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Hahaha again!! Part 3

Missing Void Stiles 💔

Amidst my Dylan O'Brien appreciation blog, I still can't neglect this beautiful man ❤️💋❤️💋❤️

Also Derek Hale is a #MOOD

Holland Roden 👄 💄 💋

This is one of my favorite fanarts 😍 so freaking cute!

Derek and his puppies..

Take this cringe quiz I made to find out what fandom I sort you in :

Y/N : Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Scott : >:O language

Stiles: Yeah watch your fucking language

Lydia: OKAY WHO TAUGHT STILES THE FUCK WORD?

Alison : 'The fuck word'.

Isaac : Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Stiles: Oh my god they censored it

Alison : Say fuck, Isaac .

Stiles: Do it, Isaac . Say fuck.

I just discovered the ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator and had to do this 😅 I know you need zero talent for this but it's just fun. 😉

I am watching teen wolf

Just wanted to let u know that the fandom is not dead 😅

Also for my followers I am adding following characters to my request list:

Lydia Martin

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Malia Tate

Issac Lahey

Alison Argent

.... I would probably write for all TW characters so just ask😉

(Gif credit goes to the owners)

Somehow, Allison Argent survived

Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader

Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.

{Requested}

Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying

Word count: 802

Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid

*Flashback*

“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.

“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.

“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.

Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.

*End of flashback*

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.

You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.  

“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”

Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.

“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.

“Look behind you,” you breathed.

Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”

– 

“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.

After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.

Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.

He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him. 

“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.  

You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.” 

“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.

Scotty Doesn’t Know – Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader

Request by @sweetestdolan: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader is Scott’s little sister and they’ve been sneaking around and it’s based off of the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know”

Song recommendation: Scotty Doesn’t Know - Lustra

I hope you like this! 🌼

A/N: Turns out I love writing for Liam. Send requests!

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader, Scott McCall x Sister! Reader, McCall Pack x Reader

Warnings: none, I think.

Word count: 773

It was a little after midnight at a school night, which meant that you should probably have been asleep. That wasn’t the case, though- you had a little something to sort out that went by the name Liam Dunbar.

You had low-key developed a crush on Liam since you first laid your eyes on him. At first, you just liked him for his appearance- you found him a hottie and an adorable cinnamon roll simultaneously. He was in your grade, so you had a few classes together; and this is how slowly but steadily, your feelings grew stronger as you got to know him better.

Liam felt the same; however, he wouldn’t confess to you. It wasn’t that he was stubborn- he was rather shy and lacking self-confidence- he never thought that you’d like him back. It was only when Scott gave him the bite, that he grew more attached to you. Scott later explained to him that it was perhaps because you were his anchor. He actually liked the idea; you were always sticking together, so if anything happened, you’d protect each other- which meant he had fewer things to worry about.

Given all that, plus the fact that neither his little sister nor his Beta could lie to him; he was well-aware that you were dating. You simply weren’t aware of it, just yet.

“Goodnight, love you,” Scott whispered, trying not to ‘wake you up’. He placed a kiss on your forehead and tucked you in, then proceeded to leave your bedroom.

The moment he closed the door behind him, you threw you blanket off you and quickly but quietly got up from your bed. Coast is clear, you texted Liam, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply. As soon as you unlocked your window, he stepped in your room.

“Hi,” he said softly, kissing your chick. You smiled, wrapping your hands around his neck. He grabbed your waist and reached for your lips. “I missed you,” he muttered in-between kisses.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, exhaling his cologne. Liam drew patterns on your bare skin underneath your shirt and felt you relaxing with his touch.

As your kiss deepened, Liam picked you up and carried you to your bed. You lied on top of him, grinding slowly against his crotch. He let out a hushed growl as he caressed your butt, and you smirked at his eagerness.

Liam started kissing your neck lovingly, making you let out muffled moans. “Shh, Y/N,” he cooed, sucking on your sweet spot. You punched him lightly on the chest, warming him not to leave a hickey. He then paused, waiting for you to take off your shirt. He copied your actions.

All of a sudden, the lights in your room flicked on. You instantly shot a sitting position and hurried to cover your bare chest, whilst your brother, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Mason walked in on your making-out session.

