you know that.”

“I know, but still. I can’t shake this feeling that he’s definitely avoiding me and it kinda hurts. I just thought since your his best friend and the pack leader, you would maybe know something.”

“Sorry, I wish I could help more, but I have to get to practice.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you say. “Hey, do you think I could stay and watch your practice? I wanna be able to catch Stiles after.”

“Of course it’s okay. I’ll try to make sure he stays so you can talk to him. Then I’ll give you a ride home after, okay?”

“Thanks, Scott.”

“Dude, what’s going on with you and Y/N?” Scott asked in the locker room before practice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about man,” Stiles said as he pulled on his practice jersey.

“She says you’ve been avoiding her.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t say ‘avoiding’. More like ‘staying as far away from her as possible’.”

“Stiles…” Scott began, “you need to talk to her. She’s really hurt that you haven’t talked to her.”

“Scott, I can’t do it, okay? You don’t wanna know why either. Just trust me on this, okay?”

“Stiles, I do trust you, but my girlfriend, one of your best friends, is hurt. You can’t keep this up forever.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles said, “but I can try.”

“Y/N wants to talk to you after practice. At least come and listen to her,” Scott said as the two went out to the field.

“Yeah, fine. I’ll listen to her.”

“Thanks, man.”

After lacrosse practice was done, Scott met you in the parking lot with Stiles.

“Here ya go, Y/N. Stiles is here to listen to you, and you will, won’t you Stiles?” Scott asked Stiles and he just nodded.

“Okay, Stiles, I don’t know why you aren’t talking to me or why whenever I walk into a room you walk out. I don’t doubt that you have a good reason for ignoring me because you always have a good explanation to back your actions. I just want to know what that explanation is. So please, Stiles, I’m begging you, tell me why you’re ignoring me. Just tell me, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

Siles just stood there in silence, staring at the ground. He couldn’t even look at you, that’s how much he knew he had hurt you.

“Fine, I see how it is. Whatever the hell I did, it seems to be so bad that you won’t even tell me what I did. So, whenever you decide to talk to me again, please do.”

You started to walk away with tears in your eyes. You had no idea as to what you did to deserve the cold shoulder from Stiles, and now you were even farther from finding out how you could make it up to him.

“Wait, Y/N!” Scott called. “I said I would give you a ride home, remember?”

“It’s fine Scott. I think I’ll just walk home now. Thanks though.”

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Scott said with both anger and confusion as soon as you were out of sight.

“What? I said I would listen to her. I never said anything about actually talking to her.”

“If you won’t tell her, then you gotta tell me, Stiles. I need to know why you won’t talk to her. I won’t tell her, I promise, but after what I just saw, I need to know, Stiles.”

“Y/N, honey what’s wrong?” Melissa asked when you walked through the door with tears streaming down your face and without Scott.

You said nothing as you wrapped your arms around Melissa’s neck and held on tightly. She didn’t say anything, she just held you in the way she knew you needed to be held.

You could have gone home to your own parents, but you preferred Melissa. She seemed to understand you better. It probably had something to do with the supernatural issues that she knew about since you and your own parents never had the whole “my boyfriend’s a werewolf” conversation.

“Okay, for me to help you, you’re gonna have to tell me what’s going on,” Melissa said as she looked into your bloodshot eyes.

“Stiles won’t talk to me and I don’t know what I did wrong!” you cried.

“Okay, come on,” Melissa whispered as she pulled you to the couch. You curled up in a ball and lay your head on her lap.

“Do your parents know you’re here?”

“Yeah, I gave them a call on the walk over,” you say quietly as Melissa began to run her fingers through your hair. Before you know it, the reigns of sleep pulled you into darkness.

About an hour later, Scott and Stiles walked in the door and Stiles was holders a container with your favorite ice cream.

“You two better have a good explanation as to why I was the one to comfort your friend,” Melissa said as she pointed a finger at Stiles, “and your girlfriend,” she pointed to Scott. “She came here crying her eyes out and now she’s passed out on the couch. You two. Explain. Now.”

“Mom, I swear, we can explain. Stiles was telling me why he hasn’t been talking to Y/N,” Scott started.

“Yeah, and then we were coming up with ideas for me to make it up to her,” Stiles continued.

“Fine. Scott, get Y/N upstairs and into bed. Stiles, you’re gonna stay right here. I have a few things to say to you.”

Scott carefully picked you up and carried you upstairs to his room and Stiles stayed with Melissa, slightly terrified of what was to come.

Once Scott was upstairs, Melissa turned to Stiles.

“Okay, spill. What the hell happened between you and Y/N?”

You were asleep in Scott’s arms on the bed when Stiles came upstairs.

“Dude, your mom is not happy with me,” Stiles said when he entered the room.

“Well, yeah. It’s my mom we’re talking about, and the topic is Y/N. What else did you expect?”

