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Sooooo, this happened today and all I can say is thank you ! I can’t tell you how amazing it is to know that 1,000 people like my writing. I can remember when I only had one follower and I honestly never thought this would happened. I am eternally grateful for all of you that msg me with request and ideas or even just to say hi. And if you’ve been following me for awhile or if you’ve been following me for an hour I love you and thank you !

Loveeeee, Nia !

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Fan Fiction Series Masterlist

Bathtub Blues

Megan Fox Level Hotness

If Looks Could Kill

Pool Entrance

 Anchor

Truth or Secret 

Practice Makes Perfect

Am I Pretty?

Hello Gorgeous

I’ve Never Met Anyone Like You Before

Join My Pack

Caution

Caution Cont.

How Do You Know When You’re Dreaming

Rescue & Reveal

Game Night

Game Night Cont.

The Green Monster

Long Lost Brother

Reunited and It Feels So Good

Forget Something? [*Smut]

Betrayal 

Cause and Effect

I’m Sorry [*Smut]

For the First Time

For the First Time Pt2[*Smut]

A New Age Series

A New Age

Part 2

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Our First Date TheoxReader

A/N: It’s hard for me to do one where Theo sweet and not evil. I like his cynical side. That’s what makes him, Theo.

Request: can you do a one shot of Theo? But like a sweet Theo. Maybe it’s y/n first date or anniversary or something.

We laid holding each other after a night of romance.

“Happy Three Year Anniversary, babe.” Theo said with his usual smirk.

“Three years.” I recalled. “Remember our first date?” He chuckled sleepily and his eyes fluttered shut. I watched his chest rise and fall, thinking about our beginning.

“Oh my god, we still have an hour and a half left of work.” I groaned as I started bagging up the last of the popcorn.

“Positive thoughts, Y/N. We’ve talked about this.” My co-worker Alisha said. She was wiping down the sticky soda machines.

“Guys! Guys! Oh my god do you know who’s in theater 13?” Megan, another co-worker, came rushing towards us with the broom and dust pan in her hands. She placed them down and hoped over the counter. I could tell this was going to be good. Megan was the gossiping type, but I never minded. It helped the time pass by at our stupid movie theater job. Megan and Alisha weren’t necessarily my best friends, but I saw them the most because we worked and went to school together. Alisha and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Who?” We asked almost in unison.

“Theo Freaking Raekon!” She exclaimed. This was big! Theo was this new kid in school. I’d heard rumor he lived in Beacon Hills a long time ago, but he moved away. Whenever I saw him at school I stared and I wouldn’t even care if he saw me. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had a chiseled jawline, plump lips, beautiful blue eyes(or maybe they were green), and that body.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see him come in!” I said in a hushed tone.

“I didn’t either. But he’s sitting with Tracy and Cory from Chem.” She informed.

“I thought they died.” Alisha questioned. I nudged her.

“That’s not nice. Obviously they didn’t if they’re sitting a movie with them.”

“They’re movies almost over, so maybe we can gawk at him when he leaves.” Megan said hopefully. We nodded at each other and kept busy. A few minutes later all the late night movies were ending and the entrances were filling with people. We watched the people leave but never saw the trio walk by. Disappointed, we finished cleaning up for the night. I walked over to the doors to lock them when I heard someone shouting from behind me.

“Hold on, you got some stragglers.” It was Megan’s voice and when I turned Theo and his group were feet away from me. I smiled awkwardly and held the door open for them. Tracy, walked past me without even a thank you. I thought I heard her hiss too. Corey nodded, which was better. When Theo walked past, I inhaled silently. Breathing in the sent of his cologne. I’d never been this close to him before. I held on to the door for support, like my legs were going to give out any moment. He looked up lazily and gave me a thank you smile. He was almost past me when he did a double take.

“Hey,” he smiled again. “You’re Y/N? From Pre-Cal right?”

He caught me off guard and I fumbled over my words. “R-right. Hey there.”

Hey there?

Really? One of the hottest guys I ever since standing in front of me and the best I could come up with was hey there. I thought I’d die of embarrassment.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have the homework on you? I forgot to write the page numbers down.” He said coolly.

“Uh yeah, I can- well you can come with me- and I’ll write it down.” I was so nervous. We walked back into the theatre together.

“Oh what about your friends?” I reminded him.

“I think they heard me say I was coming in.” I nodded but I didn’t remember them being close enough to hear us. We walked to the side door near the concession stand that led to the employee quarters. I led the way in and Theo followed. I found my bag with ease and pulled out the homework. I found an extra pen and paper to right down the problems and page number too.

“You don’t have to write it down for me?” He laughed.

“Oh, well I already started.”

d“Is this you’re life? School and work?” He asked.

“Pretty much.” I was almost finished.

“So, what do you do when your not working?”

“Netflix?” I chuckled. He chuckled too. “Well maybe we can hang out sometime.” I thought maybe he was saying this because I was writing the homework down for him. I sighed deeply but just nodded in response.

