SlayxWolf

Masterlist

Author’s Note: This Draco Malfoy series will be set from the third book onwards because I don't want to write about actual 11 year old children. This series is based around a quotev story I wrote when I was like 13 and it was fucking cringey, but the concept was good. Let me know if I should continue it.

Word Count: 2,128

‘Necromancy, a branch of dark magic that has never truly worked. It is the art of bringing back the dead, through connecting ones spirit to the body of the deceased. No known individual is thought to have successfully-’. Before you could finish that sentence, the Neanderthal you knew as Goyle grabbed the book out of your hand and sat opposite you. “Can you actually read that, or do the word just look pretty?” you flashed a fake smile. He grunted and threw the book back over to you.

You possessed many Slytherin traits to say the least, you were cunning, ambitious, resourceful and a natural born leader. You just didn't share their temperament. You were popular amongst all the houses, who's prejudice towards Slytherin did not extend to you. However, they would be naïve to underestimate you. Y/n was always known to be respected but feared.

“Does Dumbledore know you’ve been stealing books from the restricted section?” Pansy spoke, sitting down beside Goyle. “Do you ever have a day off? Or is your nose just permanently up my ass?” you questioned. “Why do you want to read about that shit anyway, it’s a made up branch of magic” she brushed off. Before you could provide another sarcastic comment, Draco Malfoy strolled into the common room. 

Since your first day at Hogwarts, Pansy voluntarily took the role as your ‘frenemy’. Although she spent most of her time trying to ruin your life, it would be unfair to say she wasn't sometimes there for you. Maybe once a year. And she wasn't always an incorrect airhead, but on this occasion she was. You knew necromancy wasn't fake or unsuccessful. You were nine the first time it happened, when the pet cat you buried walked into your room hours later. You couldn't always control it, and you certainly weren't powerful enough to raise anything other than an animal. You also knew you couldn't tell anyone, you’d be used as a tool by the ministry, or scouted by Voldemort’s followers. So yeah, a complicated life.

“Why are you smirking?” you breathed. God he got under your skin. “Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban, my guess is he’s coming here to finally get rid of Potter” he beamed. They all laughed but you knew Draco didn't mean half the things he said, his smiles would never reach his eyes. “Anyway, I came here to talk to Y/n” he told. “Well no one’s stopping you” Pansy retort. You laughed and rolled your eyes at her obvious jealousy. They eventually got the message and walked off, probably to meet Crabbe, who rarely left the great hall. “What do you want now?” you smiled half falsely, half not. “So I checked and the book you want is in the library at the manor” he began. “But-” you knew they’d be a catch to his generosity. “But I need you to help me make someone jealous, and once she admits she’s into me, I’ll give you the stupid book” your heart sank just a little when you heard that one. You weren't in love with him or anything and in no way did you want to be with him, you just also didn't want him to be with anyone else. “Who?” you looked at your nails like you weren't interested. “Daphne Greengrass”. Oh great, now you’ll have to put up with two Pansys. “How exactly are we going to make her jealous?”.

-

“So is it true?” you heard someone ask as they sat next to you. “Ron let the girl finish her breakfast at least!” Hermione hit him with her rolled up newspaper. “Is what true?” Neville asked for you, also joining the table. “That Y/n is dating Malfoy” Seamus answered. You chocked slightly on your drink, it had been all of a day since Draco even asked you to be his fake girlfriend. “No I’m really not” is what you wanted to say. “Yeah I guess” is what you actually said. “He’s a complete tool”, “You’re too good for him”, “Pure-blood racist”, “He’s just using you”, are some of the things they began saying to you all at once. Which had quite the opposite to their desired effect. “I think you forget that I’m a Slytherin too and until you, and all of the other Gryffindors get off your moral high ground, you can shove your prejudice up-”  you began, while standing up. “Y/n we didn't mean-” Hermione interrupted, but you were already walking off. “Just give her some time” Ron spoke, as he started eating your unfinished breakfast. Why the fuck were you so defensive, yes it was your reputation on the line considering how unpredictable Draco was, but he did make you friend’s lives a living hell.

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“I’m sorry” you said in unison, sitting next to Hermione in your Defence Against the Dark Arts class. “I over-reacted”, “I shouldn't have said what I did” you spoke at the same time again. You both gave a small laugh, before Snape burst in to teach the lesson. He spent most of it rambling about werewolves and having arguments with Hermione. Draco spent most of it trying to annoy Harry. You spent most of it trying not to fall asleep. You turned to see Draco smiling at you, well it was more of a smirk. You mouthed a semi-aggressive ‘what’ over to him. That's when he blew a paper bird over to you. You raised your eyebrows at him, before opening it. ‘You look cute when you're pretending to give a shit’. You shook your head and smiled. Such an idiot. From the corner of your eye you saw Daphne leaning over to read what it said. You turned around to the desk behind and showed her the note, “How sweet” you cooed falsely. You then turned back around smiling after seeing her flustered face, you noticed Draco was doing the same.

-

“We took her shoes again and she’s walking around barefoot, looking for Nargles” Millicent Bulstrode laughed, with some of the other girls in your dorm. “Loony Lovegood, that's for sure” Daphne joined in. “Give the girl a fucking break” you sat up on your bed. “Here she goes” Pansy mumbled. If anything you felt sorry for Pansy, it must be hard being that weak minded. “Why do you care” Daphne remarked, rather than asked. “Her mom died and she has no friends, give it a rest” you spoke. “I have no idea why you were placed in Slytherin. You can be a bitch, I’ll give you that. But I recon you asked, you already disgrace your parents by being a blood-traitor, but they would kick you out if you weren't a Slytherin, wouldn't they” Daphne smirked. Did she really think that was a good idea. “You seem to know a lot about my family, but I guess I know a lot about yours too. Like the blood curse that shortens the life of anyone in your family that inherits it. I bet your scared in case it’s you, or maybe your little sister-” you walked over to face her. She looked around the room, noticing the shocked faces of her ‘friends’, who were concealing their smirks. “You’re going to regret that” she claimed, trying so hard to keep her composure. You smiled and turned around, before going to leave your dorm room. “Everyone’s talking about you. Everyone knows you gave it up to Draco. Everyone knows he’s just using you because you’re easy!” she shouted. Fuck magic. You turned around and punched her in the face, causing the Slytherin girls to cheer, before storming out. “There’s the real Y/n, you’re just as fucked as the rest of us” Daphne called out, while holding her bleeding nose.

You stormed through the common room. It would be normal for anyone to feel, what you were feeling in that moment. But the tie you had to necromancy turned you cold when you felt too much. “Y/n has gone off” Blaise smirked, nudging Goyle’s arm. Pretty much the whole of your house heard what happened. You slammed the door open and began walking through the castle corridor. “Woah, Y/n” Draco grabbed your arm, he actually looked concerned for once. He was on his way back from seeing Snape, he missed everything that had just happened. “Fuck you” you pointed at him, there was emotion in your voice but not on your face. You brushed him off and carried on walking. That’s what you get for doing him a favour. Who were you kidding? He was no different to the rest of them.

The black lake was always your favourite place to be at Hogwarts. The water gave you clarity. You could also raise the spirits of animas, that had died within it, they appeared in illuminated forms, floating and bouncing around the surface. For anyone unfamiliar, they could be mistaken for patronuses. You were there for a while, letting yourself calm down. That was until you heard someone clear their throat behind you. The spirts you raised dropped and vanished within the water. “Miss Y/l/n” it was Dumbledore. “That wasn't-” you began to excuse, not knowing exactly how you were going to explain. “I am quite aware of your ability, which is a discussion we will need to have at a later date” he claimed. You bit your lip and nod gently. “I came here because a Slytherin student has been taken to the infirmary with a broken nose” he continued. Shit. “So when should I pack my bags?” you asked, looking up at him. “There will be no need. I came to give you advice. You will make friends for life during your time at Hogwarts, but there will come a point when you will have to choose a side. Pick wisely Y/n” he simply spoke, before walking away. “Choose a side for what?” you called, receiving nothing but a “Goodnight”. 

-

“I’ll have Harry- I’ll be okay” you hugged Hermione at the castle gate. “Don't get into trouble without us” Ron smiled, also giving you a hug. You waved them goodbye, as they joined the majority of other students leaving for Christmas break. “Why aren't you going home?” Harry asked, placing his arm around you. You watched with a smile as Hermione and Ron argued the whole way, until they were no longer in sight. “My parents need to make amends with the Greengrass family and don't want me in the way, you know because of the whole incident” you shrugged. Harry had always sympathised with you, although he didn't have any parents he knew they loved him, it was evident you couldn't say the same. “On the bright side, Ron wont be around to eat everyone’s chicken legs” you both laughed, before walking back into the castle.

It was just you, and one other person in the Slytherin common room that night. It was a 6th year, apparently he hadn't seen his family since he was sorted, something to do with everyone being Ravenclaws. But then again Millicent told you that, and she was an idiot. At least it was quiet. You sat by the fire for most of the night and finished reading the book you stole. It was useless. You slammed it down and breathed, maybe you’d never be able to understand your ‘ability’. You felt someone sit beside you. “You do know Daphne goes home every break” you remarked, not even looking at him. “Well I didn't stay for her” he replied. “I didn't know you were capable of feeling guilt” you went to get up but he grabbed your arm. “I know what she told you and I never said that” you knew when he was lying, and he wasn't. He loosened his grip and you relaxed. “I’d never spread rumours about you Y/n, especially ones that aren't true. I guess she got jealous and wanted to hurt you” he explained. “You got your wish then, congratulations” you looked at him and smiled, but it wasn't genuine. “She’s not the person I was trying to- Anyway, I got the book you wanted mailed to me” he handed it to you. “It was written by a wizard that lost his mind, thinking he could see his dead wife” he told. He must have done his research. “I know exactly what it is, thankyou” you sighed in relief, maybe this one would help. Draco was born into a legacy, and destined to inherit the grief his father had created. But you knew he deserved better, he wasn't like the others. “So who was you trying to make jealous?” you questioned, knowing he didn't want to tell you. He smiled and pat you on the shoulder, before getting up and walking away. Deep down you knew the answer.

Part 1    Masterlist

Author’s Note: I’m aware that this part is ridiculously overdue and I am so sorry.

Word Count: 1,964

“Breathe Y/n, just breathe” you whispered to yourself in the girls bathroom. Monday seemed to have come sooner than you had hoped. You had been ignoring all the missed texts Stiles had left and you had never felt more confused in your life. “It was a mistake, you don't like him” you said one last time before exiting the stall and making your way over to the mirror. “What’s gotten into you?” your friend asked, half-concerned and half-amused. “I'm fine” you shrugged, while flattening your clothes out and reaching in your bag to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss. “Hmmm” your friend said, knowing something was definitely up. “Whatever. What lesson do we have first? Please don't tell me it’s English” you winced. “Its English and I thought it was your favourite lesson, considering you’re taking AP” she furrowed her brows. “Yeah, I'm just tired” you lied as the bell went.

You began to approach the door to your classroom when you saw Stiles turn the opposite corner. You both looked up at the same time and he opened his mouth to call your name, so you looked away and picked up the pace towards the door. He did the same until you both ended up running into your classroom, in front of everyone in their seats. “I'm going to ignore how weird that was, you two take a seat” your teacher instructed. Luckily the only two seats left were on different sides of the room, so you could at least avoid him for an hour. “So after seeing how well your presentations went, I've decided we’re going to be doing more debate work in class” your teacher said brightly, earning her yet another eruption of groans. “I’ve carefully picked out partners that I think will create the best debates” she continued. You already knew where this was heading. She began listing off names until she got to you, “Y/n and Stiles...”. You hit your head on your desk and accidently whispered too loudly “Shit”, causing the whole class including Stiles to look back at you. He smirked slightly, though that was to cover his hurt expression because he didn't know what he did to make you hate him. “Not the type of language I’d expect to hear in an AP English class” your teacher commented. “Sorry” you groaned, sitting up and brushing the hair out of your face. 

For the rest of the class Stiles sat zoned out, biting his nails and overthinking. Every so often he’d glance to where you were sat, to see you were doing the exact same. Neither of you raised your hand in the lesson, which meant a few students and your teacher clocked on that something was wrong between the pair of you. “So we’ve got five minutes left, you might want to use the time to discuss with your partner what you’re doing. Debates can be on anything reasonable” your teacher explained, wrapping up the lesson. You both watched as students got out of their seats and made their way over to their partners. You then both awkwardly looked over at each other, catching eye contact. Instead of looking away like you wanted to, you smiled. You smiled to invite him over, when all you wanted to do was run. He walked over slowly, both your hearts beating out of your chests; while you both tried to remain calm and breathe steadily. When he reached you, neither of you knew what to say. But once again you decided to throw up the barriers to protect yourself from danger that wasn't there. “You can come to mine tonight and we’ll make a start” you offered. “Yeah, sure” he answered, not expecting that. The bell went, just before things started getting awkward. “About the other night-” he began as you stood up and picked up your bag. “I’ve got to get to class” you avoided, heading out without another word.