“Ha, I knew it!” exclaimed Stiles, staring at a blushed Liam, and patted Scott’s shoulder. Lydia let out a scoff, as she took out of her pocket a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Mason. “Don’t doubt me again,” he smiled at her sweetly.

Your eyes glued to your brother’s, not daring to say a word. You expected him to snap at you for keeping your relationship with his Beta a secret for such a long time. Instead, an amused grin appeared on his face.

“You didn’t really think I didn’t know, did ya?” he asked, making your brush deepen. “Y-you knew?” you stuttered, avoiding eye-contact. He laughed, “Dude, seriously. I could smell your chemo-signals from miles away,” he stated.

You mentally cursed at yourself, for not having thought about it earlier. “So, you’re not mad?” Liam questioned, hiding his face on your shoulder. “Why would I be mad?” Scott replied, “I don’t have a say on your personal lives, kiddos. I just want both of you to be happy.”

A small smile formed on your lips. It was stupid of you to think that your brother would try to prevent you from being with someone you loved. You knew that Scott’s loved one’s happiness was his top priority.

“Thanks,” you and Liam said, finally relieved.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for tonight,” Stiles, who tried to stare anywhere else but your exposed skin, ushered everyone out of the room, banging the door behind him.

Liam’s eyes met yours again, and you let out a giggle. “It was easier than expected,” you pointed out. Liam shook his head in agreement, still blushing hard. “Definitely.”

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you 

which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’

which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up 

He always did

Being the exact opposite of him

Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities

Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up

Being each other’s best friend

Always having each other’s back

Fighting over who’d shower first

Fighting over what you’d have for dinner

Fighting over what you’d watch on TV

Fighting over who’d drive

Fighting over who’d get to date Derek

Stealing his clothes

Twin telepathy

Knowing when either of you was in trouble 

Pulling pranks on Coach together

And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it

Even though he knew it was realistically pointless

Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two 

They knew better

Having had to learn it the hard way

Being a member of Scott’s pack

Asking your help with the investigation

Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings

Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him

Instantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia 

Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive

Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare

Calming him down after a panic attack

The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack

You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back 

Leaving Beacon Hills with him

Forever watching out for each other 

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would include...

Being next door neighbors, so practically knowing each other since birth

Growing up together, so you couldn’t exactly tell when you fell for him

Stiles having a crush on you too

But since you were best friends, neither of you confessed

However, you couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, because you thought he was crushing on Lydia

Scott knowing that you like each other, so at some point he got sick of your stubbornness and decided to take that matter in his own hands

He practically locked you in the school’s janitor’s closet until you made out

And this how you started dating in eighth grade

So much sarcasm

Inside jokes

Studying sessions together

That always led to heated make out sessions

Helping him solve cases

Cheering for him during lacrosse practice

Comforting him after he had nightmares about his mum

Never leaving his side when he was in the hospital

Keeping your memories of him, which was what brought him back

Long drives on his Jeep

Cuddling until you fall asleep

Hair stocking

Sweet, slow kisses

Never falling out of love with him

Can you do a 'dating Derek Hale would include' headcanons?

Here ya go!

Dating Derek Hale Would Include…

Him being a keeper

You being his anchor

Him protecting you at all costs

Him wanting you not to get involved in the supernatural

Him not wanting you anywhere near Peter

Working out with him

Helping him train Scott

Helping the pack anytime

Being the pack mom, actually

Eye rolls

Sarcasm

Treating his wounds

Lecturing him

Tracing his tattoo

Hot makeout sessions

Rough sex

Him being gentle as well

Forehead kisses

Constantly asking you if you’re okay

Threatening everyone to kill them if they hurt you

Him opening up to you

Bringing out his soft side

Cuddling

Sleeping on the couch curled up to him

Him always listening to your heartbeat to calm down

Dating Scott McCall Would Include...

