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And They Were Twins

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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

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(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 69: Negotiations and Blame

Liam, Lori and Sam rush down the tunnel turning a corner only to come up to a fork in their path.

“Which way?”, Liam asks Lori. “There’s gotta be something. Did he leave anything for you to find, l-like a signal, or more rocks?”

“I don’t see anything… I don’t hear anything.”, Lori worries. Liam gives her a small reassuring smile. “We’ll find something. He’s gonna be okay.”

“How do you know?”, Lori asks him with glossy eyes.

Liam looks for an answer. “'Cause–‘cause he’s strong. He’s really strong. He’s knocked me down on the lacrosse field more than once. Now, when I see him coming, I do everything I can to get the hell out of the way.”

Sam smiled at him before closing her eyes to feel for bodies. Once she feels a heavy presence, she turns to the path that's closest.

“Brett actually started playing lacrosse for me.”, Lori tells Liam as they follow Sam. Liam looks at her with a confused expression. “For you?”

She nods, “I didn’t have any friends at my old school. Devenford Prep needed lacrosse players, and Brett practiced all summer. And he got a scholarship and told them that they had to take me if they wanted him.”

Liam places his hand on her arm. “Hey, we’re gonna find him.” He looks at Sam who looks back at him. "Found something.", she says and leads them down the path.

As they walk further, Liam's face scrunches. “Do you smell that? It’s… it’s sour.” Lori nods. “It smells like something’s rotting.”

“I think it’s poison.”, Liam says, making Lori smile. “That’s how we’ll find him.”

They take off further down the tunnel, crossing more and more paths. “They all look the same. Are you sure we’re going the right way?”, Lori asks Sam. "I'm feeling someone's body. They're alive, but…", Sam says.

“This is her power. We're gonna need it as much as we can.”, Liam reassures. Lori sniffles. “I hate this scent.”

Liam stops the girls, coming to a freeze. “Wait. I hear something. It sounds like…”

“…a heartbeat,” Lori and Sam says and they follow the sound as it gets louder and louder.

As they come up to a wide area of the tunnels, they see a body leaning up against the wall near some containers. “Brett!”, Lori exclaims, speeding up to the body.

Brett turns to her with a grimace of a smile. “You found the rocks.”

“Yeah, I found the rocks.”, she tells him as tears of relief prick at her eyes. The other two come up to the siblings and Brett looks up to them. "It's you guys…"

Sam nods at him and Liam kneels near them. “Hey, we’re going to get you out of here.”

Brett tries to give Liam a smile but the blood exiting his body makes him seem like he's wincing instead.

As Lori and Liam grab his arm to pull him up, Brett looks at him. “You’re a dumbass for doing this.”

Liam smirks. “Oh, is that your way of thanking me?”

Brett lets go of his hand and scoffs. “No, that’s my way of calling you a dumbass, but… thanks.”

Before Liam could respond, he pauses at the sound of Sam's growl. He turns to her to see her back facing him.

Her heart raced. She knows the sound of a rumbling engine. Someone was here.

Liam makes a noise and steps forward, his face softening “Sam?”

Sam looks to the side as she feels footsteps. “Get Brett out of here.”, she says. 

“What? Why–”, Liam gets cut off as Sam lifts up a shadow barrier, blocking a canister from being thrown towards them, but the smoke from the can quickly fills the area. "Go!", Sam yells. Before they could move, all four werewolves covered their ears as the familiar sound of Argent’s emitters started going off.

“They’re coming.”, Lori bellows. Liam looks at Sam. “Go with them, I’ll hold them off.”

Sam looks at him with wide eyes. "Are you insane!?" Liam doesn't respond but shoves Sam toward Brett and Lori. “Just go!"

"Liam!", Sam yells but Lori grabs at her. "Let's go!", she yells before grabbing her brother's arm. Sam takes the other and drags him down the tunnel.

Making it easier for the girls, Sam helps Brett float with blobs of her shadow and moves the two faster to a ladder ahead. 

Lori reassures her brother. “Hey, we’re almost out of here.”

Lori and Sam help Brett up the ladder to move the manhole cover. He peeks around before exiting the manhole and Lori follows upward. Sam turns as she hears footsteps, ready to fight but relaxes as she sees Liam.

"You're okay.", Sam says but Liam shakes his head. “It's a trap. No one's down here–”

The sound of car tires rumbling above the tunnels could be heard above, making their eyes widen as they look to see Lori finally escaping the manhole. “Shit…!” 

Liam starts climbing up the ladder. “Lori, come back!”, Sam yells, following him.

“Lori, wait!!”, Liam climbs up faster but before he could reach the opening, a screeching sound stops them as they hear two thuds.