You were in the middle of cleaning everything off the kitchen table, to make space for your debate making when you heard the door open. You let out a loud sigh when a familiar smell wafted in. “You’re stoned” you exclaimed, throwing down the books you were holding and turning to face your brother. “I'm not stoned- you’re stoned” he slurred with a grin. “Oh, so now you’re mixing weed with vodka” you shook your head. “Mom and dad are coming home in two days, may as well live it up” he told. “You wont be living it up when you don't graduate next year. What’s going to be your excuse? Sorry I didn’t show up to finals, I was just too fucked up from the night before?” you lectured. “You sound just like mom, maybe you should try taking some of her-” he whined, holding his head. “Don’t go there” you said through gritted teeth, turning around and continuing to clean. “Can I borrow some money” he asked. “What ever for?” you questioned sarcastically, already knowing the answer. “There’s a party and I said I’d be the supply” he claimed. “Not with my money you’re not” you said with an eye roll. “Fuck you Y/n, you know I’d do it for you” he said harshly. “That's the thing, I care about you so I don't let you do stupid shit, look at you. It’s 8pm and you’re a mess!” you accidently raised your voice. “And look at you, you’re home alone, you don't date because you’re afraid of love and it’s inevitable that you're going to turn out just like mom, swallowing pills with wine at the dinner table and watching your kids grow up to be just like you. It’s a cycle Y/n, don't think you’re any different to the rest of us!” he matched your volume, it was the alcohol that was talking but you knew there was some truth to his bitterness. “Get the fuck out, you asshole!” you shouted, pushing him from the kitchen to the front door. “I'm sorry” he sighed, immediately realising what he had said. “Just get out” you said quieter, wiping a tear with your sleeve as he opened the front door and went out. “Stiles” you said, widening your eyes after seeing he was approaching the front door as your brother walked out with his head stooped and his eyes red. He gave a small smile, aware of what probably just happened, before walking in.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked for the third time, as you placed two hot chocolates on the table and sat down. “I’m fine” you shrugged, picking up your pen as a signal you didn't want to talk about it. “So what do you want to do a presentation on?” he took the hint. “Ermm, you pick” you said, a little more cheerily. “Ermm, how about we do it on the whole opinions of love topic?” he suggested. You simply nod your head as you began. You didn't want to admit it, but you had a really good night with him. You completely forgot about all of your current problems and you hadn't felt that happy since the last time he came over. You were also very productive, you managed to finish your debate in a matter of a few hours. “Want to rehearse?” he asked. “Sure” you stood up from the table. You hadn't heard each others side of the argument, so you were sure you were going to end up squabbling by the end of it.

“So, love. A pretty big subject. No matter how the dictionary defines it, it means something different to every one of us. Personally, I believe love is a reason to get out of bed every morning. For that shred of hope that someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world” He opened. 

“How I see it, is that no one truly cares how you feel. They only care about how you make them feel about themselves. It’s selfish, but so are we. We’re selfish because we think it’s okay to walk out of someone’s life when it suits, we think it’s okay to give up on fixing people when we realise it no longer benefits us and we do this under the impression that we’ve simply fallen out of love. How fucked up is that” you continued.

“Wait, you can’t just judge love on heartbreak. People leave, they screw us over and they do it without a second thought. We’re in a generation that romanticizes hate and heartbreak so much, but honestly I don't think anyone could hate as much as they can love. People who hide their feelings usually care the most, you cant keep pretending that you don't feel” he countered.

“I’m not pretending Stiles- I really don't care. Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you. The best way to never get hurt, is to never feel in the first place” you started.

“Coward” he simply mumbled under his breath. “What?” you asked, with raised eyebrows. “You’re that scared to love, you put on this whole cynical front of not caring, to what? To protect yourself from ever being truly happy?” he exclaimed, rather than questioned. “I do not need ‘love’ to be happy” you replied shortly, Stiles’ words having left you lost for thought. “Just admit it, you’re afraid” he leant against your kitchen counter and crossed his arms. “Afraid of what exactly Stiles?” you turned so you weren't looking at him, and placed your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink. “You’re afraid to love me” he spoke seriously. You widened your eyes and froze for a second, before raising your eyebrows and turning back around to face him. “We are nothing, I don't feel anything for you. I never have and I never will” you shrugged, with a fake smirk that physically hurt you to make. “I don't believe that. I don't believe that for a second” He retort, walking over to you slowly. “Well you should. I’m broken Stiles and you can’t fix me, because I don't want to be fixed” your breath hitched as he came face to face with you. “Why do you act like people see you as some project. I’m in love with you, for you. You're broken and it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes and yes I want to help you. But I love you” he spoke softly and you felt every single word. “I don't want to get hurt” you admitted, with an involuntary voice crack. “I would never hurt you Y/n” he claimed. You looked away from his honest gaze and shook your head. “I don't do this Stiles” you raised your hands and began to walk away from him. “Try” he said shortly, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. He pressed his lips to yours and you practically felt yourself melt under his touch. Every doubt you every had faded in that moment. All you could think about was him, and how safe he made you feel. You finally understood the feeling you had sworn to avoid. You didn't want that moment to ever end, but the sound of your phone vibrating in your back pocket caused you to break away from him. You stared at each other for a second, both scanning one another's features for a sign of anything. You broke away and answered your phone. “Omg what?... Oh fuck... I'm coming!” you shoved your phone down and without hesitating ran over to your car keys, your thoughts shifting from the comfort of Stiles. “Y/n calm down, what is it?” Stiles soothed. “It’s my brother” you said shakily, looking up at him through teary eyes.

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Welcome back, hope you’re enjoying the series. Tell me in the comments which part has been your favourite so far x

Malia’s Pov

“Hey” Scott greeted, as Malia and Kira entered and joined the others. “Did you get the text with everything we know so far?” Lydia asked. Kira nodded in agreement and flashed a small smile, Malia however let out a small growl at Isaac. “Malia, he doesn't know anything that we don't” Stiles interrupted. “He could be lying” she retort. “He’s not” Scott interrupted, referring to Isaac’s heartbeat and loyal nature. “So what’s next?” Kira diffused. “Someone has been beating the shit out of her, to say the least” Stiles told. “Do you know if she had any problems with anyone or?” Allison asked to the group. They all had deep thought, but no one could think of anything. “The day she went missing, she came home injured, and I never got the chance to find out what happened to her” Scott stated, looking down. Malia’s heartbeat rose, drawing the attention of the werewolves. “Oh god” she mumbled, drawing the attention of everyone else. “What?” Kira asked. “I know who did that to her” she claimed. “Who?” Scott asked. “I did that” she said bluntly, looking down. “What do you mean, you did that?” Stiles asked with a firm tone. “I promise you, it’s not what it sounds like-” she tried to justify. “Why would you do that?” Lydia asked appalled. “Just let me explain!” Malia snapped. “Explain what? Trying to give Y/n brain damage?” Isaac said sarcastically. Everyone glanced at Scott, who gave a small nod for them to listen to what she had to say. “I got into a little trouble and Y/n promised to help, without telling anyone” she began. “How does this link to you beating her up, In advance?” Stiles questioned. “I didn't beat her up, but the people I was in trouble with did, so it’s my fault” her voice cracked at the last part. Everyone sighed slightly, feeing more relieved that Malia didn't actually beat the living daylights out of you. “Tell us what happened” Scott said, a lot more sympathetically. Malia nod and began.

“When I was looking for the Desert Wolf, I crossed a group of people I shouldn't have-” . It turned out that Malia wasn’t the only one looking for her, the Calaveras had run into trouble with her in Mexico and didn't take too kindly in having anyone else getting involved. Malia being Malia, ignored their warning and carried on her search. You came into the equation when they came looking for her in Beacon Hills, she was in trouble and didn't want to tell the pack because it was her mess and she didn't want anyone to suffer because of her. Ironically, the pair of you ended up running for your lives more than once. She didn't want you to get sucked up into it of all people, but you insisted on helping her because you knew she would do the same for you. Human or not, she was your friend and you wasn't going to let her go through anything alone. “How long has this been going on for?” Allison asked. “A few months” she answered. “Wait, so this arrangement you two had going on, has been over months?” Stiles asked in shock. “Carry on” Lydia leaned in, intrigued by what Malia was saying. “Y/n and I, headed out of town for the afternoon after hearing that the Desert Wolf was going to be there-” she began. “And it was a set up?” Isaac presumed. “We didn't even get that far” she claimed. It was the day of your disappearance. Malia had skipped school that day, because she needed to meet up with Braeden for information. You had been waiting for a text all day, which you eventually got at lunch. You didn't want to open it in front of the pack, because you knew they’d sense that was something was up, which they did. You skipped your last period and met up with Malia outside of school. “We need to go now, before the Calaveras get there” she stated. You were both moving at a quick pace, as you ran down the stairs to the carpark. “How? My mom borrowed my car to get to work” you questioned. “So, we’ll take Stiles’ jeep” she shrugged carelessly, as you reached it. You stared at her hesitantly for a moment. Stiles was staying to help out Lacrosse practice, so you knew you could return it before he noticed. She then hit the side of the door, causing it to fling open. You then both proceeded to climb in. “Do you know how to hotwire a car?” she asked. “Of course I do” you scoffed. “You took my jeep!” Stiles accidently shouted, interrupting the story. Malia looked at him calmly. “Yes” she replied bluntly. She then continued before he could go on an hour long rant. 

You had been driving for about an hour, when you decided to pull up and put some gas in the jeep. Malia was waiting beside the jeep to get some fresh air, while you walked into the station to pay. You began to make your way back to her, when a group of blacked out cars pulled up and bright lights beamed in your face. Oh god. “Malia go now, they're here!” you shouted, running past her. She immediately ran behind you, as you both climbed back into Stiles’ jeep and began to drive off. “Are they following us?” you shouted, not wanting to look. She simply growled and withdrew her claws. “I’ll take that as a yes” you complained, turning left off the road. They followed you for a mile, until the pair of you eventually came to a halt at a dead end. “Fuck” you muttered, hitting your hands off the steering wheel. You turned after hearing Malia unbuckle her seatbelt, seeing her getting out of the car and approaching the oncoming group. You sighed and reluctantly unbuckled your seatbelt and followed behind her. Their leader Araya Calavera stepped forward, coming face to face with a very angry Malia. Her followers immediately raised their guns at the pair of you. “Back off” the women simply spoke. “She’s my mother, isn't she” Malia retort, glowing her eyes blue. “I made a deal with Scott to keep the peace, not you” she spoke again. Respect is a clear theme for the Calaveras, and Malia had no intentions of backing down. “Stay away” she ordered. “Make us” Malia growled. She stood her ground and smiled, before she pulled out an electrocuting rod and began to shock her with it. “Malia!” you called, but as you began to run over to her, another struck you in the head with the back of his gun. You were both on the ground as she towered above you, “Final warning, stupid girls” she shook her head in disapproval and began to walk away. Malia was holding her ribs in pain, and you felt the back of your head bleeding. You and Malia titled your heads to look at each other, she nod to give you the signal of defeat. “No, screw her” you muttered. You picked up the closest object to you, which happened to be a stupid pebble and threw it at the back of her head. “Y/n” Malia sighed, grabbing you and pulling the both of you up as quick as she could. You ran to the jeep, barely avoiding gunfire and reversed the hell out of there, managing to avoid running anyone over-. “Long story short, they caught up with us again, a small fight occurred once more, we got the message of staying away, Deaton patched us up, we returned Stiles’ jeep (after removing several bullets), and we went home and got ready for the pep rally” she finished.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Lydia said, shaking her head. Everyone there in fact, had wide eyes and were in complete disbelief. “Where do we even begin?” Stiles gasped. “You almost got shot?” “The Calaveras?” “Could the pair of you be more stupid” “That is completely insane” they all began to say at once. “I know” Malia stared down at the floor guiltily. Scott wasn't mad, she could have gotten you killed, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if anything had happened to Malia. “So the Calaveras must have her, maybe they took her to prove a point” Kira synthesised. “No, we would have gotten a message from them by now, like when they took Derek and Peter” Lydia claimed. “Well if they do have her, it’s only fair that I go alone. I got her in this mess and I’ll get her out of it” Malia still couldn't hide the sadness in her voice, she felt terrible for making you keep such a huge secret like that, especially when it could have been the one to cause your disappearance. “No, Lydia’s right. The Calaveras wouldn't keep her without letting us know. Y/n is human and they hunt the supernatural, it wouldn't make sense for them to take her” Stiles inputted. “Lets get this cleared up, Y/n was hurt the night of the pep rally because of the Calaveras” Isaac began to go through rationally. “She was so nervous in the car ride, because she didn't want us to realise that her and Malia were both inured, and question why” Stiles added. “And you were the one sending her all of the texts?” Scott asked. “I sent her one on the day of her disappearance” she said quizzically. Scott furrowed his brows, remembering the text that you had received a few weeks previous, which caused you to act nervous. “So there’s another piece missing” Kira sighed, frustrated at the lack of answers they all seemed to be getting. “So if it wasn't you sending her messages, then who was it?” Scott questioned hypothetically. Allison’s eyes widened, as she suddenly sat up. “I think it was me” she spoke, biting her nails anxiously. If she came to the right conclusion of what may have happened to you in her head, the result wouldn't be good for anyone. The back turned to face her, preparing for yet another side of the story.

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Author’s Note- Guess What’s coming back after pretty much a year, I know I suck. The Third part to this series, HIGHLY SUGGEST reading part 1 and 2 if you already have because I've made slight alterations and it’s going to get complicated, enjoy x

Lydia’s Pov

“Look, I'm sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I just didn't want to break Y/n’s trust” Lydia spoke quietly. “Lyd, you did nothing wrong, she asked you to keep a secret and you stuck to your word” Allison reassured, rubbing her arm for comfort. “How long was it going on for?” Scott asked, pacing back and forth his livingroom.”Not very long, a few months maybe” she answered truthfully. “Are you sure you want to hear about this?” Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “No, but if it means finding my sister I’ll do anything” he stated. “She didn't mean to tell me- it just kind of slipped out one day” she began. Scott let out a small sigh, and flashed her a sympathetic smile. “I'm not angry at you, and I don't think it’s your fault in the slightest. I just need to know all the possible facts to try and find her” Scott crouched beside her, sensing the guilt and upset radiating from her. She nod her head slowly and gave a weak smile back, as tears began to well in her eyes. She had been holding onto them for so long that they chose that exact moment to make an appearance. Scott reached to hold her hand for added comfort, as she began to tell her side of the story.