Having a crush on him since Kindergarten

Being best friends with both him and Stiles

Melissa acting like a mother to you

Being the school’s power couple

Sitting next to each other in class

Holding hands all the time

Quick kisses during breaks

Making out during lunch in the locker rooms

Cheering for him during practice

Wearing his letterman at all his games

Heated make out sessions

Sex in the car 

Love bites everywhere

Cuddling after sex

Cooking breakfast the morning after

Showering together

Singing in the shower while washing each other’s hair

Shower sex

Dressing up in his clothes afterward

Working at the animal clinic

Him being overprotective

Him glaring at Isaac or Liam whenever they try to flirt with you

Him wanting to keep you safe

Being his anchor

Him taking your pain away whenever you get hurt

Helping him during his asthma attacks

Being inseparable

Long late night conversations while nuzzling in his chest

Motorcycle rides 

Going to the same College

Getting married 

It’s not okay 😭😭

Guard Dog fanfic update

Hey, y'all! So, I am currently working on another fanfic. It's going to be a twilight x teen wolf crossover, but I'm still working on guard dog it's just going to be a little longer for an update (shouldn't be too long though). I'm gonna try to have the next two chapters of guard dog and the first two of the new one out in the next week (two at the latest). Also I have no idea what the name for the new one will be so suggestions are welcomed :)

Here's a quick summary of what the new fic will be about:

OC was raised by Melissa McCall and grew up with Scott (and basically Stiles). She always knew she wasn’t Melissa’s biological daughter, but that never mattered. Melissa was there when she was sick and scared. Scott held her hand on her first day of school. Stiles, well–he just annoyed her. But, they were her family. Then all of a sudden some strangers show up at her door claiming to be her “real” family—and they want to take her back. Things get complicated fast: ancient vampire councils, werewolves, magic, hunters. But OC can handle it. She’ll handle anything if it means protecting the people she loves. Because if not Stiles, who else would drive her insane just to see her laugh?

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)

CHAPTER 4 - Continued

“Technically it all started 17 years ago, when I was bitten by an Alpha. But something went wrong. Apparently, there were dormant wolf genes in my body.” I look at Scott, “I don’t really understand the details, but apparently a long time ago there used to be wolves in our family. Over the years, the genes went dormant. When I was bitten it triggered something. Usually, a bite doesn’t activate dormant wolf genes, but something about my genetics made it possible. I assume it has something to do with the fact that I’m a female omega.” Derek looks at me, his eyes wide. Stiles interjects, “Wait–what does that mean? Omega? Is that like some sort of ranking system? Hierarchy? Game of thrones thing?” I chuckle at him, “kind of. Typically omegas are considered the runt of the pack. But, female omegas are rare–and highly valued because of their reproductive abilities. Having a child with a female omega increases the chances of having an Alpha child. 4 years ago, I met Deucalion. He became obsessed with me. A female omega. The perfect addition to his perfect pack.” Derek interrupts, “That doesn’t explain how you know Kali and Ennis” I glare at him, “Just listen,” he grunts, leaning back into the couch, “Ennis is the one who introduced me to Deucalion. I knew his wife first, Emilia. We met at a time when I was really lost, she helped me find myself and we got close. Really close. She was like a second mother to me. She even made me her daughter’s godmother. It was around this time, after she gave birth, that Ennis introduced me to Deucalion, he’d already been begging for weeks. Honestly, I don’t even think Ennis knew what Deucalion wanted. He trusted him. Too much. Whatever the case, he introduced me to him and after that I grew to distrust his pack. They seemed off. Especially, Kali. She was always eyeing Emilia. As if she’d done something wrong. Took something from her. And ever since I met them, I was always trying to convince Ennis to leave their pack. If not for himself, then for his wife and daughter. But, he didn’t want to. I tried one more time to convince him and Emilia to leave. But, they wouldn’t go. And soon, I ended up leaving. I didn’t trust Deucalion. I didn’t like him. There was something about how he interacted with me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he knew exactly what to do or say, to elicit the exact response he wanted from me. It made my skin crawl.” I look down, fiddling with my thumbs, “I should’ve tried harder. Pushed Emilia more. Pressured Ennis.” It’s quiet, no one says anything. The tension in the room is palpable–heavy with my guilt, and their confusion. But then, Lydia pipes up, “So let me clarify: you just so happen to know the wife of one of the most dangerous packs we’ve encountered? And, this is all just…what? Is bad luck?” Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy it,” she snaps. I straighten up on the couch, arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not asking you to,” I reply, “You wanted an explanation. Be happy you got one.” I glance at Scott, Stiles standing close to him. I can’t read their expressions–not fully. But I see hurt. “Because I didn’t do it for you.” Scott’s my little brother, and Stiles? He’s basically his twin. I should’ve been honest with them from the start. But the rest of them? I don’t owe them shit. Least of all some redhead who looks like her father owns a Fortune 500 company. The room stays silent, heavy with judgment–mostly from Lydia. Then Scott moves, settling between me and Isaac. His hand finds mine and squeezes it lightly. Close. Quiet. But there. I don’t look at him. I just rub my thumb against his hand in return. And for now, that’s enough.

