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Locked In [Derek Hale]

Description: Derek locks Y/N in a closet. 

Y/N Y/L/N. 

Werewolf? No.

WereCoyote? No.

Banshee? No.

Kitsune? No.

Hellhound? No.

Human? Yes.

Huntress? Definitely.

Though she has the weapons, and skills to defend herself and others she felt constricted. Derek, Y/N's best friend is overprotective. Not just a 'No you're not going' overprotective. It is more along the lines of 'I will lock you in a room with no windows until I get back' overprotective.

That's where she's at now.

In a room.

With no windows.

And a locked door.

"Derek!" Y/N yells as she kicks the door. The pack is going after Void, and in their past meetings he had expressed his want to kill the woman. So, Derek decided to tie her hands up and lock her in a room.

"You're not going Y/N! I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"Yeah! And you better be keeping yourself safe because when I get out of here I'm going to kill you!" She shouts, getting even more irritated.

"You don't mean that." Derek's voice softens.

"I know I don't mean that, but seriously Der! You had to tie my hands?!"

"You'd break the door down if I didn't."

Y/N looks down at her knife holster strapped to her thigh, and sighs when she sees it's missing.

"The knife too?" Derek chuckles and looks at his phone to see a text from Scott. "I have to go, ok? Don't try and break the door."

"Fine!" Derek smiles and starts to walk out the door. "But do me a favor and be careful!"

"I'll be fine."

"You better, because if you die I'll starve to death in here!"

"Funny Y/L/N."

Panic [Stiles Stilinski]

Description: Stiles and Y/N crash. 

Warnings: Panic attack, blood. 

It was storming. The car that went around the curve was speeding. The headlights weren't on. He should've known better than to speed like that. 

Stiles opened his eyes and groaned. His body felt like it had been thrown against a brick wall a thousand times. He finally looks around. He is hanging in his seat, only restrained by the seatbelt. Something shifts on the passenger side and lets out a whimper

"Stiles? Are you alright?" Stiles turns his head to his girlfriend. She's laying on her side, surrounded by shattered glass, blood and clutching a wound on her stomach.

"Oh god. Y/N you need to stay awake, help is coming!"

"Stiles, I don't know how much longer I can do that."

"No you're going to stay awake." Stiles maneuvers himself to where he can jump down without landing on her and sits beside her. Y/N's eyes are closed, and her body is limp.

§§§

"Stiles?!" Sheriff Stilinski called out for his son. This has always been his worst nightmare. To be the first on the scene of a bad crash to see his sons blue jeep. Now that nightmare is a reality.

The jeep is laid on the passenger side with shattered glass laying all around it. It is smashed and scraped signaling the points as to where it fell before it came to a complete stop by the rock wall.

"Dad!" Stiles voice comes from inside the jeep. The older Stilinski runs over, climbs on top of the jeep and peers down through the drivers door. Stiles is sitting on the ground holding pressure on Y/N's abdomen where blood is still gushing out. "You have to help her. Please dad!" Stiles cries.

The car directed its hit into the passenger side, where Y/N is still buckled in laying on her side unconscious.

"It wont stop! I don't think its supposed to be coming out this fast!"

Stiles could feel it coming on. His pulse is raised. His breathing is fast and ragged. It's been happening a lot lately.

It is a panic attack.

"The ambulance is on its way. Are you okay?" Stiles has a few cuts and bruises, but other than that he is fine.

"I'm fine, I-I just need to get her out of here."

Eventually Y/N was pulled out of the jeep and rushed to the hospital, but Stiles stood in front of the jeep looking down at his hands.

Still covered in her blood.

Scott showed up and was talking to Parrish when he heard Stiles' heartbeat and breathing. He walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stiles?"

But Stiles was in his own world, trying to calm himself down.

"Stiles!" Stiles grabbed his chest as hit heaved, trying to get a full breath in.

"I-I breathe. I can't." He took a shaky breath and tried again.

"I cant breathe."

Fireflies [Scott McCall]

Description: Scott and Y/N fight off Boyd and Cora while they are under the influence of the full moon.

Warnings: I don't there are any for once. 

"Y/N! Look out!" Scott yells as he fights off Boyd. Y/N turns to the side and sees Cora approaching quickly. She flicks out her claws and growls, challenging the rogue wolf. Cora immediately replies by lunging at her sister. If Cora was occupied trying to rip her sisters throat out, that meant she wasn't killing an innocent person.

Y/N grabs Cora's arm, twists it backwards and breaks it, knowing it won't heal until Cora stops and sets it. She howls out in pain and immediately recovers. She uses her other arm to claw Y/N's legs, making her wobble for a split second before tackling her sister to the ground. Y/N grabs Cora's arms, trying to pin her down.

"Cora, stop! I know you don't want to do this!" Y/N's voice is almost demonic as she has fully shifted to keep Cora somewhat under control and to boost her strength. Cora's eyes flicker to brown before turning yellow again. Y/N let her guard down, also shifting her eyes back from their bright blue, but just as she did that, Cora started up again.

Y/N gets thrown to the ground and is jumped on by her sister. Cora starts slashing at her upper body. Y/N lets a deep growl out before forcefully pushing Cora off of her and onto the ground.

Scott had been watching Y/N and Cora while he was with Isaac and Derek fighting off Boyd. He knew Cora was just as angry as Boyd and Y/N was by herself. Y/N jumped up off the ground and Scott saw the deep wounds healing through the rips in her shirt. Cora jumps on her sister again, this time biting her shoulder. Y/N struggles to get her off. Scott runs over, grabs Cora by the back of the neck and throws her into a tree.

Boyd and Cora end up running off and the four werewolves stand by each other.

"What were you thinking, taking her on by yourself?!" Scott exclaims.

"I was stopping her from doing something she'd regret." Y/N flashes her blue eyes towards him.

"She could've killed you." Isaac states.

"Are you two that dense that I have to explain what I was doing?! I kept her from killing an innocent person!"

Although Derek didn't want yet another of his sisters to be dead, he knew Y/N was trying to protect Cora.

"She was about to rip your throat out!"

"I don't need you to tell me what she was about to do." Y/N turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction. "I can take care of myself just fine."

And as Y/N walked away a bright firefly landed on her shoulder.

Highway [Theo Raeken]

Description: Theo and Y/N get into an argument, and Y/N crashes.

Warnings: Car crash, mentions of blood, probably curse words.

A/N: This is based off the song “Highway Don’t Care” by Tim McGraw. 

Bet your window's rolled down and your hair's pulled back

And I bet you got no idea you're going way too fast

You're trying not to think about what went wrong

Trying not to stop 'til you get where you goin'

You're trying to stay awake so I bet you turn on the radio and the song goes

I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby

I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby, baby

Y/N's hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, little baby hairs were flying around her face as the wind blew through her car. She was on a open road with no traffic, not paying attention to the speedometer as she drove. She and her boyfriend of two years, Theo had gotten into a fight. They don't normally fight, but when they did it was bad. By the end they both had raw throats and tears rolling down their face. Y/N always left before they could argue again. She wasn't leaving Theo, and he knew that, she was giving them time to calm down.

When she goes on drives she doesn't think about Theo, the argument or their relationship. She thought about her family, the beach, anything but him; but today that wasn't working. They had gotten into it because Theo about got himself killed protecting Scott. Y/N loved Scott like he was her brother, but after what he put Theo through the guy would still risk his life for the alpha and it made her mad.

Y/N gets pulled out of her trance by a approaching curve, once she gets back on straight road she turns the radio up and tries to keep herself aware of her surroundings.

The highway won't hold you tonight

The highway don't know you're alive

The highway don't care if you're all alone, but I do, I do.

The highway won't dry your tears

The highway don't need you here

The highway don't care if you're coming home, but I do, I do.

Theo had sat and cradled his head in his hands. He hated fighting with Y/N, because he loves her. Sure he had little flings before but Y/N is different. She's the one. He never treated any other person the way he treats Y/N. At night when they get ready for bed he always waits until she's in his arms to even think about closing his eyes. He cares about her more than anything in the world. He needs her.

Theo had gotten a feeling in his gut. It was telling him that something was wrong, and he needed to go after Y/N. So, he did.

I bet you got a dead cell phone in your shotgun seat

Yeah, I bet you're bending God's ear talking 'bout me.

You're trying not to let the first tear fall out

Trying not to think about turning around

You're trying not to get lost in the sound but that song is always on, so you sing along

Y/N's phone had died, so she unplugged it from the aux cord and tossed it in the passenger seat. Deep in the woods of Beacon County Y/N didn't get any cell service, or any channels on the radio. She needed sound, so she started talking. About Theo, The Pack, and everything that was going on in Beacon Hills. Every so often she would wipe under her eye, she didn't want to cry. What she wanted was to go home and see her boyfriend.

I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby

I can't live without you I can't live without you baby, oh baby

Y/N couldn't see the truck coming from the side road until it was too late. The truck had  T-Boned her and sent her car rolling. She landed in the ditch upside down, unconscious and bloody.

The highway won't hold you tonight

The highway don't know you're alive

The highway don't care if you're all alone, but I do, I do.

