Summary: Scott McCall x male reader x Stiles Stilinski (poly relationship)
Your parents weren’t overly affectionate, you never really realized that it was an issue until your first relationship when you were all of thirteen years old, you’d just said ‘i love you’ and reached for their hand only for them to laugh and pull their hand away squealing to their friends that you’d gone and said the ‘l’ word. You hadn’t ever thought of it as a bad word but after that day you were starting to reconsider it.
When you start at beacon hills high school you’re single, the flings and half baked relationships you’d had ended before they even began, and for a brief moment you’d considered it was because you were interested in guys and maybe that's why the girls you’d asked when you were younger always shunned you.
You have a massive crush on Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall, you’re jealous of them, they’re in love and it makes you feel a little sick to have to watch them hold hands and mumble into each other's shoulders and necks after a game or during their walks to class.
They notice you, and you cower, horrified they’re going to think you’re a creep like everyone else. You try to avoid them but they corner you, and within moments you’re trying to confess and they’re laughing shaking their heads as they both explain how they’re attracted to you.
That they want to date you, something which you’re more than happy to agree to.
That was four months ago, and you still hadn’t said ‘i love you’ to either Stiles or Scott, they hadn’t said it to you and you hadn’t heard them say it to each other ever so you assumed that it wasn’t that kind of relationship, and then the thoughts bubble up that maybe they don’t want to say it to you, and you shouldn’t say it because nobody wants you anyways.
You push those thoughts away trying to focus on the date that Stiles is planning, it was one of your favourite things about being with both of them, all three of you would switch days to plan dates, it was Stiles’ turn which usually meant a movie night with pizza and cuddling which lead to making out and sleeping in a pile on the bed of whoever’s house you were in, which usually was Scott’s house since his mom was always on shifts, and she was openly accepting of the three of you. Stiles’ dad was happy the three of you were together but he would usually show it with a nod or an almost playful joke at Stiles' expense.
You’re not really paying attention to what Stiles has put on for movie night, you’re too busy being distracted by how Scott’s hands keep inchi up Stiles leg while the other nudges you closer to Scott.
“I love you.” Scott’s voice is soft, but not a whisper so you know he’s meant for you to hear it, you blink owlishly at him nudging your head towards Stiles.
“Well yeah I love Stiles.”
“Course, I’m a delight.” Stiles comments, hand resting on your chest quiet suddenly.
“I love you. Y/n, we both do.”
“I love you Y/N.” Stiles echos Scotts words. You just shake your head and they both frown a little at you.
“You don’t need to say it back Y/N, it’s alright.”
“No I do love both of you but I just, my family, we, we don’t say that sort of stuff, I don’t really deserve it you know..”
“You stop that right now Y/N. You mean the world to me and Stiles and we’ll both vouch for it as long as it takes but you’re going to need to get used to us saying it to each other, and to you.”
“I know but-”
“No buts, besides your cute one of course.” Scott winks and you roll your eyes fondly.
“Seriously just because your parents never said it to you, doesn’t mean you aren’t worth of love.”
“Well-”
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you guys too.” You laugh a little when Scott and Stiles both try to pull you onto their lap.
[Teen Wolf] Scott McCall + “Playing with my hair? I’m going to fall asleep...”
SOFT ! As he deserves
“Playing with my hair? I’m going to fall asleep...”
Scott merely smiled, his fingers still folding through your hair from where your head laid on his thigh. Tonight had turned into somewhat of a luxury- it wasn’t too often that he got a night alone with you. You were never the problem, no, it was just that he seemed to be famous in Beacon Hills, and with that fame came trouble.
A lot of trouble.
So a night in which the two of you could exist together, alone, without fear or danger or even Liam interrupting you, was a blessing, and he would never waste it.
You had decided that you wanted to watch movies with him, and he had done no complaining. Melissa was working late that night and you were alone in the house, with him, so what would he care if you watched a few movies? It was time with you.
He made a fast dinner, frozen pizza, and though it was an easy meal, you enjoyed it nonetheless. He looked absolutely lovely when he cooked, especially when he did it for you.
The night could’ve gone all sorts of places, and it had, but when ten o’ clock came rolling around, you were all settled down on the couch with him. He’d found something on Netflix, something light hearted and funny, but that tried to stay away from cheesy romantics.
In the opening portions of the movie, you’d been leaning against him, curled up and your head resting on his shoulder. But as it went on, and you grew more tired, you readjusted onto your back, legs thrown over the arm of the couch, and your head laying on his thigh.
You had almost drifted off to sleep when you began to feel light movement of your hair, too light to even be called tugging. You opened your eyes with a smile, of course knowing what he was doing.
He only smiled, and kept playing with your hair, and true to your word you fell asleep before the movie was over.
It was the weekend, and you’d already known this was going to turn into an overnight thing, and so your parents knew well that you weren’t coming back home. Whether they knew why or not was another story.
Scott stayed still until he was sure you were dead asleep. Trying to move as little as possible, he grabbed his phone, and took a quick picture, wanting to remember how you looked asleep on him. You were beautiful, and he could stare at you for hours, but he was tired and that position probably wasn’t good for your neck.
He tried, but didn’t manage to get you into his arms without waking you up. You blinked your eyes open to being practically buried in his chest, and quickly you roused enough to know that he was carrying you up and into his bedroom.
Your heart fluttered. He was such a gentleman, and you couldn’t help but liken this treatment to that which royalty receive for their suitors. Scott was a knight in shining armor carrying you to your bedchamber, and your face cracked open in a yawn before you could tell him how he made you feel.
Not until had he set you down in the bed did you manage to break the silence with a soft “I love you”, but once you had his attention was once again all on you. He took your face between his palms and kissed you, slowly, though motivated more through savouring the moment than through fatigue. He wanted to remember the way your perfect lips felt on this perfect night.
You finally had to pull away from him, as you thought he might never let you go.
“It’s time for bed,” you told him, voice just a tad stronger than it was moments ago, “you can kiss me once I’m warm, and under your covers.” That gorgeous smile appeared on his face before the two of you began dressing for bed, and once you had, he took you up on your offer.
Scott McCall is a great guy- pretty much everyone knew it. From his best friend, who could rely on him for anything, to his mother, to that weird dude that was an accused murderer a while back. Everyone knows that Scott McCall is trust worthy and smart, and responsible, and just.
But no one knew his honesty, his kindness, his sweetness better than you.
So this is for @tailsbeth-writes teen wolf writing challenge.
Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader, Reader x OFC (brief), Reader x pack! (brief)
Word count: 4377
Warnings: Lots and lots of angst, blood, death, general non happy ending.
Prompts (In bold) “I’m not ready to die, not like this” and “I’ve never been in love before, so how should I know?”
Song: ‘I’m sick of losing soul mates- Dougie’ give it a listen while you’re reading this.
A/N Please leave some feedback! This is my first teen wolf one shot/ imagine and I would love to hear your thoughts. Also I apologise in advance for my sucky writing.
They say that before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. An instant replay of your greatest moments, with people you love. A moment where you feel at peace. Y/N couldn’t help those thoughts travel through their mind as the pack made their way into the small compound where the nogitsune was waiting for them all.