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) 

CHAPTER 4.1 - Mistakes

Finally, we make it to my house. Derek turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you go there alone?” I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to collapse on my porch and sleep. “It wasn’t exactly a planned reunion” I snap, but then I pause, sniffing the air. “Hold on…” I say, my sense sharpening. Something’s wrong. My head tilts, narrowing towards my house “Someone’s here. Someone’s in my house.” I move slow, reaching for the knife in my belt. Then, I carefully push open the door to my house. Derek follows. I peek inside, then I hear a scream. It’s frantic, my head snaps towards the sound. It’s Scott and his friends. “Oh MY GOD, JESUS! What is wrong with you people? Always resorting to violence.” Stiles’ voice drips with his usual sarcasm. I put the knife back in my belt, and give Stiles a blank stare. “And what do you suggest I do when it looks like someone’s broken into my house?” I reply dryly.I move to sit on the couch in my living room, Derek follows. The tension between us lingers. “You still haven’t answered me. I want an explanation. What the hell was that back there?” he spits, standing in front of me while I lay on the couch. Ugh, he’s not gonna drop this, is he? He continues, “Kali seemed to know you, and Ennis–he definitely knew you. What’s your history with them?” I glare at him, but before I can speak, Scott looks at me “What is he talking about?” he crosses his arms, “You know the Alpha Pack?” says Stiles, both their eyes are wide. I can tell they’re surprised. Hurt. I can see Lydia in the corner, staring at me with a satisfied look on her face. Like she expected this. Like she knew they shouldn’t have trusted me. I let out a heavy sigh, “It’s a long story. And complicated.” I move to sit up, I can see the protest in their eyes, “Take a seat. And get comfortable,” I watch as Derek and Isaac take the seats next to me, while the other five take to couch opposite of me.

Guard Dog

TW: Violence, fighting, mild language, mentions of blood, stalking (in a hunting sense)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also some chapters will be shorter especially if I'm posting more at a time]

CHAPTER 3 - Manners

Lydia was right. There’s no pattern to these attacks. Something’s off. I already know these attacks aren’t from wolves. But, whoever’s behind this sure is trying their hardest to make it look like it. Maybe I should’ve brought Scott along. No. It’s too dangerous. Besides, while I do trust Scott and Stiles, I don’t know anything about their pack. And it’s fairly obvious at least one of them doesn’t trust me. I brought myself here, I picked this mission. The Guard gave other options, but I chose this one because I knew I was best suited for this. That’s when I hear it. The sound of feet moving through the woods. The crunching of leaves. The smell of blood. But, most of all it’s that all too familiar feeling. The feeling of being stalked. Of something watching me. “You know, it’s proper manners to say hi when you see a familiar face” I say before turning to face her, “I thought you prided yourself on manners. Kali.” she snarls, baring her teeth at me, “Manners? Those are for guests. You? You’re an intruder.” I smirk, “So, you’ve finally learned how to talk back, huh?” she moves, circling around me. I hear Ennis move out from behind me “Enough, Kali” he rumbles, “She’s not a threat” he turns to me, and for a second I almost believe they’ll back off. But, then his eyes meet mine–glowing red–filled with something unreadable. Remorse, maybe? “You shouldn’t have come back,” he says, my name weighing heavy in the air. A warning. His eyes glowing red. Kali makes the first move. Her claws extended. She’s fast. But there’s something off with the way she moves. It’s lazy. I dodge easily and it becomes clear; she’s toying with me. Making a game out of the things I was forced to learn for survival. I let out a low growl. My eyes glow violet and my claws extend, sharp and ready. I reach for her arm. My claws grazing her skin in a clean strike. Then I feel it. A pair of muscled arms grip my body. Firm, holding me still. Kali looks straight at me, smirking. She lifts her claws, ready to strike. But, before she can hit me. I feel it. A shift in the air. Someone else is here. Someone familiar. Someone I know. A snarl sounds, deep and possessive. “Let her go,” a voice declares as a figure moves out from the shadows. Derek. Scott’s friend. His eyes are glowing a bright blue. He moves in front of me, standing straight and looking right at Kali. In one swift move, he knocks her to the ground. Ennis growls, letting me go to tend to Kali. Derek turns to me for a brief moment, “Go” he orders. He leaves no room for debate. I don’t need to be told twice. But if I’m running, I’m not doing it alone. I take a step forward, reaching for Derek’s hand. And we run. Fast.