“Nothing I guess. Dude, let’s just wait to talk to her tomorrow. She’s asleep and I really rather not wake her. Then she’ll be even madder at me.”

Scott fell asleep on the bed with you and Stiles lied on the floor at the foot of the bed. He felt so bad about the situation that he didn’t even let Scott make something for him to sleep on. Stiles was awake all night trying to come up with even more ways to make up for what he had done.

When you woke up the next morning, your first thought was “coffee”. However, Stiles stopped you before you could get out of Scott’s room.

“Y/N, I really need to talk to you,” Stiles said as he blocked your access to caffeine.

“Funny, considering you didn’t even want to utter a word to me yesterday,” you gritted through your teeth as you tried to get past Stiles.

“Please, Y/N. Just let me explain. I want to make it up to you, okay? I really do. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. Please, please, please. Just let me tell you what happened.”

“Fine, but first, you have to go get me coffee.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Stiles rushed out of the room and came back about ten minutes later with a cup of coffee in his hand. You were sat on the desk and after you received your drink, you stared at Stiles, waiting for him to tell his tale.

“Okay, so back when I was being possessed by the nogitsune, I hurt you. I didn’t want to, I hope you know that, but I still did. That… that thing had my thoughts. It wanted to hurt as many people as it possibly could, so it chose you to be the victim. If it hurt you, it knew that it would hurt the rest of the pack, especially Scott, since you’re his girlfriend. It would hurt Melissa, too, because everyone knows she sees you as a daughter, and me because I consider you to be one of my best friends. Y/N, I am so sorry for treating you the way that I did. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to face you after what I did, so I avoided you. I am so, so sorry.”

“Stiles,” you said quietly,” it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything. It was the nogitsune’s fault, not yours. Yeah, sure, it might’ve been your body, but it wasn’t your consciousness. I know you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. Sure, maybe you didn’t handle the situation in the best way after it happened, but now that I know why you did what you did, I’m not as upset about it.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Just be my friend again. That’s more than enough for me.”

“Deal,” Stiles said as he pulled you into a hug. “We did bring ice cream home last night; want some?”

You nodded your head and Stiles went to get the ice cream. You sat by each other and watched a movie on Netflix as you waited for Scott to wake up.

When Scott finally stirred awake, he saw the two of you sitting next to each other, laughing at whatever joke was just said in the film.

“Good, you guys made up. Now, Stiles, what are you gonna do to say you’re sorry.”

“I’m just gonna be her friend again, man. She told me that was enough.”

“Are you telling me that we came up with a whole list of things you could do, and you’re not going to do any of them?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Stiles said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Aw, Scott,” you said as you walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek, “you could still complete that list. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

“And you know that I love to spoil you.” Scott wrapped his arms around you and pressed little kisses all over your face.

“Come on you two. I thought this was gonna be about me finally talking to Y/N again,” Stiles whined.

“You’re right. I’ve missed you, Stiles,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too,” Stiles said before wrapping both you and Scott in a hug.

66 notes · View notes

sassysweetstories · 5 years

Text

the dead pool

Request: “TW and Percy Jackson imagine the reader is Scott demigod half sister and she comes home after awhile w/ the wars and stuff and the dead pool list is happening and the reader is on the list bcuz she is a demigod and stuff like that she new about their world but they never new about hers besides Deaton and their mom.”

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader under-tones

Warnings: angst, yelling, fighting, blood, war, conflict, fluff, swearing, flirting, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. I didn’t get to this season so I apologize if any of this is incorrect

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) stood above the carcas, reveling in the blood and fight that had finally been quenched inside her heart. Ever since the young girl could walk, there was a thirst unlike any other. No food or drink could quench her hunger. A supposed “gift” given to her by her father, Ares, god of war. Though few, children of Ares lusted over violence and physical untamed aspects of conflict thanks to dear ol’ dad. (Y/n), on the the contrary, was built more like a daughter of Athena, blessed with her mother’s brains however cursed for fight, so much so one salivated to the thought.

Melissa met Alex, Ares name given at the time, outside a nightclub. Alex planned on creating complete havoc, pain and anguish that would make mortals perish. Melissa had first seen him pull up in a motorcycle, the deep color of a raven. And with a face that would steer most away. His rough exterior almost covered up his small gruff beard and warm chocolate brown eyes. Women asked themselves if he terrified them or excited them. But good girls like bad boys. And Melissa was no different from the majority.

And for the first time, Alex swayed from his mission and enjoyed the frisky college graduate. That night, he took her away and treated her just the way she’d hoped for. Rough, lustful embrace and only highs between the two. They spent the next few days together, throwing caution to the wind before Melissa would return home to continue her nursing career. He enjoyed the wild woman who was as rough with him as he was with her, couldn’t believe a human could tame him. They separated and soon, Melissa found out she was pregnant, changing her life forever.