Liam's nose flares in anger as he climbs faster. "Liam, wait–!", Sam calls but the boy launches out of the manhole with a loud growl.

Liam roars, his pain and anger reverberating into the night air. Sam climbs up and peeks to see a crowd of people gathering.

She looks at him with wide eyes. “Liam, shift back now!", she exclaims. "No!", he roars. Sam feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and she takes it out to see a text from Lydia. 

Lydia - Nolan attacked Corey in the library, stabbed him in the back of his hand! in front of people that SAW HIM HEAL RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES

What the hell was happening….?

Before she could put her phone away, she felt someone grab her foot and jolted. She looked down to see Scott looking at her with wide eyes.

"Where's Liam?", Scott asks. Sam frowns and looks up. "They're all on the street.", she says and his eyes widened.

“We have to get out there!”, Malia asked.

Sam shook her head, much to the other two's surprise. “It was a setup, Scott. I can't tell if they're actual people or hunters but Liam's up there pissed...shifted…”, she said, trailing off.

“What else happened?”, Malia asked. Sam gives the two her phone, waiting as they read the text and their eyes get even bigger.

Scott's eyebrows furrowed. “Why would Nolan want to hurt Corey?”

“I don't think he was trying to hurt him. I think he was trying to expose him.", Sam said looking at him. "The hunter used the fog and the emitters to probably corner us or to get us to go up this ladder to be exposed too.”

“But why, what’s the purpose of it all?”, Scott asks. Sam frowns at him. "They're toying with us. They're making people afraid of us and giving reasons for us to be killed."

Scott's shoulders sag in realization.

However the next day, they decided to go back to the tunnels.

Sam looks at Scott. “Liam doing okay?”

Scott nods, giving a small smile. “He’s going to go to school.”

She tilts her head as if she didn't hear him. “Excuse me, what?”

The girls look at him to continue and he does. “Yeah, I told him he needed to be like Clark Kent and pretend like nothing happened.”

“I'm sorry, did you forget that he wolfed out in front of a shit load of people and roared at them? That's enough to let anyone know he wasn't human. Not only that, the shitshow with Corey just adds onto our problem pile. If they saw what happened to Corey, what makes you think news about Liam won't come out?”, Sam asks.

“They won’t do anything to him because no one has proof," Scott shrugs. "I mean, it was nighttime and who’s to say that anyone saw anything?”

He walks over to the tunnel with Malia following behind her. Sam gives Lydia a look who returns it with a knowing nod. The two ahead turn around to see the girls unmoving. 

“I don't know about you, Scott, but I'm pretty sure you're not sure.”, Sam says. The reassured look on Scott's face drops. He sighs. “Look, he's taking Brett and Lori’s death really hard…”

“So are we.”, Lydia speaks up. Scott frowns. “We are because they were great kids who didn’t deserve that, but we didn’t know them like he knew them. We’re trying to save lives, which is why he needed to go to school and pretend like nothing happened, because if he doesn’t go, more people could die.”

Sam frowns. "No one's there to protect him or Corey. Mason can only do so much. If we're not there… I don't know…", she says, worriedly. Scott frowns sadly. "Sam…"

She looks at him, nearly trembling. "I let two people die when I could've helped. If Liam had died and I had done nothing, I don't know what I would do. It's like it won't stop. Almost everyone we know has either moved on or has been murdered and I'm sick of it, Scott.”

Scott walks up to her, bringing her into a hug. “We're gonna stop them, okay? Then we'll have our lives back. We always do.”

Always…

It never lasts. Ever. Everytime they look up, they have to find something and fight. It wasn't fair.

Sam lets out a sigh anyway. “Okay.”

Scott lets go and leads them down to the Argent bunker. Once they arrived, Chris turned to them, having to wait and asked for info on the night before.

Scott drops a lacrosse stick onto the table they stood around. “They were murdered. Killed by the new hunter in Beacon Hills.”

Sam looks at Chris. “I know you said you were done hunting or that you haven't done any hunting in a while, but the hunter that killed that Hellhound…I thought it was just a coincidence. But these methods from last night were too thought out."

Chris nods, looking shameful. “Gerard.", he says, making the teens' eyes widen. "Which means this is my fault. I’m the one who let him go.”

“You couldn’t have done anything.”, Lydia said. Malia shakes her head. “He could’ve killed him.”

The other four frowns at her. Malia shrugs. “Just saying…” Though, no one could blame her. It was a validated thing to do at this point. The man needed to be stopped.

“We are not executioners.”, Lydia scolded. Malia turns to her. "You are when it comes to war.”

