Being Liam Dunbar's Twin Sister Would Include...

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

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

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”

Timothée Chalamet in Bones and All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino

eli: can I keep the night light on?

stiles: and provide the monsters with a beacon to your exact location? sure.

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

maybe shmaybe if you feel like it, could you please do leo valdez x reader headcannons for like, leo comforting you during a panic attack? OR if you dont like that, maybe just y/n forcing leo to take a break so they just vibe in the woods listening to y/ns playlist and some body to love(queen) or there is a light that never goes out(Smiths) plays and they slow dance? you dont have to, but thanks for considering it :)

𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 -𝐥.𝐯.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A/n: this is based off of my experience with panic attacks, but everyones is different! also i really like this idea, thank you for requesting

sorry its so short ml!

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Leo’s definitely really observant, having dealt with many machines and such, and he cares about you so much so he’d know as soon as it starts

Also, if you happened to not be at an acitivity you two would go to together (dinner, archery, etc), he would also get suspicious

First he would look in your cabin, and when he saw you slumped against the wall he immediately went over to you

If it was one of your more prominent ones (not really being able to see anything, sweating but freezing, ears ringing, pale, shaking, etc.) then he’d just rub your back, trying to get your breaths slower

”Shh, Cariño, I’m here now.”

”You’re okay, deep breaths, you can do it.”

Once he felt you were alright to be alone for a few minutes, he’d get you a cool cloth or something to drink and ask why it happened

If you decided to tell him, he would give you his full attention, or the most he could.

While you were talking, he would continue rubbing your back, pressing a few kisses to your forehead every now and then

After that, he would definitely keep a closer eye on you, making sure not to overwhelm you, etc.

He just cares about u so much and wants to show it in every, single, way. the poor boy’s afraid you’ll leave him for someone better :(

If he knew certain triggers of yours, he would definitely try to steer clear of those, at-least when he was with you.

Overall, he’d just want u to be comfortable and feel safe and happy <3

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

Being Jackson Whittemore’s Younger Sister Would Include…

Being born about two years after he was adopted, and him going immediately into protective older brother mode

Watching over your crib while you were asleep

Helping your mum calm you down when you were crying

Going to pre-school together

You sticking next to him until you got home

Him defending you if any of your classmates was being mean to you

Him helping you make new friends

Sneaking into his room at night if you had a nightmare

Him calming you down and soothing you back to sleep

Stealing his clothes

Driving you to school every morning until you got your license

Teaching you how to drive

Stealing his Porsche until your parents bought you your own

Becoming best friends with Lydia

Helping her choose her outfits for their dates

Helping Jackson with gift shopping for their anniversary

Confronting Jackson when he was being an asshole to her

Joking about Lydia dumping him and dating you instead

Supporting him during his lacrosse games

Mat having a crush on you and Jackson threatening to beat the shit out of him if he dared to approach you

Danny backing him up

You having a thing for Danny until you found out he’s not into girls

Jackson trying to protect you from himself once he started losing control over his shifting

You realizing he is the Kanima before anyone else

Him promising he will call and text you every day before leaving Beacon Hills

Him booking you tickets to visit him in London once a month

You being the first to find out about Ethan

Going to dinner dates with them during your visits

Warning him about Gerald’s Hunters going after them

Helping them get free after Tamora captured them

Moving to London with them eventually