Guard Dog

TW: vulgar language (cursing), injury, mentions of violence (wolf attacks), emotional/tense

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [BTW, I decided and I'm aging up Isaac so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26]

CHAPTER 2 - The Morning After

I feel just as you would expect anyone to feel after getting shot with a bullet. Like, shit. I get in my car anyway and head to the loft. When I arrive, I take a deep breath before entering the building and heading up the steps to meet everyone. I open the doors, Scott and Stiles notice me first. I smile and open my arms, “How’ve my boys been?” without missing a beat, their arms wrap around me tightly. I feel their anxiety in their grip. “Gentle” the wound throbs beneath my sweater, “I’ve missed you two” I whisper, voice catching. They don’t say anything, and they don’t need to. They let go of me, Scott’s face falls a little. His gaze settling on my wound. I shift, forcing a grin on my face, “Right then, are you boys gonna give introductions or leave me to play guess who?” Scott straightens, moving forward “Yeah–uh. I mean, you know Stiles.” Stiles looks at me, without a second thought, I ruffle his hair, “Yeah, I’m familiar with the troublemaker” he huffs, earning him a laugh from me. Scott moves on to the next pair, “That’s Erica and Boyd–the two you saved yesterday.” I nod, glancing at them, until my gaze falls on the grumpy guy from yesterday. “This is Derek. He owns the loft.” His eyes feel cold, distant. I’m used to it though. I hum, turning away from him to take in my surroundings. The wall of glass windows, the spiral staircase, and the plain decorations. Scott continues, “Then, there’s Isaac and Lydia. Isaac lives here with Derek.” I slowly turn to look at them. I assume Lydia is the one with wavy red hair and her arms crossed tight to her chest. She looks at me, watching me. It’s uncomfortable. Like she can see everything I’ve worked so carefully to hide. I turn my gaze to the boy next to her. His eyes are already on me. But, it isn’t uncomfortable like Lydia’s. It’s heavy and obvious. But, not uncomfortable. Kind. Curious. No one’s looked at me like that in a long time. He has curly hair, a grey t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. Simple. I clear my throat, and shift my weight, feeling the stares settle into something uncertain–acceptance. The awkward silence continues. That is, until Stiles speaks up “So, anyone hear about the rumors?” his voice dripping with the usual sarcasm, “You know, rumors about wild wolves mauling hikers or whatever. Totally normal. Not horrifying at all.” my body straightens, unease sliding its way around my body. Wolf attacks? I can see it from the way Scott’s face falls, Stiles isn’t joking. Lydia is the next to speak, “It doesn’t make sense. There’s no pattern. None of this is adding up.” she pauses, turning to Scott, “And now even the hunters are getting involved?” Erica tenses. Her arms tightening across her chest, Boyd shifts slightly into himself. “This is exactly what we don’t need,” she mutters, voice low. “How do you know these are wolf attacks?” I asked, my gaze sharpening, the feeling of unease sliding further up my neck. I already know the answer. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. Not when they still don’t what could be coming. What I think is coming. Scott glances at me quickly, I give him a look and he turns back to the group, his expression grim. “If they are wolf attacks, we need to figure out who’s doing it. It’s getting too dangerous. Not only could they blow our cover but, they’re attacking innocent people.” Lydia shoots me a look. She’s obviously suspicious of me, trying to gauge whether I know more than I’m letting on. I shift slightly, I don’t know everything, but what I do know isn’t something I can share. Not yet. I have my own secrets, and I wasn’t about to drop them into a room full of people who were just starting to trust me — if they even trusted me at all.