The highway won't dry your tears

The highway don't need you here

The highway don't care if you're coming home, but I do, I do.

Theo knew where Y/N went each time they had a fight. It was a cabin at a lake that her family owns. Theo had been there with her multiple times. It didn't take him long to get close. After the curve you drive straight another ten miles.

I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby

I can't live without you I can't live without you, baby, oh baby

His windows were rolled down so when he caught the scent of blood he slowed the truck down and started searching for the source.

Once it got really strong Theo saw the tire marks and pieces of car scattered across the road. He parked and got out. He followed the marks to the ditch and what he saw would scar him for life.

"Y/N!" Theo yelled as he rushed to the drivers side window.

Y/N had gained consciousness and heard Theo's voice.

"Th-Theo!" Her voice strained as she tried to catch his attention.

"Y/N, baby, are you ok?!" Theo got down to where he could see her and he wished he hadn't.

Y/N had blood, profusely dripping off her head and from around her legs.

"It hurts," she swallowed before she started again. "Everything hurts."

Theo was speechless. He didn't know what to say.

Hell, how would anyone know what to say?

"I'm going to call for help ok? Just keep talking!"

"I cant."

The highway don't care

The highway don't care

The highway don't care, but I do, I do.

Pick Me [Stiles Stilinski & Isaac Lahey]

Description: Stiles is in love with Y/N but she’s not in love with him. 

"He is so cute." Y/N thinks as she watches Isaac Lahey stands next to Scott on the Lacrosse field. She didn't normally sit there and watch them practice because that's creepy, but Stiles needed a ride home because Roscoe is in the shop, so she waited for him. Stiles was currently practicing his shots and kept bouncing the ball off of the goalies helmet. Isaac and Scott laugh at her friends attempts at making a goal. "He has an adorable laugh, beautiful heart, gorgeous face and he's snarky, just like me. We'd be a perfect match." She thinks again.

After a while Coach Finstock finally calls practice for the day Stiles trudges over to his friend.

"Good practice Stiles." Y/N says with a smile.

"Yeah, ok." Stiles snorts.

"Oh come on Mieczyslaw, you're human. Cut yourself some slack. Scott and Isaac are on werewolf steroids, so that's not really fair." Stiles looks at her for a second before nodding. He shoves his gloves in his bag then turns to her.

"Again with the first name. How many times do I have to tell you to stop saying that." He whines.

"For the rest of our lives Mieczyslaw. See, rolls right off the tongue." Y/N chuckles. "Anyways, did Isaac say anything to you about me?" She asks hopefully.Earlier, Y/N and Stiles made a deal, that if she gave him rides until his Jeep was finished, he'd ask Isaac about her.

"Yeah, he uh, said it was sweet of you to give me rides and you look nice today." Stiles says as he rips his cleats off. He doesn't want to do this, but Y/N really likes Isaac and he'd never be able to tell her no. Y/N blushes and looks down at the ground. "We should go. I have homework." Y/N nods and grabs her bag. She leads Stiles to her car and gets in after putting her bag in the backseat.

On the way to Stiles' house Y/N turns to him. "I feel like I should talk to him. Should I talk to him? It might be a bad idea." She rambles. Stiles looks over at her and smiles. They have a lot in common.

"You should. I think he likes you." He says.

"That or it's his flirty personality." Stiles thinks.

"Are you sure? I really like him and I don't want to screw everything up."

"I am 99.9% sure he has feelings for you too." Stiles sighs. After that Y/N pulls up in front of Stiles' house and he gets out immediately and throws a 'Thanks' over his shoulder. "Why can't she be in love with me." He mutters.

Y/N pulls away and starts thinking. "I feel confident. I should probably do this now." So she turns onto Scott's street.

§§§

Once she makes it to Scott's, after sitting in her car for a minute, making sure she looks ok, she walks up to the front door. She hears music coming from inside, so she rings the doorbell. After a minute she rings it again. After three minutes she puts her hand on the doorknob and turns it to find out it's unlocked. She walks in and closes the door behind her. Obviously the music is so loud Isaac can't even hear over it, even with his enhanced hearing. She follows the sound up to Isaac's door and knocks on it.

"Isaac, it's Y/N, can I come in?" After no one answers she gets worried and twists the handle to push the door open. Her eyes immediately land on Isaac on top of Allison, who is shirtless and has one bra strap off. They are making out. Y/N drops her keys that she'd held in her hand and puts her palm over her mouth. "Oh my god."

Isaac jumps up and looks over at her. He turns his music down and Allison covers herself up.

"Y/N, what the hell?! Don't you know how to knock?!" He yells.

Y/N bends down and grabs her keys quickly. "I did. I'm sorry. I-I rang the doorbell and no one answered and I got worried so I walked in and you didn't answer when I knocked so I thought you were hurt or something." She rushes.

"I'm fine. What do you want? I'm kind of busy here." Isaac replies in a cold tone.

He's never been like this.

Y/N stares at Isaac before opening her mouth. "Nice to know we feel differently about each other." She snarls. She turns and runs down the stairs. She slams the front door on her way out and her tires screech as she pulls away from the curb. All with tears running down her face.

§§§

"He lead me on! He acted like he had feelings for me! When does a boy ever give flowers to a girl he doesn't like?" Y/N rants to Stiles. Stiles just sits on his computer chair as she paces his room. "No guy will ever love me. Am I that bad?"

"I do." Stiles whispers, he didn't think she'd hear it, but of course in true Y/N Y/L/N fashion, she did.

"What was that?" She asks.

Stiles' eyes widen and he decides this is it.

He's finally going to tell her he loves her.

"I do. I love you!" He exclaims and pushes off of his chair. "So, pick me. Choose me. Love me." He says.

Y/N looks at him for a few seconds before dropping her eyes to the floor. "Stiles. I can't."

"Well there goes my heart."

Pack Christmas [Derek Hale] 🎄

Description: Derek and Y/N, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the pack Christmas Party.

Warnings: Arguing.

A/N: Day 1 of 12 Days of Christmas! Stay tuned for day 2! 

"Scott, what the hell?!" Y/N exclaims through the phone. She was in the middle of decorating her house for Christmas when the alpha called her to inform her that she and Derek Hale would be planning and setting up the second annual "McCall Pack Christmas Party".

"Please Y/N? We need to focus on finals and besides, you and Derek are like the packs parents!" Scott pleads.

"Scott, me and Derek barely get along." Y/N sighs as she sets a string of lights down on the floor to be untangled.

"But you work really well together. Remember when Cora and Boyd we're running through town? You guys did great that night."

"First of all, that was life or death. Second, the dude literally argues with me all of the time. Derek has made it very clear that he doesn't enjoy my presence, so if I'm going to do this, I'm better off doing it myself."

"Please, Y/N? Just try it and if it doesn't work out we'll just forget about it."

"Fine, but when everything goes sideways it's not my fault."

§§§

"Derek, come on. It's for the pack, not me!" Y/N exclaims.

They had decided to go to the store and buy decorations, and while they were getting garland to wrap around the handles to the stairs in her house. Normally she didn't do much decorating on the inside of the house but with the party being at her house she decided to go all out.

Derek, surprisingly hasn't been in a horrible mood since they started planning the party. Y/N thought he was sick at first, but then remembered werewolves don't get sick, so she doesn't know how to explain it.

Y/N suggested getting a real Christmas tree instead of the old fake one she has, but Derek decided to be difficult.

"The pack won't care." Derek deadpanned.

"Malia would love it because it reminds her of outside. Lydia loves the smell and authenticity. Scott and Stiles hate fake trees and Liam would absolutely love-." Y/N goes on until Derek cuts her off.

"You spoil those kids too much." He groans, finally giving in.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't."

§§§

On the way to the christmas tree farm, "Last Christmas" came on and Y/N quietly started singing it. Derek took his eyes off the road to look at her. She was beautiful. Derek always thought that from the first time they met to right now. She's always been beautiful. He's also always had a crush on her, but with all of the women he's been in a relationship with, he's been hurt by ninety-nine percent of them. He just thought it was best to push his feelings aside and distance himself, but Scott isn't helping him do that.

Once he parked his truck they started walking around the shops to see if there were any precut trees. Y/N turned a corner, saw a pin with reindeer in it and gasped.

"Derek! Can we go see the reindeer?!"

Derek looks at her for a few seconds while she looks at the reindeer. She has the biggest and brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen. His body warms at the sight. She's so happy, carefree, unlike most of the other times they are around each other.

"Yeah. Why not." Derek replies and walks over to the fence with her.

Immediately one of the baby reindeer walks over to them. Y/N puts her hand out and it rubs against her hand.

"Hi baby. You're so cute." She says in a baby voice. Derek smiles at her, yet again.

§§§

After they finished petting all of the animals Derek and Y/N made their way to the Christmas trees.

"You going to chop down the tree?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, I used to every year when my mom and sisters were still alive."

"My dad never let me." Y/N says as she looks down at her shoes. "He always said 'Can't let my babygirl cut her hands.'."

"Your dad was protective of you wasn't he?" Derek asks as they walk through the rows of trees.