“Well, I mean if you’re not too busy…” He trailed off. I felt bad, maybe he was just being nice or perhaps he was genuine. Either way I thought I’d humor him.

“No! Of course, we can definitely hang out.” I wrote the last numbers down and handed it to him with a smile.

“Okay, cool. So I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.” He said reading over the paper.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“Oh, I’m going to need your number too.” He pulled out his phone and clicked it a few time before handing it to me. It was on the new contact screen, I entered in my information and handed it back to him.

“Where something nice.” He winked and walked out of the room. My legs were really going to give out now. Was I ? Did he? Alisha and Megan rushed into the employee breakroom. They were both gushing with questions. I couldn’t make out one specifically, and I knew the look on my face wasn’t giving anything away.

“Y/N!” Megan said shaking me firmly. “What happened?” They both looked at me with wide eyes, like little children waiting for candy.

“He asked me out on a date.” I said finally.

The restaurant he’d chosen was quite fancy. The waiters addressed them by sir and ma'am, and spoke very articulately. Theo was a a perfect gentleman, which intimated me. He was so cool and calm. I was so nervous you could probably smell it on me.

“Why are you so nervous?” He asked taking a slip his water. Like he’d read my thoughts.

“I don’t know. We’ve never really talked before and now we’re on a date. It’s kind of crazy.”

“Well I see you all the time at school, reading your books and keeping to yourself.” He responded.

“You…you noticed me?” I gaped.

“Notice? I can’t stop staring at you half the time.” I blushed. We finished our dinner and Theo ordered us desert. Chocolate lava cake! My favorite. As I finished the last bite(told you it was my favorite), Theo leaned forward and squeezed my hand.

“So, ready to go home?” Truthfully, I wasn’t. Theo was such great company, and we hadn’t really gotten to talk much on account of us eating.

“Are you?” He smirked and shook his head. “There’s a park across the street, wanna take a walk?”

I smiled and nodded brightly. The park was beautiful. There had been an event the night before where they strung lights through the trees and some of the shrubbery. They had left them, and they illuminated the place. It was a small square park, with a fountain in the middle. Theo and I walked the small lot for what felt like a hundred times. He told me about his family and being back in Beacon Hills. I caught him up the latest scandals since he’d been away, which was really just Penny Jones getting caught drinking with Cooper Tyler behind the police station.

“Behind the police station?” He repeated as we came upon the fountain again.

“I know,I don’t know what they were thinking.” I laughed, we stopped sit at the fountains ledge.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know?” I felt my cheeks flush and he scooted closer to me, tucking my hair behind my ear. Before retracting his hand he caressed my cheek. I looked into his eyes, they looked blue in the dim lighting, and they peered into mine. Curiosity loomed in the air, his lips inviting hers in. I leaned in, his lips meeting mine half way. I can still remember the feeling of them. Soft but firm. I looked up at my sleeping boyfriend, so peaceful and innocent, and kissed his lips softly. They were just as they’d been that night.

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Keep you updated.

So I stayed up all night last night organising my requests and other ideas. I plan on getting something up tonight. But if I get my computer, I'm going to work on some aesthetics. Soooo, we'll see. Also, most of the things I'm going to be writing are one shots or imagine not related to my Original Character. I have a few ideas of were I want to go, but I'm kind of stuck. So if you have any request pertaining to Daylin. Please submit them. Thank you. Love ya xx

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Beauty and the Mets Fan [*smut]

A/N: Okay, now keep in mind this is only my secondish smut. I had a dream about this the other night, minus the smut part. I just thought it could use some spice.

“I can’t believe you got us Mets tickets!” I squealed as me and my best friend looked for our seats. “Only the best for my best friend!” She beamed. Our seat where between the edge of the screen and the dugout on the first base side. We were about four rows up, and two seats away from the end seats. The best seats you could possibly get in my opinion. We found them, slid into our seat and got comfortable. The music was loud and seem to come from every direction. There were so many people filling the stands, and I knew the game was about to start.

“Hey, Dyl! Our seats are right here.” A tall boy with black hair yelled. He was wearing a black tank top, and camouflage shorts. When he turn his head, I saw he had a slightly obscured jawline. Although he was very good looking he wasn’t my type.

“He’s cute.” My best friend half whispered half sang in my ear. I smiled

“Well you have about nine innings to ask for his number.” I whispered back. We both giggled.

“Good job, bud.” A boy wearing a Mets hat said. He was carrying two beers and slid into one of the two remaining seat first, handing the dark haired boy a beer. The commentator started with opening ceremonies. His voice boomed through the stadium. The smell of hotdogs and beer filling the air. They started announcing some of the star players, and almost as if it were planned, the guy next to me in the mets hat and I both screamed our heads off. We looked at each other and laugh.

“You a David Wright fan too?” I asked him almost yelling over the announcer.

“Hell yeah!” He shouted back. He turned towards me a little more and extended his hand to me.