It was a few weeks ago, at the seasonal party the sports players would throw to celebrate all of their achievements. Your brother and friends being on the Lacrosse team earned you an automatic invite each time. It was basically just another excuse for the Beacon Hills High jocks and friends to get wasted. You decided to go over to Lydia’s to finish getting ready, because you two are both usually an hour late and the rest of the pack end up having to wait around for you. “Heyy” you beamed, as she opened the front door. “Someone seems very happy” She laughed, as you walked in. “That is becauseee” you anticipated, before showing her the bottle of alcohol in your hand. “Y/n, are you encouraging the participation of underage drinking?” Lydia faked a gasp. “It appears I am” you laughed, as you headed up to her room. “How much have you already had?” she asked, shaking her head with a smile. “A few shots, maybe more” you shrugged, flopping onto her bed. “We’re going to be wasted before we even get there” she claimed, taking the bottle and taking a large drink of it. “That’s the point, we get there an hour later but we don't need to catch up with everyone else’s drinking” you educated. “Y/n most of our friends are supernatural and cant even get drunk, your brother being one of them” she laughed. “Oh yeah” you giggled. “I’m almost ready, so I’ll do your makeup for you to save time” she said, fixing her neckless in the mirror. It took her about 45 minutes or so, giving you time to sober up a bit more. “Why do you keep smiling like that?” she asked, while applying the finishing touches. You smiled and looked up at her, “Guess who I'm hooking up with” you slurred slightly, with a mischievous grin.

“Wait, so were they just hooking up, or were they dating?” Allison asked, edging forward. “She never said” Lydia shrugged, shaking her head. “Did you ever ask her?” Stiles questioned. “No, she didn't really like to talk about it that much, so I didn't ask questions” she answered. “I cant believe he still hasn't come forward” Allison mumbled. “It’s the first thing he should have done” Lydia agreed. Scott stood staring at the ground in thought, he didn't really know how to feel right now. “I need to talk to him” Scott eventually spoke. “I think you should wait a bit, give yourself time to take it in” Stiles suggested rationally. “Do you know anything else, anything at all?” Allison quickly asked. “Ermm- the pep rally. He was the last one of us to see her” she suddenly remembered, widening her eyes. “Wait- what?” Stiles asked. “We were dancing with her, and then she disappeared” Allison said, looking at her quizzically. “I saw him staring at her from over the crowd, the next time I looked he was walking off with her following” the image was a little fuzzy due to her being slightly intoxicated back then. “Are you sure?” Allison asked. “I'm sure” she claimed. “We need to find him, now!” Scott said firmly. Everyone stood up, as he grabbed his jacket. “Scott wait, you need time to cool down” Stiles tried to diffuse. “We need to talk about it, before we make any decisions” Allison added. Scott swung the door open, almost crashing into someone on the way out.

“Woah” Isaac said, by the sudden movement. “Scott are you okay?” he asked, as the other three made their way over to the door. “My sister” Scott growled. “You know don't you” he said, looking down. “Yeah I know” he said between gritted teeth, eyes glowing red. “Let him explain” Allison said, pushing past and standing in-between them both. Scott’s rage came second, to the grounding of his anchor, as his eyes faded back to brown. They all walked back inside the house, taking a seat on the sofas. Isaac put his head in his hands, slightly tugging on his curls in frustration. “Why?” was all Scott managed to say. “It wasn't planned, we just started kissing one day and one thing led to another and it became a regular arrangement” he justified. “Oh god” Stiles murmured, sensing the awkwardness himself. “You like her don't you” Lydia pointed out. Isaac glanced at Scott, before gently nodding his head. “Do you know how she feels about you?” Allison asked. “No, I couldn't tell if she liked me or if it was just for-” He began, but cut himself off. “Look I don't know where Y/n is, I know just as much as you do” he claimed. “You were the last one to see her” Stiles stated, folding his arms. “I was also the only one to notice she was gone” he quickly fired back. “If I hadn't texted her, then you wouldn't have known that she went missing at the rally” he explained. He then proceeded to pull out his phone and pull up the texts. He handed his phone to Scott, who began to read them and conclude that the date and time matched up. “Why are you apologising, what did you do to her?” Scott asked, looking up at him. “We had an argument earlier on, when Lydia saw us” he stated. “Explain” Stiles imputed.

You followed Isaac into the men’s bathroom, which was empty luckily enough, before pushing the trashcan in front of it so no one else could get in. “What is the matter with you?” you asked him. “Nothing” he shrugged, not looking at you. “You have been avoiding me all day, I didn't even know you were coming tonight until Scott told me” you complained. “I'm sorry, next time I’ll ensure to be on my phone for all hours of the day” he commented. “No Isaac, don't make me sound petty when you know yourself that you’re being off with me” you stated. He was about to speak before there were loud knocks on the door. “Are you going to let them in? Considering it is a public bathroom and all” he asked, clearly so he didn't have to continue with the conversation. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong” you crossed your arms. “I needdd a weee” a deep voice called from outside the door, followed by laughs. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong” he said, walking over to you. “I love you Y/n, and you don't love me back and it is fucking killing me” he blurted out. You just sort of stood there staring at him, not sure what to do. “Isaac” was all you managed to murmur. “I'm sorry- just forget I said anything-” he suddenly said, brushing past you and out of the door. Everything seemed to feel hot, suffocating even. You then shortly walked out, pushing past the drunken boys who had chosen to fall asleep outside the toilets instead. That's where you felt the clarity of the air.

“So you told her how you felt and she freaked out?” Lydia asked. Isaac simply dropped his head. “I'm so sorry-” Allison said, knowing how shit he must currently be feeling. Scott locked his phone and past it back to him. “I'm mad at you for doing it behind my back, but I know you wouldn't hurt her” Scott spoke. Isaac looked up, as Scott pulled him into a man hug. He had to remember that he wasn't the only person to lose you, when you disappeared that day. “Do you know anything else?” Stiles asked. “Well there is something, she’d lie about it every time I would ask” Isaac began. “When I’d see her she’d be covered in bruises and cuts, and sometimes she’d be hurt pretty badly” he told. “Just like when she came home that day” Scott mumbled to himself. “She’d say it was from pack training or gym class, she would always have tons of excuses lined up” Isaac furthered. “We need to find out why she kept getting injured” Stiles suggested. “And who by” Scott finished.

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Request: Oh my word I love your writing! Could I request a Stiles imagine where the reader and him go on like a cute date but then the reader gets kidnapped and is just really sarcastic with her captures and Stiles and Scott try and save the reader in the most unconventional and hilarious ways possible. P.S. I love your writing.

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You ran out to Stiles’ jeep on your driveway. “Hey beautiful” he beamed as you opened the door and sat down. “Hey handsome” you returned, clipping in your seatbelt. “So what did you chose for date night?” you asked, as he took the jeep off park. “A drive in movie” he smiled. “Good choice” you nod, as he began to drive. When you arrived it was an abnormally busy day there, I guess it was because tickets were half price due to it closing down within the next few months. “What film is showing?” you asked, staring at all the people walking around with popcorn, drinks and snacks. “It’s Taken 2″ Stiles answered, after the lady passed you your tickets. You picked a space and reversed into it. You then both climbed out with all your stuff and set up in the back of the jeep. Stiles had packed blankets, pillows, food and even fairy lights to hang up. “You’re cute” you whispered. “I know” he winked playfully. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You watched the film curled into your boyfriend’s chest, that was until you decided to need the bathroom. “I’ll walk you up there” Stiles offered. “It’s fine, plus when we get back people would have taken all of your cute stuff” you said climbing out. “I don't care about my fairy lights, I care about you” he pouted. “Well I do, and I promise I’ll be back in five minutes tops” you sounded adamant. “Okay, well be safe” Stiles said hesitantly, not being able to hide his concern. “I will” you smiled sweetly, kissing him and walking off.

You hadn't even walked four steps when your phone started to blow up with notifications. ‘You okay?’, ‘No guys are looking at you are they?’ ‘Tell them I have a bat and a werewolf best friend’ ‘Y/n you better reply I'm panicking’ . You stood still and turned around. “Stiles you can literally still see me” you shouted. “Just making sure” he called back. You shook your head and laughed, before continuing to the toilet. You and Stiles text back and forth the whole way there, because he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. ‘I'm going into the bathroom now, I’ll text you the second I’m out’. ‘Okay baby’. The toilets were packed when you got in there, but once you came out of the stall they were completely empty. You washed your hands and dried them on your clothes, to get out of there as quick as you could. You couldn't deny that something didn't quite feel right. You got outside and reached for your phone in your back pocket. You started to text your boyfriend, when you felt like someone was watching you. ‘I'm on my way bac-’ you started to type, before you felt someone grab your shoulder firmly. You instantly turned around to see a hooded and masked figure, you also noticed that there was no longer people walking around, as it was now the climax of the film. “But it’s date night” you whined to yourself, being no stranger to the bad in Beacon Hills. You weren't exactly terrified, as you’d come face to face with tons of supernatural creatures by now, and a kidnapper was hardly the scariest. Stiles must have seen that you had been ‘typing’ on the chat for a while, so he called you out of concern, which the capturer’s attention was automatically drawn to, giving you enough time to elbow him In the dick and run.

You ran to the closest staff car park, which was a lot darker and quieter because no one was around. You ducked behind a car, realising that there was more than one kidnapper looking for you. You turned your phone onto silent and dimmed the brightness, before calling Stiles. “Are you okay, where are you?” he immediately answered. “There are about three masked people looking for me- and I’m in the staff car park” you whispered into your phone. “Okay I’m coming, don't panic and just stay on the phone to me okay” you could hear his own panic in his voice, yet he tried to remain calm to not worry you. “Okay” you breathed. You looked under the car to see if you could see their feet, as they looked for you, and whatever Stiles was saying became blurred as you couldn’t see any of them. You stood up slowly and turned around, ready to make another run for it. “Oh shit- you scared me” you couldn't help but add the sarcastic comment at the end, as you came face to face with them all. They covered your mouth with tape and shoved an empty pillow case over your head, before shoving you in the trunk of a car. Just great.

They must have sedated you or something, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the middle of an empty warehouse. You opened your eyes, seeing you were tied to a chair by your wrists. Shortly after that, you let out a small splutter. “What’s so funny?” one of them wearing a blue mask spoke, feeling mocked to say the least. “It’s just very cliché” you criticised, with a smirk. “Someone has balls” the one that grabbed you said, wearing a grey mask. “Clearly bigger than yours” you commented with a fake pout, referring to how he groaned like a little bitch earlier. “I like her” the third spoke, who you now knew was female under the green mask. “Why don't you take your masks off then, and we can become better acquainted” you smiled falsely. “No can do I’m afraid, boss’ orders” the second male spoke. “And what would your boss want with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “You know if I was in your position, I’d be a lot nicer and do a lot of begging and less of the sarcastic comments” the first taunted. You stuck your finger up at him, with the little mobility you had and mouthed the words ‘Fuck You’, before looking back to the others for answers. He stormed out like a child, slamming the warehouse door shut as the others laughed. “All we know is that we have to keep you here, until someone of more value comes along” the girl shrugged. Their boss clearly knows about your supernatural friends, and rather your capturers know a lot more than they’re making out, or their boss has genuinely sent them in blind to see what Scott and the pack are really capable of. “So I’m the bait?” you quickly asked, not wanting to give too much away. “I guess you could say that” the male spoke. 

The next few hours were torture, simply because you were that fucking bored. They didn't ask questions, no interrogation, hell you were even waiting for a physical altercation to have something to do. The only fun you had came from bullying the man in the blue mask, who had stormed off a total of ten times because you were so mean to him. The worst part was that you couldn't even try to save yourself with the training Allison had given you, because literally all they did was sit and watch your every move all day. You could blink and one of them would jump up, gun at the ready. Luckily the first guy didn't have a gun like the other two, because you certainly wouldn't have left unharmed otherwise.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles were having a lot more of a ‘productive’ day than yourself. I say ‘productive’ as they weren't really getting anywhere, but the pair of them were really trying. Bless them. They didn't want to involve the rest of the pack or Stiles’ dad yet, until they at least knew more information. Which of course they didn't have, because the people that took you were clearly a new threat to the pack- and partially because they were acting like nervous wrecks. Stiles had stripped his murder board and replaced it with your case. In other words, all he had done was place a picture of you and him together, with a string attaching it to a terrible drawing of three stick people. Scott on the other hand, was sitting on the bed searching the bestiary for answers. Which of course, would have been no help what so ever. “There’s nothing about a kidnapping creature that hunts in threes” Scott finally concluded, shutting it. “So maybe they’re not even supernatural?” Stiles suggested. They looked at each other intensely for a second, before both brushing it off and saying “Nahh” in unison. In the pair of their minds, anything surrounding the crime in Beacon Hills was supernatural based. “I could try and track her by scent” Scott suddenly remembered he was a werewolf. “You don't have to” Stiles suddenly remembered. He grabbed his phone off his desk and waved it at Scott. “You're going to call her?” Scott asked, confused. “No, I'm going to track her phone” he corrected, as if Scott should have known. “You have a tracking device on her phone Stiles?” he asked, judging his best friend’s overprotective and concerning behaviour. “I have a tracking device in all of your phones- Scott we all agreed to it months ago” Stiles stated. “Oh yeah” he nod his head, recalling the pack meeting on it. “To the jeep” Stiles shouted, very hyperactively. “Never say that again” Scott commented, trailing behind him.