“That’s why we’re gonna make peace.”, Scott says and Sam frowns at him. “Peace? With Gerard? Who made you help turn him into an alpha? Who threatened your mom? Are you sure we're talking about the same person?”

Scott leans on the table. “Sam, you know as well as I do, what's coming. It all leads back to–”

“War.”, Chris concludes. Sam frowns at the man. “Okay, so what stops a war from happening? A compromise?”

Chris nods. “A peace summit.”

Scott agrees. “Right. We meet face to face with Gerard, find out what he wants, and then we stop all this before it gets any worse.” 

Scott muttered. “Last time Gerard was at a peace meeting was with Deucalion… he blinded him and then killed everybody else, including his own men.”

Chris turned toward the teens. “I’ll go. I mean, he’s not going to kill me.”

Sam frowns at him. "I recall his words being, "I'll kill my own son if I have to", or something along those lines. You have too much faith in him."

Chris gives her a small smile with a shrug. She had a point. “All we need is to find out what he wants, then we can bargain.”, Scott says. Chris frowns once more. “Even if he does agree, his terms might be difficult to meet.”

Scott shrugs, looking at them. “Well, that’s why it’s a negotiation. I don’t expect to get anything without giving something up."

Chris thinks for a moment before speaking up. “Then you’re gonna have to figure out just how much you’re willing to give, and how far you’re willing to go to stop a war.”

After Chris went to meet with Gerard, Liam informed Scott about his time in the guidance counselor’s office. He mentioned seeing scratches on Tamora Monroe’s neck and saw books about the supernatural on her filing cabinet. 

When he asked how she got the scratches, she said from a branch in the woods when she was running. He pressed her with questions, only to come up with one conclusion. She had to be the new hunter.

Sam frowned when Scott had told her what happened. "What?", he asked. She shook her head. "I dunno. That name just sounds familiar. My mom talked about this girl she named "Tammy" because apparently she's been a regular lately."

Scott frowned at this new information. The only thing they could do was inform Chris of the information. As they walk up to the McCall house, they pause at the voices of Chris and Melissa discussing.

“As far as I can tell… genocide.”, they heard Chris say.

Scott and Sam look at each other with wide eyes. Melissa scoffs. “He just wants to kill them? All of them?”

Chris sighs. “If you’re looking for rationality, I think he left that behind a long time ago. In his eyes, Scott has killed half his family, turned his daughter into a monster, and turned me, his only son, against him.” 

Sam nods at Scott, agreeing with Chris. “So, I’m supposed to just tell them to give up?”, Melissa asked.

“I’m not asking them to give up. I just want them to survive.”, Chris presses.

Melissa forces out, “I’ve never told those kids to run and hide, and I’m not going to start now.”

Chris counters back. “Melissa, Sam was barely able to control her powers last year and almost lost her life because she was overworking herself. I can't imagine what my father would want with her. And Scott, he was dead in your arms once before, and you had to bring him back yourself. What if this is the one fight they don’t come back from?”

Before Melissa could respond, the young adults walked in. “There doesn’t have to be a fight.”, Scott says.

Chris sighs and looks at them. “Do you two know something I don’t?”

Scott lifts up his phone and shows him Liam's text. “Someone. Tamora Monroe… she’s the new Hunter.”

After discussing with Chris, Sam went home to see her mother look at her worried. Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?", Sam asked.

Denise took a breath before standing. "You'd tell me if something was happening, wouldn't you?", she asked her daughter. Sam looked at her confused before realization filled her.

Something happened.

"What happened?", Sam asked, walking over to her mother. "Tammy came in today and had two other people with her. They were – they looked scared? I think? Like they were looking for something specific and then got upset when they couldn't find whatever they were looking for."

Sam frowned at the news. To see her mom in distress and to know that Monroe had gone into the shop…

It pissed Sam off. Sam settled her hands on her mother's shoulders. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Denise looked up at her daughter with glossy eyes. "How do I know that? How do I know you're not getting yourself into more trouble?"

Sam didn't know how to answer. She wasn't sure either. She didn't want to make any empty promises. Especially ones she couldn't keep.

She gives her mom a hug anyways. "We'll be okay."

A moment passed, and Denise had finally fallen asleep long enough for Sam to slip out of the house to go to Scott's house.

Once she walked in through the back, she saw Malia sitting on the couch, looking conflicted. "Where's Scott?"

Malia looks up. "He said he was going to meet with that Monroe girl.", she said. Sam frowned. "What the f -- alone???"

Malia nods, a sad look coming to her face. Sam softened, sighing. "He must've told you to stay back."