Guard Dog

TW: violence, fight scenes, mentions of blood, threats, language (curses; bitch, shit, etc.), injury 

note: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also I was excited to get the first chapter out but, I will be reading this again later today to fix any slight errors] BTW, I’m thinking about aging up Isaac (so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26 b/c i was thinking about making him a love interest; feel free to give your thoughts)

Chapter 1

These stupid hunters. Jesus. Why did they have to run all the way out here? I hear the hunters come to a stop. Aaagh and of course, a scream follows. I pick up my pace, careful not to attract any attention. That’s when I see it. A blonde girl falls to the ground, panic radiating off her scent. Then, I see the arrow. Right to the leg. Before I get a chance to do anything, there’s another kid. Tall with a kind of muscular build. He’s blocking the other girl from getting hit by more arrows. And, I’m sure I’ve never seen a more reckless pair of kids. But, something about the way the boy’s protecting the girl, like he’s done it a million times and wouldn’t hesitate to do it a million more. It reminds me of someone. Then, I realize. It reminds me of Nikolai, my Nikie. For a second, my indifference from before is replaced with rage. Then, that familiar whistling blows through the air. It’s the brunette hunter. She just fired another arrow. I waste no time. Before the arrow can even so much as graze the boy, my gun fires at her. It doesn’t hit her. But, that’s fine, she’s not my target. My target is that string she pulls so easily. I’m done. I’ve had enough of whatever sick game she’s playing. She wants to play with lives. That’s fine. I’ll show her what it’s like to be toyed with. As soon as her string breaks, I watch as she reaches for another weapon–a miniature crossbow. But, just as soon as she has it out. I fire again. Breaking this toy of hers too. “Aren’t you hunters supposed to have a code you follow?” I sneer, finally stepping out from the shadows. I’m dressed in black tactical armor from head to toe and strapped with a web of different weapons. The moonlight flickers over the symbol of The Guard over my chest–in gold thread is a jackal. My face is covered by my hood, but her gaze is heavy. I keep moving until I’m stood in front of the two kids. “Allison, step back” says a voice from behind the brunette. It’s deep, authoritative. And so clearly, a man. “Allison, huh? What a pretty name.” I say my lips turning up into a mocking smile, “Shame your personality’s so nasty” the look on her face darkens, and her jaw clenches. It’s clear I’ve pissed her off. “ALLISON! NOW!” says the voice again, louder this time, more demanding and it’s about to be her undoing. “Awww! But, I’m having such a good time pissing her off.” I goad her more, easily enough she pulls out a knife. The moonlight bounces off of it and I scoff, pulling one out from my belt. “I have one too, princess.” We tiptoe for a little. And I wait. For an opening. She takes the first step, swiping her knife at me. She’s fast–faster than I expected–but, still I’m faster. She tries to take another swipe, I dodge again. This time, it’s my turn. I step forwards and slash my knife against her waist. Blood drips. “Whoops! That’ll be a pain to clean up” She hisses, her arm instinctively moving to check the injured area. Not fast enough. Then, right as she’s distracted. I hear it. Whoever was trying to warn her from before, fires a shot at me. A bullet. Shit. I was too careless. I feel pain radiating out from my hip. Before, I can make another move, adjust my stance. Two arms grip me, pulling me away from the hunters. It’s the two kids. Although, I’m not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed. They’re fast, everything’s turning into a blur. But, I can still see the frustration on Allison’s face as she grips her wound.

“Here. Sit. We’ll get Derek. He can help.” They set me gently on a couch. It’s leather. And it’ll be a bitch to get blood off of. But, I settle. It’s not like I can go anywhere else until they take the bullet out of my hip. “You’re going to be okay” says the blonde, thought I think it’s more for herself than me. “Yeah, just need this bullet out. Not my first time but, it hurts like a motherfucker.” I wince, either this wound is worse than I thought or this couch is really shitty. “Just come back. And bring Deaton. It’s an emergency.” I hear the boy from earlier. He’s on the phone. “Fine. But, Scott and Stiles are with me too. So, they’re gonna have to come” says the voice on the other line. I go still. They had better not be talking about my Scott and Stiles. They cannot be mixed up in this. I try to move to say something but, it hurts too much. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry.”