“My boyfriend will find me” you said smugly, fishing for conversations to cure your boredom more than anything. “Good luck with that” one of them retort. “He will” you couldn't help but have the last word. “Do you still have that tape?” the first capturer spoke again. “And he’s going to destroy you” you carried on. “Your boyfriend wont do shit” he said, getting into your face. “Well I certainly will” you bit back. He hovered confused above you for a second, that was before you forcefully kicked him in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground in pain this time. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, and the other two couldn't help but laugh. He then stood up angrily (Still holding his balls) and grabbed the gun out of the girl’s hand. “No don't” the other male shouted, stepping in front of you. “If you kill her now, without getting whoever the fuck we’re supposed to be luring here, we won’t get paid” he spoke in a low voice, which you managed to just about hear. “Yeah you cant kill me, I'm the bait” you smiled both sarcastically and smugly. He reluctantly gave the gun back while simultaneously giving you a death stare. ‘You’re screwed’ you mouthed, so only he could see, realising that they didn't know anything about your supernatural friends. He clenched his fists and breathed, you were relying on Scott and Stiles because you knew that motherfucker wouldn't hesitate to kill you if they didn't show.

“The signal ends here” Scott pointed out, staring at the locater on Stiles’ phone. He then pulled up into the empty car park and the two of them hopped out, slamming the doors shut. The sound of that echoed into the windows of the warehouse, alerting them of the arrival. “We’ve got company” the girl said, as her and the second capturer made their way to glance out the window. You squinted your eyes shut for a moment, out of their stupidity. When you opened your eyes the first capturer was standing there with a cocky expression, he mouthed the words ‘show time’ to you, before joining the others to look out the window. He grabbed the girl’s gun once again. Meanwhile Scott and Stiles stood by the jeep oblivious, they picked up your smashed phone from the floor. “Maybe she’s in there” Scott suggested, as they looked at the large warehouse. “Nahh” they both said in unison once again. “That's what they want us to think” Stiles said wisely, as they both went to get back into the jeep. All of a sudden, one gun shot was let off. “Stiles!” you screamed, not being able to see what was happening. You then began to pull against your restraints desperately. “Shit” Stiles said in shock, as Scott pulled out the bullet from his own arm. He turned to look up at the window, his eyes glowing bright red. “What The Fuck” the second capturer said in disbelief. “GET THE FUCKING DOOR” the first kidnapper shouted, while continuing to shoot at the pair of them from the window. The other two then ran and stood facing the door, the girl stood defenceless behind the second guy. The first capturer quickly joined them, after Scott had managed to make it to the building effortlessly. You had managed to cut one of your restraints, and were now tugging at the much tighter second one, when the door burst open. 

You couldn't look, all you heard was the sound of gunshots, growling, and bodies flying around the room. You then turned to see Scott standing, looking down at the three of them on the floor. You breathed in relief, and then your eyes widened when you couldn't see your stupid, wreckless, irrational, smart, loving boyfriend. That was until he stumbled into the room a few seconds later, completely out of breath, “Sorry, he got up all of those stairs a lot quicker than me” he spoke slowly between breaths. You looked at him and shook your head, “Save me dumbass” you interrupted. He then came over and untied your other restraint, before helping you up. “You found me” you then smiled at him sweetly. “Because I love you” he replied, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I helped” Scott interrupted, also puckering his lips playfully. You and Stiles pulled away and smiled at each other adoringly. “And come here you” you turned around and pulled Scott into a hug. That's when you saw the first capturer half standing up, attempting to raise his gun to shoot Scott. Stiles must have clocked on because before you knew it, Stiles had made his way over to him. “Where are you going?” he asked, punching him in the face, knocking him back over. Which low-key turned you on, because who doesn't fancy badass Stiles? “Who sent you?” Scott asked, as you also made your way over to him. He simply let out a laugh through his bloody mouth, and spat on the ground to show his lack of respect. “Asshole!” you muttered, punching him in the mouth, knocking him out cold. Which low-key turned Stiles on, because who doesn't fancy badass Y/n?

The three of you climbed into the jeep. “Thanks dad” Stiles said out of his window. “I’ll take them in for questioning, I’ll help you guys write up your police statements later, with alterations I assume” The Sherriff nodded, relating to the supernatural parts the three of you will need to edit out. “Thanks” the three of you said in unison, as Stiles started the jeep. “So is that all they said, their boss is after one of us?” Scott asked, as you began to drive away. “Yeah, that’s all” you said in agreement, after telling them both all that had happened. “Looks like we’ll need to do some research, and call for a pack meeting” Scott suggested. “Tomorrow then” Stiles said. “Why not tonight?” Scott asked. “Because me and my girlfriend here, have a date night we need to compensate for” Stiles grinned, causing you to smile. “Oh I see-” Scott laughed. It had been one of the weirdest days of your life, and one you were surely never going to forget, you were glad to have such great friends and a perfect boyfriend to stay with you. No matter how completely and utterly stupid they can be, you wouldn't change them for the world.

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Request: Hey, I just found your blog and I must say...I'm in love with your writing! 💕😍 I wanted to ask if you could do an imagine where the reader also is a werewolf but more powerful than the others. She doesn't find out about it until she get's her heart broken by Liam because of Hayden. She joins Theo and wrecks havoc. In the end she realizes what she did and runs away. Maybe she goes to London to live with her brother Jackson? Thank you! 💕

Word Count: 2, 691

You stood half-listening to the pack meeting. You stared down at the ground, wanting to look everywhere but up. It hurt- a little. You and Liam were, until recently, dating and it was intense- well for you anyway. You ignored Lydia when she warned you about dating a friend, she warned you of how bad things could get, but you didn't want to hear it. So there you were now, trying to avoid eye-contact with anything but the carpet. Everything was so much brighter when you had someone to love you. First your brother left you, after turning into a werewolf and then Liam, after falling in love with someone else. They had history together, and sometimes that's something you can never replace. It was inevitable that the more time they spent together, the quicker they fell for one another again. You were the spare part, the fill in before Hayden came back, and that made you feel like shit. 

“As long as we stick together, none of us will get hurt” Scott concluded his speech. Ironically you looked up, seeing Liam with his arm around Hayden. She was smiling at him sweetly, causing an eye-roll on your behalf. “We’ll meet tomorrow then?” Stiles finished, after noticing your clear discomfort. You all grumbled in agreement, before disbursing. You walked away with Lydia, picking a corner of the room to stand in and chat. “It’s not fair on you, you shouldn't have to watch that- them” Lydia sounded as frustrated as you felt. “Lyd I'm fine. I don't care” your voice cracked during that last part, faltering your ‘I’m so over it’ front. “I may not have wolf senses, but I know you’re anything but fine” she said sympathetically. Your hearing then unintentionally focused on Liam, standing with Hayden and Mason. They were all laughing, that type of laugh that makes your stomach hurt because you cant stop. A small animalistic sob escaped your lips. The type your dog makes when you leave the room for more than a minute. “Did you just-?” Lydia began asking, drawing her attention back to you. “What? No. I don't think-” you interrupted quickly, equally surprised yourself. Lydia looked at you quizzically, to which you simply shrugged off. 

You were on your way home, when you chest began to feel heavy. No one, not even you realised how much you were truly hurting. You grew used to crying in the shower, so no one could hear you. You grew used to waiting for everyone to fall asleep, before you could break. You knew exactly what it felt like, to want all the hurt and pain to just stop altogether. Everything seemed to hit you all a once, your emotional pain turned physical. Your legs felt weak and you breath became unsteady. You slowly brought yourself to sit on the side of the road. Every thought of Liam and Hayden, every bit of sadness, every bit of pain played on your mind in that moment. It hurt to know that things would never be the same again. You wiped your tears with your sleeve. Things were only getting worse and you were so broken. “Stop crying” you kept repeating to yourself, covering your mouth with your hands. The longer you hold on, the more numb you become and that is exactly how you were beginning to feel. The loneliest part in someone’s life, is when they watch their whole world fall apart- and all they can do is stare blankly. You had been sad for so long, that your tears simply dried up and all you felt was the emptiness inside of you. You felt numb. It was like someone turned a switch inside of you. The girl that once cared way too much about everyone and everything, no longer cared at all.

“Y/n!” a voice called, approaching you. They placed their hand on your shoulder, feeling how ice cold you were. They squatted beside you, shaking their hand in front of your face, noticing just how unresponsive you were. You had been sitting in the street for god knows how long, coming to terms with the numbness. You eventually looked up at them. “You're freezing, take this” they offered, handing you their jacket. “You don't have to pretend to be concerned Theo, everyone knows you’re a power hungry sociopath” you retort. He tilted his head, shocked and amused by your response. “Where did that come from?” he asked, smirking. “The new me” you responded, standing up. “The new and improved you” he corrected, intrigued by the sudden transition. “Whatever” you rolled your eyes and began to walk away. “Y/n, wait” he said, grabbing your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes glowing a light purple rather than the usual beta gold. Theo was surprised to say the least, he had heard the dread doctors talk about that once before, a rare and more powerful type of werewolf. They get their power from cutting off their humanity, something you had been doing unbeknownst to yourself. He however concealed his reaction, not wanting you to realise and run to your friends for help. “Listen, Hayden abandoned my pack and took Liam from you. I’d say joining my pack would get revenge on both of them” he claimed. “I know you’re just trying to manipulate me-” you paused, considering the pros and cons. “But I really have nothing to lose” you answered. Theo smirked once more, excited by the newest and most powerful addition to his pack.

Morning came, you had been up all night listening to the schemes that Theo had set in place. “You might want to sleep for a bit, you look like shit and we have a busy night” Tracy grinned. “I don't need sleep, what I need is for you to fuck off” you retaliated. “We're on the same team now, what’s your problem?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Oh please, you’re not even a real supernatural creature. What are you even supposed to be?” you scoffed, looking her up and down. “Ladies” Theo interrupted, standing in-between the pair of you. “Rather she’s out or I am” Tracy held her hands up. You smiled at her, radiating the sense of cockiness that Theo loved. “No one is dropping out, both of you just need to calm down” he tried to diffuse. As much as he wanted to see you beat the shit out of her with your new found strength, he wanted you to wait and channel it all that night. She huffed, storming off in the other direction. Theo began talking to you, something about Tracy probably. You however focused your attention behind him. “Y/n!” he said, slightly louder. You drew your attention back to him. “Look, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you tonight” you brushed past him and exited the dread doctor’s lab.

You had lost a lot of humanity, but not enough to turn on all of your friends. Lydia had always been there to guide you, Scott had always been there to protect you, Malia had always been there to cheer you up, Stiles had always been there to talk to and Liam- well fuck Liam. You were on the way back to the lab come nightfall, to tell him you couldn't go through with it. That was until you walked past a coffee shop on the way there. Your coffee shop. It was a place you and Jackson had gone to ever since you were little, it was your safe place. You had introduced Liam to it, then it became your shared safe place. And there he sat, holding hands across the table with Hayden. He knew how much it meant to you, it was stupid but it was yours. Liam must have smelt your perfume, as he turned around to look at the window. You of course, were already half way down the street by then. “I'm ready” you stated, joining Theo and his pack. Your eyes were glowing a slightly darker purple.

The five of you took your positions in the school. “It's coming” you heard Cory say, from the other side of the building. You retracted your claws and fangs, this time noticing you had two more. Before you could put another thought on that, you felt the vibrations of the beast entering the school. You soon heard the growls and sound of broken school equipment as Tracy attacked it from downstairs, to the sound of Donavan’s radiating electricity. “Wait” you heard Theo whisper from the other end of the hall. The vibrations got louder and bigger, as the beast got closer towards you. You let out an animalistic grow, but before you could do anything someone interrupted. “Y/n” the voice of reason spoke. You turned to see Stiles, opening the doors to the school. “Ignore him” Theo whispered. You let out another low growl, as the beast grew closer. “Y/n this isn't you and this isn't the way either” Stiles spoke again. You turned to look at him, trying so hard to shake off the influx of memories you had together- both good and bad, which threatened to stop the numbness. “I bet Theo hasn't told you what you are. A lunar wolf, one that gets their power from hurt” he continued. You simply glanced back at Theo, “It’s not true” he retaliated, his heartbeat showing no indication of a lie. “You feel it too. Deaton noticed it months ago, we didn't tell you because we knew you were already hurting” Stiles justified. “Now!” Theo instructed, as the beast ran towards the three of you. You and Theo charged towards it, giving and receiving near fatal hits. During the fight you felt the strength build behind every punch, as your eyes grew darker. Until you punched the beast, causing it to growl loudly in pain for the first time. It violently threw you and Theo against the lockers. You slid down them and turned to look to your right. “Stiles!” was all you managed to shout, as the beast charged towards him, but you could see there wasn't enough time. You stood up and ran at an inhumane speed and managed to push him to the ground, before the beast ran straight through the wall of the school. You both stopped and breathed for a second. “Thanks” was all he managed to say between gasps. You brushed the broken rubble off the pair of you, and you both dragged yourselves up. “You’re bleeding” he said gently, noticing the large wound on your arm. “I’ll heal” you simply returned, your eyes fading back to their usual colour. He furrowed his brows and ripped off part of his shirt, before tying it around your arm. “Until it does” he added awkwardly, after noticing your confused facial expression. You smiled and shook your head at him, which caused him to involuntarily smile back at you warmly. “Where's Theo?” Scott suddenly came rushing towards the pair of you. He then stopped for a second, listening to your heartbeats and then he looked awkward- as if he had walked in on something he shouldn't have. “Erm he’s over there-” you tried to keep the focus on that. You then all turned to see he was gone. “Where-?” Stiles began to ask puzzled. “I think I know” you claimed, pushing past the pair of them, your eyes starting to turn back to a deep purple.