Malia nods again. "I just… I don't know how to tell him how I feel. About him, about all of this! It's… hard.", she says, dejectedly. Sam's eyebrows rose a bit as she walked closer to the werecoyote. "I think it'll get easier once all of this is over.", she says.

Malia looked at her. "How'd you do it? With Derek, I mean."

Sam's cheeks burned a bit as she stammers. "I – well, I can't say there was a lot of talking. I mean, we didn't really talk about it," She frowns as she remembers. "Now that I think about it, I'm starting to think I was doing a little too much talking…"

Malia frowned. "So we shouldn't talk about it?", she asked. Sam looked at her, shaking her head. "No, you two definitely need to talk it out. At least you'll have the chance to."

Malia let out a groan. "It's so complicated for no reason."

Sam nodded. "Welcome to life." She shakes her head. "Anyways, let's focus on the task at hand. I'm pretty sure even if he doesn't get hurt, we'll still have to get involved."

Malia looks up at Sam. “So we're not going to let him go alone?”

Sam frowns, "Hell no. Let's go get Lydia."

Malia, Lydia and Sam walked through the tunnels, quietly following the path towards the heartbeats they heard.

"She didn’t come alone.”, Malia muttered. Sam frowns, annoyed. “Of course she didn’t. This'd make this too easy."

Malia stops and looks at the girls. “There’s a guy armed with a taser gun around the corner.”

Sam lifted a darkened hand, but Lydia stopped her as they heard Scott's voice. “Trust me, he’s not the kind of person that you want to follow. He’s gonna lead you off a cliff.”

“Following me? No one here is following me, Scott. I’m merely an adviser.”, they heard Gerard. “This is because of you?”, Scott asks.

“That’s right. You’re negotiating with me, Scott.”, they hear Monroe taunt. Malia's small growl rumbles from her chest.

“Okay,” Scott sighs. “Tell me how to settle this. What do you want?”

“I want to see a werewolf beg for peace.”, Monroe tells him. Scott quickly agreed to her wishes. “Fine – okay, I’ll beg. I’ll–I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me that we don’t have to kill each other. That we can find a way to make peace.”

Monroe lets out a chuckle. “That wasn’t quite what I was hoping for.”

“People are dying.”, Scott urges. Monroe counters him. “They’ve been dying. You only care now because it’s your people.”

Scott sweats. “You have to want something other than seeing us all dead. What if we leave Beacon Hills? All of us?”

“If you leave, we’ll follow you. We’ll hunt you down until every single one of you is gone.”, Monroe tells him. Scott frowns. “Some of us have actually been protecting you.”

“Don’t listen to him. He wants you to be afraid.", Gerard tells her but Scott argues back. “But you shouldn’t be afraid of us. We protect people. People like you.”

Monroe scoffs. “People like me? You don’t know anything about people like me.”

“So help me understand. Tell me what made you hate us so much.”, Scott pleads. Gerard found his begging entertaining. “I don’t think you want to press that button, Scott.”

Scott does so anyways. “Something happened to you, didn’t it? Something bad.”

A second passes before Monroe answers. “Bad doesn’t even come close. There was a faculty meeting that ran late one night. We were complaining about the new course rubric. I thought that was the worst thing I’d have to deal with that year. I was wrong. We all heard it, this sound coming out of the shadows. ‘Probably an animal’, they said, but not like anything I’d ever heard. When it moved, it moved faster than anything I’d ever seen. I saw teeth and claws, fangs… and then there was blood everywhere. I couldn’t believe I was still alive.”

The girls looked at each other with confused frowns on their faces. The beast hadn't been their fault to begin with. They were just as shocked to know about it.

“If one of us had been there…”, Scott sadly says, but Monroe cuts him off. “You were there, Scott. You, your friends, and the deputy. Don’t you remember?”

Scott doesn't say anything, so she continues. “Did you even think to check if anyone was still alive?”

Scott almost trembles. “I didn’t know–”

“You didn’t care.”, Monroe says. “How many people have to die so you could keep your secret? So your friends could carry on as if nothing ever happened? I was there. Lying under those bodies. Hiding and waiting for someone to finally find me.”

A moment of silence waves over before Monroe speaks up again. Malia and Sam's eyes widened at the clicking sound of a gun. “You shouldn’t have come alone, Scott.”

“He didn’t.”, Malia calls, and kicks the hunter with the taser gun in his chest, causing him to crash into the wall, watching as he falls down.

Sam's hair shines into a platinum white as she summons a large resin to stop the hunters from moving. Lydia stands behind her, arms ready to launch her screech if she had to.

Sam glares at Monroe as the hunters struggle to move. “I don't know why you think you're the only one to have gone through some terrifying shit. I don't know if Gerard told you, but we were teenagers when all of this started.”, Sam told her.