Being a human had its limitations. Y/N was told to stay back and wait for Scott and the others to stay behind. She noticed the way Scott was holding onto Kira’s hand tightly, scared that if he did let her go, she would be lost forever. Her heart sank slightly at the sight.
Y/N for as long as she could remember was pining over Scott McCall. The seemingly innocent boy next door, with the gorgeous smile, kind deep brown eyes and the slightly uneven jaw line. She can remember the first time that she had met him, almost like it had happened yesterday.
It was a dark and stormy night in Beacon Hills, if Y/N know any better she would have said that it was almost like a hurricane, as the wind howled wildly outside of her car. Loose leaves and the odd tree branch bounced off the windshield of her car, rain pelting down relentlessly, obscuring her vision of the road. She had felt anxious then, driving in such dangerous conditions, but she needed to get home, she wasn’t even supposed to be out tonight. At the time she decided to leave her house, she was filled with adrenaline and rebelliousness. Choosing to be bold she left, to go see a boy she had been talking to for the past few weeks.
As she was driving in the harsh conditions, tears clouding her eyes and her visions even further, she wished she hadn’t gone and done what she did. Daniel. He had broken her heart in a whole 0.5 seconds flat that night. She remembered he told her to meet him at the pier within Beacon hills preserve, at the edge of the lake, saying that he had wanted to see her desperately. Y/N couldn’t contain her elation as she walked to the meeting spot, soon coming to realise that there was no other soul there. She had waited for almost an hour, always coming up with an excuse as to why Daniel didn’t show up.
Even as she sat at the pier, shivering in the cold air, scolding herself for not bringing a jacket, she waited. Eventually a set of headlights illuminated the shivering and lonesome girl, setting the area around her in a dull yellow light. With a hand shielding her eyes, Y/N turned slowly to look at the sight, her spirits lifting dramatically hoping that It was Daniel. It had been Daniel, but he wasn’t alone. He had brought a few of his friends, who as Y/N immediately noticed were all drunk. Y/N bit down on her lip gently and stood up, despite every cell within her body telling her to leave. She couldn’t make herself to, she wanted to hear Daniel out. Hell, she has been wanting to be able to talk to him since the second grade.
Daniel was walking over slowly, laughing obnoxiously loud as he ran his large hand through his tousled dirty blonde hair. The yellow lights of the car, making his normally olive toned skin even more golden. She had smiled at him, walking over to him and his friends slowly as she wrapped her arms around her frame, trying to keep herself warm.
“So this is her huh?” Y/N let her innocent eyes travel to one of Daniel’s friends. A short and stocky boy, with short black hair, a pointed nose and a round face. She didn’t recognise him from school, she concluded shortly.
Daniel nodded his head as he came to stand next to her, wrapping his arms around her curved waist. Y/N let her tongue dart out to run over her lip, looking down uncomfortably at Daniel’s large hand, resting just above her hips, but low enough to be considered unconventional. He hadn’t done this before, ever, this was supposed to be their first time hanging out one on one, he was a senior just about to go to college while she was a sophomore going on to be a junior in a couple of months’ time. Despite the anxiety she felt, she smiled at Daniel, trying to not let her discomfort show as his friends all chuckled and moved closer to them.
“She’s cute right?” Daniel questioned his friends, pulling a shy Y/N closer to him, his hands slowly travelling further down, a little too far down for her comfort. Y/N had shyly grabbed at Daniel’s hand, guiding it to rest on the small of her back.
“Aww she’s so innocent Daniel.” Y/N’s eyes travelled over the group of three boys in front of her. They were all laughing as they looked at her like a piece of meat. She couldn’t help but feeling like she was a gazelle in a pit of lions. No way out and trapped.
“Might have to change that. Right sweet heart?” Daniel stated, a small smile on his full lips. Y/N had furrowed her eyes brows at him, slowly pulling herself at what she once assumed was an innocent embrace, but the more she was here, the more she started to realise that this was not the case.
“I think I’m going to go. I didn’t bring a jacket and my parents will be wondering where I am..” Y/N mumbled lowly, trying to pry Daniel’s hand from her frame. She winced when his grip became hard on her skin. She could feel the redness from the pressure already. Her heart rate increased dramatically when she had taken in Daniel and his friend, all laughing at her ‘innocence’.
“Come on Y/N we’re just teasing.” Daniel murmured right into her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. If this was any other moment, she would have been elated at the gesture, always imagining him doing this exact thing. But now, she felt sick to her core, her blood running cold at the thought of how she stupidly came out to the woods in the middle of the night for a boy she barley knew. She may have been naïve to believed that Daniel was actually interested in her, had wanted to get to know her better, but she wasn’t oblivious to the situation she had now found herself in. A potentially dangerous one at that.
Still she had tried to be polite. Now pushing Daniel’s hand off of her completely. Wrapping her arms around herself as she made her way to the car. Only to be blocked off by four frames.
“Let me go past please.” She stated quietly, eyes down casted in shame. All the while trying to hold back the flood of tears that were forming in her eyes.
“Let her go. She’s no fun. I thought this is what you wanted.” Daniel shouted harshly, making Y/N jump slightly. She chose to not reply to him, letting her head fall to the floor as she quickly sped walk to her small car that was parked right at the entrance of the hiker’s path.
It wasn’t until she left the reserve that the tears came, and when her tears came so did the harsh weather. She chuckled darkly to herself at the irony as she drove down the winding road, heading back towards her home in the centre of beacon hills. Her vision becoming more impaired the more in rained. Y/N hadn’t realised how fast she was travelling in her small hatchback until a deer suddenly emerged seemingly out of the bushes on the side of the road. She had remembered screaming as she swerved, hitting the deer front on. The car she was in came to a halted stop almost on the other side of the road, her neck sore from whiplash.
Should she get out of the car? She hit a deer, she should check on it. So she did, after a few quiet moments. With shaking hands, she opened the door to her car, letting the rain cascade down her frame as she slowly walked to the front of her car, which was beyond repair. Her small hand instantly came to her mouth as she seen the poor creature on the asphalt below, gasping its last breaths, pain evident in its eyes. She never knew someone could cry so much from an animal losing its life, but she wept as if it were her own relative. She knelt down next to the deer, stroking its fur softly, singing a soothing lullaby as it took its final breath. She didn’t know what to do in this moment, her car was most definitely not drivable, and she was in an area that didn’t allow her phone to get reception and she most certainly couldn’t move this deer off the road.
Headlights rounded the corner. Y/N had managed to stand up and walk towards the source, waving her arms wildly. She must of looked like a mad woman, soaked to the bone and all alone in the middle of the night. The baby blue jeep pulled over quickly to the side of the road. Two occupants getting out of the car.
The two figures, which she identified as two males began to walk across the road, holding the hood of their jackets over the heads in a feeble attempt to stop themselves getting wet. They had soon reached her, one of the boys, the lankier of the two instantly going to the front of the car in curiosity, while the other stood a few feet from Y/N.
“You hit a big deer.” The skinnier of the two stated, now looking towards Y/N through his hood. This made the soaking wet girl snort a little at the obvious observation.
“Are you okay?” Y/N whipped her head to the sound of a smooth voice laced with concern. She bit down on her lip to stop more tears coming.
“If it isn’t too much trouble, could I get a lift back to Beacon Hills?” She questioned shyly.