"Yeah, after my mom left with her boyfriend I was all he had left. He didn't want me to play sports in school because he was so scared that I'd get hurt."

"My mom was like that, but she didn't want us to get hurt because then we would be exposed when we heal."

"I'd be the same way, especially because people can't accept it."

"Well I'm glad you have accepted it."

§§§

It was finally the day of the party, and Derek came over early in the morning to help Y/N set everything up and cook, which would take forever.

"Ok, so I made the stuff I could premake last night. The deserts are in the fridge, and there is stuff in crockpots that just needs turned on." Y/N says as she speed walks around her house. She's a perfectionist, so her house is spotless, and the decorations are to her liking, and it was snowing, so nothing could ruin today.

Derek opens the fridge to pull out the crockpots and sees that she wasn't kidding when she said she bought enough food to feed the United States Army.

"Well it's a good thing Scott and Stiles can eat."

Y/N just gives him a big smile before continuing on.

§§§

"Y/N. When are you and Derek going to accept the fact that you guys are in love with each other." Lydia asks as she stirs the hot chocolate.

"Lydia." Y/N hisses. "He can hear you."

Lydia just rolls her eyes, knowing Stiles is keeping Derek's ears occupied.

"Oh, come on. He looks at you with pure love and adoration. You know he only acts the way he does because he thinks he's protecting himself."

"Why would he need to protect himself from me?" Y/N asks as she finishes the mashed potatoes.

"Because you came along right after Laura was murdered." Lydia pauses. "He told me that you are Laura in a different body. It scares him and makes him sad." She admits.

Y/N snaps her eyes to Lydia's, finally realizing why he was so cold towards her. Everything anyone's told Y/N about Laura reminds her of herself.

"Why didn't he just say something to me, instead of picking arguments with me every time he sees me." Y/N asks quietly.

"Because like Lydia said. I was scared." Derek's voice cut through the Christmas music playing quietly in the kitchen. "I was scared I'd lose you, like I lost Laura, so I figured if you hated me I wouldn't feel this way about you. It never has and it never will work."

Lydia walks out of the kitchen and into the living room with everyone else.

"I'm sorry that you felt that way Derek. I never meant to make you upset." Y/N says.

"Don't apologize. If anyone's apologizing it should be me. I've treated you so badly all of these years when all you wanted to do was help all of them."

"You too." Y/N exhales. "I wanted to help you too."

"Well since Christmas is "The time of forgiveness", maybe you could forgive me?" Derek asks hopefully while coming closer to her.

"That's true, so you are forgiven." Y/N kisses his cheek.

"Now maybe my New Years Resolution should be to make you mine."

"I wouldn't be opposed."

Jingle Bell Rock [Derek Hale] 🎄

Description: Derek brings Y/N to meet the pack at Christmas dinner but has other plans up his sleeve.

Derek opened Y/N's car door for her before helping her get out so she didn't slip. This year everyone decided to meet up at in Evergreen, Montana to celebrate the Christmas holiday and it is absolutely beautiful, and there's a fresh coat of snow.

They rented out a huge cabin that was just outside of town, so they were able to have the peacefulness of the woods, the stores, and restaurants in town.

This is the first time the pack is meeting Y/N. Derek met her at the hospital while she was working and eventually they started dating. That was over a year ago but she is just now meeting everybody due to her busy schedule. She was lucky she could get the week off.

Derek and Y/N made their way up the steps onto the porch. Derek put the code provided to him in the door and let Y/N in first.

Which might have been a bad idea because as soon as she opened the door she was met by the stares of multiple people.

"You must be Y/N?!" Lydia exclaims as she goes over to bring the woman in for a hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Derek and Peter have told us a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope." Y/N jokes, returning the hug to the strawberry blonde.

"I don't think there is a bad thing to say about you babe." Derek says as he sets down a bag, "Guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. She's a Nurse Practitioner at the hospital back home, so this is her first real time off in a few years."

Everyone welcomes Y/N with open arms and of course, twenty-million questions.

Stiles wanted dirt on Derek.

Malia wanted to know about her favorite food.

Scott wanted to know about her nursing job.

Liam wanted to know if she played any sports.

And it just goes on.

§§§

Finally after a few hours and dinner Y/N and Derek were able to sneak off to their room and get settled.

"I like your friends. They're really sweet." Y/N comments as she puts some of her clothes in the drawer.

"They are. They're really nosy though." He laughs.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Y/N giggles and walks over to where he is standing in the connecting bathroom and wraps her arms around his torso. "They just want to make sure I am treating you right."

She presses a kiss to his back and Derek grips her hand. The tingling sensation going down his spine catching him off guard.

"You are most definitely treating me right." Derek turns around and brings her into his arms. "I'm glad you finally got to meet them."

"Me too." She agrees, "We should get ready for bed. I'm tired."

Derek's chest vibrates from his laughing.

"I knew you would be. Go get ready for bed. I will take care of the rest of this." He presses a kiss to her cheek before she goes out to the room to grab her pajamas and toiletry bag.

Derek leaves her to the bathroom and puts her bag in the closet.

Once he knows she is in the bathroom and busy he opens his suitcase. He pulls his clothes out and finds the little velvet box. He grabs it and places it in his nightstand.

"This is really happening."

§§§

After a week full of shopping, eating, baking, and fun activities it was finally Christmas day.

Derek had decided to take Y/N out that morning for breakfast.

He had packed the food, drinks and blankets into his truck before waking her up.

"Y/N." He whispers, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"Hm." She hums in response, rolling into his body.

"Let's go get some breakfast before they wake up."

Y/N perks up at the mention of food. Opening her eyes and looking at Derek.

"That got your attention." He chuckles.

"Breakfast? Everything is closed Der, it's Christmas." She asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Derek nods, "I made breakfast. We're taking it to go."

"Where are we going?"

"So many questions. It's a surprise sweetheart."

Derek gets up and pulls Y/N up with him.

"Do I have to dress nice, or can I wear sweats?"

"You can wear whatever you want. You can wear your pajamas even."

Y/N shakes her head and goes to the drawers.

"Not wearing my pajamas."

Derek stifles a laugh and moves towards the bedroom door.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

§§§

Derek drove Y/N out to a lake that the guys had went to for ice fishing. Its beautiful, surrounded by trees and a dock that goes out farther than normal.

They ate breakfast in the truck, since it's freezing outside, but as soon as they were done Derek suggested they walk out onto the dock.

He helped Y/N out of the truck and wrapped a heavy blanket around her.

He felt his pocket one last time before wrapping his arm around her and guiding her out to the dock.

The photographer had been hiding in the office building for the park until she saw the couple get out of the truck and go out to the dock.

She snuck out and was able to be in a somewhat concealed spot where she could see and get good pictures but wasn't seen easily.

Derek waited until Y/N was turned away from

him to get down on one knee.

"Why do you think this place looks like during the rest of the year?" She asks, turning towards him, but he's not standing up. "What-?"

Derek has the tiny velvet box in one hand and his other is reaching out for hers.

Y/N places her shaky hand in his and takes a deep breath.

"I know that our lives are crazy and things don't go as planned, but I truly believe our souls were made for loving each other. I was going to do this after the holidays but I couldn't wait any longer. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

Y/N can't get any words out because she is afraid her voice might fail her, so she nods and throws herself into Derek's arms.

"Is that a yes?!"

Y/N wipes her tears and laughs, "Yes!"

Derek pulls her in for a blazing kiss.

He couldn't believe she is actually going to be his wife.

He takes the ring out of the box and slides it into her finger.

"Do you like it?" He whispers.

Y/N nods and presses a kiss to his cheek, "It's beautiful Derek."

§§§

Finally, the couple got back the cabin.

They were immediately met by the group at the door and requests to see the ring.

"You did so good Derek!"

"It's beautiful!"

"Congratulations guys!"

Peter stepped through the crowd and brought his nephew in for a hug.

"Congratulations you two." He releases Derek and pulls Y/N in, "So can I call you Mrs. Hale now?"

Y/N laughs and nods.

"Sure Peter."

Derek smiles at the group and watches as they interact together.

"Okay guys, time to get Christmas dinner going."

"C'mon Sourwolf. We're celebrating!"

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she– did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

Magic Bullet 1x04

Episode 5

“If Derek isn't the Alpha... if he's not the one who bit you... then who did?” Stiles questions as their teacher passes out the graded tests they all took. Fallon rubs her eyes tiredly, exhausted from how late she stayed up going to see Derek. She doesn’t necessarily regret going, but now she feels an unnatural anger towards the man. He told her to stay out of the way. It’s unbelievable. All she wants to do is help and make sure no more people die, and yet he makes it seem as though she’s the problem.

“I don’t know,” Scott answers.

Stiles sighs and sits back in his seat for the briefest moment before thinking of another question and leaning forward, gently smacking Scott in the back with the back of his right hand. “Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?”

Scott whispers, “I don’t know.”

“Yes,” Fallon answers at the same time, a small yawn escaping her lips.