Scott looked at the girls. “We are not here to fight!”

Gerard smirks. “Well, then you came here to die.”

“We’re trying to protect you!”, Malia growls. Gerard looks at Scott. “You might want to control your Beta, Scott. She could get you all killed.”

Sam glares at Gerard, "You'd love that. There's something out there that's bigger and worse than you, Gerard."

“Something worse than supernatural cannibals?”, Monroe tells. The teens look at her and her face turns into satisfaction. “Yeah, I know everything now. Wendigos, Oni, were-coyotes… people being murdered as human sacrifices?”

“We weren’t even doing the sacrifices. If anything, we tried to stop them–” Monroe cuts Sam off. “And how many people lost their lives while you were trying?”

Scott frowns sadly. “Too many.”

“It was twelve!”, Monroe shouts. “There are people here who have lost their sons and brothers. And all that came out of an official report was an animal attack.”

“We lost people in those sacrifices too! But guess what, we still stopped it!”, Sam yelled, and walked up to her, only pausing when Scott grabbed her. “Us! We stopped it! Teenagers doing things the adults could've been doing! These past few years have been a shock as to why we even graduated, because we were too busy doing what you couldn't do.”

Monroe falls into silence, so Sam continues. “I never asked to get bit. I never asked for extra powers. I never asked to get beaten by his daughter," Sam points at Gerard. "Way before I got bit. He caused that. We never asked to be used as playthings to bring chaos into this city. We didn't cause this shit."

Monroe's face falters a bit. “We lost people. Kids our age.”, Sam says and looks at Gerard again. "He didn't tell you he'd almost killed his granddaughter just to get her out of the way."

Gerard remains stoic. "But who got her killed?" Scott looks down shamefully. Sam faces Gerard. "She died a hero. She died doing what your family loved doing. If she hadn't been trained to be a hunter, maybe she'd still be here.", she says, making Scott look at her with wide eyes.

Gerard raises an eyebrow. "And what of the Sheriff’s son? That poor innocent boy–”

"The poor, innocent, human boy who you almost beat to death because you couldn't get your way like a child?”, Sam asked, making Monroe's eyes widen. "Yeah, he's not here. He's living his life like he deserves."

Sam walked up to Monroe. "Actually, you should be thanking him if he were here, because without him, you'd probably be dead. He actually helped us take out every single thing that threatened this city including what happened 4 months ago."

Monroe frowned. "What happened four months ago?"

Lydia speaks up. “A Nazi Alpha werewolf from the 1940′s was chemically kept alive by these Dread Doctors who were responsible for bringing the Beast here. Things happened and he escaped the chemical coma, brought these memory erasing cowboys, who snatch people out of a city until the entire city is forgotten, only to be his supernatural army. They almost succeeded in making Beacon Hills a Ghost Town and you’re looking at the people, minus three, who stopped that from happening. However, unless you read up on the Wild Hunt in your supernatural research, you wouldn’t believe me.”

The hunters behind Monroe trembled, and their faces gradually turned fearful as they tried to look around the tunnels. 

“What's…”, Malia muttered to Scott, but he tried to plead with Monroe once more. “We’ve all been through horrible situations we shouldn’t have. We’ve all lost somebody and you wanna get revenge. I get that, but just listen to me. Something escaped the Wild Hunt–”

Lydia's scream shocks Sam, distracting her from the hold. “Scott – Scott, it’s here! It’s here right now.”, Lydia yells.

“What?”, Scott asked. Sam looked at her in confusion. "What's here!?"

They turned around to see a bloody, skinless figure standing behind one of the hunters near Monroe who gained her feeling back and aimed her gun at the figure. “Get down!”

Scott pulled at the girls down a different path of the darkened tunnel crouching behind a wall. “Hey, stop! Stop shooting!”, they hear Monroe yell. Scott mutters to the girls. “I think that thing’s making them panic!”

"What the hell even is it?", Sam asked.

Malia gets up, growling. "Malia!", the other three yell as she rushes at the figure, and when she slashes her claw at it, it didn't damage anything. It was as if her hand caused it to disperse into the air.

She looked at her friends in confusion. “What are we supposed to do now?” Before anyone could answer, they looked up to see a lit flare dropping into the tunnel.

Scott grows his stance into defense. “What is that?”

“Backup.”, Lydia grins as Parrish jumps from the open grate and lands near them, his eyes glowing bright orange as he roars deeply at the skinless figure.

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[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing

Chapter: 6.02

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊:

𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?