“Dylan!” I finally got a good look at him. His skin was even, despite the various beauty marks on his face. His smile was genuine and warm. But it was his eyes that I was taken by. They weren’t hazel or brown even but mixture of the two. Amber almost.

“And this is my buddy Tyler.” His voice brought me back, and I smiled. His friend lean forward and lazily waved at me.

“I’m Y/N. This is my best friend Caroline.” I said jabbing my thumb in her direction. She copied Tyler, leaning forward and waving.

“You guys big Mets fans?” Tyler yelled, Although he wasn’t looking at me when he asked. Caroline shook her head,

“Not really. Well I mean I don’t really watch baseball.”

“Get out!” Dylan said jokingly. “There’s only mets fans in the section.” I laughed nudging my friend who seemed upset by the comment.

“Well I’ll have to leave too then.” Tyler said earning a smile from Caroline.

“Woah T.Pose! Give the girl a chance.” Dylan said putting a hand on his shoulder.

“What about you?” Dylan ask me with a smirk on his face.

“Die hard Mets fan.“ I said proudly.

“Yeah, she practically cried when I told we were coming today.” Caroline teased.

“I think we found your perfect girl, Dyl.” Tyler said. I blushed and laughed awkwardly.

The game was starting and Dylan and I watched intently. Tyler and Caroline, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up. So half way though the 7th inning Dylan and Caroline switch seats. Dylan and I’s conversation was strictly baseball, and honestly I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It came down to the wire in the game. It was the 9th inning and the Mets were bating. Bases were loaded and it was down to three balls and two strikes. Mets were down two, so they needed to hit the ball and far. Wright was at the plate, and he was uncharacteristically off his game. The crowd was chanting a medley of boos and cheers. “Come on David! You got this!” I stood and yelled. Dylan followed suit. “Let’s goooo!” He shouted. The pitcher threw the ball, and out of excitement I grabbed Dylan’s arm. Wright sung and hit the ball, I watched it as it flew way above the pitcher, over second base, and into the stands.

"Mets win." The announcer sang. Dylan and I jumped up and down screaming. I pulled him into a hug, which he returned. He smelled good. Like really good. We pulled apart slowly, staring at each other.

The excitement of the game started to die down, and people were leaving the stadiums. Caroline and I started gathering our things.

“Hey, we’re going to get some drinks. You guys want to come?” Tyler asked. Him and Dylan were on the staircase that ascends to the exit. I looked at Caroline, we smiled at each other and nodded.

We walked from the stadium to a pub about 8 blocks away. It was an old timey pub, like you’d see in old British movies. Dylan open the door for all of us.

“We’ll get some beers, if you guys want to grab a booth.” Dylan suggested once we were inside. I nodded and Caroline and I found an open booth next to a window. The booths were round so they’d all have to squeeze in together. The boys returned beers in hand.

“Here you go, beautiful.” Tyler said handing Caroline a beer and sitting next to her. Dylan rolled his eyes before sitting down next to me with our beers.

Three beers and four shots later, we were all pretty drunk. Tyler and Caroline where making out on the jukebox, leaving Dylan and I alone.

“So, I made her a YouTube video asking her to prom.” We both roared with laughter.

“You did not!”

“I did.” He said amused.

“What did she say?”

“She laughed in my face. But I got to make out with Julia Pond that night so who’s laughing now.”

“Was she popular?” I asked drinking my beer.

“No, she was my lab partner.” We both laughed again. I placed my hand high on his thigh and bit my lip. He shifted in his seat. I looked over at Caroline to make sure she was alright. I almost wished I hadn’t.

“Ugh, they may as well just fuck on the damn thing.” I said grimacing.

“Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” He asked scooting closer to me. I could almost feel his body heat. But I didn’t have a good answer. “The floor?” I admitted.

Dylan laughed. “Was that a question?”

“What about you?” I shot back playfully.

“You wouldn’t believe if I told you.” He said a little cocky. I gave him a doubtful look.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. The action sending a shiver down my spine. “On a roller coaster.”

My eyes widened. “You’re lying.”

“Told you you wouldn’t believe me.”

“How is that even possible?”

He just shrugged. I scoffed at him drinking the last bit of my beer.

“I’m going to get more. Want some?” He raised his glass and winked at me, indicating he still had some left. He knew he was teasing me and I needed to even the playing field. So I leaned over and caressed his earlobe with my tongue.

“Be right back.” I purred. His grip on his cup tightened so hard his fingers turned white. I grabbed my glass and scooted out of the booth. At the bar, I raised my hand to signal the bartender. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled it down. I glanced over and saw Dylan holding my arm. He had a gorgeous smile on his face, and a lust in his eyes.

“Come with me?” He slid his hand from my arm to my hand interlocking our fingers. I nodded and he led the way to the bathrooms. He pulled open the door to the one person bathroom. He pushed me into the wall, a grasp escaping me. Dylan pressed his lips against mine and made his way to my ass squeezing it firmly. His bulge grinding against my pulsating sex. I thought about our friends still in pub for a second, but I knew they were probably as busy as we were. He went for my neck peppering it with kisses. I moaned pulling at his hair with my fingers. I could feel him sucking along my neck and jawline creating hickeys. I rolled my hips on to his and he groaned into my neck. Goosebumps formed on my skin at the sound. I moved my hands down to his jeans unbuttoning them. I put my hand down his pants, grabbing his dick. He moaned and pulled me into a heated kiss as I pumped his erection a few times.