The two boys turn to look at her. She’s sitting next to Stiles in the row over. She freezes, realizing she just answered a question she shouldn’t even have any context to. Stiles narrows his eyes at her, “How do you know?”

She shrugs, trying to cover it up. “Just a hunch, I guess.”

“You’re lying,” Scott furrows his eyebrows. “I just heard your heart beat. It went up. How do you know?” He reiterates the question.

The brunette sighs. There’s no point in keeping it a secret, “I saw Derek last night…” she admits. “After the bus driver died, I wanted to know what was going on. So I went to hear it from him.”

“Are you stupid?!” Stiles scoffs, throwing his pencil at her. “What if he killed you, huh? Then what?”

“Well, I’m sitting right next to you so, I wouldn’t know,” she replies sarcastically.

“You shouldn’t have gone alone,” Scott scolds.

“You did,” Fallon points out incredulously, baffled by his hypocrisy.

“But I can protect myself in ways that you can’t,” he insists.

“Y’know I’m getting real tired of everyone assuming Stiles and I are useless just because we don’t have magical werewolf abilities,” she glares at him.

“I never said you were useless.”

“Okay!” Stiles whisper yells, stopping the argument from moving forward. “Moving on…” he turns his attention back to Scott. “Does Allison’s dad know about the Alpha?”

Scott, feeling overwhelmed by the mini argument with Fallon, along with the incessant questions from Stiles, loses his temper. “I don’t know!” He replies in a loud voice causing the teacher and pretty much every student in the class to look back at the three of them. He tries to play it off by looking out the window while Stiles sinks down into his chair. Fallon simply smiles fakely at the onlookers who turn away from the awkward situation.

Stiles is handed back his test first out of the three and is satisfied by the "A" he received. Fallon gets hers next, a small smirk on her face as she reads “A+” with a one-hundred percent written next to it. However, Scott sighs loudly when he's handed his, which has a “D-” written on it, Stiles leans forward to look at it and mutters sarcastically over Scott's shoulder, “Dude, you need to study more!”

Scott slams his test down on the desk, shooting Stiles a menacing glare. Stiles scoffs defensively, pushing himself away from Scott. “That was a joke, Scott,” he explains. “It’s one test! You’re gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?”

“Yeah, we can meet at my place tonight if you want,” Fallon suggests kindly, despite their previous argument. “We can make our own personalized pizza’s and stuff.”

Scott sighs, “No, I’m studying with Allison after school today.”

Stiles grins suggestively and pats Scott on the back proudly, “That’s my boy!”

Fallon rolls her eyes, kicking Stiles from across the way. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Boundaries.”

Scott nods along with Fallon, sending Stiles a pointed look, “We’re just studying.”

“Uh, no, you’re not,” Stiles scoffs, rubbing his shin where the angry brunette just kicked it.

Scott frowns in confusion, “No, I’m not?”

Stiles rolls his eyes in exasperation as though it’s obvious to what he’s referring to. “Not if I’m forced to live vicariously through you!” He exclaims. “If you go over to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I’ll have you de-balled.”

“You seriously need to get laid,” Fallon says to Stiles, taking out her book and burying her nose in it. Their teacher gave them the rest of the period off to do homework anyway.

“I’m well aware of that, thank you,” he replies as if what he said is a good comeback.

“Okay,” Scott looks at them with annoyed eyes. “Just... stop with the questions.”

Stiles nods with a grin, “Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha, or Derek…” he trails off, his eyes going unfocused as he remembers the intimidating man. No doubt recalling their last interaction in the back of the police cruiser. “Especially Derek… who still scares me…”

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Fallon makes her way over to the girls locker room after the last bell of the day. She likes being able to change in her own space for lacrosse practice because no one’s ever in here after school. The only time she usually has to share is with the off season soccer girls who only use it to get ready for training. The brunette walks over to one of the stalls, using the restroom before changing into her gear. She still has a headphone in, listening to her playlist to keep her mind occupied. She flushes the toilet before exiting the bathroom and washing her hands. She hums under her breath, watching as the water trickles down her skin.

“Holy shit!” She screams loudly when she looks into the mirror and sees a pale, almost dead looking Derek Hale standing behind her. He sways back and forth on his feet, his blue eyes looking more gray by the second. That’s when she notices the gaping bullet hole in his arm. Derek stumbles, almost falling to the floor, but Fallon rushes forward, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to hold him up. He’s a lot heavier than she thought. “What happened?” She asks, her voice laced with concern.

He grunts in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. “I was shot,” he manages to get out. Blood drips down his arm and off of his fingertips, leaking onto her shoes. She grimaces, but knows that her shoes are not the priority right now.

“I’m sorry, you got what?!” Her eyes widen as she moves frantically to have him sit down on one of the benches in the locker room. “By who?” She runs over to her locker, grabbing a spare shirt and a pair of scissors from her backpack. Her father’s words come into mind on how to take care of a gunshot wound. She cuts a long piece of fabric out of the material before going back over to Derek and creating a makeshift tourniquet. “By the way, this is gonna hurt, so brace yourself.”

“Wha–?” He lets out a low growl as she ties it as tightly as she can. The bleeding slowly slightly, but the wound still looks nasty. His eyes flash a bright blue for a moment before turning back to their normal color.

“Why aren't you healing?” She asks, looking over his form. A wound this small should’ve been nothing for the werewolf.

“I can’t,” he groans in pain. “It wasn’t a normal bullet. It’s different.”

“Like wolfsbane different?” She asks worriedly, remembering the different things she read in the book Stiles gave her.

Derek looks surprised by her second question, impressed by her knowledge. His head lulls forward and onto her shoulder, “Wolfsbane,” his voice turns into a whisper. “Need to find Scott. Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Fallon answers, lifting him off the bench with a grunt. “We don’t have the same last class.” She manages to get them over to the door and out into the hallway. She eyes him sadly, trying her hardest to get him outside. Her arm wraps around his waist as another method to keep him up and secure. He’s trying to help hold his own body weight, but it’s no use. He’s fading, and fast. “C’mon Derek, stay with me,” she mumbles.

They barrel out of the exit doors and Fallon stops, looking over all the heads of the students to try and find Scott. She huffs as the line of cars is long and completely backed up. There’s no way she can get him anywhere safely on her bike, but her eyes brighten when she notices the blue Jeep sitting at the front of the masses of cars.

“Okay, I’m not seeing Scott, but Stiles is right there,” she assures him, starting to drag his limp body over to the vehicle.

“No. Absolutely not,” Derek denies, trying not to go in the direction Fallon’s forcing him in. “I don’t want help from your spaz head of a boyfriend.”

Fallon sighs, rolling her eyes as she continues hauling him. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she corrects. “And unless you wanna brave it out on my motorcycle, this is the best option.”

Derek doesn’t have time to protest as Fallon stops them right in front of Stiles’ car. She puts her hand up to stop him from going and her best friend slams on his breaks. He throws his hands up in annoyance, mumbling something under his breath as he moves to get out of the car. Horns blare from every direction and that’s when Fallon feels Derek start swaying again. “No, no, no, no, don’t fall! Derek, don’t fall!”

“I’m falling,” he whispers. His body starts leaning backwards, too far backwards for Fallon to keep up. She tries to use one last surge of strength to force him up, but it’s too late. His body's stature is no match for her. They fall into the asphalt with a loud thump. Both of them groan in pain and Fallon gets up, lifting his head to put on her legs so he has some way of sitting up.

Scott apparently saw the whole ordeal from the bike rack. He rushes over to Stiles’ jeep where his two best friends are taking care of Derek. Stiles is clearly the most pissed one out of the three of them, peeved Derek stopped him from going to play video games.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asks, blocking Derek’s view from the agitated students. They don’t need to see a dying werewolf in the middle of the school parking lot.

He tries to move himself away from Fallon’s lap, but his limbs are all too limp to get very far. “I was shot,” he gasps out, pointing to the hole in his arm.

“He’s not looking so good, dude,” Stiles looks at him warily.

“I wonder why,” Fallon says sarcastically.

“Okay, you know what? Now is not the time,” Stiles narrows his eyes at her.

Scott frowns in confusion, inspecting the injury. “Why aren’t you healing?” He asks the same question Fallon did

“I can’t,” he huffs tiredly, giving up and collapsing fully into Fallon. Blood seeps from his arm and into her blue jeans and she has to look up in the sky to prevent herself from being disappointed at her now stained clothing. “It was- it was a different kind of bullet.” He repeats the same story he gave to Fallon.

Stiles perks up, all of his supernatural dreams coming true. “A silver bullet?”

“No, you idiot,” Derek snaps irritatedly.

Scott looks as if he just put together something super important, “Wait, wait– that's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours…”

Derek’s eyes widen in alarm, “What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?”

“The one who shot you,” Scott answers.

Suddenly, Derek is hit with a powerful wave of pain that causes his eyes to flash bright blue, the same way they did when Fallon put the tourniquet on him. He grimaces in agony. When he opens his eyes again, they're continuing to flash back and forth between his werewolf blue eyes and his human green eyes. Scott looks horrified, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching before he mutters at Derek forcefully, “What are you doing? Stop that!”

