Annabeth: If You Bite It And You Die, It’s Poisonous. If It Bites You And You Die, It’s Venomous

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.”

Being Scott McCall’s Younger Sister Would Include...

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

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 

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

Chimney: I sleep with a knife under my pillow

Eddie: Weak. I sleep with two under mine.

Bobby: You are both pathetic.

Chimney: What killer weapon do you sleep with then, Lord Badass?

Bobby: Athena.

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

I'm BEGGING for a whimpery/sub Leo story where the reader just completly overstimulates him after hes had a hard emotional day PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Omg I love this!

I can Fix It

Leo Valdez x Reader

Warnings: smut (mdni), oral m!receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be responsible this is fictional!), very light bondage, overstimulation, not proofread, pretty short

Summary: Leo is having a hard day so you decide to help him fix his problem (or at least make him feel better)

A/n: I apologize for the late updates! I am chronically ill and haven’t been able to shake this cold I have had for weeks now

Your POV:

It was the first holiday season me and Leo would be spending living together. We recently got an apartment after graduating from New Rome University. Leo got an engineering degree that opened more doors for him in the world of inventions and my education helped me get my dream job as well. Now that we were adults who had real jobs we could afford an apartment. Leo had always gotten upset during the holidays since he missed having a family, and this year was no different. He was doing a lot better since we lived together now, but I could tell he still longed for a crowded house party with an endless amount of aunts, uncles, and cousins and a turkey dinner. Leo had a strong connection with some of his siblings, but I could tell he really just wanted his family, and more specifically, his mom.

Today was a particularly rough day. It had snowed and the kids who lived in our building were out playing with their parents. Leo was off work today, but he went in anyway and came back completely exhausted— emotionally and physically. Leo tended to ignore any feelings he had and use work to distract himself.

Leo went to our bedroom to change out of his work clothes and I followed him. He looked a little confused but he didn’t say anything until he noticed me taking my clothes off too.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked.

“You.” I said simply.

He was only wearing his boxers now and I only had a bra and panties on. Before he could really react I was on my knees in front of him rubbing his thighs soothingly to get him to relax.

“Want me to make you feel better?”

Leo nodded quickly and reached out to grab onto the dresser behind him.

“I can’t hear you.” I said taking my hands off of him.

“Please, yes.” Leo whined, “amor, I need you.”

I pulled his boxers down in response and smirked up at him. Precum was leaking from his painfully hard cock and his knuckles were already turning white from gripping the dresser with all his strength.

“Oh, amor,” I said kissing his tip, “all this for me?”

“Mhmm, need you, amor.” Leo said trying to buck his hips.

“Be patient,” I said steadying his hips, “you don’t fix a bad day with quick sex honey.”

Then began the real teasing. I kissed the base of his cock and licked a stripe up to his tip. I swirled my tongue around his tip and released it with a pop. I pulled back and quickly pulled my hair back before looking up at Leo through my lashes.

“You better tell everyone you’re sick tomorrow because you’re going to be exhausted when I’m done with you.” I said.

Leo groaned at my words and grabbed my hair with his free hand. I began to take his length into my mouth inch by inch. Soon, my cheeks were hollowed out and Leo was moaning softly as I bobbed up and down on his cock. As I increased my pace, Leo’s moans got louder and his breathing got quicker. I already planned to get as many orgasms out of him as I could, but the noises he made solidified that plan.

I watched as Leo’s muscles relaxed in areas he held stress tension, but I also watched his abdominal muscles tighten as he approached his first orgasm.

Spit ran down my chin and Leo’s cock as I desperately tried to take more of him. His tip kept hitting the back of my throat and Leo moaned every time I gagged. Leo typically lasted longer than this, but his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hung open, and he panted as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I could tell he was finally just letting himself enjoy being taken care of. Leo was such a people pleaser even in bed that he almost never let himself fully enjoy things unless I forced him, so I was happy to see him giving in with no convincing. It was also great since it meant my plan to over stimulate him until he didn’t have a worry in the world was on track to work perfectly.

I felt Leo’s cock begin to twitch and he choked out some sort of incoherent warning before his sticky ropes of cum shot down my throat. I kept sucking until every last drop was mine. Leo was practically crying as I finally released him.

“Th—thank you.” Leo stammered looking for his clothes.

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you. You’ve got a couple more rounds in you, get in the bed.”

Leo looked stunned but practically jumped into our bed. He watched as I discarded my bra and underwear and crawled into the bed with him.

“How do you want it?” I murmured while nipping at the skin on his neck.

“Hold me.” Leo sighed.

I knew exactly what he meant. We both rolled onto our sides while facing each other and tangled our legs together and I pulled him closer by wrapping my arms around him. I was positioned so he could bury his face in my chest and I rested my chin on his head. I decided to show some mercy and give him a little bit to recover from the last orgasm and I held him closely whispering Spanish phrases he had taught me into his ear. When he started rolling his hips softly against me, I let one of my hands travel between our bodies. He groaned when I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it a few times before guiding him to my entrance. Leo cursed in Spanish and I could feel him breathing heavily against my chest. I began to move very slowly and he moaned softly. I started to pick up the pace a little bit, but it was still slow so I could draw this out as long as possible. Leo took one of my nipples in his mouth and he licked and sucked as he got lost in the sensation.