“Fuck.” He growled in my mouth, and stuck my tongue in his mouth. I could feel his hand unbuttoning my jean shorts and my core tingled. He hooked his fingers around the side of my shorts and panties and pulled them both down in one go. His fingers found my slit and then to my clit rubbing the bunch of nerves in a figure 8 motion. I was a moaning mess at his touch, my legs shaking. With his other hand he pulled my hand away from him, but continued rubbing with the other.

"Turn around." He rasped breaking our kiss. I turned and faced the wall, his right hand still on my sex and with his left I heard pushed his pants down. I heard his erection slap against his stomach. He stroked it a few times, before stopping and pulling my hands up on the wall. Holding them up with one hand. He ground his stiff member between my legs.

"Fuck, you're already wet." He groaned in my ear.

"Please?" I begged, wanting him inside me. "Fuck me." I pushed out my butt against his hips, earning a low growl from him.

"As you wish, princess." He lined up, and slowly inserted himself inside of me. We both spewed profanities at the sensation. He grabbed my hip with his free hand and began moving.

"F-faster." I stuttered. Instead, he slowed down moving in and out of me.

"What was that princess?" He teased. I tried pushing against him to speed up the friction. He grabbed my waist sternly.

"I'm sorry, princess. I didn't hear you. What did you want?" He asked again.

"Dylan, please? Faster." I whined.

"Of course, princess." He pushed himself into me hard and than fast. Quickening his speed as he pounded into me. The sound of skin on skin and moans echoed in the bathroom. He was hitting my g-spot and I knew my orgasm was near.

"I'm…I'm gon-" I tried to say.

"Come princess." He interpreted. At the words, I clenched around him, my legs shaking, and moaning uncomfortably finally reaching my orgasm.

"You're so sexy." He muttered. "Get on your knees." He released my hands from the wall and pulled out. I spun around and sunk to my knees. I hollowed my checks around him, taking almost all of his length. I could feel him in the back of my throat. He put my hair up in a makeshift ponytail, and he moved me along his member looking at me the entire time. He moved me up and down faster and faster until finally he exploded inside my mouth. He rode out his orgasm in my mouth grunting and growling. I swallowed all of him, and he smiled. I pulled him out of my mouth. Our heavy breathing the only sound filling the room. I stood my legs still a little weak, and pulled up my shorts.

"I'm not going to lie," he said copying my action. "That's probably the best sex I've ever had."

I laughed. "You probably say that to all the pretty girls you pick up at Mets games." He walked closer to me putting his hands on my face.

"You're not pretty, you're gorgeous." He kissed my lips softly. "And there may be plenty of pretty Mets fans. But none as gorgeous as you." I laughed pushing him away softly.

"Okay cheese ball, walk me to my car?" I asked. He grinned and nodded.

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Reunited and It Feels So Good.

“So, she was siren?” Issac said slowly trying process everything.

“Correct.” Deaton confirmed.

“Now she a banshee?” Isaac asked.

“Banshee on steroids, actually.” Stiles answered.

“She is a banshee, but the dread doctors modified her abilities. So, my guess is instead of sensing death. Daylin can sense the supernatural.” Deaton explained.

“You guys do know I’m right here.” They all turned their gaze to her. She’d been sitting on the metal table in Deaton’s office.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

“Why’s she still hot?” Isaac asked bluntly. Daylin blushed and Stiles hit him on the back of the head, like he did the night of the play.

“She was born with these physical attributes. So they can’t be taken away with the alteration of her supernatural abilities.” Deaton responded.

“So, what was the purpose of doing this to her?” Scott asked.

“I’m pretty sure they planned on using her to help them find other supernatural creatures and capture them. If Stiles and Theo hadn’t saved her. You’d all probably be in their possession.” Daylin looked around at them, feeling grateful for her friends. She stopped on Issac who was sitting crossed legged on a table similar to the one she was on. She had to admit, he was handsome. Especially the way he was sitting. He looked like a perfectly sculpted statue. He caught her staring at him and smiled. Embarrassed, she looked away.

“Cool, so back to me.” She joked. “How are we going to find Jack?”

“Well, we have Argent looking into his contacts in London.” Scott informed her. So once we hear from him.“ Scott was cut off by his phone going off. He pulled it out of his pocket, and read the name. “It’s him. I’ll be right back.” As he answers the call, he walked into the next room. “Do you think Jackson was a siren too?” Isaac asked. “I mean the guy is gorgeous?”

“Right?” Stiles agreed. “Like supernaturally gorgeous.”

“Who were your parents?” Isaac turn to Daylin.