“Scott, I don’t think he can,” Fallon whispers urgently. “He can’t control it.”

The boy looks at Derek, placing his hands on his shoulders, “Derek, get up.”

The line of cars start to get more impatient. As soon as they see people starting to get out of their vehicles to approach them, they realize that they need to get out of there. Now. Scott pulls Derek to his feet, the man wobbling from the sudden force. He latches onto Fallon once more, the brunette grunts but wraps her arms around his midsection anyway to keep him steady. Once she was sure they could move without collapsing again, she got him inside of Stiles’ jeep, placing him gently in the passenger seat. She huffs, realizing she’ll have to leave her bike here, but there’s no way she’s going to let Stiles handle Derek in the jeep alone. He’ll just have to take her back for her motorcycle later.

Fallon sits comfortably in the back, Stiles getting into the driver’s side. Derek sticks his head out the window, “I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.”

Scott scoffs, “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asks, throwing his arms up.

“Because she’s an Argent,” he says. “She’s with them.”

Scott narrows his eyes, “Why should I help you?”

Fallon looks at him with an exasperated expression. Now is not the time for vendetta’s or looking for reasons to help someone. She sends her friend a begging look, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Because, you need me,” Derek answers in a weak voice.

Scott looks over and sees a confused Allison walking toward them and decides to wrap up this scene as quickly as possible, “Fine,” he sighs. “ I'll try.” Scott turns to look at Stiles, who's expression makes it clear that he's feeling very put-out at the moment. “Hey, get him out of here.

Stiles shoots Scott a death-glare, “I hate you for this, so much.” Stiles puts the car into drive and sets off just as Allison comes up. They’re speeding out of the parking lot, happy to get away from the angry crowd that started forming around them.

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Stiles drives the injured wolf and Fallon in his jeep. There’s a tense silence surrounding them, Derek grunting in pain while Stiles shoots him angry side glances. Fallon taps her foot impatiently as she stares at her text message thread with Scott. She has to have texted him at least eight times in the past twenty minutes. She doesn’t mean to rush, but this situation seems pretty dire. Like go there, find it, make up an excuse and leave kind of situation. Not go have a whole dinner with her family.

“What the hell is taking him so long?” Fallon grumbles, tossing her phone to the seat next to her. Her frustration is evident which only gets worse when Stiles smirks at her through the rear view mirror.

“Maybe he’s busy…” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Y’know gettin’ busy.”

Fallon cringes at the innuendo, “Are you serious right now?” She scolds him.

“Stop talking,” Derek seethes, closing his eyes tightly. They stopped flashing between blue and green which is a good sign, but the low growl in his voice is enough to make her sink back into her seat.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles defends himself. “Maybe he hasn’t done anything because he’s having fun. Which is what we should be doing rather than lugging dead wolf meat around,” he chides. That stupid smile appears on his face again, “I mean, I could totally see him and Allison–”

“Stop!” Derek shouts at the spastic boy, dangerously close to striking him in the back of the head.

“Okay, you don’t need to be yelling,” Fallon directs at Derek, staring at him through the mirror. “So why don’t you stop talking and sit there squirming in pain.”

He looks back at her, fury in his irises. “Shut up.”

“Hey, you need us a hell of a lot more than we need you,” Fallon narrows her eyes. “You came to me to save your ass, remember that? You’re the one bleeding out.”

Stiles nods, “Yeah, and uh speaking of that, try not to get it all over my seats, kay? We’re almost there anyway.”

“Almost where?” Derek hisses, turning his attention away from the brunette in the back. His hand is still covering the wound, blood slowly seeping onto his fingers. The tourniquet is still doing its job of slowing down the bleeding, but judging by his half-lidded eyes, it’s not going to do any good for much longer.

“Your house,” Stiles says, his voice calmer than it was a second ago. He slows to a stop when the traffic light ahead turns red. There’s no one else on the road with them which makes having Derek in the car less difficult. No one to explain their actions to.

“What?” Derek’s head snaps over the boy. “No, you can’t take me there.”

Stiles looks at him incredulously, “I can’t take you to your own house?”

“Not when I can’t protect myself!” Derek argues.

Stiles huffs angrily before turning his wheel roughly. He pulls off to the side of the road, turning off the jeep as he faces Derek fully, his nostrils flaring. “All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?”

“Not yet,” Derek shakes his head.

“I’d really prefer it if you didn’t,” Fallon mumbles.

“I have a last resort,” he reveals, groaning loudly when another wave of pain hits him.

“What do you mean? What last resort?” Stiles yells.

Derek pulls his sleeve up fully, exposing the wound in all its glory. Fallon hadn’t seen the whole thing, only what his ripped shirt permitted. Stiles flinches violently from the sight while gagging, “Oh, my God. What is that?” He averts his gaze, looking out the window. “Oh, is that contagious?” He gasps. “You know what, you should probably just get out.”

“Stiles start the damn car!” Fallon yells at him. “He’s dying, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need you making a bigger deal of it.”

“Listen to your girlfriend,” Derek adds menacingly.

“Again, not dating,” she points between her and Stiles.

“Hey! Alright, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

Silence.

“Start the car… or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth,” Derek growls menacingly.

The two boys stare at each other for a solid minute or so before Stiles finally reaches for the keys, sliding them into the ignition. Fallon exhales softly, melting into her seat as she thanks whatever force out there stopped a fight between Stiles and a man twice his size.

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Fallon bites her nails anxiously as she and Scott text back and forth. Derek’s not looking too good, Scott. Have you found anything?

His response comes back short. Need more time. She puffs out an irritated breath. That’s the only response she’s gotten from him in about two and a half hours. The sun is already set and it’s starting to become dark out. The sky was an ombré of red, orange, yellow, and blue as the night approaches. Fallon feels terrible for Stiles and the fact he had a full tank before this fiasco started. They’ve been driving around all day. They had no idea where to take Derek. Stiles’ house was obviously a no go as his dad is the sheriff and would probably lose his mind if he found out Derek had been there. They can’t take him to Scott’s either as Melissa would freak out if they snuck in unannounced again.

“Why can’t we just take him to your place?” Stiles suggests.

Fallon shakes her head, “My dad’s off tonight.”

“But he’s fine with Scott and I being there all the time,” Stiles shrugs.

“Because he knows you both,” Fallon counters. “We could probably get away with it if your dad didn’t tell him about all the crime life here,” she sighs. “But he does. So my dad knows what the almost dead werewolf here looks like,” she says, eyeing up the man in the passenger seat. “And let’s just say he wouldn’t exactly be keen on having an almost murderer in his house.”

“Thanks,” Derek shoots a glare her way.

“I’m not the one who reported you to the sheriff,” she reminds him. “Your issues are with him,” she points to Stiles, “and your bestie beta who’s currently finding the magical bullet to save your life.”

“I am going to claw your eyes out if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” his eyes flash blue in her direction.

“Take my ears off while you’re at it,” she suggests sarcastically. “That way I won’t have to hear you complain about everything.”

“I’m so confused whether you like each other or not,” Stiles furrows his eyebrows.

“Not,” Derek answers while Fallon says, “It’s complicated,” at the same time.

The two passengers jerk to the side as Stiles rapidly pulls over once more. He picks up his phone too fast, almost dropping it in the process as he brings it up to his ear. “Oh thank God,” he breathes out. “Did you find anything… Well, what are we supposed to do with him?” He groans.

Fallon leans forward, gripping Stiles’ chair, “What’s he saying?”

Stiles swats her away like a mother would her child. Fallon scrunches her eyebrows, leaning back in her seat offended. “And, by the way, he’s starting to smell,” there’s a short pause. “Like death.”

Derek sends Stiles a withering glance before turning to look at Fallon, “Do I really smell like death?” He questions.

“Are you sure you want me to answer?” She snarks with a quirked brow. “Wouldn’t wanna make you claw my eyes out or anything,” she mocks his previous statement. Derek clenches his fists as he stares at her and she just smiles fakely. “And yes, you do smell like death.”

“Yeah, and they won’t stop arguing like freakin’ children. I feel like I’m running a daycare here. They got along for like the first hour and then all hell broke loose,” Stiles complains. Both Fallon and Derek resist the urge to physically harm the boy in some way. The crease in Stiles’ forehead deepens at whatever Scott says, “What about your boss?”

Stiles throws his head back into his chair before holding the phone out for Derek to take, “You’re not gonna believe where he’s asking me to take you.”

Derek ignores him, taking the chance to talk to Scott. “Did you find it?” He waits for Scott to explain what he’s been doing for the past almost three hours. “Look, if you don’t find it, then I’m dead, all right?… Then think about this-- the Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, either you kill with him, or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.”

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The jeep rolls up to the animal clinic, taking one of the many empty parking spaces by the back entrance. Fallon tells Stiles to go find the key to unlock the building and that she’ll get Derek. She runs around to the passenger side, opening the door for the man. They resume their position from earlier at the school, his arm haphazardly draped over her shoulders and her arms securely fastened around his waist . She drags him towards the door, Stiles holding it open as his phone buzzes with another message from Scott.