(Y/n) took her father’s built, tall and strong. But she wore her mothers gorgeous facial features, entrancing everyone with her gaze. The combination of both created the perfect soldier, the perfect demi-god warrior. Pleasing not only her mother but especially her father. Ares believed himself to be cruel, a heartless god without compassion or love. (Y/n) refused to believe that though, knowing well he’s been watching over her since birth. Sending her little signs of himself to her just the way he may for all his children, she wasn’t sure about that last one though.

Cleaning off her blade to sheath, she made her way back to Beacon Hills. There would be no blood shed this night or the next. Her lust and thirst had been quenched and she longed for her little family. Tonight, she would not serve Camp-Half Blood, nor would she take orders from her superiors, not even the Gods. Tonight, she wanted to be a normal twenty-two year old college student.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scott’s eyes never left the list, heart beating quickly as he scanned the names. The pack stood around the kitchen, some trying to look strong while others wore their fear plainly. What haunted Scott more were the kids who were slashed out. Dead. Mercilessly murdered to rebuild something better. An idea created from the mind of a lunatic. Stiles looked over his shoulder, gawking outright as the young boy pointed to the screen. “Son of a bitch..” The tone that left his friends mouth drove fear down Scott’s spine.

“What?’ He asked, not actually wanting to know the answer to the question.

“Is that...” Stiles pauses. “Your sister..?” Scott’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Not wanting to believe his eyes. But there it was. (Y/n) McCall. The highest name on the list. Suddenly, he heard the front door creek open. Scott stands with blinding speed, almost throwing the chair to the side in the process. Though human, Stiles is the first to throw himself into the danger, bat in hand. His heart beating out of his chest for the first girl he ever had a crush on, worry washing over him as they make their way over to the living room.

Turning over the corner, they came to an abrupt stop. Melissa held her eldest child, clutching her close and pulling her down to her level. A few faint tears slipped from the mothers eyes, longing for her beautiful daughter. She looked tall and strong, built like a bolder with the face of a goddess. “Mom, get away from her..” Scott’s voice croaked, fear festering in his heart. Melissa pulled away perplexed before he answered. “She’s on the list..” The older woman sighed, stepping in between the two which made him more confused. (Y/n) put her hand on her mother’s shoulder, smiling softly.

“It’s time, mama.. He’s old enough to know.. “ Small but distinct tears slipped down her mother’s cheeks when she nodded before clearing her throat. “You kids better sit down for this..” Scott sits amongst the pack, on the edge of his seat, begging to understand why his older sister was on the dead pool. (Y/n) leads Melissa over to sit before standing amongst her brother and his friends. She smiles faintly to Stiles, noticing how much he filled out into the man he is today.

“Before you were born-” She says to Scott, “Before I was even born, mom met a man at a nightclub. His name was Alex. Or that’s he told her. They fooled around and not long after mom returned home to continue her nursing career, she became pregnant with me. When she was with Alex, he told her something strange. Something she didn’t believe because it was far too insane to be real. That was until she gave birth to me and she believed..”

Glancing over to her mother for confirmation to continue. And with a simple nod, she drove on. “Alex had told her his real name.. Ares.. God of war. During her pregnancy, women often go through unbelievable amounts of pain.. Mom didn’t. I took all of her pain. Ares loves violence, conflict, enticing pain, and practically feeds off it. And that’s exactly what I did. I took all her pain away, fed off of it almost.. That’s when she started questioning. When I cut my hand, reveling in the blood and pain, the gash quickly healed. But that’s when she knew for certain.”

Melissa sighed, feeling quietly for keeping such information from her son as her daughter continued. “Scott, what I’m trying to tell you is.. I’m a demi-god. When my.. aggressive tendencies became too much for mom and Deaton to handle, she sent me to Camp-Half Blood. A school for demi-gods. It’s a place where we can not only get our human education but understand the gods and goddess, how to fight and survive and train. I’m one of the top ranking demi-gods. The past two years, I’ve been sent around the world on missions sent by the gods in order to keep tranquility. Funny to think they would send a demi-god who loves conflict to stop conflict.”

Silence. He wasn’t sure what to say. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. (Y/n) was aggressive, never to Scott or Stiles, rather gentle with them actually. But when it came to people who picked on them, she could be vicious. She was far stronger than the whole lacrosse team combined. “Scott-” She mutters, drawing his attention. “I don’t want you to think of me as a monster.. I would never hurt you..” He knows that deep down. Maybe that’s why he’s quick to pull her into a much needed embrace. “I missed you.. so much.” He admits, openly.

When she pulls away, she sniffs. “Also, why does it smell like dog in here?” This time Scott laughs outright, beckoning her over to a chair. “Now I think it’s time for you to sit. There’s a lot I have to catch you up on.” (Y/n) misses this, the connection she had with her family, though jagged and strange, she ached for it. And for at least tonight, things would be as normal as they could be.

(I hope you guys liked it. Please comment below)

161 notes · View notes