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Note: Not my originla idea, it was from bonniebird on tumblr who let me use the snippet of an idea. First half is female reader and last half is male reader
(Y/N): your name
(Y/L/N): your last name
(e/c): eye color
(Female Reader)
"911, what's your emergency?
"I … I need you to send help."
"What's your emergency?"
"Someone broke into my house."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm not the one who needs help."
"Is it one of your family members who need help. Do they need medical help?"
"No … he needs help."
"Who needs help, Honey?"
"Him. The one who broke in."
" … You're calling to get help for the man who broke into your house?"
"Yes."
"Is he with you?"
"Yes he's here. Please hurry he's lost a lot of blood."
"What's your address?"
"I live across the street from the record store on 5th street. And please tell the Sheriff that it was an accident. I didn't mean to use the knife."
Sheriff Stilinski watched as his men scoured the (Y/L/N) house, looking for and bagging evidence. As he walked closer to the house, he passed by a cot that was taking a man to the ambulance waiting by the police cars. The man's face was littered with small cuts and blue bruises and blood seeped through a band aid that was pressed to his right arm. He didn't usually feel bad for criminals but Sheriff couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the man.
As he approached the small figure on the steps of the porch he noticed how she slouched her shoulders and seemed to curl in on herself as if she wanted to disappear. When he was finally facing her the Sheriff crouched down so he could face her while talked to her.
"What's your name?" he asked the girl gently.
She looked up at him when he spoke. Her (e/c) eyes were glazed over and dull. Must be the shock, the Sheriff concluded. Slowly her gaze becomes more focused and she seemed to finally process the question he asked her. "(Y/N)," she whispered softly. Before the Sheriff could ask her another question, her bottom lips started to quiver and her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Are you going to throw me in jail?"
Sheriff Stilinski blinked once with surprise then quickly shook his head. "No I'm not. What you did was in self defense," he reassured. "Where are your parents?"
"Work," she replied.
He took out his phone, prepared to call them to inform them of what happened at their house. He opened his mouth to ask her for her parent's phone numbers but Y/N once again beat him to it. "Please don't tell my parents," she pleaded.
"Y/N, they have the right to know what happened at their house," the Sheriff insisted.
But Y/N would not oblige. She shook her head and grasped his arm desperately. "No, please you can't tell them," she said. "You can't tell them. You can't show them what I-" She stopped herself before she could continue.
The Sheriff frowned. "You what, Y/N?"
She didn't answer. Instead she moved her hands away from his arm and hugged them to her chest. That's when the Sheriff noticed that her hands were covered in a red substance.
He looked down at his arm and there were two bloody handprints where Y/N's hands had previously been. He stood up and motioned her to do the same but she refused. "Y/N we have to get you to the paramedics," he said.
Y/N looked up at him, eyes shining with fear and guilt. "It's not mine."
"It's definitely from a werewolf," Melissa McCall said.
Sheriff Stilinski sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "So we've got another werewolf on our hands?"
"It looks like it," Melissa said. She stared out the glass inside of the hospital room and looked at Y/N who was sitting in the waiting room.
"The poor kid," she said, sadness laced in her voice. "It was the first time she turned right?"
Sheriff Stilinski nodded. "Yeah she was terrified."
Melissa turned away from the glass and turned to face him. She gave him a questioning look and he nodded, confirming her unasked question. Melissa took out her phone and dialed the familiar number. She smiled when the person on the other line answered. "Hey, Scott . . .' she began.
Sheriff Stilinski didn't stay to listen to the rest of the phone call, instead he went out to talk to Y/N in the waiting room. Y/N was sitting in a similar position she had been sitting in at hier house. She was pulling at the cuff of her sweater's sleeves and wringing her hands nervously. When the Sheriff was standing in front of Y/N, she looked up.
"How is he?" Y/N asked, the nervousness she had been displaying through her actions now evident through her voice.
"He will be fine," the Sheriff reassured. "Y/N, with your permission, I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
Y/N shot up from her seat. "B-But you said you wouldn't take me to jail!"
"I'm not taking you to jail, Y/N," Sheriff Stilinski reassured the young werewolf. "I'm taking you somewhere where you will be safe and you will be able how to gain control of your abilities."
When Y/N realized that Sheriff Stilinski was telling the truth she nodded in agreement. She followed Sheriff Stilinski to his car. They passed by Ms. McCall on the way out. She nodded at Sheriff Stilinski and smiled reassuringly at Y/N. They drove for what seemed like forever to Y/N until the amount of buildings became less frequent and they were soon surrounded by forestry. At some point the Sheriff drove off the road and continued to drive till they arrived at a clearing in the woods. Sheriff Stilinski got out of his car and motioned for her to do the same. After she did they walked together through the woods, ducking to avoid trees and stepping over stray roots. Finally they arrived at a clearing where a lake was. Just past the river was a large, old house.