“Please tell me he found something,” she begs, panting heavily as she goes to set him down in the back room.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Maybe…” He looks up from his device to glance at Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” He asks.

Derek nods, his head flopping slightly so Fallon lifts it up. “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?” Fallon queries as they finally reach the table. She pushes his body against it so she’s not holding him up entirely on her own.

Derek looks up at her weakly, “ ‘Cause I’m gonna die without it.”

Fallon’s heart drops into her stomach, “Crap…” she mumbles with a shaky exhale. She turns to look at Stiles, “Tell him to get here. Now.”

The threatening sound in her voice has Stiles scrambling to send Scott the message, informing him of the scary look on Fallon’s face. Derek begins tearing off hit clothing, ripping off his leather jacket smoothly before pulling his shirt with one hand over his head. He discards them by throwing them across the room before collapsing against the table once more. He lays his arm out for display, the bullet hole being a strange blue color, no doubt a reaction from the wolfsbane that’s slowly inching towards his heart. The blood dripping out of him is now black while the same color veins stretch up his arm from the wound.

Stiles bites his fist at the sight, gagging as he tries not to vomit all over the place. “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of,” he waves off optimistically, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Fallon smacks him, “We are not leaving him, Stiles. He’s dying.” She shuffles through Destin’s things, trying to find some sort of surgical tool. “What we should do is get the bullet fragments out and try to stitch it up.” Working in the hospital has some perks. She might not legally be allowed to perform such a procedure, but nothing about this screams concern for legality.

“That won’t work,” Derek shakes his head which stops her from looking. “It’s already in my system. When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me,” he breathes out.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” He snarks sarcastically.

“Why don’t you try being shot in the arm,” Fallon quips back at her friend.

Stiles throws his hands up with an exhausted scoff, “Who’s side are you on?! One minute you’re arguing with him and telling him to die, the next you’re yelling at me! Make up your damn mind!”

Derek rips off Fallon's tourniquet, interrupting their argument as he attempts to replace it with a blue elastic band. She watches as he goes to tie it with his mouth and stops him. He glares at her as she takes it from him, a glare which she reciprocates before helping him put it in the same spot the other was. “If Scott doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort,” he pants while looking through the drawers.

“Which is what?” Fallon questions.

He pulls out a small saw making her and Stiles grow paler than him. “You’re gonna cut off my arm.”

“Me?!” Fallon shouts, about ready to go along with Stiles’ plan and run out of there.

“No,” he denies before glancing at freckles. “Stiles.”

“What?!” He screams the same way Fallon did. “No. No, no, no, no, no, that’s not fair! Why do I have to do it? She’s more heartless than I am, she can do it,” he points.

Fallon scoffs and goes to rip him a new one, but Derek cuts her off. “No, Fallon needs to hold me down.”

“Why can’t I do that?” Stiles throws his arms up.

“Because looking between the two of you, I can tell her arms won’t snap if I start to push back,” Derek insults. “I need someone with muscle to be able to keep me from squirming.”

Stiles looks more than offended, “I- I have muscle,” he counters.

Derek sends him a pointed look which makes the boy shrink in on himself. Fallon takes a nervous step forward, standing next to Derek as she gets ready to hold him down. I’ll just close my eyes, she tells herself. I won’t get nightmares. This’ll be fine.

“What if you start begging me to let go and it’s too late?” She asks him, her concerns growing with every second she stares at the saw.

“That’s not gonna happen,” he answers.

“How do you know?” She scoffs. The black veins in his arm are starting to become much more prominent. “What if you try to tell me to let go because you’re bleeding out and I don’t hear you? Then you die from getting your arm sawed off. I don’t want to watch you die.”

Derek leans further into the table, “It’ll heal if it works.”

Stiles eyes the saw with a sickly expression. He swallows thickly, shaking his head. “Look, I don’t know if I can do this,” he admits, his overactive imagination not doing him any favors.

“Why not?” Derek says impatiently.

Stiles looks at him like he’s stupid, “Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!” He lists off exasperatedly.

“You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asks incredulously.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles screeches in response.

“All right, fine. How about this– either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head,” Derek threatens.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats any–” Derek cuts him off by yanking him forward by the collar of his shirt. Stiles’ eyes widen as he tries to get out of his hold. “Oh, my God!” He gasps. “Okay. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it.”

Derek let’s go of him, the boy pushing himself away from the older werewolf. He turns to say something to Fallon, but she can see the distant look on his face. “Derek, what’s wrong?” She asks attentively. Instead of answering, his cheeks puff out and he lurches forward. Her eyes widen and she tries to take a step back, covering her face with her arms. His mouth flies open and black projectile vomit comes out of his mouth, splattering all over her. She gasps as the hot liquid drips down her body.

Fallon exhales with a small whimper. She shakes her hands, some of the vomit flinging off of her fingers. “It’s fine…” she tries to convince herself. “Everything’s fine… I didn’t even like this shirt anyway.”

Stiles' jaw hits the floor, his own bile rising in his throat. “Holy God, what the hell is that?!”

Fallon turns to Stiles, her facial expression is blank. “Stiles,” she wipes her cheek. “Do what he says.”

“But–” he goes to point at the saw.

“Now!” She screams at him. Despite the vomit all over her, she walks behind Derek and gets a good grip on him. She holds his arm in place and glares at Stiles, “Do it, now.” She orders, nodding towards the saw.

He grabs the saw for a moment before looking up to protest, “Look, honestly, I don’t think I can–”

“Just do it!” Derek and Fallon yell at the same time.

Stiles jumps at how scary their symphony of voices sound together. “Oh, my God. Okay, okay…” He starts the saw, a loud sound accompanying it. He starts putting it towards Derek’s arm, “Oh, my God.... All right, here we go…”

“Stiles! Fallon!” Scott’s voice rings through the clinic.

“Scott?” Stiles looks hopeful, glancing away from the death tool in his hand.

When Scott runs in, the first thing he sees is Fallon practically pinning Derek down while Stiles holds a miniature saw to his arm. His lopsided jaw goes slack, “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Stiles turns the saw off, stepping away from it with a relieved smile. “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares,” he thanks his best friend.

Fallon steps away from Derek, every step she takes coming with a small ‘squelch’ sound. “Speak for yourself,” she grumbles.

The older man looks at Scott eagerly, “Did you get it?” He asks, searching for any sign of the bullet.

Scott reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bullet and handing it to Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?” The brunette girl asks, wiping her face off with a towel she found near one of the kennels.

Derek holds the bullet up, “I’m gonna–” he stumbles, his speech much weaker. “I’m gonna–” Out of nowhere, the cure Scott worked so hard to find falls out of his fingers. Derek collapses, hitting the ground roughly as Scott and Stiles try to go after the bullet.

Fallon drops to her knees, eyes going wide as she stares at Derek’s unconscious form. She cups the side of his face with her right hand, shaking his shoulder with the other. He doesn’t move. “Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!” She pleads. Scott and Stiles are babbling in the distance, but she can’t understand a word they’re saying as her entire focus is on the almost dead man below her. Her eyes scan his body and her breath hitches when she notices his chest isn’t rising. She puts her fingers to his neck trying to find any sign of a pulse. It’s there, but not very strong. The weakest pulse she’s felt. Fallon wracks her brain for any kind of medical information she’s learned from the hospital to wake him up.

Her eyes lighten up as she leans forward, opening his mouth to see if there is any blockage. She notices chunks of the black vomit he spat at her earlier blocking his airway. She sticks her pointer and middle finger in his mouth, swiping out the liquid. She then quickly turns him on his side before putting her hand into a fist and hitting him in the back as hard as she can. His eyes shoot open, blue flashing across them as he coughs more blood on Fallon. She cringes but keeps patting his back to make sure all of it leaves his system.

“I got it!” Scott screams. “I got it!”

Stiles looks at Fallon with shock on his face, “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“The hospital,” she utters out quickly, bringing Derek to his feet. “I’ve seen Melissa do it on a choking baby. Obviously with much less force, but same principle.”

“Give me–” Derek gasps in pain as he takes the bullet from Scott’s hand, biting off the tip to expose where the gunpowder is. He empties it into his hand before pushing it forcefully into the wound. He howls loudly as blue smoke starts floating up from the gunshot hole. His face turns red as he falls back to the floor, writhing around in pain. His back arches upwards as he tries to fight against screaming anymore than he already has. Fallon watches in awe as his wound begins to heal at a rapid pace, the black veins slowly disappearing until the injury is completely gone.

“That… was… Awesome!” Stiles exclaims with a clap of his hands. He pumps his fist in the air as if they just got off of an amusement park ride. “Yes!”

“I’m gonna hit you,” Fallon tells him blatantly. Stiles’ face falls, but he knows better than to continue testing her. She walks closer to Derek, sticking her hand out to help him off the floor. “Are you okay?” She asks genuinely.

Derek accepts her offer, using her to get himself up. “Well, except for the agonizing pain…” he says sarcastically.

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health,” Stiles comments, crossing his arms. Derek sends a death stare his way making Fallon rolls her eyes as she moves away from him and over to where Stiles is standing.