“Aphrodite and Poseidon.” She answered him seriously, although she was joking. “Yeah, I’m actually 3,000 years old in mortal years. But I’m 17 as measured by immortals.”

“Really?” He gawked.

She smiled devilishly. “Yep, and I can also fly.” Stiles, Deaton, and Daylin all laughed at Isaac’s bemusement.

“Okay, okay. Thanks.” Scott came in, hanging up his phone. “He found him!” Scott announced!

“Oh my god! Are you serious?” Daylin said jumping off the metal table and walking over to Scott.

“Yeah! Only, he’s not in London. He’s in San Fransisco.”

“That’s only two hours away!” Daylin exclaimed.

“Yeah, but how are we going to get there?” Scott questioned.

“My jeep, obviously.” Stiles beamed.

Isaac laughed. “Yeah, so we can break down in half a mile.” Stiles shot Issac a look.

Daylin laughed. “He’s right, Stiles. We need something a little more reliable.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Okay, so what do we do?” He asked.

“Well,” Daylin began. “There is one person we could ask.” Daylin suggested. She smiled uneasily.

“No way.” Stiles cried in disapproval.

Who?“ Isaac asked.

“Absolutely not!” Scott agreed.

“Who?” Isaac begged.

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“How did she talk us into this?” Stiles asked as the pulled up to the house. Stiles put the jeep in park and clicked it off.

“Because she’s hot.” Isaac chimed from the back seat.

“I know this isn’t ideal,” Daylin said sheepishly.

“Not ideal?” Stiles repeated. “Having broccoli instead of French fries for dinner is not ideal.”

“Come guys. This is the best we’ve got.” She opened her car door and Stiles copied. “No, I need to do this by myself.” Daylin got out and shut the door before Stiles could protest. She took a deep breathe and headed up to the door. Before she even got there, it opened. There he stood in the doorway, a smile on his face. Theo Raekon. He said nothing but opened the door wider. Daylin took this as an invitation to go in, so she did. He closed it behind them.

“What do you want?” He rested his back on the door. His smile was gone.

She smiled sweetly at him. She knew even though he was mad at her. He couldn’t resist her. “I need your help.” She took a few steps closer.

He laughed. “What makes you think I’d help you?”

“Come on Theo, please.” She was right in front of him now. She placed a hand on he arm. He looked at her hand and than back at her. His expression still blank. “I’ll do anything! Theo! This is really important!”

“Anything?” His eyes traveled down her body and back to her face.

“Theo!” She tapped his bicep and he chucked.

“I can’t say no to you, gorgeous.” He said softly tucking her hair behind her ear. She blushed and look at her feet, trying to avoid his gaze. “I’ll help however I can. On one condition.” At these words, she looked up at him. He pushed himself off the door and put his arms on her waist. “I want a kiss.” Suddenly, there was loud banging on Theo’s door. “Daylin! Daylin!” Stiles voice hollered out from the other side. She pushed passed Theo and opened the door. “Daylin, Scott told me what Theo said. Come on. We’ll figure out another way.” He grabbed her wrist.

Daylin pulled her wrist free. “There’s no other way Stiles. Even if there was, it’d take weeks or months. I want to see my brother today.” She told him.

“Daylin,” Stiles whispered.

“Do you trust me?” She asked.

“I do. It’s him I-”

“Do you trust me?” She repeated. He nodded at her. She gave him a weak smile and closed the door. Theo was a few feet away. She sighed.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Theo shook his head closing the gap between them. “Not now.” He said. “I want you to kiss me when you want to.”

“What makes you think I’ll want too?”

“You will.” He assured her. “So, what do you need from me?”

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Stiles insisted Scott sit in the front seat of Theo’s truck with him. Isaac, Daylin, and Stiles sat in the back. There wasn’t much talking. Awkwardness loomed in the air. Daylin pulled out her phone and opened up her contacts. She scrolled through them until she found Stiles’s name. She hit the create a new text message and started typing.

-‘Hey.’ She sent.

Stiles pulled out his phone and checked the text. He furrowed his brow and looked over at her. She nodded her head towards his phone. Indicating she wanted him to text back.

-‘Hey. Why are you texting me?’

-‘I don’t want the others to know what we’re talking about.’ Daylin hit send.

-‘Okay? So…’ He replied.

-‘I’m sorry about earlier. :/’

-‘Yeah.’

-‘Stiles! I didn’t kiss him if that’s what your worried about.’

-'Good.’

-'Will you say something, please?’

-'It wasn’t that you kissed him or not. It’s that you were willing too. So easily.’

-'For my brother? The only family I have? Yeah Stiles. I was willing to give Theo some stupid meaningless kiss to see my brother. What wouldn’t you do for your dad or Scott?’

Stiles didn’t write back. She looked over at him and he was staring out the window. Daylin felt really crappy. She knew it was selfish of her, but she thought it would have been selfish of her to not do everything she could to see her brother. He phone vibrated and she checked her phone. Stiles had texted back.

-'I would do anything for them. I understand.’ He sent back.