Not knowing how to reply to your cousin without placing your phone back down, you’d think of a good lie later. You weren’t particularly close to Malia, but she had sensed something was wrong earlier in the day and wouldn’t stop asking how you were. Her asking wasn’t a problem, but the fact that you couldn’t remember becoming friends with her was.

There was a massive hole in your memory when it came to her, and it was stressing you out.

Sighing, you look down at your study notes and decide to give up. A voice inside your head was nagging at you, telling you you’d forgotten something important, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

As you pack up your belongings, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a glass cabinet and freeze up. As memories of the night you were turned upside down flash before your eyes, you calm down. Feeling as if the air is being sucked from your lungs, you make your way quickly down the hall and out the school door.

“Hi Lulana,” a shy voice says.

“Hey Corey, where’s Mason?”

“He forgot his phone and went back inside. Are you okay?” He asks. “You're really flushed in the face.”

“I’m fine,” you fake a smile. “I'm just really tired, and it’s making me feel on edge. Do you want me to wait with you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he smiles. Even though Liam didn’t trust Corey, you didn’t mind him; you understood how easy it was for him to be manipulated by Theo, plus he really seemed to care for Mason.

“Do you feel that?” he asks quietly.

“Feel what?”

Corey walks towards the glass doors and looks into the school before stepping inside, wanting to see what he was talking about; you followed. Soon as you stepped inside, you felt overcome with dread; something bad was about to happen. When heavy breathing and footsteps echoed down the hallway, Corey grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you to stand against the wall beside him. Everything turned green as he turned you invisible.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds you might make as a man who perfectly fit the description of a ghost rider walked down the hall. No fucking way. Your heart rattled in your chest as the ghost rider seemingly didn’t take notice of you or Corey. He sends a text to Mason, telling him not to move while you text Liam, who’s practicing lacrosse on the field outside.

You knew why the riders scared you more than anything you’d ever seen.

Another ghost rider appears at the door leading out into the courtyard, and both riders exit it. You turn to Corey and whisper, “What do we do?”

“We follow them.”

—

Frozen in fear, you watch as the ghost riders strangle a boy with their whips inside the library. Your trance is only broken when Mason steps into the library. His mouth was agape as he watched a boy from your school choke as he floated in the air.

You let go of Corey’s hand as he reaches for Mason and tosses a book at one of the riders, hoping it would loosen the boy's grip. But it does nothing. You extended your claws, planning on charging the rider despite being petrified, but you didn’t get very far as Corey grabbed you again, making you invisible. You look up just as the boy vanishes into smoke.

The two riders jump from the floor above, and one of them looks directly at you, causing you to scream, “Liam!”

—

“Lu!” Liam cups your face in his hands as you regain your composure after sobbing. He looks over at his friend and asks, “What happened?”

You manage to blurt out, “They were here.”

“The ghost riders,” Mason confirms.

“I thought they left when the storm left.”

You grip your boyfriend's arm tightly, trying to find comfort. Something about this felt wrong; something was missing, and the feeling was causing a fear that you’d never felt before. “They couldn’t have, because two of them were right up there.”

Worried Scott asks, “What were they doing?”

Mason looks ahead blankly. “Uh, nothing, I don’t think.”

“They must have done something, otherwise Lu would be so upset,” Liam pointed out.

All four of them turned to you, waiting for an answer that you couldn’t give them. Using the end of your jumper, you dry your cheeks and quickly say, “I don’t remember what they did. We only saw them when we turned invisible.”

Liam glares at Corey. “You brought them into this?”

You place your hand on his chest, hoping to calm him down. “He was trying to protect us.”

“They didn’t seem to care about me and Lulana; they walked right by us in the school,” Corey says nervously. “I don’t think they noticed us here.”

“Then what?”

Mason smacks his lips together and says, “They just jumped down and left.”

“That’s it?” Liam says I sound unconvinced.Lulana wouldn’t have screamed like that for nothing. She sounded terrified.”

Subtly, Scott places his hand on your shoulder, taking away some of your fear while asking, “They didn’t take anyone? There was nobody else here.”

“No, it was just us.”

—

You stare at the empty kitchen chair across from you, trying to think who the last person who sat in it was. You and your dad, Derek, hated cooking and usually ate out instead, while you and Liam ate most meals in bed or while sitting on the couch watching TV.

But someone sat there; someone gave you the normal feeling of a family meal at one point.

Kira? Malia? Lydia? Scott? Mason? You ran a list of all their names through your head, but none of them seemed to fit.

Kira left town a while ago. Mason usually came with Liam, and with the other girls in your pack being older, you weren’t close enough that you spent much one-on-one time with them. You had vivid memories of Scott coming over for dinner, but it seemed weird that it would just be the two of you.