“Doing so good for me.” I said tugging gently on his hair.

“Oh fuck.” Leo whined, “Please, y/n, harder.”

I pushed him so he was on his back and I pinned his wrists above his head. I kissed his forehead and started rolling my hips into his as if my life depended on it. Leo’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head and he made me feel like I was in a renaissance painting. His body beneath me glistened with sweat, his muscles were flexing, his curls were sprawled over the pillow, and he had that deep yearning look on his face as if he wanted to live the rest of his life and his afterlife in this moment. He looked so perfectly imperfect at this moment that I wouldn’t be surprised if he was painted into my life by Da Vinci himself. I didn’t think I could love him any more than I did already, but seeing him trust me so completely in his most vulnerable moments after the hell he had been through in his life and also see him enjoy it this much, well, it went straight to my heart and my ego.

“I’m cl—close,” Leo stammered, “c—can I cum, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I said as I picked up the pace.

My leg muscles burned and I knew I was going to be sore after this, but I that didn’t matter. All I cared about was replacing any sadness Leo had with pleasure. It sounded almost pornographic as he approached his second orgasm. His moans were high pitched and desperate while the sounds of skin slapping and my dripping cunt filled the room. Leo came practically screaming my name and wildly trying to meet my hips with sloppy thrusts. He came harder than before and when I had worked him through his high I gently got off of him and wobbled my way out of the bed.

“Amor, no, stay.” Leo whined.

“Patience is a virtue, Valdez.” I laughed as I shakily walked to our dresser, “I’m coming back.”

Leo seemed to accept that in his tired state and fell back onto the pillows panting heavily. I returned to the bed with satin ribbons I wore with an outfit a few weeks ago.

“Remember these?” I asked.

“Yeah, you wore that outfit with those ribbons, it looked good.” He responded.

“Now they’re for you.” I said grinning.

“For me?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said bringing his wrists above his head and using the ribbons to tie his wrists to the headboard.

Leo gasped and looked at me wide eyes. I kissed his first wrist as I moved to his next wrist to tie that one and kiss it as well.

“Y/n, I can’t.” Leo replied.

“One more, mi Corazon, you can do it.”

“I can’t.” He whined.

His whines quickly turned to breathy moans when I started kissing his neck. He instinctively tried to move his hands to touch me and struggled against the ribbons. They were simple ribbons and he was a demigod and much stronger than the ribbons, and me even, so he very well could free himself if he wanted, but his softening cock was already hardening again and telling a different story.

“What was that?” I giggled.

“You’re going to kill me, but I’m going to be the happiest man in Elysium.” Leo groaned.

I wasted no time sinking back down on his cock hoping to build on any lasting effects from his last two orgasms. It unsurprisingly only took him a little bit to get close again and he began begging me to cum.

“Not yet,” I murmured as I slowed down, “gotta make sure I turn your brain to mush so you can’t be sad anymore.”

“Amor, my brain is a smoothie.” Leo whined.

“I don’t know, that sounded too coherent.” I laughed as I rolled my hips slowly and deeply.

After a few minutes of speeding up and slowing down, Leo’s frustrated babbling switched from English to Spanish to incorrect use of both English and Spanish words, so I was finally satisfied.

“Let go.” I finally said.

Leo was cumming almost immediately after I said that and I finished with him. I came really hard and I had to gasp for air with Leo. I had been unintentionally preventing my own orgasm this whole time, so when I finally let myself it hit like a ton of bricks. I untied Leo and we laid motionless for a good five to ten minutes before finally going to take a bath.

Leo slipped into the bath behind me and held onto me still halfway out of it from how overstimulated I got him.

“Te amo, mi vida.” Leo murmured, “Thank you. I can’t believe I survived that, but I feel much better.”

“You’re in for a world of surprise if you think that was a lot.” I laughed, “Next time you’re sad I’m not resting until your brain gets factory reset to no language at all.”

“What did I do to deserve such an amazing girlfriend who is dead set on killing me in the best possible way?”

Leo and I soaked in the bath for over an hour. What was great about having a pyrokinetic boyfriend was that the bath water never got cold. When we did get out, it was a little too early to go to bed, so I dragged Leo into the kitchen to surprise him with all the supplies to build a gingerbread house.

“Wait! Seriously? I’ve wanted to build a gingerbread house for so long!” Leo exclaimed.

A simple gingerbread house soon turned into an engineering project and we had a gingerbread village complete with citizens and vehicles by the time Leo finally gave in and stopped to go to bed. I was so tired and wanted to go to sleep hours ago, but the smile on Leo’s face was enough to equate to a million coffees. I had accomplished my mission of making him happy and it only took some elbow grease, gingerbread, and a couple orgasms.

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.”

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

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