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that?” He instructs Derek. “And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything–” the threat is cut off by Derek who looks absolutely appalled by what he just said.

“You’re gonna trust them?!” He narrows his eyes. “You think they can help you?”

Scott shrugs his shoulders, “Well, why not?” He yells loudly. “They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are!”

Derek surges forward angrily, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

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Fallon sighs tiredly as she parks her motorcycle in front of her house. Her eyes are practically closing as she trudges through the front door. Stiles had taken her back to the School to get her bike after Derek took Scott to show him how “evil” the Argents are. She closes the front door, a small click echoing behind her.

“Where have you been?”

Fallon flinches as the light to the living room suddenly flicks on. Michael is sitting in his chair in the living room, a book in his lap with a reading lamp sitting beside him. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

“I asked you a question,” he says. “Where have you been? It’s two in the morning.” His voice is more than just concerned or worried. He’s disappointed.

Fallon places her helmet on the kitchen counter before turning back to her dad, “I was out with Scott and Stiles,” she answers.

“Doing what?” He continues questioning. “You all know there’s a police enforced curfew, right? None of you should be out this late, especially on a school night,” he crosses his arms as he walks over to his daughter. “You didn’t text, call, nothing. I had no idea where you were. Now, normally I don’t care because I know you’re responsible, and ninety percent of the time you’re with the boys. But with everything that’s going on, the murders, the dead bodies, you need to start being more communicative.”

“Dad, all we did was drive around,” she defends. “Stiles wanted to go get food and stuff after school, so we went and did that and just hung out around town.”

“Really?” He asks, disbelieving every word coming out of her mouth. “Just eating and driving around?”

“Yes,” she shrugs.

“Then why not shoot me a text?” He lifts an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s too hard, do you?”

“No,” she sighs, getting tired of this conversation already. “I’m sorry. Next time I plan on being out late, I’ll let you know what I’m doing.”

“Oh no,” Michael shakes his head. “There will be no next time. From now on, you will be home by the enforced curfew time. If the boys want to come over and stay the night, you know I have no problem with that. But you will not leave this house anytime after that, do you understand me?”

Fallon scoffs, “Dad, are you serious?” She says upsetly.

“Dead serious young lady,” he nods. “I don’t want to leave my shift at the hospital getting a call from Noah saying that they found my daughter's dead body somewhere in the woods. It’s dangerous out there, Fallon. I’m not going to allow you to engage in reckless behavior. I’m your father. It’s my job to keep you safe. You might hate me now, but it’s for the best,” he shuts his lamp off, setting his book back on their shared bookshelf in the living room. “You can complain about me all you want to the boys, but I’ve made up my mind,” he walks over towards the stairs before glancing back at his daughter. “Now go to bed. You still have school in the morning. You get to deal with the consequence of being tired.”

She watches after her father, shock written all over her face. She just saved a man’s life and pretty much got grounded at the same time. Michael is a very easy going parent. She got lucky in the dad department, and she knows that. Seeing and hearing him talk to her like that isn’t common. They usually don’t have issues to this extent. They have a mutual trust. But if he’s really that worried that he’s willing to confine her to the house, she’s going to have to listen to him.

Or get a lot more creative on how to sneak out.

fandoms I write for (ask for anyone although I may have some exceptions):

marvel

outer banks

friends

through my window

vampire diaries

teen wolf

50 shades

twilight

harry potter

fresh

pretty little liars

stranger things

maze runner

wild child

hunger games

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Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

David Rossi

Emily Prentiss

Jeniffer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

GREYS ANATOMY

Derek Shepherd

Mark Sloan

Meredith Grey

Cristina Yang

Alex Karev

Callie Torres

George O'Malley

Lexie Grey

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I’m not her

*Your POV*

You were in the living room, browsing through the DVD collection. Your twin sister Lydia was out with her annoying boyfriend Jackson. There was a mutual dislike between you and Jackson, anyone could see that. You finally decided on The Hunger Games and put it in the DVD player. You plopped yourself down on the couch and got ready to start watching it, when the doorbell rang.

Sighing to yourself, you got up and opened the door. You expected it to be Lydia, coming back from her date. What you didn’t expected to find was Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Allison, a girl from your gym class, who you believed was called Erica, and a roughly 25 year old stranger wearing a leather jacket.

Before you could say anything, they all piled into the house and went into the kitchen. You closed the door and slowly made your way towards them. As soon as you entered, the 25 year old started talking.

“We know you’re the Kanima.”

You stared at them, confused. “The what?”

“Don’t play stupid with us. We know what you are, so stop pretending.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You said, shaking your head.

Allison came up to you and put her hand on your shoulder. “Lydia, you can tell us the truth. I won’t let them hurt you.”

“You’ve got it wrong, I’m not- Wait a minute. How can they hurt me?” You asked, cutting yourself off.

You didn’t get a verbal reply. Instead, Erica and Isaac growled and their eyes flashed yellow. Your mouth dropped open, and you stared at them in shock.

“What the hell?” You half-shouted.

Allison frowned slightly, glancing over at Scott and Stiles.

Scott stepped towards you. “Lydia? You remember that Isaac, Erica, Derek and I are werewolves, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, when you heard the front door open.

“Y/N! I’m back!” Lydia shouted. The group turned to you in a mixture of shock and horror.

“You’re not Lydia...” Stiles said.

“Well that’s kinda obvious now, isn’t it.” You replied, still slightly confused.

Lydia walked into the kitchen and frowned.

“What’s going on?”

If any of you are thinking of committing suicide, please don’t. There are always other options. Talk to someone, tell them how you feel. I’m here for everyone. You can be anonymous, just talk to someone. Don’t give up.

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Pack Mum

Each pack member has a different role. Scott is the leader and optimist. Derek is the fighter and inspires bravery to the rest of the group. Stiles brings the humour and stress-relief. Malia gives a sense of honesty and loyalty. Kira radiates innocence in the dark and twisted world and Lydia is the brains behind every operation. 

As for Y/N, she has the most important role. She is the pack mum. She’s the one that comforts everyone after deaths of friends and family, the one that looks after them when they’re sick and is always there to rely on.

Whenever anyone in the pack feel sad or angry, Y/N stays with them, letting them rant at her or cry into her shoulder, until all the negative emotions have disappeared and are replaced with a sense of happiness and calmness.

If there’s a class that one of them is failing, or there’s a test that they need to study for, Y/N helps them study and tests them until they feel confident enough to do well. If there’s a problem they don’t know how to solve, she guides them through it step-by-step.

If someone goes through a bad breakup, Y/N will turn up at their house with ice cream, DVDs and assorted items to make cheer them up and make them laugh, even if it means staying awake until 2 am with them, letting them cry and say how stupid their ex is.

Y/N cooks for the pack at Thanksgiving and Christmas, with the help of Melissa and makes sure that everyone has somewhere to stay. She repairs their clothes when they get torn and helps tend to their slower-healing wounds, because when werewolves get into fights, they don't come out looking runway ready.

Y/N makes sure that they all have the necessary things, whether it is for fighting werewolves, or tackling a maths test. She organises pack meetings and makes sure that no-one is left out. If there is any tension between two pack members, Y/N makes sure they sort it out. She organises ‘pack relaxation days’ after a few days of supernatural problems. These relaxation days vary from trips to the beach to picnics in the woods, or just hanging out and watching films all day.

So, it’s no surprise that when there’s a fight, the pack protect Y/N more than they protect themselves, and is she’s sick; they’ll all cancel their plans to look after her. Even if they don’t admit it, everyone knows that without Y/N, everything would fall apart.

It's an old trick - Liam Dunbar

Requested by Anonymous: ‘Could you please do an imagine where the reader is Liam’s girlfriend and she’s a computer hacker and no one knows until they have to hack into something and the reader shows off her hacking skills and they are all impressed.’

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You’re on your way home from school when your phone starts ringing. You pull it out of your pocket and hold it up to your ear, without looking at who it is.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Oh, hey LiLi! How can I help?” You ask, recognising your boyfriend’s voice almost instantly.

“Can you come over to Lydia’s quickly? We’ve found out about a load of files and we need everyone there.”

“Sure thing, I’ll be there in a minute.” You reply, then hang up.

After sending a message to your mum to tell her that you’re at a friend’s house, you set off towards Lydia’s house, where you find the rest of the pack when you arrive.

“Hey guys. What’ve I missed?” You asked, putting your bag down and walking over to them.

“Well, there’s good news, and there’s bad news.” Stiles said.

“Isn’t there always.” You mutter quietly to yourself, momentarily forgetting that most of the pack can hear you and receiving a few smiles.

“The good news is we’ve found some files that contain all of the information we need.” Scott says.

“And the bad news?” You ask, coming up with possible replies in your head.

“They’re all heavily protected and none of us can hack into them.” Lydia finishes.

“I can try.” You offer, deciding it was pointless to keep your skill hidden any longer.

“Look, we appreciate the offer, but I don’t think your computer skill are quite at this level yet Y/N.”

You laugh slightly and gently nudge Lydia off the seat. You sit down and crack your knuckles.

“Let’s see then…” You mutter, clicking around the page. After a few seconds, you start typing quickly on the keyboard.