When you got to him, you saw Tracy fall to the ground. You looked to see Donovan also lying lifelessly. Theo must have heard you, as he turned around smirking. You looked to see him wearing glowing claws, the same used against Scott to steal his power. “Is power that worth it to you?” you asked in disgust. “Anyone can be corrupted by power Y/n” he stated amused, walking closer towards you. “When I saw them in the lab I knew you were up to something- and I guess that something was me” you remarked, before growing out your fangs and claws. He attempted to stab you with them, but missed every time. He had drained two people of their lives and power, and yet he was still no where near as strong as you. “You killed your own sister for this, you better make it count” you encouraged. He growled, kicking you and causing you to fall to the ground. He then hovered above you cockily, showing off his new claws. “Your ego was always going to be your downfall” you smiled, kicking him to the ground effortlessly and getting on top of him. You then ripped the claws he had put on himself and placed them on your own. “Karma really is a bitch” you fake pouted, stabbing them into his stomach.

“Y/n stop” an all too familiar voice spoke from behind you. You glanced at him, your eyes flickering between a dark and light purple. “This isn't you” he spoke again. “You did this to me!” you stated, digging the claws further into Theo, causing him to groan in pain. “It’s no ones fault- just know that we’re trying to help you” he held his hands up, as he got closer towards you. “You know Liam- I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing” your eyes were still flickering, but remaining longer on dark purple. “And I'm sorry- for hurting you, for everything” he said, edging even closer. “You let me think you loved me, and then you left me. What kind of fucked up shit is that?” you continue to pin Theo down. “I know- what I did was wrong. But this isn't you Y/n. You’re good, like Scott” he claimed. “We fight the same battles, we’re just as bad as he is” you retort. “No we’re not” another voice spoke. Your eyes widened, and your grip automatically weakened. You turned, your eyes a pale purple. “Jackson” you practically whispered. “What are you doing sis?” he simply asked. He used the same tone of voice he did when you were younger, when you would mess up and he would help you through it without your parents ever finding out. You stared at him for a moment, before slowly looking back and realising what you were doing. “I know every physical sense in your body is telling you to kill him, but listen to your heart. The one thing that's still 100% human” he spoke softly. “I'm sorry” you spoke with a cry, pulling the claws out of Theo’s stomach. He let out another groan and a slight sigh of relief. You stood up and turned around slowly, staring at the blood stained claws. You looked up, just as your brother pulled you into a warm embrace. He then pulled them off you and threw them to the ground. “Come on” he put his arm around you as you walked out of the building.

Stiles stood talking to Scott, Malia and Hayden were attempting to duck tape more parts of the jeep and Lydia came towards you in less than a second. You were surprised when she pulled you into a long and desperate hug, which you immediately returned. You then all stood together. “I am so sorry-” you began. “Y/n It’s okay” Scott interrupted, with a sincere smile. You mouthed the words thank you to him, causing him to let out a small laugh. “We're glad to have you back” Malia beamed. “And we'll be with you every step of your supernatural way” Lydia added. Liam then slowly joined you all, being met by Hayden practically jumping on him. Stiles put his arm around you and smiled, which you returned. It no longer hurt you like it did. Liam glanced at the pair of you, furrowing his brows in confusion, causing Hayden to get off him. “Can we make a pact?” Mason joined you all out of the blue. “That we will never again split up from each other?” he finished. You all smiled and let out low laughs, before raising your hands to promise. But I guess some promises are not meant to be kept.

Request: Hey, love your writing. Could you do a Scott McCall fic where Y/n is the leader of a rival pack and there’s tension between them because of it?

Word Count: 2,572

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn't- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach bellowed, breaking you out of your wolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don't make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stilinski, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I'm telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stiles?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I’m warning you. The worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about, though it was never your intention to capitalise on his loss.

Things weren't always like this. You didn't ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You belonged to your older sister’s pack, and things were so much simpler back then. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way, because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of your pack screamed in agony at the wolfs bane that slowly made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry or show any vulnerability. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please sis- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears rolled down your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn't watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn't want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I'm sorry” you whispered, before taking the life of the person you loved the most in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost more than a sister that day. But you couldn't grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you and you weren't sure it was for the better.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was 9pm and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms, before finally heading home. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn't call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that's what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn't actually matter, I'm sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face. It didn't last long until you both burst out laughing. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you complained. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I'm sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life" you returned. “I mean if they got to know the new you, you’ve been different since-” he tried to sympathise. “Don't try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it's like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural word. Allison died because of me” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn't a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you're too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn't realise, and still don't realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting. So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we couldn't help someone that didn't want to be helped. Look, I'm sorry about your sister- but you cant carry on like this” he spoke a lot softer. “Carry on like what Scott?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental psycho- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically, pushing past him before he saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I'm going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott fucking McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. You remembered telling Stiles that you weren't interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn't care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her or to say goodbye- but it wasn't too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn't quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn't receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his pack. You placed your weight on the door to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply flicked the light switch on and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don't look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I'm sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile, with a hint of smug creeping across his face. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn't have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “You” you finished for him, staring into his eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning back against the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss and hoisted you up. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. 

“Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time in a while that you had been together with everyone like this. As much as you had neglected them, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Liam stood smiling at the thought of you being back where you belonged. You then glanced behind them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your face dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We're having our weekly pack pizza party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “I’ll take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to order them. She didn't even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome. 

Part 1   Masterlist

Author’s Note: If you haven't started reading this series yet, you're missing out.

Word Count: 2,217

Your eyes drifted open slowly. You didn't wake up in hospital, or at home, or even by the side of the road because you inhaled too much smoke, but in a king-sized bed. You sat up and covered yourself with the blanket, after realising someone was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. “Who the fuck are you?” you questioned, rubbing your tired eyes. “Robert Greenwood, and you are?” he asked, grabbing your hand and leaning down to kiss it. “You’re awake” a loud, theatrical voice interrupted- entering the room. Greenwood reluctantly let go of you, clearly annoyed. “I don't think we’ve ever been formally introduced. Hi gorgeous, I'm Jerome” he smiled cockily, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Y/n” you replied, not being able to look away from him. “We were getting to that, before you barged in” Greenwood claimed. Jerome was still staring at you with a large grin, before he turned around and stood up. “I saw her first” Greenwood added, licking his lips. “Boys, lets not argue amongst our team” a familiar figure said, walking in. “I’m the captain” Greenwood smirked. “Captain of my foot” Jerome spoke with childish sarcasm, making you dare to hold back a laugh. “I’ve murdered a dozen women, terrorised the city-” the fat one began, glancing at you. Fantastic, you were going to be eaten alive by a psychotic cannibal. Jerome stood, blocking Greenwood’s view of you. “See I have vision, and ambition and brains. How many people can you eat before that shtick gets old?” he asked, getting closer to him. “I could eat one more” Greenwood claimed. With that he attempted to make his way over to you, but Jerome had him pinned up against the wall, with a knife to his throat before he could. “I see we have to resolve this once and for all” the familiar man, you now recognised as Theo Galavan said. He took the knife and Jerome relaxed, he instead replaced it with a gun loaded with one bullet. Greenwood smirked and placed it to his brain, pulling the trigger. He then passed it to Jerome. “Hey Greenwood, what’s the secret to good comedy?” he asked, placing the gun to his brain. “Timing” he smiled, pulling the trigger. “And what’s courage?” he asked, pulling the trigger again. “Grace under pressure” Jerome continued. “And- Who’s the boss?” he asked, placing the gun underneath his chin. He then pulled the trigger once more, “I'm the boss” he stated, giving a laugh of sinister insanity. “Indeed you are” Theo praised, removing the gun. “The girl remains unharmed” Jerome simply ordered, before walking out of the room whistling. 

You walked around the room, not actually sure what this hostage situation was. You eventually got so bored, that you left and entered the rest of the mansion. You heard voices coming from downstairs, so you thought you had about enough time to try and escape. That was until you turned a corner and walked right into “Barbra?” you asked in shock. You recognised her as your Uncle’s insane ex, who tried to kill his new girlfriend. “Y/n!” she beamed, hugging you. She was acting as if she was running into you during some sort of family reunion. “Small world” she laughed. “What am I doing here?” you asked bluntly, not in the mood to entertain her. “Beats me, Jerome seems to have a thing for you, little niece” she winked, before strutting off. “Helpful” you muttered. “Y/N!” someone called. You turned to see Jerome walking up the stairs towards you. “Yes?” you asked casually, like he wasn't an Arkham breakout who had kidnapped you. “We're going out” he claimed, dragging your arm along the hall. “Tabitha, Y/n. Y/n, Tabitha” he introduced, after barging into her room with you. She simply titled her head and walked around you, examining. “My dearest friend here will help you get ready for tonight” he grinned, already walking away. “What’s tonight?” you called after him, but he was already gone. You turned to face her, she had her finger on her lip like she was thinking. “Definitely red” she mumbled. 

“Perfect” Tabitha grinned, after finishing your dark red lipstick. You stood up and walked to look in the full body mirror. Your hair was full of volume and curled, your makeup was elegant but edgy and you were wearing a tight red dress with a slit in the side. You looked good, to the point you forgot your current situation. She then gave you a pair of black stilettos to wear. You slipped into them and checked yourself out once more. “I know you look hot, no need to thank me. Now come on, Theo is waiting” she grabbed you by your hand and pulled you along with her. “Is she ready?” Theo asked, as you walked behind her. “Certainly is” Tabitha responded, moving out of your way. Jerome jumped over the couch, wearing a tailored black suit. He whistled and comically slicked back his eyebrows. He then held his arm out, for you to link it. As defiant as you were, you wanted to. So you complied. “Jerome I assume you know the plan” Theo hoped. “Sure do” he responded, still looking at you. Wow Y/n, most girls your age date jocks and get their hearts broken, yet there you were, blushing at the criminally insane. “And I assume you’re not going to follow it” Theo added. “Sure won’t” he agreed. “Just be back here by midnight and don't get caught, especially by Jim Gordon” he told, causing you to break back into reality. With that, Jerome guided you outside and into the back of a blacked-out car filled with other henchmen. 

The car pulled up, to what seemed like a club. The henchmen got out and Jerome helped you up. He then suddenly turned around to you with a grin. He informed you on the plan, in his own dramatic and enthusiastic way. Theo had an important business deal with one of the underground groups. He however doesn't trust them and so he sent Jerome and you in the place of Tabitha and him. The problem was, that the group were expecting you as intimate partners. “I am not pretending to flirt with you” you stated, crossing your arms. He ignored your defiance and handed you a gold gun. You immediately pointed it at Jerome’s head with a smirk. He laughed and took a step closer, so the end of the gun was pressed against his forehead. “You’re not going to shoot me” he grinned adamantly. “And if I do?” you asked cockily. “You know you'd regret it for the rest of your life” he answered. You stared at each other for a moment, both refusing to back down. You eventually lowered the gun and he began to laugh, before holding his arm out again. You tucked the gun into the garter on your leg, before entering the club together. 

“Jerome” a muscular man greeted, as you made your way over to a table in the back of the club. He handed him a whisky and slowly handed you a type of cocktail. “And who is your woman?” he smirked, scanning his eyes over you. “Y/n, and he doesn't own me” you answered. “Feisty, I like it” he breathed down your neck. You rolled your eyes and glanced at Jerome, who was gripping his glass tightly. “Please, take a seat” he told, issuing you all to sit down. You sat close to Jerome, with crossed legs. You weren't scared, you just felt a lot safer being with him, which should be hard to believe. “So, $500,000 offer on the table” the man began, opening a briefcase and turning it to face the pair of you. Quite frankly, you had no idea what was going on and yet you still managed to keep your front up. Maybe it wasn't even a front, maybe you liked the idea of being part of the underworld. You just couldn't ignore the sense of guilt for your uncle, who you knew would be stretching the offers at the GCPD to try and find you. Before Jerome could speak, you began to tap on the table with your nails. You then slammed the briefcase closed and slid it back over to him. “Don't like my offer?” he asked, pouting at you patronisingly. “No, I don't” you pouted, equally matching his sarcasm. “We’re not taking less than what we asked for″ Jerome interrupted. The man stopped looking at you and drew his attention back to Jerome. “What are you? Her bitch?” he laughed, issuing for his own henchmen to join in. You and Jerome looked at each other, you could see the anger building up inside of him, which quickly returned to insanity. He began to laugh with them, before pulling out his gun and shooting one of the henchmen in the head. Silence soon fell (as well as his body), before everyone from both sides pulled their guns out. “I liked that guy, looks like we have a problem here” the man claimed, taking a swig of his drink. “Looks like it” Jerome smirked.