"Welcome to the Healing House."
(Male Reader)
"911, what's your emergency?
"I … I need you to send help."
"What's your emergency?"
"Someone broke into my house."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm not the one who needs help."
"Is it one of your family members who need help. Do they need medical help?"
"No … he needs help."
"Who needs help, Honey?"
"Him. The one who broke in."
" … You're calling to get help for the man who broke into your house?"
"Yes."
"Is he with you?"
"Yes he's here. Please hurry he's lost a lot of blood."
"What's your address?"
"I live across the street from the record store on 5th street. And please tell the Sheriff that it was an accident. I didn't mean to use the knife."
Sheriff Stilinski watched as his men scoured the (Y/L/N) house, looking for and bagging evidence. As he walked closer to the house, he passed by a cot that was taking a man to the ambulance waiting by the police cars. The man's face was littered with small cuts and blue bruises and blood seeped through a band aid that was pressed to his right arm. He didn't usually feel bad for criminals but Sheriff couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the man.
As he approached the small figure on the steps of the porch the Sheriff noticed how he slouched his shoulders and seemed to curl in on himself as if he wanted to disappear. When he was finally facing the teen the Sheriff crouched down so he could face him while they.
"What's your name?" he asked the teenage boy gently.
He looked up at the Sheriff when he spoke. His (e/c) eyes were glazed over and dull. Must be the shock, the Sheriff concluded. Slowly his gaze became more focused and he seemed to finally process the question the Sheriff asked him. "(Y/N)," he whispered softly. Before the Sheriff could ask him another question, his eyes widened and filled with unshed tears. "Are you going to throw me in jail?"
Sheriff Stilinski blinked once with surprise then quickly shook his head. "No I'm not. What you did was in self defense," he reassured. "Where are your parents?"
"Work," he replied.
The Sheriff took out his phone, prepared to call them to inform them of what happened at their house. He opened his mouth to ask Y/N for his parent's phone numbers but Y/N once again beat him to it. "Please don't tell my parents," he pleaded.
"Y/N, they have the right to know what happened at their house," the Sheriff insisted.
But Y/N would not oblige. He shook his head and grasped the Sheriff's arm desperately. "No, please you can't tell them," he said. "You can't tell them. You can't show them what I-" He stopped himself before he could continue.
The Sheriff frowned. "You what, Y/N?"
He didn't answer. Instead he moved his hands away from the Sheriff's arm and hugged them to his chest. That's when the Sheriff noticed that Y/N's hands were covered in a red substance.
The Sheriff looked down at his arm and there were two bloody handprints where Y/N's hands had previously been. He stood up and motioned Y/N to do the same but he refused. "Y/N we have to get you to the paramedics," he said.
Y/N looked up at him, eyes shining with fear and guilt. "It's not mine."
"It's definitely from a werewolf," Melissa McCall said.
Sheriff Stilinski sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "So we've got another werewolf on our hands?"
"It looks like it," Melissa said. She stared out the glass inside of the hospital room and looked at Y/N who was sitting in the waiting room.
"The poor kid," she said, sadness laced in her voice. "It was the first time he turned right?"
Sheriff Stilinski nodded. "Yeah he was terrified."
Melissa turned away from the glass and turned to face him. She gave him a questioning look and he nodded, confirming her unasked question. Melissa took out her phone and dialed the familiar number. She smiled when the person on the other line answered. "Hey, Scott . . .' she began.
Sheriff Stilinski didn't stay to listen to the rest of the phone call, instead he went out to talk to Y/N in the waiting room. Y/N was sitting in a similar position he had been sitting in at his house. He was pulling at the cuff of his sweater's sleeves and wringing his hands nervously. When the Sheriff was standing in front of Y/N, he looked up.
"How is he?" Y/N asked, the nervousness he had been displaying through his actions now evident through his voice.
"He will be," the Sheriff reassured. "Y/N, with your permission, I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
Y/N shot up from his seat. "B-But you said you wouldn't take me to jail!"
"I'm not taking you to jail, Y/N," Sheriff Stilinski reassured the young werewolf. "I'm taking you somewhere where you will be safe and you will be able how to gain control of your abilities."
When Y/N realized that Sheriff Stilinski was telling the truth he nodded in agreement. He followed Sheriff Stilinski to his car. They passed by Ms. McCall on the way out. She nodded at Sheriff Stilinski and smiled reassuringly at Y/N. They drove for what seemed like forever to Y/N until the amount of buildings became less frequent and they were soon surrounded by forestry. At some point the Sheriff drove off the road and continued to drive till they arrived at a clearing in the woods. Sheriff Stilinski got out of his car and motioned for him to do the same. After he did they walked together through the woods, ducking to avoid trees and stepping over stray roots. Finally they arrived at a clearing where a lake was. Just past the river was a large, old house.
"Welcome to the Healing House."
