«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you've become Scott's new girlfriend. *** "Wait, Lydia, is Scott dating Y/N?" Allison asked incredulously, twirling her lipstick in her hands. "Yes," Martin confirmed, "and why do you care so much?" the redhead squinted suspiciously, looking at her friend, and then looked in the mirror, correcting her makeup. "No, no, I'm not worried," Argent smiled, but Lydia was not so easy to fool. "Are you jealous of Scott?" realizing that she didn't hit, Martin gave out an even more shocking version of her, "are you jealous of Y/N?!" Lydia whirled around to face Allison, her eyes wide with surprise. "I..." Allison started, but exhaled sharply, not finishing, "yes," she bit her lip. "Oh..." Lydia didn't know what to say here. She saw that you were happy with Scott. Allison saw it, too, and therefore did not interfere, she decided that it was better to let things take their course. *** Allison knew for sure that if someone messes with werewolves, and even more so with a whole pack of werewolves, then he soon dies. Especially if he — she — is just a fragile human. The same thing happened to you. In a battle with a pack of alphas, you were fatally wounded by Kali when you shot an alpha in an attempt to protect Argent. Oddly enough, Allison was the first to notice that you were sinking to the ground and rushed to you, managing to catch you before you fell. "Allison..." your voice was hoarse, blood was pouring out of your stomach while you were trying to speak, "tell Scott that I love him…" Argent removed the lock of hair covering your face. "I love you, Y/N," she whispered bitterly, her hands trembled, "I couldn't admit it to you, but I love you." You looked at her in surprise, and then quietly said: "Kiss me…" You didn't have to ask twice, you didn't have time. Allison bent down to your lips and kissed you tenderly, feeling the taste of blood fill her mouth. You responded weakly to the kiss, and then suddenly became quiet and did not move anymore. Allison broke away from such desirable lips and looked into your peaceful face. A few large tears rolled down her cheeks, but she couldn't afford to slack off now. Looking around, Argent noted with surprise and some inhibition that the alphas were no longer there, and the whole pack of McCall had gathered around her. "She's dead," Allison whispered in a cracked, broken voice, looking up at Scott, "she's dead."… *** You were buried in the Beacon Hills Cemetery. At first, the pack often visited your grave, but soon only the still grieving Allison began to come to you from the whole pack. Allison loved you and the thought of losing you made her cry. But she had to live on for you, for your memory, for your sacrifice.