Daylin didn’t reply. She felt like he was still mad at her. Her phone vibrated again, but before she could look at it Theo announced that they’d arrived. Daylin looked out of the window and saw a beautiful two story brick house. It had white shutters and a matching white fence. The door was a dark green and had a homemade wreath of the front of it. Daylin hadn’t asked to much about her brother from the others. She had focused all her energy into finding away to see him. Now it hit her, she never even imagined that he might not want to see her. That his life was perfectly well off without her.

“You gonna get out?” Isaac said from next to her. Daylin didn’t respond. She opened the truck door and hoped out. As soon as she hit the ground, it became real. Her feet froze to the ground. She felt a hand squeeze hers. She looked down at it. It was Stiles. She looked at him, a warm smile was on his face. She exhaled and walked up to the grand house with Stiles. At the door, the nervous butterflies got to her.

“I don’t think I can.” She whispered to him. He squeezed her hand again and gave her a reassuring smile. Stiles knocked on the door. A second later it opened, a beautiful older woman with short brown hair appeared.

“Stiles?” The woman said in surprise.

“Hey Mrs. Whittmore.” Stiles answered awkwardly.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned. She looked at Daylin, who smiled weakly. “Uh, we thought we’d surprise Jackson. We have seen him in awhile.”

“Right! Um, Jackson’s not here actually. He’s still at lacrosse practice. If you like you can come wait inside.” She offered.

“No, no. It’s alright. We’ll go surprise him there.”

“Okay, it’s just down the street and to the right. Can’t miss it.” She directed.

“Thank you.” Daylin finally said a little hoarse. They turned and headed back to the truck. Mrs. Whittmore was right. It only took about a minute to get to Jack’s school. It was getting dark outside now, and the field lights were on. So it was easy for them to find the lacrosse field. They all got out of the truck this time, Daylin led the way as the boys trailed behind her. When they got to the field. They were still practicing. Some of the guys had shirts on and the others didn’t. She searched the boys for her brother, until she found him. He had just caught the ball and thrown it the goal. The coach blew the whistle and the boys started to disperse. Daylin figured it was the end of practice. Jack stayed on the field talking to some of the guys. Again, Daylin froze. She could hear her heart pound in her ears. She felt a gently nudge from behind her. She didn’t even look to see who’d done it. She slowly walked on to the field towards her brother. When she was about yard away, the friend he was talking to walk away. Jackson scanned the field indifferently, until his eyes fell on Daylin. It only took him a second to recognise her. Although, she feared he might not. It had been thirteen years since he’s last seen her. A look of shock formed on his face.

“Daylin?” He chocked. Daylin nodded and ran towards him. The look remind as her caught her in his arms. He wrapped them around her tightly.

“Is it really you?” Daylin looked at him tears filling her eyes.

“Jack!” She sobbed.

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I've never met anyone like you before.

It took the whole lunch hour for the pack to tell Daylin why Theo was dangerous. They told her about the Dread Doctors and Theo’s involvement with them. They explained the countless lies he told and the army of Chimeras he’d built. Needless to say, Daylin needed no more convincing after that.

After school, Liam, Stiles, Daylin and Kira(Instead of Lydia, who had to help Malia study) all went out to the woods again to help Daylin ‘train.’ They did this everyday after school for a couple weeks. It interchanged between Kira and Lydia. A few times, they were both there. Malia even came once. Daylin was starting to get the hang of this whole Siren thing. She was able to get Liam to do anything she wanted. Which proved to be pretty fun to do. She’d make him act like a chicken or dance like Michael Jackson and everyone would laugh. The only thing she couldn’t control is the ability to appeal to men. It seemed this was an unattainable ability and they gave up trying after a week.

The training was pretty grueling. In the beginning she would pass out every time she tried. Eventually though, she was able to do it with no problem. The upside to training, was her and Stiles hung out everynight. Until she was able to really control her talent, the group felt it was best that Stiles stayed with her over night. Every night. So, they would do homework, or play video games, make outlandish theories on the mystery that is Beacon Hills, they alternated between watching Harry Potter, watching Star Wars, and watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. They’re parents came familiar with their friendship and had no problem with the nightly sleepover. This never really set right with Daylin. Only because she thought that if their parents didn’t see anything romantic going on between her and Stiles than maybe there wasn’t anything at all.

One night they were at Daylin’s house. Her parents where at the hospital working. Stiles and her had ordered pizza and were on her bed watching Friends. He was up by her headboard lounging on her pillows and she was down near the end on the bed, sitting cross legged. They were watching one of the episodes where Rachel and Ross almost get together but ultimately don’t. Daylin finished off the last bite of her pizza and sighed, “Why is love so complicated?” She said annoyance in her voice. It wasn’t abnormal for them to blurt out their thoughts. As the credits rolled, Daylin laid back on the bed from her sitting position. She craned her head up towards Stiles and smiled.

“I can see your boogers.” He teased looking down at her. Daylin quickly covered her nose with her hand.