“Y/N, what are you-” Liam starts to ask, but you stop him by holding up a finger, your gaze not moving from the screen.

5 minutes later, you unlock all the files and sit back in the chair, smiling to yourself. You turn around to see the pack staring at you in a mixture of shock and awe.

“How did you do that?” Kira asks in amazement.

“It’s an old trick I picked up when I was 8. It’s actually quite easy when you know what you need to do. It’s just a matter of figuring out what kind of firewall it is.” You reply, smirking slightly.

“Well, that’ll be useful in the future.” Stiles says. You laugh gently, when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders.

“That was amazing.” Liam says, smiling.

“Why thank you Liam.” You reply smiling. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back home, I’m on babysitting duty tonight.” You say, standing up.

The pack just nod, and you press a quick kiss to Liam’s cheek before giving everyone a two-fingered salute and leaving.

Unexpected revelation

You’re in your room, reading your favourite book, when your phone starts ringing. Groaning you reach over to pick it up, this was supposed to be your day off. You quickly glance at the name on the screen. Stiles.

“What?” You ask, not bothering to greet him.

“Oh hey Y/N. What a nice greeting you’ve got.” He replies. You roll your eyes.

“Hello Stiles. What do you want?”

“Can’t I just call because I want to talk to you?” He asks innocently.

“Well considering you saw me 2 hours ago at school, I’m guessing there’s another reason for your call.”

“Good point. Anyway, can you come over to Derek’s place real quick?”

“I though I was having the day off and being a normal teenager. What if I already have plans?” You remark.

You hear him scoff at the other end. “Y/N, knowing you, you’re probably lying on your bed, by yourself reading a book. I highly doubt that you have any plans.”

You groan again. “Fine. I’’ll be over in 5 minutes.”

“Thanks Y/N!” You hang up and grab your jacket and put on your shoes.

“Mum! I’m going to a friend’s house!” You shout. You hear a reply of ‘Okay honey’ before grabbing your keys and leaving the house.

After a 5 minute walk, you arrive at Derek’s apartment. You ring the bell and wait for someone to let you in. When the door opens, you see Stiles.

“This had better be good Stilinski.” You tell him, walking into the apartment.

You go into the lounge area to see the rest of the pack sitting there, except for Allison. You sit down next to Lydia and look at everyone expectantly.

“Well?” You ask, gesturing for them to start with your hand.

“You see… The thing is…” Scott starts.

“Spit it out Scott!” You say, getting a bit frustrated.

“The alpha pack have got Erica and Boyd locked in the old bank vault. We think they’re going to make them attack each other.” He blurts out.

“What?! The alpha pack have Boyd and Erica?!” You ask in shock. You just receive a nod from Scott, Stiles and Derek.

“Oh, come on. Like is hasn’t been hard enough to find them, now there’s a pack of alpha werewolves stopping us from saving them!” You half-yell, getting more and more frustrated.

“Loups-garous stupides tout gâcher! Pourquoi ne peuvent-ils pas aller faire chier quelqu’un d’autre?” You yell. You see the pack’s faces scrunch up in confusion and slight shock, except for Derek, who sits up in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

“Y/N? What did you just say?” Scott asks, but you ignore him.

“ Il est comme toute créature surnaturelle a consacré leur vie à la baise jusqu'à la nôtre!” You add, your hands waving around. This just confuses the pack more, and they’re about to ask you what you said again, when something unexpected happens. Derek laughs.

Everyone turns towards him in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“That was quite the speech, Y/N.” He says, a smile on his face.

“You understood what she said?” Lydia asks. Derek nods. “What was it?”

“I don’t think you want to know exactly what she said, it could do with some censoring.” You laugh, feeling a lot calmer after your outburst.

“Since when did either of you speak French?” Isaac asks.

“I’ve been able to speak French since I was 10.” You admit, still smiling.

“Well, that was an unexpected revelation.”

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Actress

Your favourite part about being an actress is the friends you make through your job and the fun memories you make with them. You’ve had a lot of roles in your career, your favourite role without a doubt is your current role on the TV show Teen Wolf.

Right from the start you knew that you were going to be in for a strange, yet amazing ride. You were right about it being amazing, and you were definitely right about it being strange, especially the bloopers reels. Although the bloopers reels are mostly made up of Tyler Posey and Dylan O'Brien, you’ve definitely contributed to them.

For instance, the night when the entire cast was dancing in your trailer to various songs (including Let It Go) at 2 o'clock in the morning because someone (Dylan O'Brien) had decided it would be a good idea to give everyone a ton of sugary food, causing everyone to be on a massive sugar rush.

Another example is when you were shooting a serious scene with Holland and you were walking into a cafe, when ‘Uptown Funk’ started playing, causing you to both stop acting and start singing and dancing along.

Not only did you contribute to the bloopers reels, you were one of the biggest pranksters on set too. You even managed to prank Dylan and Posey a few times.

Your pranks ranged from simple things, like hiding in trailers and jumping out at people when they came in, to complex pranks, usually including a creepy mask, an airhorn and a lot of silly string.

One of your favourite pranks was when you managed to prank the whole cast in one day. You somehow managed to convince the hair, makeup and costume people to help you too.

Your first target was Dylan. Because he is a heavy sleeper, you managed to fill his entire trailer with balloons, silly string and various strategically placed airhorns.

Next was Holland. Knowing how much she loves her dog, you borrowed some temporary neon green hair dye from the hair trailer, snuck into Holland’s trailer, picked up her dog, took him to your trailer and gave him a ‘nice bath’. You quietly put him back in her trailer and poured away the now green water.

You decided that you would prank the two Tylers together, so you set up a romantic picnic site and set a trail of post-it notes from each of their trailers, leading them to it, with the last one saying ‘Now kiss! (Sorry I ate the food)’.

Arden and Crystal were up next, you decided to go for a simple wardrobe swap prank, taking all of their clothes and putting them in each other’s wardrobes. In the costume trailer, you hid all of their costumes amongst everyone else’s costumes.

Last but not least, Daniel. You were going to prank him, but it was almost his birthday and he looks so adorable when he’s happy, so you decided to do something nice to him. You got a hamper basket from props and filled it with tea bags, rich tea biscuits, crunchies and other assorted British items.

Safe to say, when everyone had been pranked, they weren’t too happy, with a scream of horror coming from Holland’s trailer, a lot of popping from Dylan’s trailer, a few shouts of confusion from Crystal and Arden’s trailers and a loud 'What the hell?!’ from the picnic site.

When everyone realised it was you who did all of the pranks, they started to come up with a prank of their own, with the exception of Daniel, who gave you a thank you hug and said he would protect you from their pranks. That was a great day for you, and would be one of the days you’ll remember forever.

Sorry boys, she’s taken - Malia Tate/Hale

Requested by kaitlynn-is-a-penguin: ‘Hi, could you do prompt 17 with Malia please?’

Sentence prompts here!

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*Your POV*

Ever since Scott turned Malia back from a coyote to a human, you and Stiles had been helping her adjust back and teaching her how to act ‘normally’. Due to the long amount of time the two of you had spent together, a connection formed and, a few months later, the two of you started dating.

Seeing as Malia was still getting used to life as a teenager, you decided to keep it quiet in public, with only the pack knowing. As a result of your relationship being a secret, there were still guys at school coming up to you two separately and flirting with you. After a while, it grew tiring and you wished that you could get them to stop somehow.

The problem was only added to by the fact Malia wasn’t completely able to tell the difference between flirting and friendly chit-chat, meaning  that she often thought they were just being nice and returned a few of the compliments. You weren’t the jealous type, but it irritated you how close these other guys were getting to her without her realising.

So far, none of the guys had directly asked her out on a date which made you slightly more relaxed about the whole situation. However, one day you were at you locker when you saw the group of guys that usually flirted with Malia across the hallway.

Using your werewolf hearing, you listened in on their conversation from your position at your locker. Nothing really caught your attention, until you heard one of them saying that they were thinking of asking Malia out today. This alone annoyed you, but what really annoyed you was when you could smell the annoyance radiating off the other boys.

You saw Malia come round the corner, heading towards her locker, causing the group’s attention to perk up. The one who was planning on asking her out (you decided to name him Frank, seeing as you had no idea what his real name was) brushed his shirt down and made his way over to Malia. The others from the group followed closely behind him, each smartening themselves up in various ways.

“Hey Malia.” You heard ‘Frank’ say, causing Malia to look up and smile slightly.

“Oh, hey Jack.” Oh, so that’s what his name is.

“So I was wondering if you wanted to go and see a movie with me this Friday.” Jack said hopefully. Malia looked shocked and slightly confused. It was then you decided to intervene, shutting your locker door and walking over to the group.

When you arrived, you slid your arm around Malia’s waist, making her look at you and smile. You turned your attention back to Jack and the others. You were greeted by looks of a mixture of confusion and shock and a slight hint of disappointment.

“Sorry boys,” You said smirking slightly, “She’s taken.” And with that, you grabbed Malia’s hand and pulled her away from the group, who were staring after your retreating figures.