Both of the boys looked to one another, one more hesitant than the other. In the dim lighting, she couldn’t really make out their features. But she felt like she could trust them despite this. The lanky boy began walking to his jeep, only looking over his shoulder and gesturing slightly for Y/N to follow. Without a single protest she began to make her way to the car. She couldn’t help a grateful sigh at the heat the car provided once she stepped foot inside.
“Sorry I’m wetting your seat.” She said from the back, her clothes still dripping.
“Eh, there’s been worse things in that seat.” The driver stated over his shoulder as he attempted to start his car. Y/N scrunched her face, lifting her body up slightly and over to the side in mild disgust. Hundreds of scenarios came into her head at that moment, but what she would soon come to find out, where completely off the mark.
During the short drive she had learnt that the driver of the jeep was named Stiles, and his was his friend Scott. She knew them from school, barely. Their group was a very tight knit group she concluded. They were kind to her, especially Scott. The girl in the back seat was filled with instant regret when they pulled up front to her small house. She had wanted to stay in the car a few minutes longer with these boys, who had somehow managed to make her laugh more in the twenty-minute drive than anyone else.
Y/N had begun to rummage in her pockets for her house keys as the boys patiently waited for her to go to her front door. She felt her face heat up when she couldn’t find them, remembering instantly, her house keys were connected on a key chain to her car keys which were left behind.
“You don’t have your keys?” Scott turned around the seat, looking at her with sympathetic eyes. Y/N only shook her head.
“It’s okay. Just come to my house it’s around the corner from here. My mum is doing a double shift at the hospital so you won’t need to answer any awkward questions.”
Scott had led the girl into his spacious home, turning on the lights as he went. Y/N happened to notice now how built he was, his deep green hoodie, sticking to his large biceps. She hugged her small frame tighter and bit on her lip as she followed Scott to his kitchen. Without direction she gingerly sat down at the table, Scott going to the cupboard to fetch two coffee mugs.
“Thank you for this.” Y/N spoke, sincerity and gratitude lacing her words. She seen Scott smile slightly as he reached for the now boiled water, now pouring them into the mugs.
Y/N wasn’t prepared for the sight before her when Scott turned around. Sure she knew of Scott McCall from school, but she didn’t ever take notice of him or his group, too focused on her friends to notice. She wished she had noticed.
Even with dark chocolate brown hair, sticking to his skin from the rain, and water droplets still glistening from his skin, he was beautiful. She took him all in, from the slightly uneven jaw line, his kind smile and slight dimples, and lastly to his deep brown eyes. She loved his eyes.
Scott’s eyebrows furrowed at the girl as he sat down directly across from her, noticing and smelling the blood that trickled lightly from a small gash on her forehead. He noticed that she watched him with caution, feeling uncomfortable at his intense gaze.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” Scott smiled as she swore. Now letting her small fingers trace her skin for the gash. She winced lowly when she found it, it stung slightly. Scott had already planned to get the first aid kit that was stored in the cupboard.
Y/N looked on in curiosity as Scott pulled down the red first aid box, coming over to her and placing it beside her. He was too occupied with finding the things that he needed.
“It’s only a small cut. I’ll be fine.” Y/N mumbled, pulling a few still wet strands of her H/C behind her ear and away from her face. Scott shook his head and laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned towards her, an antiseptic wipe within his hands.
“It can still get infected.” He stated as he motioned for her to sit still. Gently dabbing the wipe over her cut, before he got out a Band-Aid to stop the blood from trickling down her face. They had stared at each other for a few moments, aware of how close they were but too scared to do anything else. Scott had heard her erratic heart beat and knew the effect he had on her, which is why he pulled away. Allison, his girlfriend flashing in his mind.
“I’m gonna get you a towel and some spare clothes. Feel free to make yourself at home and have a shower.” Scott announced, now leaving Y/N to her own jumbled thoughts. It had been one hell of a night, and she hadn’t noticed how tired she was from the emotional roller coaster. She knew she would have some explaining to do to her parents, but that could wait for tomorrow.
The air grew chilly in the still air within the compound, pulling Y/N from her flashbacks to the past. She was anxious, they had been gone awhile. She noticed that the others were keeping a keen eye on their surroundings, their guard up despite there being no other soul here except for them. But she was only human after all. No supernatural sense of smell or hearing, so even if there was something here she wouldn’t know until it actually was.
Time seemed to tick by slowly, her thoughts constantly working their way back to her friends who had gone to fight the dangerous nogitsune. She prayed that they were all okay, even though she knew deep down that they would be. They were all strong.
Low warning growls were heard before she seen them. The Oni emerged from thin air right before her eyes. She had begun to feel panic, true and raw deep in her bones. She had no idea how to fight, and she didn’t have a weapon. The remainder of the pack that was with her had leapt into action, giving her a few sparse moments to find something. In her fear riddled daze she had managed to find a solid metal pipe, which under any other non-life threatening circumstance may have been too heavy for her to even lift an inch off the ground. But like people say, when adrenaline is coursing through your veins, there’s no limit to what the average human could do.
Despite the many bruises forming on her skin, and the deep gashes on her arm from the Oni, she fought side by side with her pack. Never staying down for too long. Always battling to keep herself and her friends alive. She had felt pride in how liberated she felt at that moment, that she was fighting for someone other than herself.
A loud whine broke her concentration. Isaac was now on the floor, an Oni standing above him readying his blade for the death blow. Y/N can’t remember exactly how exactly she had managed to get in front of Isaac the way that she did, but none of that mattered as she pushed his body out of the path of the blade. The blade that left her bleeding and unprotected on the floor. She grew scared, she knew she was going to die. As she lay there, on the cold floor, soaked in her own blood, she thought of Scott for the second time that night. His beautiful face a perfect vision behind her eyelids.
Y/N had snuck out of home again. She couldn’t sleep, and the one person she wanted to see and talk to was not answering their phone. It was midnight, when she walked up the short drive way to the house which had now basically become her second home. But using the front door wasn’t an option. So she made her way below his window, finding some small stones to toss at the thin glass to gain his attention. After a few minutes there was no response. She bit down on her lip, figuring he wasn’t home and probably off doing some were wolf things with Stiles. So she tried one last time, this time picking up a handful of small pebbles and tossing them at the window.
Almost immediately the dull yellow light from a light lamp filled the previously dark room, and Scott had walked over to the window, opening it and peering down. He was shirtless and his hair was messy. She had felt bad for waking him up.
“Y/N what’s wrong?” Her heart lightened at that. He immediately worried about her before anything else.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” She had questioned.
Scott had then looked over his shoulder for some reason that soon became clear. Kira had now stepped into Y/N’s line of sight, wearing one of Scott’s flannel shirts. Heartbroken could not even begin to describe her feelings, but she pushed it aside and smiled, waving at Kira who reciprocated her actions.
“Actually never mind. I didn’t mean to wake you guys.” Y/N mumbled, turning away from her house and beginning the short work back to hers. She didn’t know if she loved Scott McCall, but what she had concluded in that short time period that liking or loving someone sucked, especially when you had to watch them be happy with someone that wasn’t you. But she would be happy for them never the less.