“Here’s the deal, I give you £750,000.00 and Galavan stays happy. But I get your girl, in place for my man you just shot” he offered. You swallowed thickly and took a huge sip of your cocktail. “Hmmm” Jerome began to consider. You looked at him with furrowed brows, was he really going to hand you over to some misogynist in a club? Then again, what were you expecting. “No deal” he answered abruptly. You gave a small sigh of relief. “No?” the man asked with shock and rage. “Who are you, to reject an offer from one of the most respected and feared underworld groups?” he asked, standing up. Jerome simply smiled and leant back, putting his arm behind the back of your seat. “We’re the King and Queen of Gotham, who the fuck are you?” you answered once again, causing Jerome to widen his eyes in amusement and slight arousal. With that, both sides started to shoot at one another and screams and panic followed in the club. Jerome grabbed your hand and the briefcase, before you both ducked out of the club. Your car was still parked in the alleyway, this time you two were alone due to your hitmen being predominantly dead. He was putting the briefcase away in the trunk of the car, when you looked up at the club window to see a henchman pointing a gun towards him. You knew it was too late for you to get him to move. Your heart was racing, it was the first bit of adrenaline you had felt in ages. The smartest thing you could have done was to let him get shot and get the fuck out of there. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion, you weren't even thinking. The man was about to pull the trigger, as you pulled the gun out of your garter and pulled the safety off. Jerome looked up at you, before glancing at the window. You pulled the trigger, shooting the man in the head. You watched as his body fell, covering your mouth with your hand. You couldn't look away, you couldn't even fucking move. Jerome wasn't laughing for once, he pulled you into the car and the two of you drove out of there, as the sound of police sirens echoed around the streets. 

“I’ll ask you again, who was with Jerome Valeaska?” Gordon questioned, punching the man in the face. He was covered in blood and handcuffed in the interrogation room of the GCPD. “Some girl, I don't remember her name” he told, his face coming into contact with another punch. “Jim, come on” Harvey stepped in, after watching him completely pummel the guy. “I need to know if it’s Y/n!” he snapped, turning to Harvey. He went to punch the man again, until he spoke. “Wait, Y/n. That was her name, I don't know anything else I swear” he pleaded. “Was she hurt?” he asked. “No, she was WITH him. She even gunned down one of my men” he answered. Jim’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” he asked, not really ready to hear the answer. “Positive” he said, breathing heavily. Jim let go of him, staring at the ground. Harvey tried to reassure him, listing off every possible reason for you having to do something like that. Jim wasn't listening to any of it, he simply turned around and stormed out of the door. 

Meanwhile, Tabitha and Theo sat counting their new-found fortune. “Well done Jerome” he said proudly. Jerome simply raised his eyebrows and finished his whisky, slamming the empty glass on the table. Not his usual reaction. “She’s almost there, I would give it a week” Tabitha smirked. “It's gunna kill Jim Gordon” Barbra laughed, walking into the room. “Y/n Gordon will join the Maniax by her own accord, it’s in her blood. It's in every single Gordon” Theo claimed. “I say she should pay her uncle a very special visit” Tabitha hinted. They all soon began to laugh, with the exception of Jerome- who simply rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head.

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Author’s Note: I know I usually write Teen Wolf fic, but I love Gotham so much. Are imagines like this something you would be into?

Word Count: 1,661

Y/n Gordon, what a name to live up to. You moved in with your uncle after the death of you parents. You loved him of course, but by no means were you anything alike. You had no interest in being the ‘hero’ of Gotham, if anything you were waiting for the city to crumble into non-existence. You weren't always like this. But being forced to watch the murder of your parents changed you. You cared about nothing- you were bored with life completely. 

It was Wednesday, you and Uncle J had a tradition of eating takeout burgers in the police car during his lunch break. You had grown bored of it a long time ago, but you knew he needed it. Even if you both sat in silence, you were still together. But today stood out like no other. You were parked in an alleyway somewhere, when the police radio flicked on with urgency. “Jim, Jim are you there?” a voice spoke with panic. You looked at each other, before he responded. “Yeah, what’s the problem Harvey?” he asked. You slurped on your milkshake, awaiting the response with somewhat interest. “The Maniax have been spotted downtown, you need to get your ass here now!” he reported. “I’ll be there, I just need to drop off my niece” he told. “There’s no time Jim-” he began to say, followed by the faint sound of gun shots in the background. “Shit” your uncle muttered, before beginning to reverse out of the alleyway. 

“Stay in the car!” Uncle J said firmly, knowing you had a problem with following authority. “Sure” you shrugged, looking at him with eyes that said otherwise. He huffed, before slamming the door shut behind him. He looked at you through the window and showed you his car keys, before putting child lock on to prevent you from getting out. He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, before following the sound of gun shots and shouting officers. You were sitting for no longer than 10 seconds before you climbed into the driver’s seat and took out one of your earrings, before beginning to tamper with the mechanics. You then shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you. Like hell, were you waiting in a police car for your uncle to return hours later. You walked along the sidewalk, away from the sound of shooting and screams. You found yourself in an empty street, as the breeze hit your skin. You took a second to spin around and embrace the feeling- the freedom. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at the roof of a building. You could see someone with bright hair and an Arkham Asylum uniform on. They appeared to be fixated on you, and you couldn't seem to look away either. He began pointing a gun towards you, but you didn't move. Not out of fear, but curiosity. That’s when you heard more gunshots and shouting coming closer towards you. “They went this way” you heard Harvey shout. You looked away from the rooftop when you felt someone grab your shoulder. “What did I tell you Y/n!” your Uncle shouted, pulling you away. “I was bored” you shrugged with no emotion. “Did you see where they went?” Harvey asked, joining the pair of you. “Where who went?” you asked with false naivety. “Jerome Valeska and the other whackjobs” he added. You thought for a second, before giving your response. “No” you replied shortly. He sighed before nodding and heading off down the street. Jim guided you back to the car and you climbed in willingly, sensing the annoyance radiating from. “Stay” he ordered, and this time you complied. He then slammed the door shut and also headed off. “Jerome Valeska” you repeated. 

Your uncle returned to the car after about an hour or so. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you soon brightened up as he sat in the driver's seat. The car journey was silent for about ten minutes, before you reluctantly broke the silence. “I'm sorry” you mumbled, looking down at your nails. He simply raised his eyebrows, as a sign for you to continue. “I shouldn't have left the car, it was irrational and stupid” you added. “Apology accepted” he returned, smug for you admitting defeat. “Did you find him- and the others” you quickly added the last part. “No” he said with clear disappointment. “What did they do?” you asked. “They made a statement, using seven innocent lives to do it” he didn't want to tell you, but he knew you wouldn't drop it until he did. “Why?” you pried. “Insanity Y/n, it makes a person do the craziest things” he spoke. You took that as an indication for you to stop asking questions, but by no means did you stop thinking about it. 

It had been a week since you saw him, and the news of the terror group was spreading around Gotham like wild fire. You were the only person at your school who didn't seem to be petrified by the thought. You were sitting on the school bus, due to your uncle taking away your own car keys as punishment. You prepared yourself for a long and boring journey, but the events that followed were anything but that.

You were surrounded by all the preppy losers who were meeting up for their traditional meal before a big game. You sat down on a seat on your own and rolled your eyes, after having no other choice but to hear them practise their cheers. You hadn't taken the bus since Freshman year and even you knew the bus was taking an abnormally long time to drive off. You opened the window and lit up a cigarette, ignoring the fake coughs from the annoyed cheerleaders, who were certainly convinced you were going to give them lung disease. Screams and cries soon began to erupt from the front of the bus, making its way along. You glanced to the front, seeing a familiar figure. It was him. Before he began to speak, an accomplice of his began to cuff you all to the chairs. You were cuffed by a half-wit, still holding the burning cigarette in your hand. “Give me an O” Jerome shouted with amusement, beginning to pace down the bus. The students around you immediately complied with shaky voices. “Give me a H” he continued. You simply lifted your hands to your mouth, taking another puff of the toxic paper. “Give me a N” he added, reaching you. You looked at him, with no sign of fear or obedience. “Give me a N” he leant down and breathed on your neck. You simply turned to face him and blew your smoke into his face with a faint smirk. He quickly jolted up, causing the other students to flinch and whimper. “I know who you are” he worked out, before giving that unforgettable laugh of his. You watched in complete amassment. “You’re Officer Gordon’s daughter” he claimed dramatically, as if he was giving a performance. “Niece” you corrected. He titled his head, surprised by your disobedience as opposed to your bravery. “Why didn't you tell them where I was? You could have saved your own life, as well as all of your peers’” he once again grew closer to you. “You could have shot me then, and saved yourself if I did tell them where you were” you equally retort. He grabbed your chin and titled your head, staring into your eyes. He searched them, looking for any sign of emotion and found none. He smirked, before letting go and making his way back to the front of the bus.  

Meanwhile, your Uncle and Harvey worked at the station, stuck in an endless pile of new leads and paperwork. That's when they got the phone call. “Y/n’s on that bus” his eyes widened, as he slammed down the phone and grabbed his keys from his desk. Jerome grabbed the hose filled with gasoline. “Give me a H” he finished. Your classmates once again complied. “What’s that spell?” he asked mockingly. “Oh No” they all answered. Shit. You threw your lit cigarette out of the window, as he began to spray gasoline all over the bus. He moved up and down all of the seats, spraying each person individually. That was until he reached you. “Anything to say?” he asked you casually, while holding the hose over the person behind you, drowning them in the liquid. “I’ve never been one for cliché last words” you retaliated sarcastically, looking away from him. “How about now?” he asked, holding a gun to your head. “So shoot me” you said unbothered, still refusing to pay him any attention. You were the only person not coated in gasoline.   

Jerome stood outside holding a lighter. He then gave a speech to his accomplices, as Uncle J and the other officers began to arrive. He threw the lighter on the ground after realising it wasn't working. “Anyone got a light?” he teased, as if he had all the time in the world. He then smirked, after seeing the lit cigarette on the ground. “She can finish this one” he grinned, throwing it onto the trail of gasoline heading towards the bus, before making his escape. Jim entered the bus, getting into the driver's seat. He then proceeded to move the bus to safety, narrowly avoiding the flames. He sighed and the screams came to a halt, being replaced with cries of relief. “Everybody okay?” he asked, before turning around to the terrified students. They muttered their responses, still in complete shock. Uncle J then stood up in adrenaline and made his way over to your seat. The only empty seat. “Where’s Y/n?” he practically whispered, scared to hear the answer. “Where is Y/N!? He repeated, shouting this time. There was almost silence on the bus, before someone spoke up. “He took her”.

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Author’s Note: How many girlies can relate to this one?

Word Count: 1,021

“I’ve broke up with him, for good” you sighed, flopping onto Scott’s couch. “You said that last time” Lydia shook her head, staring at her manicured nails. “But this time I mean it” you sounded convincing. “Keep it that way, boys are nothing but trouble” Stiles claimed, looking up from one of Scott’s Mom’s magazines. “You’re doing it again” you retort. “How many times do I have to say, I'm not the pack mom” Stiles grumbled. You pulled the magazine from out of his hand and stood up. “I am officially single” you beamed. “Stay single this time” Scott breathed, remembering the countless times this has happened. “I assure you, I will” you told.

“When I said I would join you, I didn't think you literally meant we were going ‘household’ shopping” you whined, slamming the jeep door shut. “Y/n, the old pillows don't match Scott’s Mom’s new curtains” Stiles shook his head.  “I'm not even going to say it” you held your hands up and joined to walk beside Malia. After about an hour of searching the furniture shop, and watching Scott and Stiles compare the shades of pillows to an image of the curtains, it was safe to say you had enough. “ Malia don't drink that” you told, after walking past the isle of her contemplating drinking the water out of a flower vase. You wondered around, running your hands along the contents of the store aimlessly, when you saw the most attractive guy in the world. You came to a halt, fixed your hair and picked up a pile of closest thing near you, before strutting towards him. “Excuse me” you said sweetly. He turned to you and smiled. “Would you be able to help me carry these- rugs. The pile of rugs I am currently holding” you said, realising how weird it would have looked mid sentence. “Sure” he claimed, taking them from you. “No that's too purple, we’re looking for more of a lilac- for god sake” Scott interrupted himself. “Has Malia put an employee in a plant pot again?” Stiles huffed. “Do you work out or something?" you asked, ignoring the sheer look of agony on the guys face as he struggled to hold the rugs any longer. "A little- hey can I get your number?" he asked. "Shut him up" Stiles whispered. Before you could respond you were being dragged away by the two. "Sorry" you called over to the guy, standing with four rugs in his hands. "Let's go" Scott sounded like an exhausted father, as he then also grabbed Malia- who was about to put the annoying employee from last time into another plant pot. "Never again" Scott and Stiles said to one another. "Id rather go grocery shopping with Liam and Lydia anyway" you claimed.

“Thanks for letting me come with you” you beamed again. “Anytime” Liam returned. “We forgot the beans” Lydia sighed, as you arrived at the car, with all of the bags. “I’ll go and get them, I'll be two seconds” you didn't sound very convincing. “Go and get her” Lydia said out of routine and being stood waiting for over fifteen minutes. Liam let out a sigh, before entering the store you were in. He looked around a few of the isles, before he saw you. “Thanks again” you smiled at one of the employees. Liam didn't ask any questions, before throwing you over his shoulder and starting to march you out of there. The poor guy looked confused, you simply rolled your eyes from behind Liam’s back, to show that you weren't being kidnapped or anything, just greatly annoyed. He put you on the ground outside and you huffed, flattening out your now creased top. “What the hell was that about?” you whined at the pair of them. “Sorry, Scott’s orders” Lydia shrugged. “I asked him to pass me a tin of beans- that I am yet to pay for might I add!” you complained, waving it in their faces. They both looked awkward for a second, after clearly misjudging the situation. The employee and a security guard then walked out and joined you all. “Don't worry, it’s just my friends being total idiots” you diffused, not turning to look at them. “That’s her, she hasn't paid for it” the employee told. “Miss, you’re going to have to come with me” the security guard spoke, gently grabbing your arm. “No, it’s a total misunderstanding, I’ll pay for the beans” you shook your head at the stupid situation. “Miss, I’ll ask you again nicely” he said, opening the store door. You looked at Lydia and Liam and saw them trying to hide their amusement. You flipped them off from behind your shoulder, as you and your beans were escorted back inside the store.

