Isaac: Isaac trusted you, you knew that, but when you came home later than you normally would on a girl's night, you knew he would be worried. Lydia told you that it was just past three in the morning as you left the car. You walked up the steps and opened the door quietly in an attempt to not wake Isaac, who you thought would've been sleeping.
The door shut behind you and you kicked off the heels you had on, leaving them a strew by the front door. "Where were you?" You jumped, whipping around to face a wide-eyed Isaac. "Do you know what time it is? Why were you out so late?" He kept firing question after question at you, stepping towards you with each one.
He shoved you to the wall, continuing to fire questions at you, his eyes lighting up to the familiar golden color. "What were you doing? Tell me." He growled, you flinched, trying to sink back into the wall.
Isaac suddenly stopped as he noticed the fear flashing in your eyes, he stepped away from you quickly, moving towards the door before closing he loudly behind him.
When you woke up again around twelve, Isaac was sitting on the chair next to the bed, asleep. You rose from the bed to wake him, still worried about his reaction from last night. "Isaac," You mumbled, shaking his shoulder lightly. His eyes flew open, hand shooting up to grip your shoulders again loosely as he pulled you into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry." Isaac kept repeated, leaving lingering kisses on your forehead after each apology.
Derek: Derek had been gone with the pack a lot lately, off to fight the Alpha's and Darach. You had recently moved in with Derek at the loft and stood there unpacking waiting for him to finally arrive home after another late night.
The door to the loft closed softly behind him as you finished unpacking the first box of clothes ten minutes later. "I'm back." He mumbled, walking over to help you. His hand enclosed around yours, trying to take the box away, but you gripped back, tugging the box from his grip and throwing it to the floor with a thud.
"Thanks for the heads up that you were going to be gone so long. I wouldn't have waited up, again." The words sounded harsher than intended, but as of that moment, you didn't really care.
"What are you mad about, I'm trying to protect you!" He argued, turning you around to face him. "All you do is complain about this, all of the time. I am the Alpha, Y/N, you're going to have to handle it!" He gripped your wrists roughly, pulling you towards him. "I do what I do to protect the people I care about, Cora could die if I don't do this. You could too for all I know!" His grip got tighter and he got angrier. You shrugged back, trying to pull away.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please let go, you're hurting me!" His hands left your wrist as soon as you said that, putting much space between the two of you.
His eyes were wider than ever as he looked from your wrists to your eyes, back and forth until he turned away, leaving the loft without another word.
You sat on bed in silence for hours, waiting for him to return. The door finally opened and Derek walked in. He laid down next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist. "I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry." He mumbled, kissing your cheek as you nodded in forgiveness.
Stiles: On your way home from school one afternoon, Stiles had brought up the ultimate question, where you were planning on going to college at. You hadn't exactly thought to hard about this topic before but you knew for a fact that you wanted to leave Beacon Hills for a while. In fact, you had thought about going to the college in Florida near your aunt and uncles house.
"You want to go where?" His eyes left the road to glance over at your for a second. "That's so far away though, I'll never get to see you. I want to be with you, Y/N, why don't you want to be with me?" You had never heard Stiles sound like this before, or ask you such a question.
It wasn't that you didn't want to be with Stiles, that was the exact opposite, but you always wanted to stay down in Florida and the colleges down there were nice. "I do want to be with you, just this is my chance, Stiles, to get out. To do something with my life."
"Fine, fine. Go down to Florida and live your life, I'll stay here and continue doing what I do best, helping out the werewolves." He snapped, glaring over at you. Your eyes stayed glued to his for at least a minute before a loud horn made him turn away. The car was flying down the road quickly, straight in your direction. A small scream flew from your throat as you shielded your face. Stiles turned the wheel quickly, narrowly avoiding the fast moving car.
"Are you okay? Oh, god, this is all my fault. I'm so sorry, Y/N. Are you hurt?" Stiles rambled, pulling off the road.
"I'm fine." You mumbled back, leaning over to hug him to you tightly.
Scott: Lately, Scott hadn't been spending much time with you. He'd been either off with the pack or talking with Allison. You were never the jealous type and Allison was one of your close friends, but Scott would never tell you the truth when he went off to see her.
After school, Scott had told you he would be staying after for practice, but when you arrived at the field, he was no where to be seen. You found Isaac by the bleachers where he told you that Scott went to talk to Allison about something that had to do with the sacrifices.
You went home after that, not bothering to answer the calls from Scott around six at night. When someone had started pounding on your door roughly later, you rolled your eyes before heading down the steps.
When you pulled the door open, Scott stood there, looking worse than usual. "I called you and texted you! You need to answer when I do, I thought that something happened to you!" He shouted, his hands enclosing on your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "I was worried!"
"You didn't seem that way when you were with Allison." You replied, trying to push him away from you.
"Allison? You're jealous of her? No, Y/N, you shouldn't be. There's nothing going on with us!" He hold on your was tight, too tight.
"I can't be sure of that, can I?" You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "And quit shaking me, I know I seem tough, but that really hurts." He pulled his hands away as if he was burned. He looked at you before glancing down to his shoes. "It's fine Scott, I believe you. I just want to go to sleep."
Before he could reply, you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek once before heading into the house. Around three or four in the morning you woke up to Scott tightly holding you against him, fast asleep.