Despite it being almost midnight, loud footsteps could be heard behind her. They were running. She grew nervous and began to speed up until they had called her name. The girl turned to see Scott running towards her, now fully clothed and hair a little more put together than when she had seen him a few minutes prior.
“Where did you want to talk?” Scott questioned, panting slightly. Y/N smiled at him, turning and leading him silently to a place that she had kept to herself for some time, a place to go where she could think.
And they talked, they talked all night long till the sun came up. Y/N had confided in Scott, telling him her worries about her future, her constant worries for her friends and all the dangers they face and the nightmares that had kept her up at night. Nightmares mainly consisting of her and the pack being killed by another supernatural creature. She had concluded that she had some form of PTSD, or maybe it was just because she didn’t really have anyone to talk to. She didn’t want to burden the pack with her problems when they all had their own to deal with. But tonight, she couldn’t stand to be alone.
So Scott comforted her, and told her about his worries, his dreams and aspirations. They even joked around at some points, completely losing track of time. Too lost and invested in being in the moment. But by the end of it all, they felt lighter and more connected than they had ever been. A new fond bond formed. Y/N wanted to tell Scott what she had been feeling for him this past year or two, but she refrained. She wanted him to be happy, he deserved to be happy the most, he always put everyone before himself, even when the whole weight of the world was on his shoulders. He helped people and found joy in it, it was just Scott McCall, caring and righteous and she loved that about him.
The pack had all stood still, watching their friends body fall to the ground with a loud thump. To their ears, it was almost deafening. Her face was pain filled, but she turned to check that her friend was okay, even though she was the one laying there and dying.
Scott had rushed over to her without a second thought, almost slipping over in the scarlet pool that surrounded her. He had never been this scared of losing someone before, and even though he knew in the rational part of his mind that his friend was going to die, he kept hope that she wouldn’t, that by some miracle she would live to see another day and crack her stupid jokes that made the whole pack laugh, even when they had the worst day imaginable.
“Scott. You made it out.” She whispered, her hand reaching out to cup his face. A proud smile on her lips as she looked at him in complete adoration. The pack had now surrounded the two, but did nothing to separate them.
“Yeah. But that doesn’t matter. You matter, I’m going to get you to the hospital.” Scott stated thickly, his tears were becoming more painful and harder to keep them in. He didn’t want her to see him cry, he wanted her to fight like the fighter he knew she was. But she simply shook her head no.
“I’ve never been in love before, so how should I know? But, I’m not ready to die, not like this. Not without you knowing.” She was crying now, she knew she didn’t have much time and there was a lot she had wanted to say. But the pain was slowly fading away and she knew that meant that her life had minutes or seconds left.
Scott had tried to keep her from speaking, placing his hands on her lips to keep her from doing so. But when he seen the urgency in her gentle eyes, he removed them.
“I love you. I have for a long time, probably since the moment where you put a Band-Aid on my tiny cut. I just wanted you to know, I don’t want to die with regrets.”
Scott had clenched his jaw, tears now streaming down his face as he looked down at the girl who was still smiling up at him. Her eyes filled with love. She was crying too, bringing her hand to gently run through his hair and over his cheek as she coughed. She coughed up blood. The blood spilled over her chin and splattered on her cheeks but she still tried to smile up at Scott through the pain.
“Can you kiss me just one time?”
Scott realised that if he had the chance, he would have kissed her whenever she wanted. His lips gently embracing hers in their first and only ever kiss. Scott knew he should be weirded out by the blood staining her lips, but it had taken this moment to realise that he had loved her too. He knew he would regret every action and moment leading up to this moment. He would regret not telling her he loved her to before all this happened.
“I love you too (Y/N) so much. Please don’t-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he crashed his lips to hers, cupping her face in his hands as he held onto her for dear life. She did the same. But as he kissed her, he could hear her heart beat slowing down, becoming weaker. He knew she had seconds left.
“I love you.” He reaffirmed again, against her lips as she smiled and took her last breath. Her heart beat no longer heard. Scott didn’t know what to do in this moment, so he sat there with her, gently cradling her limp body is his arms. Slowly rocking them back and forth as he rested his head against hers. His tears staining his cheeks. He would regret this for the rest of his life, and he would realise later on that he was sick of losing soul mates.
Summary: The pack tries to find out who it is you have a crush on. Of course, your friends wouldn’t be your friends if they didn’t get it totally wrong.
A/N: Hi guys. Thank you so much for all the love you’re giving me for my writing. It means a lot. Anyways, here is a new one, and I hope you like it.
Prompts: “I would never date me.” – “You’re Satan.” – “Stop looking so smug.”
Masterlist
“Pack meeting tonight at Y/N’s place!” Stiles exclaimed, taking his place right beside you at the lunch table. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Scott approaching as well.
“What? Why at my place?” Your heart started hammering in your chest.
“Got something to hide?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively at you.
“No.” You quickly retorted, maybe a bit too quick. “Why can’t it be at your place?”
You tried to keep your eyes focused at Stiles when Scott went to sit at the opposite side of him.
“Because your mom has the late night shift, so we’ll be alone.”
Liam let out a snort from the other side of the table. “Yeah, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact you have the biggest flat screen of us all, and they’re playing a marathon of that new tv show he likes.” Stiles narrowed his eyes at Liam.
You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, fine, pack meeting at my place.” You poked your food with your fork a bit before pointing a finger at him. “But you’re bringing the snacks.”
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“Hey,” Scott ran after Lydia, who was making her way towards her locker, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?” she said when he caught up with her, just as she had reached her destination.
“It’s about Y/N.” Lydia pulled open her locker to put in some books, before searching for the book she needed for next period.
“What about her?” she furrowed her brows, not following what this was about.
“I think she likes one of us.” He said nervously.
She finally looked up at him and let out a small laugh. “Well, as big as my ego might be, I doubt it’s me.” She patted him on the shoulder lightly before rummaging back between her books, finally finding the one she needed.
“What? No, I mean one of the pack.” He paused, waiting for a reaction that didn’t come.
“Listen, her heart rate went crazy at lunch time, and I was wondering if you might know who it is.”
“Well, I don’t.” she slammed her locker shut. “But if you want to know so desperately, just look who she’s with when her heart beat speeds up.”
➳
Next period you had was with Scott and Stiles. You had been walking with Stiles towards the class room, since Scott had claimed he needed to do something first.
“And then the girl finds out he was her father, so she—” Stiles rambled on and on about the tv show.
“Stiles, you can binge watch it at my place if you stop talking about it right now.” You let out a sigh. Damn that boy was exhausting. You grabbed a book out of your bag, making your eyes wander towards the door, so you could see Scott walk in. You quickly looked away towards Stiles when your heartbeat went a little crazy.
“And I was wondering if I could sleep over since you have one of those convertible sofa beds?” He gave you his warmest smile and a puppy look.
“Sure,” You said nervously when you saw Scott take his place next to you, “but if you snore I will kick you out of my room.” You playfully threatened.
“I don’t snore!” He shifted his gaze towards the boy sitting next to you. “Scott, tell Y/N I don’t snore.”
You turned around to look at Scott and tried to look indifferent, but he just looked at you two like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.
“Hmm,” he hummed, “what?” He asked absent mindedly.
“Everything okay?” He asked his friend, sounding worried.
