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Lydia Martin 4.05 | I.E.D

I'm not like you guys.

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Stiles & Lydia 2.12 | 5.16

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Comfort || Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

a/n: if you’re interested, i am writing a stiles stilinski x fem!oc on my wattpad linked here: veggiekiwi

warnings: angst, mentions of death

words: 897

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“I’m so tired.”

Were the three words that finally broke you, hearing them uttered from your boyfriend’s mouth.

Your eyes widened with fear as you turned to Stiles, who was attempting to sleep next to you, after a week of nightmares, waking up screaming - he had probably gotten a total of 8 hours of sleep in the past week. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking at you, something unexplainable swam in his whiskey irises illuminated by the moonlight.

“Oh Stiles,” you whispered, turning your body towards his, your hand traveling to his pale cheek. He was cold, which scared you, and he was crying, which scared you even more. Stiles was never known to break easily, he was a man of honor, portrayed himself as strong, when inside he saw himself as weak.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he admitted quietly, tears falling down his nose as he stared into your eyes, “I’m afraid to sleep (Y/N),” he paused. His own larger hand goes to your chin, brushing it softly before retracting it, “I'm afraid.”

You felt like sobbing right then and there, hearing those words fall from his mouth. After the past year of fighting supernatural, it was rare to hear Stiles admit to something like that, after his father almost got sacrificed, after almost losing you. He had to be strong, and especially in front of you.

It wasn’t your turn to be comforted though, instead it was his. You pulled his body into yours, his head resting under yours as you kissed the top of his head, his shoulders beginning to rack with sobs, “I just want to sleep Y/N. I’m tired of these nightmares, the days I think I’m dreaming-” He cut himself off, wrapping his strong arms around your lower frame, they almost felt weak.

You shushed him slowly, stroking his hair in comfort. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t gone through what the boy did, so you let him cry into your chest, holding him as much as needed, letting him release the feelings he was keeping within himself.

“It’s okay my love,” you began to whisper, “It’s okay to be tired, you’ve gone through so much, you’re only 17.” You continued to stroke the boy's hair, one hand moving to his back, “You’re the strongest person I know, Stiles.” You admitted, and this was true, out of the whole pack, you truly believed it.

The boy in your arms shook his head slowly, “That’s just it (Y/N),” he whispered, moving from your grasp to meet your eyes, “I’m not strong, I feel so weak. I’m human, I can’t do things the way you can, the way Scott can, I can’t do anything.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the revelation of the boy's feelings, “Stiles…” You began, your voice low, “That’s not true,” you shook your head, your hands going to the boys under eyes wiping away the tears that continued to fall. “You’re the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met. You are constantly there for the pack, we can always count on you for anything.” You kissed the boy's cheek tenderly, “You always figure shit out.” You smiled weakly at this statement, hoping to cheer the boy up, which you did slightly. His eyes lit up as they stared into your own.

He shook his head, wiping his tears haphazardly, “You don’t get it.”

Your heart shattered at these words, your eyes casting downward to your legs entangled with his. He was right, you didn’t get it, you never really would. But that wouldn't stop you from trying to understand, Stiles needed you to, whether he knew it or not.

It was silent for a while, your eyes drifting back up to the boy in front of you, his eyes already on you. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you (Y/N),” he spoke, his voice hoarse from crying. His hand moved to your cheek.

You held a small smile at his touch, something that’s always comforted you, “We couldn’t have done it without you. I couldn’t have done it without you Stiles.

His head shook, “I almost lost you (Y/N),” his voice broke with these words, tears fell again at the thought of that fateful night, you in his arms, dying. “There was nothing I could do to save you, I couldn’t take your pain, I couldn’t heal you-“ you cut him off, your gentle hand going to his chin.

“Stiles.” your soft voice echoing in his ears, “I don’t need that from you, what you did, holding me there, comforting me,” you stopped yourself, attempting to hold yourself together, thinking about the way he begged and pleaded for you to be okay that night. “You were everything I needed Stiles.” you pursed your lips, pulling your body closer to his, “You always will be.”

Stiles accepted you moving closer to him, he wrapped and arm around you and used his other to tilt your chin upwards, kissing you tenderly. As he pulled away there was a look of hope in his eye, but something else that you couldn’t decipher. He smiled weakly at you, “I love you (Y/N),” he whispered, his brown eyes scanning your face.

You pushed yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his frame and muttering into his bare chest, “I love you Stiles.”

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

The Beacon Witch - Pt.5

-Y/n moves to Beacon Hills to stay with her Guardian Deaton and finds love in the shape of a wolf- Reader x Derek Hale-

“Look, we have to go, she’s already showing signs of power imbalance. It’s time to unlock her gift so she can at least have a chance at being what she was born to be. It would be in your best interest to come. There are a lot of things in the world that want to hurt her kind, once people figure out just how powerful she will be, it will only get worse. She will hate me for a few days, but as her mate, you need to be there.” 