You look from the chair to the fridge and at the note you had stuck to it with a magnet. 𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝑒. How did someone know about that? You woke up the morning before with those words written on your hand, but you couldn’t remember who wrote them. So you wrote it down so you wouldn’t forget.

Unable to sleep and frustrated by the same feelings you had earlier, you decided to make a list of things that didn’t make sense to you. Careful not to make any noise and wake Liam, who was sound asleep in your bed, you open a drawer and pull out a pen and paper. Making your way back to the kitchen table, you glance at the clock on the wall and grimace seeing it was only one o’clock in the morning.

Puffing your cheeks out, you start to write down a timeline of all the things that have happened since you moved to Beacon Hills.

—

“Oh my god, what is all this?” Liam's harsh voice wakes you up; you’d fallen asleep leaning against the table. “Did you stay out here all night?”

“It’s seven in the morning,” he lets out a deep sigh, glancing at the table covered in lays of paper. “Lu, you can’t keep fighting sleep; you're going to make yourself ill.”

“I know, I know.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, kissing the back of your sweaty head. “Is this about the ghost riders?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like I’ve lost something, but I don’t know what it is. It's like it’s clawing inside my brain to get to the surface, but no matter how hard I try, I’m drawing blanks.”

“Do you want to skip today? I can stay with you.”

“No, you’ve got lacrosse tryouts,” you say, looking up at him. “And you're going to make me team captain.”

He gives you a doubtful look and says, “Honestly, I don’t want to be captain. I just want things to stay the same as they are now.”

“Oh Liam,” you stand up and kiss his cheek. “Whatever happens today, I’m proud of you.”

“Are you going to stay off? I’m not gonna lie, you look like you could do with some sleep. You've got crazy eyes.”

You laugh at his comment before nodding. “I’ll stay off today. Will you cover for me?”

“Always.”

—

You scurry into school like a woman possessed, looking for your alpha. Luckily, you only needed to turn up two hallways before you found him. “Scott!”

He looks concerned as you stride towards him. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Hearing the word “ghost,” the hairs on your arm stand up, spreading goosebumps across your body. “I’ve figured it out; I’ve figured out what I forgot.”

He looks at you like you're insane, then you remember you haven’t actually spoken to him since the night in the library. Spotting an empty classroom, you walk towards it and say, “Come on, I'll show you.”

As soon as Scott enters the room, you enter with what looks like a small file of documents, but it’s actually the result of your all-nighter. “Okay, so we have the traffic light system for this,” you hold up a piece of paper for him to look at. “Green is for things I remember clearly; yellow is for things I know about but didn’t witness; and red is for the gaps in my memory.”

He has a quick shuffle through some pages; “most of it is red.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Like, really, I think you only have two things highlighted in green.”

“I’m aware, but hear me out. I know the majority of things that happened in the present once I moved to town, but I don’t know a lot of what happened before I got here.”

Scott looks lost in thought trying to decode what you just said, “That’s because you didn’t live in town then. How much sleep have you had? Liam told me you never went to bed.”

You ignore his questions. “I went through all the letters Allison sent me, and they don’t add up. Lydia was her best friend, and you were her boyfriend, but the three of you wouldn’t just hang out alone. That would be so weird, plus Lydia wouldn’t settle for being a third wheel.”

“Okay…” Scott leans back onto one of the tables; the mention of your cousin has gotten his attention.

“The Kanima, the alpha pack, the human sacrifices, the Nogitsune, Peter being the alpha that bit and turned you—you couldn’t have gone through all of it alone. Allison said your pack didn’t fully come together until after the whole Lydia’s boyfriend being Kanima thing, but before that you must have had someone by your side.”

“Lu…”

“When I didn’t know who my father was, someone helped me figure it out.” You point to another part highlighted in red. “Theo’s plan doesn’t make sense; he wanted to turn us against you, but something is missing. I know this sounds crazy, but I feel like a massive part of me is missing.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I think someone from our pack was taken.”

Scott scratches at his chin and says, “Lu, I think you need to go home and get some rest. I'm worried that the stress of Derek being gone and the ghost riders is getting to you.”

He doesn’t believe you.

—

Hearing a knock at the door, you call out, “It’s open.”

You pause the film you're watching and turn, expecting to see Liam come into your dad's home, but instead it’s Scott. He looks slightly sheepish and says, “I think you're right. I think I had a best friend.”

“Yeah?”

You move over on the couch to give Scott space to sit; he looks taken aback. Running his fingers through his hair, he shakes his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen earlier; I just didn’t want to believe someone from my pack could go missing and I wouldn’t notice.”