He looked between the two of you, and you weren’t able to control your heartbeat. Damn it, he could probably even hear it from miles away.
“Uhm, yeah, just a bit lost in thoughts.” He gave you and Stiles a fake smile, but the last one didn’t seem to notice.
“Quick Y/N, write down the date, because that doesn’t happen that often.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes, turning your head back towards the other side. “You’re an idiot.” Scott was watching the both of you closely.
“Yeah, but you love me.” He smirked.
Next to you, Scott was observing the two of you with wide eyes.
You laughed at your best friend. “Shut up.”
➳
When the final bell rang, you made your way towards your locker. You just rounded the last corner when you saw Stiles waiting at your locker.
“You really can’t wait 2 minutes to see me?” You smiled at him while unlocking your locker. “You did offer me a ride home.”
“Yeah, about that,” he began, but you abruptly cut him off.
“Stiles, don’t make me ride that bus.” You pouted. “Please.” you blinked your eyes a couple of times.
“No, I can still drive you home,” he said, so you started rummaging through your locker to find your stuff. “I just wanted to tell that I’m quickly going to stop at my home first, so I could grab some of my stuff,” you looked back up at him at this point, just in time to see Scott round the corner coming towards his locker, which just happened to be near yours, “and then I could just stay at your place afterwards.”
You quickly looked back at your friend, feeling your heart rate go back up.
“Sure, let’s go.” you smiled, closing your locker, following after him.
“Oh hey Scott, didn’t see you there.” you greeted when he was closer.
He looked at you and Stiles, and seemed to examine the two of you.
“Hi, well, see you tonight.” he smiled at you.
➳
“Lydia!” Scot yelled in the parking lot when he saw the strawberry blonde locks bouncing while she walked to her car.
“I found out who she likes.” he said when he had caught up with her. “It’s Stiles.”
She looked surprised. “We’ve got to tell him.”
➳
You held the door open so Stiles could come in with his stuff, which barely fit through the door.
“You realize you’re just staying here for one night, right? I’m kicking you out of my house first thing tomorrow morning.” You told him, walking through your house towards your room while holding all the doors open for him to pass through. He just dropped everything on the sleeping couch, making it easier for you to see what exactly he had been carrying.
“Really Stiles? A pillow?” You looked around your room towards your own bed, filled with cushions, and back towards the couch, which had its own pillows as well, “blankets, and a night lamp?” You raised one eyebrow, making clear he was an idiot. “What are you going to do, build a blanket fort?”
“For your information, these are all vital supplies, okay.”
You picked up 3 tubes of gel. “Vital supplies, right?”
Stiles was about to answer with a snarky comment, when his phone beeped from somewhere under all his stuff.
“It’s Scott.” He announced when he had found his phone, and pushed the answer button. “Hello?” He asked.
You placed your bag near your desk, and started taking out some books you’d need during the weekend.
“Oh, Lydia, hi, what’s up?” He suddenly asked, making you frown. Why would Lydia be with Scott? And why would she call with his phone?
It seemed like she had a lot to say, because it took a while before Stiles spoke again. “Are you sure?” He looked up to where you were standing, and you mouthed a ‘what?’ at him.
“Yeah, well, thanks for telling me.”
“What’s going on?” You asked curiously.
“What?” He looked up from his phone. “Oh, nothing, just something about a group project we’ve been working on.” He said absent mindedly.
“Okay,” you accepted his answer warily, “you want to get those snacks ready?” You walked passed him towards your door, “oh, and I want to order some pizzas for later, sounds good?”
“Yeah, sure.” He agreed thoughtfully.
➳
Your friends had arrived, and you had ordered some pizzas for dinner. You had found some of your old games, and you all decided to play some sort of quiz game.
“I want Stiles!” You shouted out when there had been decided you and Lydia were appointed as team leaders, making everyone look at you, and Scott almost spitting out his water.
“What?” You asked them all. “No offense, but he is clearly the smartest of us all,” your eyes met Lydia’s, “besides Lydia of course.” You hastily added.
“Hey, uhm, Y/N, can we talk?”
You raised an eyebrow, not knowing what the problem could be.
“Sure.” You followed him towards your room, where he closed the door behind you.
“Y/N, I might be smart, but you know what else I am?” he started his conversation.
“Confusing?” you tried, really not getting what this was about.
“I’m socially awkward, a sarcastic pessimist, and truthfully, I am not that good at lacrosse.” He started ranting.
“I would never date me.”
Not knowing where this was coming from, you started cheering him up.
“I don’t really know what kind of crisis you’re having right now, but come on Stiles. You’re sweet, caring, a good listener, and since when is being sarcastic a negative thing? I’m sure someone likes you, and they might be closer than you think.” You winked at him, hinting at his adorable crush on Lydia.
His mouth fell open in shock, and his eyebrows couldn’t be closer towards his hairline than in that moment.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry I have to say this, but I’m your friend.”
You raised an eyebrow, still not knowing what was going on. “And you’re sorry about that because?”
He sighed. “We can never be more than friends.”
You looked at him for a moment, before bursting out in laughter.
“I’m serious!”
You stopped laughing when you saw he wasn’t making a joke. “And why would we want that?”
“Well, Scott noticed your heart rate went faster whenever you were near me, and Lydia told me earlier.”
You placed your hand over your forehead. “And you listened to Scott and Lydia? I’m seriously regretting calling you smart.”
He tilted his head in confusion. “But if it wasn’t me, then wh—, oh.” he said, suddenly looking smug. “I know who you like.”
“Stop looking so smug.” You narrowed your eyes at him, irritated he now knew about your crush.
“You got to tell him Y/N.” He reasoned with you. “He needs to know.”
“But what if he just sees me as a friend?” you asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try.” he reasoned with you. “And if you don’t say anything, I will.”
You narrowed your eyes again. “You’re Satan.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” he said, looking smug again.
“Scott!” you yelled from the hallway towards your living room, Stiles walking in front of you. “We need to talk.” you said when you saw your friends eagerly waiting to know what happened. You didn’t wait for a response and just made your way back towards your room, sure he would follow.
“Yeah?” he asked innocently when he had entered your room and closed the door behind you.
“You listened to my heart rate?” You crossed your arms in front of you, and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, uhm—” he started, but you quickly cut him off. “And you thought I had a thing for Stiles?”
“You don’t? But for who then?” He was getting very confused.
You sighed, getting a bit impatient. “I don’t know, Scott. Who was always there with us when you were listening to my heart beat?”
He seemed to think about it, when suddenly his expression changed. If real life would be a cartoon, a light bulb would’ve appeared above his head.
“Oh.” he said. “Oh, thank God.” He let out a breath and seemed relieved.
“Wait what?” Now it was your time to be confused.
“You like me.” he smiled, and you didn’t even need to give an answer, it was that obvious since you were blushing and your heart was pounding out of your chest.
He stepped closer towards you, taking your hand in his, “And if you would have the hearing of a werewolf,” he began, placing your hand on his neck, “you would know I feel the same way about you.”
You looked up at him, looking him straight in the eyes, as you felt his heartbeat do the same as yours under your fingers.
You couldn’t say anything, because you were too shocked to come up with the words. Because this, this only ever happened in your dreams.
He seemed to be fazed as well, because he didn’t speak either.