“No you can’t!” She protested.

“Yep, I can. They’re freaking huge.” He laughed. Daylin laughed and hit his leg lightly.

“Jerk.” She uttered playfully.

“Hey, someone’s got to keep you on your toes.” He joked. She shook her head and lowered her head into a normal angle.

“Stiles, remember a few weeks ago when I asked you if you thought I was pretty and you said no?” She didn’t wait for him to answer “I know we were just playing around but do you really think I not pretty?” She wasn’t asking because she was insecure. She was asking because being a siren, every guy she passed thought she was attractive, Stiles was the only exception. So, Daylin wanted to know what he saw when he looked at her, or if simply just didn’t find her attractive at all.

“Daylin, you asked me if I thought you were pretty, but you didn’t ask me if WERE pretty.” she didn’t know what he was getting at. She felt like he was just repeating what she’d just said. “I don’t think you’re pretty,” he continued “I think you’re the most beautiful girl l’ve ever seen in my life.” Daylin was stunned by this. She literally didn’t expect that at all. She rolled to her stomach and scooted up so she was laying next to him. He propped himself up with his elbow and looked down at her.

“Did that answer your question?” He asked her. She nodded even though she had a million more questions for him. He didn’t take his eyes off her, and she was savoring the moment so much, neither did she. He gazed into her eyes intensely. She had to look away, the things she was feeling could ruin everything. The urge to grab him, to kiss him was so overwhelming and him looking in to her eyes so attentively didn’t help. He tucked a piece of lose hair behind her ear, tracing his finger from her ear to her chin lifting it lightly so she was looking him again. Stiles gave her a look, a look she knew to well. It was the ‘I want to do something so bad, but I don’t want to screw anything up look.’ He laced his fingers of one hand with hers. His touch felt like electricity through her. He stared at their intertwined fingers, stroking her index finger with his thumb.

“I really, really like how things are between us.” He admitted still looking at their braided fingers.

Daylin smiled,“Me too. You’re my best friend.” He breathed a laugh. Finally he looked at her again, unlocking their hands he placed his index finger on her chin and pulled her face close to his. He softly stroked her lips with his thumb, piercing her with his eyes.

“I just need to do this, just once.” He pulled their lips together. His lips were soft and warm. Daylin wrapped her hands around the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. He placed a hand on her cheek. He pressed his lips against hers harder, deepening the kiss. He moved his hand from her cheek to her lower back. Her core trembled at his touch. After a few minutes, they broke away panting. Daylin pressed her forehead against his, their eyes closed still from the kiss.

“That was a bad idea.” She panted. “If we didn’t have to breathe, I probably wouldn’t have stopped.”

He smirked.

“I don’t want this to end.” She said more seriously in a whisper. Their eyes were still closed and Stiles pressed his lips against hers again. They kissed more and more passionately. Daylin didn’t want it to escalate anymore than this and it didn’t. Stiles broke away, he pulled back and look at her searchingly. Daylin gazed back at him. Stiles grabbed her cheek again and pulled her forehead against his lips kissing it like it was last time he ever would. He snaked his arm around her allowing her to lay her head on his chest. Daylin wrapped her arm around his waist. They laid there in silence. Neither wanting to break it. Once it was broken the moment was over and Daylin knew no one wanted that. She closed her eyes and nestled into his chest. She drifted off into a beautifully blissful sleep.

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Hello Gorgeous.

Stiles ended up going home to change for school. Daylin got a ride to school from her father. When she arrived, Lyida and Scott where standing outside. She walked over to them.

“Hey guys.” She smiled. The smiled warmly back at her.

“Hey, I heard training went well yesterday.” Scott encouraged.

“Training? Is that what we’re going to call?” She laughed. “But I guess it went as well as you could expect it to go.”

“She did really well..” Lydia went on telling them what she’d uncovered from her research and praising Daylin for her efforts from the pervious day. Stiles joined them a few minutes later. “And she didn’t kill anyone.” He added with a thumbs up.

“Yes, and she didn’t kill anyone.” Lydia approved. They all continued to talk about supernatural beings and such. Daylin looked up scanning the schoolyard for anymore of their friends. As she did, she noticed a handsome boy get out of his car. He was muscular, so much so that even the hoodie he was wearing couldn’t cover his muscles. He had perfect bone structure and perfect hair. His icy blue eyes pierced her even from a distance. She was starring and she knew it. The boy saw her starting at him and smiled, he starred back.

“Whose that?” She interrupted them. They all looked at her and followed her line of sight to the boy. Their postures tightened. This broke Daylin out of her trance like state. She looked at their faces and they all had the exact same expression. A mixture of fear, anger, and confusion.

“Who is that? She asked again more concerned this time.

They all answered collectively and in the same displeased tone. “Theo.”

The bell rang and there was no time to explain.