Lydia threw her stuff into the back of your uncles truck with a thump. Turns out she wouldn’t be letting you go this road trip alone. You don’t know how or when it had happened, the new girl.. you, becoming best friends with one Lydia Martin, but you couldn’t be more grateful. After you had poured your heart out to her, she realised she had to be there for you. So yup, there you both were, standing in the scorching heat waiting for Deats to close up shop and get on the road. 

After explaining what had happened with your magic while Deaton helped patch Scott up, he decided it was getting too risky not to teach you about your powers. Beacon Hills wasn’t the safest place to learn, especially with Gerard and his goons around, apparently you needed to go to a few sacred places anyway. 

You weren’t sure what you were truly going to endure in the next few days, you didn’t feel overly confident when Deaton stumbled out of the clinic with arms full of all sorts of papers, books and weird looking viles filled with… you didn’t want to know. He was slowly loading everything into his jeep, every now and again looking over his shoulder for god knows what. 

“If I stand out in this heat any longer you’ll have to learn a witchy spell just to bring me back to life.” You chuckled but agreed with your drama queen of a bestie, fanning yourself as beads of sweat trickled down your cleavage. You were about to usher Deaton along when you heard a familiar roar of an engine. In slow motion you turned to watch the sleek black car come down the street right for you. You had to be fucking kidding me. You looked at you uncle incredulously. Lydia shook her head and pulled her sunglasses down slightly, noting another car that followed.

“Turns out, there’s something I need to get on the way to our destination, it’s going to be a long trip and its too dangerous for you to come with me to get what I need. I know you’re pissed right now, but it’s in your best interest.” With that, Deaton placed your luggage on the floor and hopped in his car like nothing was wrong. Had he hit his bloody head? Was he deluded. “I promise kids, you’ll be in safe hands.” You glared after the jeep as he reversed and sped off before you could protest. 

Your stomach was tied in knots, you weren’t ready to see Derek, it had only been a few days since the ice rink incident. Not to mention, the car behind him was packed full of well… his guard dogs. Even from a distance you could see Ericas smug grin. You felt sick. The girl had no reason to dislike you, for one your hardly knew her.

“Okay, I don’t care what happens, promise me you will not leave me in a car alone with Derek fucking Hale.” You had grabbed Lydias hand, shaking slightly. Lydia crossed her heart with her neatly manicured finger. 

“Hope to die Y/N/N.” You sighed, pulling your sunglasses down over your worried eyes. 

“I wouldn’t hope for that Lyd, not in our case.” You folded your arms across your chest in a huff. Who cares if now was the time you wanted to act like a stroppy teen, the whole situation was a joke. 

The cars rolled up, dry earth in clouds of smoke hovered around your bare legs. Shorts and t-shirt was normally a no go for you but today was an exception, exceptionally fucking hot. You noticed Derek was alone in his car, which surprised you, you half expected to see a newly barbied Erica clinging to his arm like a lost puppy. Your inner most thoughts made you giggle which didn’t go unnoticed by Lydia. 

Derek gracefully got out of his car, honestly, what a beauty. The car you mean.. well okay, Derek too. Even in the heat he still donned his usual jeans but no leather jacket, instead tight fitting black henley that truly showed off his godly physique, you weren’t complaining really, if anything you were trying not to drool. But then images of the other night flashed back and you cringed.

“Y/N, get in the car, Lydia.. I didn’t know you were coming, you’ll ride with Erica and Boyd, Issac will come with us.” You were about to protest but you were cut off by a slight growl. You raised an eyebrow. It was too hot to argue. You were just grateful Erica wouldn’t be with you. 

“Lydia I told you not to say hope to die” you chewed your lip in worry.

“Charming.” Lydia popped her gum and grabbed her bag, not before hugging you and quietly reassuring you everything would be okay. Your bag had already been thrown in the boot by Issac who had swiftly made his way over to you. 

“Hey Y/N, your tattoos are cool..”Issac was trying to make small talk and gestured to the large tattoo that ran from your thigh up your shorts and stopped at your hip. 

Derek stood with his arms folded across his chest, his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists and a dark eyebrow raised toward the brown curly-haired boy.

“Lahey, do yourself a favour, if you want to keep your eyes in your head, don’t look at her legs again.” Issacs neck turned red and it crept up to his cheeks, he stuttered an apology and quickly made his way into the backseat of the car. 

“Wow Derek Hale the jealous type, learn something new everyday.” You ignored him and brushed passed him, your skin brushing against his which sent almost a visible shock between your bodies. God, it was going to be a long drive. 

You weren’t wrong, only a couple of hours in and you were getting bored, restless, turned on? Sitting next to your mate proved to be harder than you thought. You couldn’t deny there was a huge connection between the two of you. It radiated of the both of you, so much so you could see it affecting Issacs aura, even though he was in the back seats. You decided to break the silence. 