And then, suddenly, he came closer, ever so slightly, and you started doing the same.
Your lips barely touched a second, when the door opened, revealing Stiles, which made you both turn your head when he spoke.
“Hey guys, you co—” you grabbed one of his pillows he had brought and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face.
“Woah, okay, nevermind.” he quickly shut the door again.
“Please don’t have sex where I’m supposed to sleep though!” he yelled through the closed door.
“Shut up Stiles!” Your cheeks turned red, knowing very well everyone had heard him yell that. Damn supernatural hearing.
You turned back towards Scott, and gave him a small smile.
“I guess we should get back.”
“We could,” he started, getting closer towards you, “but they can wait.” he smiled, and pulled you towards him, making your lips curl as well.
They sure could wait. After all, you had been waiting for this moment for a long time as well.
Summary: Scott McCall (female)/Male reader, Reader develops a crush on Scott after summer when Scott gets hot, Stiles gets sick of Scotts obliviousness to reader, especially after being bitten and asks Scott out on reader’s behalf.
”Earth to Y/N, Y/N man you okay?” Stiles waves his hand in front of your face and you blink, turning towards him to nod.
“Yeah all good.” You assure him but can tell he doesn’t believe you.
“You’re watching Scout aren’t you, just ask her out man, it’s not that hard you know…”
“It’s so hard, like I get your besties with her so like she doesn’t affect you but like god damn Stiles you have to at least notice how hot she is?”
“Yeah she started working out over the summer, like everyone else, big deal.” Stiles shrugs hoping you don’t think too much farther into it about Scout getting bitten and turned into a werewolf. You don’t and instead you just slump next to him.
“Seriously there’s no way she’d want to go out with me, she’s captain of the girls soccer team and basically super popular, I’m just her dorky friend by the sidelines, no offense Stiles.” You nod to him and he laughs a bit.
“She’s head over heels for you but sure keep denying it.”
“It’s not denial, it's just a fact.”
Scout’s grinning and pulls you into a hug as you cheer for her, she’d just scored the winning goal and you knew why everyone had chosen her as captain, her excitement was infectious.
“That was killer, you got a good look at me yeah?” Your face flushes at the innuendo and she grins, seeming oblivious about it.
”Yeah the goal was good.” You mumble a little wondering what you can blame the flush on your face on.
“Dude you were cheering so much you’re basically an entire tomato for a head, besides I’m pretty sure you forgot how to breathe.” You smack Stiles on the back of the head when Scout isn’t looking.
”Seriously Scout, just ask him out, he’s dying for you too.”
“I dunno Stiles, he’s never seemed interested in me that way, I think he might even be crushing on you.”
“I swear he’s not okay Scout, just please, ask him out for me.” You know you shouldn’t be eavesdropping and you’re sure you should leave before you catch the name of the guy that has caught Scout’s eye, of course there’s a sinking feeling that Stiles is giving Scout advice to ask himself out, that she’d used a fake name. You leave before you can hear anything else and Scout sighs, Stiles glaring.
“You should have remembered about the wolf hearing Stiles.”
“Oh my god is that why you didn’t say Y/N for like the past twenty minutes, please Scout, please just ask him out for me?”
“No, if you want us together so bad just ask him out for me.” She laughs and Stiles grins, Scout narrows her eyes and Stiles just smirks more.
“What are you planning?”
“I have an idea, seriously don’t stress.”
“I’m already stressing.”
“Well stop
”So a date on friday? After the game?”
“Stiles, Uh I appreciate it, but I’m not interested in you…”
“Oh? Wait Scout no, not me, uhh Y/N.”
“Oh you know I’m into him already, that’s great, you haven’t told him have you?”
“I was asking you out for him.”
“Oh uh, yes I’d love to go out with Y/N!” Scout grins and Stiles cheers.
“Thank god, I was gonna be so pissed if you said no, the two of you have been pining over each other like lovesick puppies.”
“There’s no way Y/N noticed me at all.”
“He’s noticed you since summer but it’s gotten so much worse since you joined the soccer team, seriously the poor guy almost had a heart attack when you showed up in your uniform the other day.” Scout laughs and shakes her head watching as your face flushes.
Hey I was wondering if you could do a request I have about Scott from teenwolf I was wondering if the story could be based off of halseys music video colors but Scott and the reader end up together in the end
I’m glad u want to b with Scott bc the dad creeps me out in that vid
Also I hope I did that masterpiece of an emotion evoking video justice? (Literally if you cut out the dad portion of that vid I love it bc it’s a great love story so I hope that shines through here)
Your dad has known Melissa McCall for as long as you can remember. You never could quite figure out where they knew each other from- it could be high school, or work, or a book club, depending on the time of day you asked. Because of that, you grew up close with the McCall family.
It was almost nice, because you didn’t have a mom, so Melissa McCall was a welcome parental figure to have around. But the main good thing about that connection was absolutely her son, Scott McCall. Scott McCall, one of the most handsome guys you’ve ever hung out with, or maybe you think that because you’ve had such a strong friendship with him for so long.
Sometimes your father goes to his lacrosse games with Melissa, and of course you’re dragged along, absolutely against your own will. And if you happen to bring your instant Polaroid camera along, it’s because you have a photography habit, obviously. No further reason.
Your friends make fun of you, sometimes, with your clunky camera and your photos straight out of the seventies. But you can’t help it, it’s fun, and it creates pieces of art in your every day life.
This one picture- it’s one of your favorites. It’s Stiles’ Jeep, actually, with Scott in the passenger seat, his window rolled down, and a bright smile on his face. He was in the midst of laughing, and the whole photo was tinted blue.
Those photographs are the best thing in your life. You carry them with you, all hours of the day, you spread them out on your bed and organize them by color. If they’re special enough, you glue them into a notebook, to keep them safe. You love those photographs- because you love him.
You have photos of Scott playing lacrosse. Photos that could be pulled from a magazine of him on his motorcycle, black leather and bike contrasting grey concrete around him. You have photos taken through cracks in doorways of locker rooms after lacrosse practice, never, of course, of anything too naughty.
You didn’t dare tell him how much you loved him- how could you? Ruin your relationship with one of your best friends? How were you supposed to know that he would stare at you from his seat beside Stiles, who you sat in front of? How were you supposed to know that when he jumped onto the bleachers that one day during lacrosse practice, it was just to talk to you?
You dared to think it, sometimes, when he hugged you just a bit too tight as he and you parted ways, or when you caught his gaze in class. But he was so handsome, how could he have eyes only for you? With a smile that beautiful?
He almost caught you and your poloroids, once, when you sat in your car after school, a pile of them on your passenger seat. His quick smacks on the hood of your car alerted you, luckily, and before he reached your window you tossed your jacket over them. It had been lucky- you wouldn’t always be.
Squished between your books and your rib cage there was a whole pile of polaroids, showcasing his gorgeous smile, his tan skin. Some were innocent, like the night Melissa insisted you take a photo of the two of them and your father, and some were less so. You were opening your locker when you saw him walking down the hall toward you, and panicking you tried opening your locker faster.