“We’ll explain after lunch.” Scott said looking back over at the boy Theo before walking toward the front doors of the school. I looked at back Theo, and it seemed he hadn’t stopped starring at me. It was an uncomfortable stare. Although she was used to people starring at her, this one was almost a dumbfounded stare. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Daylin caught herself stare at him unintentionally. She quickly looked away. Lydia gabbed Daylin’s arm to get her attention.

“Don’t trust him. He’s dangerous.” Stiles never spoke. He looked at Daylin with a look she couldn’t really translate. She thought it might be concerned but it had a hint of something else. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. The three walked towards the school, through the front doors and separated to go to their classes.

Daylin went to first period PE. The coach was out sick so they stayed in the gymnasium and watched sports videos. Daylin sat alone, which she preferred, and she thought about Theo. ‘What could be so dangerous’ she thought to herself. He was a truly beautiful human being. Maybe he was a siren too? There had to be a reason why Stiles didn’t tell her about him before. Stiles. His name giving her butterflies instantly. She thought about the look he gave her before class, what was that other something in his look. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She blushed thinking the thought and almost couldn’t believe it. She rummaged her brain for any other thing it could be. But her mind always reverted back to the same idea. Jealousy. That hint of something else in his look was jealousy. As much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her loved it. To her it meant he cared. Cared for her. Next class was Math. She filed in with the rest of the class and took her assigned seat next to the window. On the board were the pages they were going to be working from. She flipped open her book to the appropriate page. The bell rang and the last of the students were getting into their seat. Bringing up the rear of those students was Theo. There was an empty seat in front of her and she prayed it wasn’t Theo’s. Unfortunately, it was. He took off his backpack that he was carrying on one shoulder, put it on the desk and sat down. The teacher began her lesson. Theo said nothing to her at first. Despite his ceaseless staring earlier. Halfway in to the class, a square folded up piece of paper found its way to the corner of her desk. Secretively, she opened it.

‘Hey.’ It said simply. As much as she knew she shouldn’t, curiosity got the best of her and she wrote back.

'Hello.’ She paused trying to think of something else to say. She decided simplicity was best and refolded it and slid it forward onto his desk. A minute later, the folded note was back on her desk.

'You’re gorgeous.’ It read. Daylin wished that blushing wasn’t an involuntary act. 'Think of something witty.’ She told herself.

'I know.(;’ She wrote down. She folded it back up giving it back to him. The note appear back on her desk. She read it,

'Cocky? I like it. What’s your name? Or should I just keep calling you gorgeous.’

'Confidence, actually. Call me whatever you like. My name is on a need to know basis. And you ,as you probably guessed , don’t need to know.’ She smiled at her wit handing it back to him. She heard him chuckle under his breath. He looked over his shoulder at her. She raise and then lowered her eyebrow. He turned and started writing. He took a while to write back. This made Daylin anxious. She was sure he wasn’t going to write back when the note appear back on her desk.

'That’s fine. Gorgeous is fitting for you. Are you always this inviting to everyone you meet?“ She could sense his sarcasm.

'Well, my friends don’t trust you. So neither do I. You must’ve really screwed up if they don’t like you.’ She scribbled down the message and slid it back to him. The bell rang which made Daylin jump. She had lost track of time. She hurriedly packed up her stuff and joined the rest of the class exiting the classroom. Leaving Theo behind, or so she thought. As she switched textbooks in her locker an unfamiliar voice came from behind her.

“Hello gorgeous.” It purred. Daylin turned around to see Theo. Up close his beauty was even more overwhelming. His biceps were bigger, his bone structure more perfect, and his stare ever icy. He was slightly taller than her so Daylin had to look up at him when she spoke.

“Don’t you ever give up?” She said placing a hand on her hip. He step closer to her, his face now inches from hers.

“Do you want me too?” He whispered. This sent a shiver down her spine. Daylin took a step back.

“Yes.” She stammered.

“Convincing.” He grinned “You don’t sound as confident in person as you do on paper.” He stepped closer to her again and she instinctively took a step backwards again bumping into the lockers behind her. Out of nowhere, Stiles clumsily put himself between them. His book bag on his back unintentionally hitting Theo in the face.

“What’s going on guys?” He said with smile. His back was to Daylin’s front as he faced Theo. “Just a conversation between friends.” Theo smiled back.

“Friends, huh? I didn’t accept any new Facebook friends recently.” Stiles said, his sarcasm fragrant. He looked over his shoulder at me.

“Did you?” I shook my head. He turned back to Theo. “Sorry, bud. No new friends here.” He taunted placing a hand firmly on Theo’s muscular shoulder. Theo pushed Stiles’s hand off with his shoulder and gave him a deadly look. He peeked over Stiles shoulder at Daylin and smiled beautifully.

“See you around, Gorgeous.” He looked Stiles up and down one more time before walking away.

“No, you won’t.” Stiles called after him. He turned around to face Daylin.

“Are you alright?” He asked sincerely. She nodded looking at the ground. It was confirmed. Theo officially gave her the creeps. She didn’t know if dangerous was the correct adjective but creeping was definitely suitable.

“Let’s get you to class.” Stiles encouraged.