The doors glide open and I wince trying to see who it is. “Sit. It’s okay, they’re here to help.” Immediately, I see Scott and Stiles. MY scott and stiles. Then, I see two other people, both men. One looks to be my age with black hair and blue eyes. The other’s older, wearing a doctor’s coat and holding a briefcase. The older one moves towards me, “My name is Deaton. I’m going to check your wound” I look at him hesitantly, “You can trust him [name]. He’s my boss.” says Scott, his brows furrowed and eyes trailing over my wound. I nod. It takes a while but this Deaton guy finishes inspecting my wound. “We need to get that bullet out” whispers Deaton, he’s talking to Scott and the guy with black hair. They both look me over simultaneously, I can feel the pity in their gazes. “I agree. So can someone please, finally take this bullet out? It’s pretty painful, if you haven’t noticed.” I sigh, I’m already over the looks of pity and I’m dreading the conversation that I KNOW, I’ll be having with Scott and Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll get started” says the doctor guy, opening his case and setting up his tools. “This won’t take long. You’re strong, okay? You can handle this.” He says his eyes looking at me with a calm determination. He starts. And he was right, it didn’t take long. But, apparently I’m not as strong as he thought I was because the only thing that hurt more when he was taking that bullet out, was probably Scott’s hand, which I was holding onto as said bullet was being taken out.

Now’s time for the really good part. “What happened, [name]? You’re back? How come you didn’t tell me?” says Scott, his eyes are drooping. He’s clearly hurt, I didn’t tell him I’m home. “Wait a minute. Scott, you know her?” says the boy from earlier, who I still don’t know, his eyes are widened and whipping his head towards Scott. “Yeah, she’s my older sister” he replies, with no tact whatsoever. “Yeah. Hi, my name is [name] McCall. Like he said, I’m the unfortunate soul who got stuck as his sister.” I chuckle, but Scott just clenches his fists at his side, letting out a sharp huff as he glares at me. “Can someone just explain what’s going on?” cuts in the guy with black hair. “Uh–yeah. I can I guess. But, forewarning it’s a little complicated” I say looking up at him and he glares at me. Jeez, if I didn’t think he looked like a grumpy cat, he might actually scare me. “Okay, short version it is.” I sigh, ”It started a couple months ago, I noticed more and more hunters were breaking their precious little code. Most of them, were hanging around here. So, I decided to fly in to see what’s been going on. I only got here this morning,” I say, glancing at Scott, I don’t want him thinking I intentionally hid my return, “decided to look around this evening. That’s when I came across some hunters, cornering blondie and muscles over there.” the blonde cuts me off, eyes rolling “It’s Erica. And Boyd.” “Cool, anyways,” I continue, “I hadn’t planned on getting involved. At least, not until Boyd, here, decided he’d be more helpful after getting turned into swiss cheese instead of running for help–” “Wait, what do you mean, Swiss cheese?” asks Stiles “That brunette bitch. Allison. Whatever her name was. She was firing arrows at the two. Poking holes like it was some twisted game.” I look up at everyone, hesitant “Honestly? It looked like she was getting off on it. It was sick.” I can feel my stomach turning just at the memory of it. “Hold on–do you mean Allison Argent?” asks Scott, he seems distressed. His brows are practically one, but his eyes are wide. Like he can’t believe it. “Look,” I offer, gently “I don’t know what her last name is. But if it is Argent? Then Scott, you need to stay far away from her. I’ve had plenty of experience with Argents. None of them are good news.” I don’t want Scott to get hurt, not like I did. Not like what Gerard and Kate did to me. “That doesn’t make any sense though. Why would Allison attack us? She knows Erica and Boyd. They haven’t done anything.” Scott pleads, voice cracking. I don’t get a chance to say anything before blondie–Erica–pipes up. “Look Scott. I get it. You love Allison but, your sister’s right. Allison is dangerous. If she hadn’t been there, I seriously think she would’ve killed us or come damn close.” Scott looks down at his feet, his shoulders slumped. “Hey,” I suggest, slowly moving form the couch, “it’s been a long day for us all. Why don’t I take Scott and we can all talk about this tomorrow?”. Aside from Scott possibly being in love with an Argent, I had a bullet taken out from my side today and I cannot wait to get into bed and sleep. “Sounds like a good idea. We can meet back here tomorrow.” says grumpy cat guy.