His words to you surprised you, or maybe made you jump for an entirely different reason, and the square papers fell from your grip into a pile on the ground below. You fell as quickly as you could to your knees to collect them before he saw them, but gentleman he was he kneeled beside you to assist. He lifted only a single photo before you saw him slow, and you froze to await his reaction as he stood up slowly.
“Wow,” he breathed out, and you scooped up the remaining pictures before straightening up and pressing your back to the lockers behind you.
“Are those all of me?” He asked you, and you swallowed hard, barely able to respond. You pulled a single additional one from your collection, your favorite, that picture of his smile inside Stiles’ Jeep. You gave it to him, slowly, extending your hand to him. Gently, as though trying not to startle you, he took it from your hand, his fingers brushing yours.
“I didn’t know you felt this way,” he said to you, his eyes rising from the photos to you, his eyes full of fondness and a mild dose of surprise meeting yours, noticing their panic. “It’s okay,” he said, that gorgeous smile spreading on his face. “You make me look really good.” He handed the photos back but took your opposite hand, slowly stepping closer and gently slotting his lips to yours.
Like he broke a spell you could move again, and you tucked the photos into a pocket before using both hands to grip onto his shirt, and this was everything you had been hoping for.
His touch that filled you with red, his skin warmed by an orange sunset, the energy in his body breathing yellow, his kindness blooming with green. In those deep brown eyes you found a richness, a complexity of every shade of purple, and his hair black as night. He was every color you could imagine, every color you might hope to see in one of your photographs, but your favorite was blue, the blue of the Jeep in your favorite photograph, your favorite was blue.
Roe [Teen Wolf] Scott McCall + D, M Fluff Alphabet
we stan one (1) uneven jawline
Dreams
-Scott’s dream, at its basest level, is to make sure you’re safe.
-he doesn’t know how much control he has over the future, but if he’s going to hope for anything, it’s that the supernatural can die down and he can have a solid life.
-which is kind of a sad dream but it’s his
-he thinks sometimes about Derek’s family, about how the pack had a big house and it was, well, domestic
-sure, having Stiles and Lydia and Liam and company living with him may be weird, but if the house is big enough and it keeps everyone together, as safe as possible, it’s a good dream
-okay the Hale pack’s story didn’t end well sure but they had a good run. Occasionally when Derek opens up about it, he tells stories about christmases and Fourth of July parties and damn if he’d love to have that with you
-no more dread doctors or ghost riders or alpha packs or chimeras. Just the pack, family, friends.
-sometimes he dreams about getting a job as a vet and having a sickeningly normal life
-after everything he’s been through, that’s all he could want. A normal life. A partner and a solid job and a house
-he could make breakfast almost every morning if he wakes up early enough. Bay windows.
-safety. Stability. Happiness, and you.
Marriage
-Scott absolutely wants to get married
-He’s a little scared because of his parents but he’s seen how much Sheriff Stilinski loves his wife and wants that
-okay he knows he’s going to marry you for a long, long time, or at least he thinks so, but he lets the world go on for a while because he’s nervous and what if he doesn’t know what to do? What if it ends badly? Most things do with him, so what if-
-it was Liam who finally was like “okay propose please you’ve stretched it out for too long”
-and as soon as he was given a kick in the ass (even Derek agreed) he started planning
-y’all met in beacon hills. Fell in love in beacon hills. Almost died in beacon hills (whoops). So it didn’t feel right to do it anywhere else
-it was a great day, he stole you from work early and took you out for lunch, and it was winter so the sun went down super early
-he took you up to that hill that overlooks the town. You hadn’t been there in a while and it was a great night and you told him that
-he smiled and said that he hoped he’d make it better
-and he kneeled with a ring.
-every year on your anniversary he gets you a bouquet of small white flowers, with big red roses in the middle, one rose for every year you’ve been married
-he’s sweet and he loves you and that never changes. His life is hectic but he makes time for you and that’s what he’ll always do
Summary/Request: A Scott imagine where the reader is a Mikaelson and she’s gone to Beacon Hills and has joined the pack. Klaus and Elijah have tracked her to beacon hills and have come to get her but she doesn’t want to go back to New Orleans so they let her stay because they can tell that Scott makes her happy. Oh, and can Klaus and Elijah threaten Scott in a jokey way. Thank you!! - Anonymous
Word Count:2259
A/N: I’m going to try writing in the third person and see how it goes.
Beacon County. It sounded like a normal place, plenty of humans to eat. It was where Y/N Mikaelson decided she would stay. Yes, you read correctly, Mikaelson. You may be wondering how she managed to escape her family. I tell you it wasn’t easy. It included killing a few people but there was nothing she wouldn’t do to get away from her family, especially when they were at each other’s throats.
Her first action in this town was to compel a woman to let her live in her house. Y/N was living there under the lie that she was this old woman’s niece’s daughter and that her family had passed on leaving her as Y/N’s only family. A few weeks later, the deed’s of the house were put under Y/N’s name and she killed the woman, a few extra sleeping pills and draining her blood gave the illusion she died in her sleep which is what Y/N needed.
It was at the funeral of this old woman where Y/N smelt a wolf. The scent lingered on a tall brown haired boy. Werewolves? In this town? Y/n decided to investigate. She cornered him at the wake.
“What is your name?”
“Stiles Stilinski.”
“Who is your alpha?”
“Scott McCall.”
“How many more of there are you?”
“There are a few thousand humans here dude”
She stopped. No one even in her thousand years of living had answered to her compulsion with sarcasm.
“Do you have vervain growing in this town?”
“What’s vervain?”
She ignored him and pressed on.
“slap yourself.”
“No, why would I slap myself? Look, I’m like 75% sure that you’re not a human. I’ll take you to Scott if you tell me what you are.”
You showed him your fangs.
“Cool!” He pocketed something.
“What is that?”
“Mountain ash. It’s probably beacon hills version of that vervain stuff”
The boy, Stiles, lead her to a beat up blue truck.
“Roscoe, vampire. Vampire, Roscoe”
“My name’s Y/N.”
“Right, Y/N”
“Look, no offence but I’d much rather take my car.”
She turned and walked to her range rover.
“Well, I take Roscoe everywhere so you can follow me.”
She rolled her eyes and got in her car and followed him.
In the short while Y/N had been in this town she didn’t see much of it. From the short drive to the Alpha she came to the realisation she was in white picket fence territory, something she wasn’t used to.
Stiles stopped and parked up outside a well-kept home. She followed his actions and walked straight into their home.
“Scott! I got someone you need to meet!”
She walked into the living room which was full of teenagers and two adult men. She gagged at the overwhelming scent of wolves, something she hadn’t smelt in a long time.
“Sorry, you guys just really stink.”
“Pack, Y/N. Y/N, Pack”
“Which one of you is the Alpha?”
She was surprised to see that a tall brown haired boy stood up. His hair was in a quiff and he had a neutral expression. She could see his muscles through his shirt, and they were not a bad sight.
“I’m Scott McCall.”
“Y/N Mikaelson.”
“Mikaelson?” A redhead asked.
“Yes, why?”
She went on her phone and read something out loud.”
“Fearing for their lives, Esther turned her family into beings that could not be harmed, allergic to sunlight and feasted on the blood of humans. Her children, Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah and Y/N and her husband Mikael were the first vampires to be created. They have been nicknamed The Originals”
The pack turned and looked at her.