“Banned for life” you simply announced, walking into Scott’s house with Liam and Lydia trailing behind, rather pleased with themselves. All of your fellow pack members sat and stared at you. “For stealing a tin of beans?” Stiles asked in amusement, clearly they had already been informed. “I didn't steal the fucking beans!” you retort, after spending the best part of your day arguing with security. All of your friends then proceeded to crack up laughing, while you stood there like a complete idiot. You had stop yourself from laughing along with them, your pride would not allow it. “Look I'm sorry Y/n” Liam apologised, half sincere. You stared at him blankly for a second, before smiling and pulling him into a hug. “I hate all of you guys, you know that right?” you let out a small laugh. “We love you too” Stiles spoke with a false sweet smile. “Thanks mom” you mumbled quiet enough, so only the werewolves heard- causing them to snigger. “She’s doing it again Scott, she’s talking about me in wolf” Stiles sounded like a child. You rolled your eyes as you phone buzzed. “It’s my ‘ex’ boyfriend, he wants to make up” you read. “NO!” Shouted everyone at once. Words couldn't describe how much you loved their overprotective, annoying selves. You wouldn't change them for the world.

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Author’s Note: So this is based on this song, you can find it here. I just think it’s so beautiful so I had to make an imagine based on it.

Word Count: 1,995

Cold bones. Yeah, that's my love She hides away, like a ghost Does she know that we bleed the same? Don't wanna cry but I break that way

‘I can’t do this anymore. I am sick and tired of losing people to this fucking town. I have loved and lost so many people because of the supernatural backlash and I'm afraid I’ve lost myself’. That was the last thought that ran through your mind, the words that repeated as you packed your bags, as you left your house key and as you began to drive. It wasn't easy. None of this was ever going to be easy.

Scott and Stiles rushed into your house, they hadn't seen you in over 24 hours and you weren't answering your phone. Scott was still covered in blood from the night before, trying to protect Beacon Hills from yet another supernatural threat. “Y/n!” they both called, storming through the empty rooms. Scott rushed upstairs, while Stiles checked downstairs. Suddenly, Scott’s footsteps from upstairs came to a halt; catching Stiles’ attention. He followed and walked into your bedroom, Scott glanced behind him with sympathetic eyes. The further your boyfriend walked into you room, the more he realised you were gone. A place that had once felt like a second home to him, felt unfamiliar and cold. “I'm sorry” Scott dropped his head in guilt. You and Stiles had been inseparable since Freshman year, you didn't find out about the supernatural until the time you saw Jackson turn into a fucking lizard. Scott wondered if it wasn't for him getting bitten, that things would have never ended up like this. Stiles looked around your room, clothes were ripped off the hangers in your wardrobe, essential items were pulled out of your draws, your suitcase and bags were missing and your room was practically bare. Stiles stood staring at blank walls and let out a subtle laugh, one of shock and astonishment; as opposed to amusement. “She’s gone-” he breathed. He turned to face Scott with tears in his eyes, before Scott pulled him into a hug, holding the back of his head firmly with his hand.

Stiles couldn't sleep that night- or any night for that matter. He feared that you could be hurt or scared while he was sleeping peacefully, he also feared that he would dream of you- and wake up without you lying beside him. The same routine every night, he would scroll through pictures of you together, re-read texts and constantly think about old memories. The heavy feeling you get In your chest when you hear bad news, Stiles had that all of the time. You did what you needed to do for yourself, but that meant breaking people’s hearts along the way. Stiles stared at the most recent picture of you in his phone, you looked so happy and he searched for signs of the sadness you felt- but couldn't find any. He felt the indent as someone sat at the bottom of his bed, “Come on son” he sighed gently, locking the phone in his hand. Stiles put it on his bedside table and shook his head, “I just miss her” he barely spoke. “I know” he replied, giving Stiles an endearing pat on the shoulder, before reaching to turn his lamp off. He stood up and walked out of the room, not because he didn't care, but because he felt the same pain Stiles felt. When his wife died he did the same thing, went down the same path of self destruction and grief. Nothing hurts like the first heartbreak, its an inevitable pain- but he thought you two were different. I guess he was wrong.

Cold sheets. Oh, where's my love? I am searching high, I'm searching low in the night Does she know that we bleed the same? Don't wanna cry but I break that way

“Hey Stiles”  Lydia said casually, but failed to mask the empathy in her voice. He simply nod his head and gave her a weak smile. “You haven't been at school in a while, I'm surprised you remember where the library is” she joked, trying to make him feel better. Stiles just stared at her blankly. “I'm sorry- that was a stupid thing for me to say- sorry” she rambled, feeling terrible. He let out a soft laugh. “You asshole, I though I upset you” she laughed back, punching him playfully in the arm. “I'm fine- honestly” he claimed, his voice crack suggesting otherwise. She looked over his shoulder and at the laptop he had open on the table. She shook her head a took a seat beside him. Stiles hung his head. “You hacked into her phone records, Stiles you are aware of how illegal that is right?” she asked in disbelief. “They’re useless anyway” he huffed, taking the headphones from around his neck off and slamming his laptop shut. “You’re looking for her, aren't you?” she asked, and his lack of answer said it all. She sat for a moment and sighed, thinking before making any type of decision. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she questioned. “What if she doesn't want to be found?” he asked, his voice raspy and his eyes glazed. “Sometimes, two people need to fall apart, to realise how much they need to fall back together" she answered, giving him a small but genuine smile. He understood completely. “So if we’re going to do this...” she began saying, opening up his laptop. “Then we’ll do it together” she comforted, channelling her knowledge into helping him search for you. Lydia played cupid in Freshman year, which inevitably got you both together. It was only fair that she helped you find your way back to one another.

Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know If she ran away If she ran away, come back home Just come home

You gripped onto the steering wheel tightly. What the fuck are you doing? You kept repeating in your head as you drove. You had no idea where you were going and quite frankly, you didn't care anymore. You adjusted you wing view mirror and put on your windshield wipers, as it began to pour down with rain. Great. You wiped the smudged mascara from under your eye, before returning to stare at the empty road in front of you. You glanced at your phone that was resting on the passenger seat, along with your purse. You hadn't turned it on since you left, because you knew that the missed calls and text messages from everyone will break you, but you kept it close to you because it was the only thing you had left, that kept you connected to Beacon Hills. You drove past couples on the street walking hand in hand. You remembered when your life used to be that simple, before you were constantly fighting for it, due to the next supernatural nightmare to plague the town. You lost your best friend to it, people you’d known since you could just about talk, and people that fought to save you all- you couldn't watch that happen anymore. As much as losing a loved one hurts, you now came to realise that leaving hurts the most. Everyone’s time is limited on earth and it’s better to live every second of it, doing the things you love, with the people you love. Maybe walking away from that was the biggest mistake you’ve made, maybe it was the best. But everything happens for a reason, right. Going back was the easiest thing to do- but you weren't sure if it was the right thing to do.

I got a fear, oh, in my blood She was carried up into the clouds, high above If you bled, I'll bleed the same If you're scared, I'm on my way

“It’s been weeks” Scott sighed, slumping onto his best friend’s bed. Stiles mumbled as a response and continued to type, print, highlight and pin up leads onto his investigation board. “You've stopped coming to school again- you’re failing history class” Scott continued. “It can wait” he brushed off, standing up and starting to search for his coloured strings. “Stiles, just stop” Scott spoke with authority, tired of watching him mope around his room desperately searching for someone that was never coming back. “We all miss her, she’s been apart of all of our lives for so long- but you have to let go” he said softly. “I know Y/n and I know that right now she’s feeling scared and alone, because she always does things before thinking rationally, it’s what she is- she’s a doer and that's why she needs me, because I'm a thinker and together we make the perfect balance and-” he began to ramble at 100mph. “You love each other, but sometimes things aren't meant to be and it sucks” he interrupted, for once being the voice of reason regarding relationships. “I cant live without her” Stiles admitted. Scott was familiar with a similar form of heartache and he knew it was the cruellest. He sighed and stood up, before picking up Stiles’ string from the desk behind him and handing it to him. It was a small gesture, with a huge meaning behind it. “We’ll find her” Scott reassured. Stiles nod his head and smiled at his best friend, as they continued to search together.

Did you run away? Did you run away? I don't need to know If you ran away If you ran away, come back home Just come home 

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you walked across the beach. You hadn't settled down anywhere and you were feeling alone to say the least. “Excuse me, you dropped something” an old women passed you a small polaroid picture that must have fallen out of your wallet. “Thank you” you said gently as she handed it to you. You began to walk away but she held your hand for a little longer. “He’s a handsome young man, is he your boyfriend?” she asked. You glanced down at the picture, it was of you and Stiles at a party. He had his arm around you and you were laughing. “Oh erm, something like that” you gave a weak smile. “Young love” she said understandingly, letting go of you. “Have a good day” you said, which she returned. You turned around and wiped the tear that had been desperate to esape your eye. You took a deep breath and continued to walk. The beach was always your place of clarity, you watched as the sun began to set behind the sea. “Excuse me” a voice spoke. Goosebumps rose on your skin, you had longed to hear it. “Stiles-” you turned around to see him. His eyes wide and his lips parted open. “Take me home” you let out a sob as you ran into his arms without hesitation. He tightened his grip around you and stroked your hair as it blew in the breeze. “I missed you so fucking much” he said in relief, finally feeling you in his arms after months of hurting. “I missed you too” you squeezed your eyes shut at the thought of having to live another second without him. “I felt like I was going out of my mind” he whispered into your ear. You pulled away from him and stared into his watery dark brown eyes, “I’ve realised something” you said, almost inaudibly. “What?” he asked worriedly. “I love you, I love you so much” you shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. He smiled for a second, “I love you” he replied. He put his arm around your waist as you both carried to walk along the beach. You felt so many different emotions, but alone was no longer one of them. You were back with the person you loved and you never intended to be away from him again- ever.

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Author’s Note: This is the final part to this series, will Y/n chose Brett or Isaac?

Word Count: 1,803

“He saved me” you smiled weakly but genuinely into your mug of hot chocolate. “I know” Lydia smiled, rubbing your shoulder before sitting down opposite you. After the whole being kidnapped thing you had been staying at Lydia’s and Scott’s so they could keep an eye on you 24/7. It was sort of an inconvenience but you didn't mind, you knew they were doing everything they could to keep you safe. “Are you glad it was him?” she asked. You thought for a moment about the other guy, the guy you had completely forgotten about the second your eyes met the ones filled with concern upon your rescue. You nod your head and another smile spread across your face as you took another sip. “Why are you guys up so early?” Kira asked, rubbing her eyes as she stumbled into the kitchen. “She’s love struck” Lydia joked. “I don't blame her, she’s got the fairy-tale ending” Kira continued as you hid your blush behind the sleeve of your sweater. “I wish I had a price charming to rescue me” Lydia added. “You guys are loud” Malia claimed, also stumbling into the kitchen. “How you feeling?” she added, still smelling the blood from the cut on your leg. “I'm doing great” you said dreamily. Malia smiled in return and sat down at the dining table with you all. “Should I make breakfast?” Lydia asked and you all nod in agreement. “What do you guys want, the usual?” it wasn't an uncommon event, for you all to sleep over together. “Egg on toast for Kira, a bacon sandwich for Malia and a waffle with extra syrup for Y/n” she listed while walking off into the kitchen. “You’re seeing him today, aren't you?” Malia asked with a smirk. You looked at her quizzically before slowly nodding your head. “Your heart is doing summersaults, it’s quite distracting really” she added after noticing your confusion. “Ohhh right-“ you trailed, too caught up in your own thoughts of how you would soon be reunited with him. After eating your breakfast, the three of them dragged you upstairs to help you get ready.

“Are you sure?” you questioned, looking in the mirror. “Yes!” the three of them shouted excitedly. “I feel sick” you groaned with a worried smile. “You’re just nervous” Kira told. You heard a loud knock on the door which made your heart feel uneasy in your chest. You took a deep breath and nod, before you all trailed off downstairs. They walked into the living room, to give you your privacy while you carried on to the front door. You hesitated for a second, before opening it. “Brett” you breathed with a smile. “Are you ready to go?” he asked. You nod and linked your arm with his as he walked you over to his car. You walked over to the passenger seat as he climbed into the drivers. You took a minute to take In the familiar setting of his car, the way it smelt, the way the cold leather seat felt on your skin, even the marks on the windows from where you would draw on them when they fogged up. “How’s your leg?” he asked as he began to drive. “It’s getting better” you shrugged, not really phased by it. You got out of the lab with your life and without being one of the dread doctor’s grade A science experiments, that was enough alone to be thankful for. The car came to a stop when you reached a set of red lights. He looked at you with a small smile, “You made the right decision” he claimed. You gave a small genuine smile in return and looked down at your hands. “Omg I love this song” you suddenly said. Brett laughed and turned it up, being reminded of the first time he heard it. You were completely wasted at a party and dancing on a table with Lydia because you were the only ones that could get drunk, when you both slipped and ended up falling onto Stiles. You were both so drunk you had no idea that you were slowly crushing the life out of the poor boy, you were laughing so heavily it took Brett, Liam, Malia, Scott and Kira to drag the pair of you off him. When the song ended you both let out a laugh, as you pulled up to the place. You looked at each other briefly, before both climbing out of the car in unison. You walked through the trail in the Beacon Hills woods, in the day time it was one of the most beautiful places to go, especially of a spring morning. You stopped for a second and turned to face Brett, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked. “I'm sure” he nod, before pulling you into a long embrace.

