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.”
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
A/N: Requests are open.
Being born five minutes after Liam, and him constantly pulling the “I’m older” card
Fighting constantly over your toys when you were toddlers
Throwing food at each other
Pulling each other’s hair
Biting each other
Overall, being a constant headache to your parents until you reached adolesence
Being the only one able to calm him down during his outrages
Making sure he took his I.E.D. medication
Occasionally threating him to do so
Standing up for him against Brett
Making out with Brett
Transferring to Beacon Hills High with him
Stiles instantly taking a liking at you
You confronting Scott when he bit Liam
“What the hell were you thinking?! He has I.E.D.!”
Stiles agreeing with you
“I told him it was a bad idea.”
Helping Liam control the change and eventually becoming his anchor
Giving Hayden dirty looks every now and then
Making out with Brett during lacrosse games
Liam and Stiles not being happy about it
Being best friends with Mason
Sleepovers at your place with the pack
Falling asleep in Liam’s arms and him carrying you to your room
Liam comforting you after Brett’s death
Gabe and Nolan threating you
Mason standing up for you
Eventually going to different colleges
Missing him terribly
Facetiming every night
Surprise visits every now and then
Moving back to Beacon Hills together after finishing college
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 :)
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
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.”
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.”
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.”
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
A/N: Hey! It’s been a while, but here I am. Requests are open again! Renewed List of Fandoms published soon.
Back to Masterlist.
Song Recommendation: Jhené Aiko - P*$$Y Fairy
Initially, the Pack thinking you was some sort of a werewolf alternative, but a very hostile one
Having to find out the hard way you were not, since Peter tried poisoning you with wolf’s bane and it didn’t work out
“Try vervain next time.”
There wasn’t a next time
Because Lydia fell for you hard
But mostly because they were terrified of you
“So you are like… related to the Salvatores? Like related related?”
“Yeah.”
Conciliating with the Pack at some point to defeat a threat
Joining the Pack eventually
Becoming inseparable with Lydia
Hanging out at your place all day
Studying together
Cooking together
Driving late at night together
Gossiping
Listening to music together
Watching Netflix together
Showering together
Heated make-out sessions in basically every room the house
(Her favorite was your bedroom)
Painting each other’s nails
Borrowing each other’s bras
Going out on dates every weekend
Cuddling
Massaging each other
Exploring the full spectrum of her Banshee powers together
You being there for her when she overwhelmed by them
Glaring at Stiles every time she tried flirting with her
(Or Peter)
Lydia wanting to meet your brothers
You agreeing on taking her to Mystic Falls
(Stefan liked her. Damon tried to make a pass on her.)
Protecting her at all costs
Her offering you her blood
You denying at first
But knowing you were thirsty for her
Maintaining self-control to make sure you didn’t hurt her in any way
Having the best sex after
Getting accepted at the same College
Moving out of BH together
Having each other’s back forever and always
@nathanwpyle
I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
—memories
the milk train doesn’t stop here anymore by tennessee williams // holly warburton // holly warburton // memory for forgetfulness by mahmoud darwish // before sunset (2004) // calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar // teodor axentowicz // anne magill // the song of achilles by madeline miller
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
First things first, you two being inseparable since you were born
Being two years younger than Scott, but despite the age difference, you got along pretty well
Mostly because Melissa taught you from a very young age to always stand up for each other and stick together through thick and thin
Stiles was like, a second brother to you
Even though you slightly had a crush on him
Helping him go through his first full moon 🌕
Him wanting you to keep you safe at all costs, which meant keeping you uninvolved in the supernatural
Him failing to do so, since you quickly discovered you’re a Banshee
Which meant you got to spend a lot of time with Lydia and befriending her, although you disliked her at first because of her attitude towards Stiles
Scott being overprotective in general, like very overprotective
Texting or calling you constantly to make sure you’re okay
It could be annoying at times, but you secretly loved it
Let’s just say that, when you got on your first date, things didn’t go that well
Apart from Scott threatening the boy, he also gave you ‘the talk’
Basically lecturing you about protection
You rolling your eyes at him
Scott and Stiles spying on you the whole time
Eventually, you called it quits quite quickly. The dude was a jerk
Scott and Stiles took you home. You ordered pizza 🍕 and watched Disney movies cuddling on the couch
So after that night, you and Stiles grew pretty close
Stiles asked Scott’s permission to take you on a date, and he happily agreed
Stiles took you to the movies, and then for ice cream. He made sure everything was perfect
Him giving you his jacket, because you were cold
Not knowing whether he should kiss you or not
He drove you home, and as you got out of his Jeep, you gave him a kiss on the chick
After a couple of dates, you were official
During pack meetings, Stiles wouldn’t just keep his hands of you. Whether it was him just holding your hand, or hugging your waist
That didn’t go unnoticed from the pack members, especially Isaac
But you were quick to cut him off
And so was Scott
Getting matching tattoos
Late night pillow talks
Scott helping you when you were feeling down
You just always knew what to do. He’d either take you bowling or cook something for you and just snuggle with you on your bed
Trusting him more than anyone
Being heartbroken when he and Stiles left for college
They’d come back home once or twice a month though
Being there when you graduated
Attending the same college as him, and sharing an apartment
Coming back to Beacon Hills after five years and start a family with Stiles