“Well, Finn’s dead, Nik is now half vampire half werewolf since mummy dearest got into bed with the Alpha of a wolf pack and Kol’s dead for the second time after reincarnated witch Finn cursed reincarnated witch Kol and Dad’s dead too since Klaus stabbed him to kill my Aunt Dahlia.”
The pack looked very confused.
“Most of my family is dead.”
“No offence but why are you here?”
“Just a little get away from my brothers is all. Klaus and Elijah can be pretty over bearing at times.”
“Why did you want to meet me?”He asked looking you up and down
“Set some boundaries, I feast on humans you can either cover it up or I’ll begin to eat you too.”
“What were you trying to do to me after the funeral?”
“Compulsion. An example.”
She went towards a tall blond haired boy wearing a scarf.
“Slap your self.”
He complied.
“Ow, what the fuck?”
“It is a power that I have that’s like mind control. You do whatever I want. It’s good for eating people and you don’t want them to scream, you just compel them to not scream and drain the lives out of them. Any way boundaries don’t interfere with what I do.”
And with that, she used her vampire speed and left the home.
Over time Y/N had to join the local high school to prevent any suspicion. During her time at school, she often found herself surrounded by the Alpha. In his words, he was ‘making sure you don’t notice drinking the blood of students during the lunch hour’. It turned out that the two had some things in common and it took a short while for him to ask her out on a date. It was successful and they went on much more until he asked her to be his girlfriend. The title of girlfriend meant that Y/N had joined their pack. The new addition had different reactions. Lydia and Liam, the two people she was closest with were overjoyed. Kira, on the other hand, was not. It turns out she has a crush on Scott and the news about Y/N and Scott’s relationship was not good news. Nonetheless, they were a cute couple. They looked out for each other during fights and knew how to calm the other down during stressful times, Scott really cared for Y/N and Y/N really cared for him.
“OK, Stiles managed to steal a bunch of the evidence from his dad. Three people in the last week have been killed and found tossed on the side of the road.”
Y/N took a folder from the coffee and returned to her seat on Scott’s lap, he placed his hand on her thigh and rested his head on her shoulder, which earned her a look from Kira. She opened the folder and held it in a way that Scott and Y/N could both read it.
“So one had their head ripped off, another one had been slashed by a knife and the most recent on had-”
She read the two words and stopped talking
“Puncture wounds” Scott finished off.
The pack looked up and stared at her, looking for an explanation.
“I swear, it’s not me. I’ve been drinking the blood bags Melissa’s been giving me. I have a feeling it’s my brothers. They’re in Beacon Hills.”
As if on cue, Niklaus, Elijah and Freya sauntered into Y/N’s home, she got up immediately and stood in front of her pack.
Klaus tutted.
“I’ll admit, it was a whole lot easier for you to live in a home where we don’t need to be invited in.”
“Niklaus.”
Klaus held up his hand to shush Elijah.
“I’ve been going out of my head for the past 4 months trying to find you. I questioned every witch in the quarter and none of them knew where you were. Every locator spell backfired. Until a few weeks ago, when little old Davina Claire was shunned from her coven. It seems like the magic she used to conceal you fizzled out.”
He walked towards Y/N and pulled her into an embrace.
“My dear sister, how we have missed you. We thought of many ways to bring you home and I didn’t want to do this to you Y/N, but it seems you and I share the same stubbornness and you won’t return home without it.”
He pulled out a dagger and went to dagger Y/N with it. Scott’s eyes widened and he rushed to Klaus, grabbing his hand and stopping it from being stabbed into her back.
“Leave. Her. Alone” He growled, his red Alpha eyes flashing.
Klaus laughed.
“Does this little boy expect to stop me?”
He let go of Y/N and used his vampire speed to have him pushed against the wall, held up by his neck. Isaac went to help him but Freya stopped him with her magic.
“My little sister needs to return home. She belongs with her family. Not some teenage wolf boy.”
“It’s not up to. You. She can. Do what. She wants.” He began to lose his breath
Isaacs yells of pain got louder.
“STOP” Y/N yelled, hating to see two parts of her life in conflict.
Nik dropped Scott and Freya stopped hurting Isaac. Y/N ran to Scott and helped him up.
“Can you not see that I am happy here? I don’t want to go back to the quarter. I am staying in Beacon Hills. No matter how many times you kidnap me and take me back to New Orleans I will leave and I will come back here. You need to stop this Niklaus. You’ve ruined Rebekah’s life, must you ruin mine too?”
“Enough! I am protecting you. That is all I have ever done so don’t you dare-” Nik yelled.
“I’m protecting you, it’s for your safety. Every fucking time I get away from you, you come and shout at me and expect me to step back into line. I’m sick of it Nik and I’m sick of being controlled. I like it here. People are friends with me because they like me for me, not because my big brother will kill their family.”
Elijah understood what Y/N was going through for he had seen Klaus’ impact on her life. He would kill men that were in love with his sister in the fear that she would leave their family.
“Niklaus, Y/N, if I may, it seems our sister had found friends in this group of mismatched supernatural creatures. I will not stand here and let you stop her from living her life as she pleases.” Elijah interjected
She smiled at Elijah.
“This is why you’ve always been my favourite ‘Lijah”
Klaus turned to her with a murderous look.
“You just pissed him off more dude, you should’ve stayed on his side,” Stiles yelled from behind Liam.
“I will not stand by and let Elijah be your favourite sibling. I’m not letting this happen. Which is why, Y/N, you can stay. However, you need to visit us and Christmas must be spent in New Orleans, Rebekah won’t stand for us being separated on one of her favourite days. I want an hour long face time session every Saturday is that understood?”
“Yes, Nik”
“Now come here and give your big brother a hug.”
Klaus held out his arms and Y/N ran into them giving him the hugest good bye hug. She did the same to Elijah and Freya.
“Before I leave, you wolf boy. Come here.”
Scott stepped forward and faced Elijah.
“If you dare hurt my sister, I will ensure that every bone in your body is broken 100 times over. I will cut you open and fill you with Wolfsbane if I find out you have hurt her in any way.”
“I promise I won’t hurt her, sirs and- and ma’am”
Klaus smiled at him as amused.
“Well, we should leave,” Stiles said, scratching the back of his head.
“Yes, we all should and let your little Alpha process what has happened. Might I add that my brother is a very noble man and he does good on his promises, no matter how bloody the outcome.” Klaus said with a smirk
Soon the house was empty except for Y/N and Scott. Scott was sat on the sofa while Y/N got him a glass of water.
He took a sip and put his arm around Y/N
“So you just met my brothers.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“And?”
“They’re pretty scary. Your sister is badass too.”
“Well at least they approve, I mean you wouldn’t want the most powerful vampires and witch in the world hating you.”
“I don’t care if they didn’t approve, no one can stop me from loving you.”
Y/N froze.
“You love me?”
Scott blushed realising what he said, but with the look on Y/N’s face, it looked like it was a mistake.
“Well, I mean love is a strong emotion and I know that we’re-”
She cut him off with a kiss.
“I love you too, Scott.”
He gazed down at the beautiful woman beside him and he was content. His pack was at it’s strongest and although he had lost Allison, Scott had a new love and he could tell that his and Y/N’s love story would be an epic one.