You carried on walking until you reached a familiar spot. The two of you would take a tent and stay the night, there was a slight patch of burnt grass where you would put the camp fire to make roasted s’mores and cook hotdogs. You’d often go there in the summer with the pack. You sat on one of the logs that had all of your initials engraved onto it, you run your finger against them, soaking in all of the memories that each of them held. You came across ‘SM’ and underneath was the initial ‘AA’. You smiled at the thought of the old days. You felt him sit beside you, before pulling you into his chest. “I’ve missed this- I’ve missed it so fucking much” he breathed into your hair. You smiled, before looking up into his eyes. “I love you” you said honestly. “I love you too” he said, kissing your forehead and twirling your hair with his fingers. “Can we put the fire on please? I don't have wolf heat like you” you whined while still smiling. He stood up and threw you over a blanket from one of the rucksacks with all of your camping equipment in, before starting up the fire. You wrapped it around you and looked around, it was your safe place, your happy place. 

Brett breathed onto the window on the passenger side of his car, he read the words ‘Thank you for the memories x’. He gave a small smile as he reminisced for a second, before he pulled out of the car park of the Beacon Hills forest trail. You looked down at your phone after seeing a message pop up in response, ‘It’s been good Y/l/n, but you can’t deny love x’. You let out a small sigh and smiled as you locked your phone and shoved it into your pocket. “Isaac” you called. “Yes beautiful?” he returned, looking back at you. “I’ve missed this too” you told. He stood up and walked over to where you were sitting. He leant down so you were eyelevel with one another. You searched into his bright eyes, at his dilated pupils, before glancing down at his lips. He gave his signature smirk before pressing his lips to yours. You grabbed onto his curls to deepen the kiss. It felt like forever since the last time you had felt his lips, but yours melted naturally into the shape of them. You slowly broke apart, leaning your forehead on his. “Why did you come back?” he asked. “People who are meant to be together, find their way back. They may take a few detours- but they’re never really lost” you whispered in return. “I'm sorry for making you feel the way you did- I’m sorry I pushed you away when you needed me the most. You made me feel things I’d never felt before and I was scared but I promise to never leave you for the rest of our lives” he placed your hand on his chest so you could feel his steady heartbeat. “I guess sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together” you smiled. “Now come on, lets put the food and some hot chocolate on, for when the sun sets” you added, it was something you loved to do together. It was a perfect day, a perfect night with the perfect person. Isaac had his flaws and so did you but you couldn't deny that you were completely and utterly in love with one another. There was no point wallowing in the past, looking to the future and forgetting to live in the present. He made you happy and that's all that you ever wanted. Allison taught you that, and it’s something you’d never take for granted.

One Year Later

You ran down from the stands after the Beacon Hills team won their lacrosse match. Isaac caught and spun you around as you reached him. He placed you down and you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, “Well done babe, you were on fire” you claimed, half referring to how well he played, the other half referring to how sexy he looked all sweaty and serious. He gave a small laugh, smelling your chemo signals as Liam came up from behind and poured some water on him, a tradition of theirs after a win. Kira and Scott soon approached the three of you. “No wolf powers, well done guys” he congratulated the natural win the team had made for the first time in a while. “You guys did great” Stiles spoke, walking over. He then proceeded to high-five Liam, Kira and Scott before stopping to look at Isaac. He prepared himself for a sarcastic comment but was surprised when Stiles put his hand out to invite him into a man hug. He smiled and accepted, understanding that Stiles had finally forgive him for leaving (he was always one to hold a grudge). Malia and Lydia shortly followed and joined your little gathering. “Glad to see you two finally getting along” Lydia noted. “Is that a tear Isaac?” Malia joked, sensing how happy he was to finally be accepted by Stiles. “What? Pftt No” he brushed off, letting go of him. You shook your head and sniggered as he put his arm around you. You glanced across the pitch to see Brett, he was with a girl from his school. He looked really happy with her. He glanced over to you all, you smiled and waved at him, he appreciated that and did the same before you both returned to your friends. “Still think you made the right decision?” Isaac asked quietly. “I know I did” you returned, squeezing the hand that he was resting on your shoulder. “I love you” he said with a wide smile. “I love you more Lahey” you returned as he pulled you into a kiss.

Request: Hello love! Don't know if you're taking requests but I really loved your last Liam imagine so I was wondering if you could please write a Liam imagine where he once saved the reader who is a werewolf too, so she starts being protective with him and then he's starts to act weird in front of her because he likes her. like, she wonders why his heart raises when she's around, thanks! 

Word Count: 1,832

One Week Ago

“Y/n move!” Mason shouted, after noticing Tracy behind you. You didn't hear in time. You turned around and felt sharp claws penetrate your side, making your eyes glow gold. You fell to the ground paralysed after the Kanima venom worked its way into your bloodstream. You couldn't do anything but stare above you, seeing Tracy’s face as she towered above you. At this point, you really regretted calling her a dread doctor dickhead in biology that morning. You then saw a figure push her to the ground with pure animosity. After hearing a few more punches and tables being broken, you felt someone lift you up, as your legs were clearly failing you in that moment. He tilted your head so you could see him. You smiled weakly and let out a sigh of relief, “She only got one up on me this time because I skipped breakfast this morning” you remarked in response to his smug expression. “Yeah yeah I know, you would have beat her ass” he laughed, carrying you. Thank god for Liam Dunbar.

Currently

Liam picked up a tray and examined the food options in the dinner queue. “Move Dunbar” one of his teammates said playfully, pushing in front of him. “Come on man, that's the third time this week” Liam groaned. “Fuck. Off.” you smiled sarcastically, picking up a tray and positing yourself next to Liam. He looked at you in disbelief for a moment, before coming up with the intellectual response of “Tell your girl to chill out”. “She’s not my-” Liam began awkwardly, before you interrupted. “Apologise and go to the back of the queue before I shove this tray so far up your arse that you-” you began to threaten, until Liam covered your mouth. “I guess I’ll see you at practice- sorry for the inconvenience” his teammate backed away, slightly terrified. You simply turned away and began to casually browse the food selection. “What was that?” he asked, with a slight smirk on his face. “Come on, he was being a total dick” you stated, pouting at the sight of the dreadful food your school was serving. “Y/n” he said, trying to contain his laugh. “Huh?” you glanced up, slightly nervous at the thought of him laughing at you. “You do realise, that you just also pushed in the queue” he said, looking at all of the students behind you that were complaining to one another. “Oh right” you realised the pure irony in that situation. “I think- I'm just going to go” you began to back away, attempting to avoid any more embarrassment for that matter. He grabbed your wrist and you both couldn't ignore the thud of your hearts beating. He assumed that yours increased purely because he shocked you, you on the other hand were confused as to why his did too. You looked as him quizzically, before he quickly let go. “I was just going to say you may as well stay now, we’re almost at the front” he mumbled with that lost expression he does. “I guess so” you moved back into the queue, smiling to the person you were currently squeezing in front of. Neither of you spoke another word for the remanding time you spent there and you barely talked while at the lunch table. It was just weird.

Later on, you all met up at Scott’s house for your weekly pack meeting. Liam had made an excuse not to walk with you like he usually did, he instead arranged for Stiles to come and pick you up. “Y/n!” Stiles beamed as you got into the front seat of his jeep. “Stiles!” you retuned the energy. “Let’s floor it” he said, putting it into reverse. “How many coffees have you had?” you asked with wide eyes, looking down to see all of the empty Starbucks cups. “Today? Only like two or twelve- I can’t remember” he shrugged, speaking a little too energetically. “I better not die in this piece of scrap metal” you whined. “Never insult Roscoe like that” he pointed at you, while still focusing the road. “And you've named it” you laughed. “Don't listen to her, I love you just the way you are” he kissed his steering wheel as you pulled up at Scott’s. When you arrived, everyone else was already waiting for the pair of you. You sat next to Liam, once again hearing his heart beat out of his chest. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows, but he proceeded to stare straight ahead of him. Scott began to speak before you could say anything about his shady behaviour. There wasn't long left of the meeting thankfully, it was one of the most awkward things you'd experienced for some unknown reason. Liam’s heart would randomly race whenever your shoulders brushed or every time he felt you glance at him, which would automatically send your heart into overdrive in response. Normally he would groan when he got bored, but he sat there and barely blinked the whole time. With about ten minutes left, Stiles got a call from his dad and had to leave early, so unfortunately for Liam, that meant walking home with you. The highlight of his week now scaring the total shit out of him.

“Liam will you slow down?” you whined, walking ten steps behind him. “You’re a werewolf now, you cant use the ‘I'm not into sport’ excuse anymore” he called back, referring to how lazy you used to be, before you received the bite. He stopped suddenly, after he could no longer hear the noise of you walking and sighing loudly. He turned around to see you were no longer there and feeling panicked was an understatement, he swiftly turned back around to look for you and practically screamed when he saw you in front of him. “Wow Liam, who knew you had lungs like that” you teased jokingly. “It's not funny, I thought you’d been kidnapped” he breathed half in relief, half in annoyance. “I'm a werewolf, remember?” you said, your eyes then widened at the sight of a flashing neon sign. “Really? That place again” he complained, as you pulled him along smiling. That was the thing you loved about small towns, old school diners with cheap burgers and overpriced milkshakes. Liam groaned but hesitantly followed behind you. You sat in your usual booth and he sat opposite you with a grumpy expression. “What are we doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I'm hungry” you said innocently. He looked relieved for a second, until you continued. “And also to find out why you're avoiding me” you also crossed your arms. “Usual?” the waitress asked, while Liam sunk into his chair. “Please” you smiled. She then looked over at him. “Just a coke” he mumbled. She looked surprised, normally Liam ordered half the menu but she simply nod and walked to the kitchen.

“You’re being weird, tell me what’s up” you raised an eyebrow after a few minutes of watching him pretend to read the menu he was holding, that was upside down. “I'm not being weird” he scoffed, looking anywhere but at you. “I know when you’re lying” you claimed, leaning forward. His eyes flickered for a minute, while he raised his hand to bite his fingernails. “Why are you doing that?” you asked with a slight look of disgust. “Nervous” he replied simply. “There’s no reason for you to be nervous?” you said, focusing on the food that the waitress placed in front of you. “There is when you’re trying to tell your best friend you’re in love with her” he accidently blurted out. Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly looked from your plate to him. The waitress awkwardly backed away after hearing that, trying to supress the smile on her face. “Oh god” he suddenly said in horror, realising what he just done. You sat there with your mouth parted open looking at him. “It just slipped out” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please say something” he squeaked, after you didn't reply. “You love me” you simply repeated. “As a friend-” he tried to lie, “As more than a friend” he admitted straight after. “I-I-” you began to stutter. Liam waited in anticipation for your response, not sure if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. “I cant do this right now” you said, picking up your bag and exiting the diner. He sat there, his head in his hands, feeling a mixture of crushed and guilty for doing that to you- putting you in that position, knowing your childhood best friend had developed more feelings than he should have.

“Y/n you fucking idiot” you said out loud to yourself in your bedroom. You had been pacing for half an hour. “Why didn't you tell him that you feel the same” you groaned. “Oh god” you sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You heard your phone, you picked it up to see a message from Liam; ‘I'm sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t want to ruin us’. You exhaled and attempted to conjure a response. “Fuck this” you said, shoving your phone into your pocket. You didn't slowly approach the situation like any normal human being would, in fact you stormed from your house back to the diner impulsively. You knew he would still be there, his head resting on the table . You burst into the doors and walked over to your booth, it didn't take long for him to recognise the smell of your perfume or the sound of your heartbeat. He lifted himself up, but before either of you could say anything, you sat beside him and pressed your lips to his harshly. He was surprised at first, to say the least. The only reason you pulled away from one another was to catch your breath. You stared at each other, examining every detail. “I owe you ten bucks” the chef whispered to the waitress. Both of your werewolf hearings picked up on that from across the room. “I told you, they were meant to be together from the first time they came here” the waitress beamed. You and Liam laughed in unison, “I guess this means you like me back?” he asked. “I don't like you- I love you” you corrected, putting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. God you’d imagined this moment for years, brushing it off as some stupid fantasy. “I'm hungry” you eventually spoke. “Yeah me too” he agreed. You both glanced over to the waitress and chef. “Its on the house” they spoke at the same time, accidently giving away that they were listening to your conversation. Y/f/n and Liam Dunbar, who’d have thought you’d ever be more than best friends? Well everyone apart from the pair of you, but regardless the feelings you had for him were mutual.

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Request: Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂

Word Count: 1,789

Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning. “Every time I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott agreed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott had to shove his head in his locker to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said with a questioning look, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” Stiles called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around Stiles’ neck and pulling him down the hallway.

You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don't love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don't fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat.

After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn't have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I'm fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn't hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don't say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren't going to change overnight, why don't you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You're right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.

“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott sighed, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and caught eye contact with Stiles, his eyes were glazed and you laughed as he snapped out of his gaze. “I'm doing it now” he stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles sounded concerningly calm. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles, “I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going and I didn't see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/n?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to leave, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I'm telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked as his mouth gaped open. “Yes Stiles, I'm surprised she hasn't figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.

He wasn't in your next lesson and time couldn't have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn't walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat at the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, though you couldn’t help notice as Stiles stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your lunch detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach...Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren't embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that's enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.

Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled widely. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.