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Y/N: Are we all going to just ignore the fact that Derek and Peter just told us they're gonna kill Jackson?
Stiles: Hmmm, Jackson, never heard of em
Lydia: Let him die
Allison: Fuck that dick
Scott: GUYS!! NO BAD, WE'RE THE GOOD GUYS. REMEMBER?
Y/N: I don't really care to much for Jackson, but I'm not getting near Peter. Dude seems like the type to leave the tomato on his burger, what a walking red flag
I haven't had much fan fiction or incorrect quotes inspiration for a while now, and I'm really sorry for that. I've hit a hard patch in my life. I went from being considered a gifted child my entire life to not turning in one assignment for one class. This assignment quickly turned into 15 and my grades became barely passing. At first this really stressed me out, until I just quit caring about what was too late to change. Now I'm not saying you should just not care about school or not try, but I am telling you that it's not as important as everyone makes you believe. None of my friends quit talking to me. Teachers still like me. My parents still love me. But best of all, I've finally begun to feel happy with myself. And it's not because of a high grade average, its because I've finally just started acting like what is considered a 'normal teenager'. I don't put grades last but they don't fuck with my head 24/7 now. I've started hanging out with friends more, having crushes without making feeling like I'm thinking about the wrong things. In the end, just do what's best for you. It may only take having B's and C's instead of all A's to make things feeling better.
Characters : Female Reader, Scott McCall (briefly), Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale (mentioned), Allison Argent (briefly), Chris Argent (briefly)
Warning : Blood/Gore?, regret, slightly depressed thoughts, language (the same as the show with the occasional f-bomb)
Author's Note : This is my first time writing a Teen Wolf fan fic and my first time posting a fan fic on this beautiful site Tumblr. Any feed back will be appreciated and I would love your opinions on what other standalone/short fics I should create next. This will probably be my longest fan fiction series, so buckle in. Updates will probably be random unless I decide to get my life together. Thanks for reading ❤❤
Word Count: Literally no idea
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Prologue
You clutched your bleeding gut and, for a split second, regretted having ever met Scott. Along with Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall had been your bestfriend since you were 9. The three of you had always done everything together, so it made since for you to help out Scott when he became a werewolf. But, maybe if
you hadn't, you wouldn't be lying against a tree and bleeding out while you heard the sounds of grunts and screams. But your situation didn't change the fact that Scott was like a brother to you and you hoped it wasn't him creating these noises. Because if Peter killed him you weren't going to leave the tree you were on. The sorrow would kill you before the blood loss. As your vision began to fade, your mind tried to trick you and you were almost positive you'd heard voices. Voices you'd grown to know by heart. "Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?!" It wasn't a dream. The voices were really none other than Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale. "Sty? i-is that real-really-" The fogginess of your brain had finally tooken over and you fell into the dirt. "Derek do something!" Stiles voice crackled as he held back a sob. "What do you expect me to do?" As you succumbed to unconsciousness, you could feel Stiles clutch your hand and argue with Derek. Then, it was like you were teleported to another world. It was like you were in a memory that didn't happen. You were in the woods standing beside a creek. Everything was silent until a very young boy jumped from behind a tree and howled like a wolf. Before you knew what you were saying, one word left your mouth,"Liam!" "I'm sowy Y/N. I wown't do it awgain." "You better not or I'll... turn into a wolf and eat you." The boy was unfazed by your threats and, with pleading eyes, asked,"Pwease, can I have a wide? Pwease?" You sighed, "Fine, but don't tell Mom or Dad. Okay?" "Otay." You gasped and jolted upward from your dream. "Derek," blood dripped from your mouth, "stick your claws in my neck." "I'm not an alp-" "JUST DO IT!" As his claws sunk into the back of your neck, a scream didn't escape your lips, a howl did. Looking down to your wound you watched as it healed quickly. Scott's cries for Derek then filled your ears and you could feel yourself changing. The world looked different, it was red. "NOW MY OTHER BESTFRIEND IS A WEREWOLF?!" "That doesn't matter right now." Derek glowed his blue eyes at you, and you flashed your's in return. "Let's go kill my Uncle." A booming howl left your lips.
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After Derek had killed Peter, you turned back into yourself. Stiles had wrapped a jacket around your bare body as you recieved stares from the people gathered around you. "She's a werewolf," Scott's amazement was beyond your mind since he was also a wolf. "She's not just a werewolf. She's evolved," Chris Argent then turned to give Derek a disgusted look,"Now we have TWO alphas to worry about." He rose his gun in your direction making a low warning growl escape your lips. Stiles then grabbed your shoulders from behind," No, no. Y/N, eating people is a no-no. Very bad." "Oh, shut up!" Controlling your anger was easy for you so you had no fear of losing control, but with your werewolf abilities had came a surge of pain. Not from the shift, from the memories that flooded your mind with it. Your whole life you thought you were a meaningless nobody. Here recently, you were still a meaningless nobody, but your bestfriend was a werewolf. As you remembered your past life, your real life, you thought anything but. Your family had been killed one by one, your younger brother was thrown into an orphanage, and you'd lost all of your werewolf abilities, and with that most of your memories. All of it had been your fault. Your existence alone threatened everything from omegas to alphas. It was in that moment you realized that you weren't just helping fight Scott's battles, you were fighting a war you started. You were fighting for the last member of the Y/L/N pack. You were fighting for yourself.