“So, where are we going?” Issac sat forward. Derek relaxed a little in his seat. 

“New Orleans.” You almost choked. New Orleans was at least a two day drive… “Were stopping at a motel half way, don’t panic.” It was as if he could sense your worry. 

“Oh i’m not worried, I have you and Issac for company, yippee.” You rolled your eyes and kicked your converse clad feet up onto the dash of the car. Derek looked at you out of the corner of his eye, you shrugged and Issac snickered in the back. Yup.. a long drive. 

-hours later- 

“Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning withhhhhh G.” Issac wasn’t actually as bad as you thought, you’d had to give the guy credit, he was pretty funny. 

Derek didn’t seem to mind the interaction as much now the journey had gotten on a bit, he did however keep trying to cover your legs with your abandoned hoodie that lay strewn on the back seats and glanced every so often at Issac to make sure he wasn’t looking, which was completely ridiculous. 

“Grass.” 

“Gate.”

“Oh oh.. Gas station!” You cheered when he got it right. You’d seen the sign for it a way back. You looked at Derek who had his attention dead set on the road, however, the tilt of his lip in the shape of a smile didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Hey, Der, can we stop, i’m hungry and I need to pee.” Initially you hadn’t realised the accidental nick name, it just came out naturally. Issac was looking between you both now, a smirk on his face, you flicked his head. Something about Issac led you to believe you’d become good friends. Derek cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, we need gas anyway.” You could tell it had rattled him a little bit, hell, it’s not like you were expecting it either. 

The car pulled to a stop, the black jeep behind you following in closely. Issac was out of the car in a flash. Then there were two. You don’t know what came over you. 

“You know, i’m sorry I’m your mate. A couple of months ago, I didn’t even know I was a Witch let alone the supernatural existed, I know you asked Stiles and Scott not to tell me.. I’m sorry you didn’t get someone better suited to. whatever this life is…” You were used to being pretty down on yourself, but you couldn’t comprehend how the universe had paired you, someone so damaged with a tough background and no sense of confidence with someone like Derek Hale, an Alpha for christ sakes. He’d got a pretty rough deal. 

You were about to get out, the silence in the air becoming increasingly awkward. The door on your side was pulled shut again as Derek reached over you. You were hyper aware of the fact that Dereks face was inches away from yours, moving would surely cause your lips to touch, the thought crossed your mind for a nano second. 

“I’m not, i’m not sorry, I told you, I get what I want Y/N and you’re exactly what I want. So don’t ever think that. I knew from the moment I saw you that day in the parking lot that you were my mate, I just never thought I’d find mine, I was scared, i’ve seen what can happen to people when they loose their mate, my biggest worry is you getting hurt.” 

Derek Hale had a soft side? Apparently he did when it came to you. You grabbed his hand and smiled, grateful for his insight. 

“Thank you, for telling me how you feel…” You were interrupted when Lydia knocked on the car window, making you jump out of your skin and Dereks hold on your hand tighten. 

“Come on Y/N, I’m not peeing in this shithole alone.” You chuckled, Derek grinned. You didn’t realise how cold it had gotten on your travels. You shivered when the frigid air hit your skin, it definitely wasn’t Beacon Hills anymore and your shorts and t-shirt didn’t cut it. You were heading to the back to grab your jumper when a wad of something was thrown at you. You caught it instinctively, just in front of your face. You couldn’t help but breath it in, the smell, it was incredible. Derek smirked from a few steps away, watching you sniff his jumper. 

“Are you gonna stand there and sniff it, or are you going to put it on.” 

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“He’s tagged me again Lydia, is he normally this weird, what do we actually know about this guy?” You switched the tap off and grabbed some paper towels. Your phone had dinged again with another notification. Matt.. he’d tagged you in another photo on his so called ‘year book’ page, you hadn’t even seen him take it. 

Walking outside you pocketed your phone, you needed some snacks before you could get back into the car. You could see everyone in the gas station, laughing at something Isacc had said. In that moment Derek looked pretty care free, it was a nice change. 

“I don’t know Y/N/N, all I know is that guy has a weird obsession with you, me and Allison noticed it as soon as you moved here, stay away from Matt, he seems.. off.” 

Two bags of skittles, a red bull and some potato chips later and you were off, Dereks hoodie still wrapped around you. He was quiet, but then you put it down to him being Derek, until he turned around. 

“So who’s Matt?” 

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TEEN WOLF MEME: three villains → kate argent

“sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. everything's a joke to me! how else do you think I stay sane?”

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first post lol ;)  I am so quirky

Teen Wolf debate. Should I kjgskjdfbgjksdfgaljdfn A) stop my binge session and start over because season 1-4 are superior or B) stick to it to say I watched all of teen wolf in 2 weeks?!?!? 

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