“That’s what the ghost riders do; they make us forget.”

Scott opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Liam loudly entering the room and saying, “You guys will never believe what we found.”

He jumps over the back of the couch and lands beside you; he pulls a library card out of his pocket. “Jake Sullivan, he was in our Spanish class.”

You let out a loud gasp when you remember him hanging in the library. “That’s who the dread doctors took; they were strangling him, and then he vanished into smoke. How did you find it?”

“Corey helped me.”

You squeezed his hand, and you were proud of him for trying to make peace with Corey despite distrusting him. The three of you spent the next few hours trying to figure out the best way to figure out who the ghost riders' next victim was.

#Teen wolf #liam dunbar x reader #Liam Dunbar x you #Liam Dunbar #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf season six #teen wolf liam #mccall pack #teen wolf fanfic #liam dunbar/reader #liam dunbar/you #Liam Dunbar fanfic #hunted

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The ‘Claudia’s Back’ plot line of 6A was completely unnecessary and created more plot holes and continuity errors than can be fathomed and it makes me want to scream!

If Claudia’s back, how come the Sheriff still isn’t wearing his wedding ring? Did he just get it back out of his desk drawer and put it on without questioning why he took it off or put it in the drawer?

Does he not remember going on a date with Natalie Martin… you know, Claudia’s high school best friend?!

And if that date didn’t happen, how does Natalie still remember Lydia being a banshee/knowing about the surpernatual? Because it was after their date that she found out.

Also, the comparison of the boy in the other town to Claudia doesn’t make sense. The banshee mother made a deal; the lives of the town so she can have her dead son back. Lydia didn’t make a deal. Sheriff Stilinski didn’t make a deal. So how did Claudia come back?

As for “Claudia” being a manifestation of the Sheriff’s loss and guilt—he just spent the last few seasons processing those emotions. The only reason he felt guilty was because he wasn’t there on her last day. But Stiles was. So he felt guilty for not being there for her or to say goodbye but he also felt guilty for leaving his son being alone by her side as he watched his mother die. So he doesn’t just feel guilty over not being there for Claudia. And surely “I wasn’t there one time that I don’t even remember because if she’s here then she didn’t die” isn’t enough to bring her back, let alone keep her in reality.

What about her gravestone?! Did Lydia not think to take the Sheriff to see his wife’s grave to prove that Claudia was dead instead of just talking to him and being ignored?

There’s so much more, but my brain can’t even begin to fathom why they included the flaming pile of dog shit that this completely unnecessary plot line was.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #claudia stilinski #teen wolf season 6a #teen wolf season 6 #teen wolf season six #teen wolf s6 #teen wolf s6a #i know i know #Jeff Davis can’t write a plot to save his life #but COME ON!

[toastybugguy]

Honestly they were so fucked up for emphasizing how important Brett and Lori are to each other and how close they are and how they’d do anything to protect each other and then doing THAT. I’m still not over it and I NEVER will be that shit had me in SHAMBLES.

#I end up shoving that scene out of my brain and then having a rollercoaster of emotions when I find out they’re fr (AGAIN) #I CANT HANDLE IT #THE BROTHER-SISTER SHIT WILL ALWAYS GET ME #they were SIBLINGS #6b shouldn’t be allowed to do that dude. of all the fucking seasons #teen wolf #teen wolf season six #brett talbot #lori rohr #toasty talks

[livingdeadvoid]

Here's me genuinely asking

Do you guys like season 4-6 of Teen Wolf? Do you like the puppy pack and stuff? Because I do but I heard a lot of people don't.

Please reblog or comment and talk about it because I'm really curious! What did you like? What didn't you like? What did you wish happened or what would you like to forget? Please try and get this to as many Teen Wolf fans as possible!!

#tw teen wolf #teen wolf #teen wolf season six #teen wolf season 4 #teen wolf season 6 #teen wolf season 5 #puppy pack #mccall pack #dread doctors #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #I'm so curious!! #liam dunbar #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #corey bryant #mason hewitt #teen wolf show #DID YOU LIKE THEM??

[stenclastiel]

Teen Wolf Season 6b

Yall is it just me or was this season kinda infuriating, like people acted kinda dumber this season and Scott was a bit too ineffective in dealing with Monroe like if you didn't have that stupid moral no killing rule thing then Monroe wouldn't have had her successful army storyline that never gets resolved. Also what was the point of bringing back Derek and the others if they just get frozen to give Scott his hero moment against the Anuk Ite. Also why does Scott have all of this dramatic eye removing thing if all it took to destroy the Anuk Ite was by throwing Mountain Ash on the floor like the writing felt so dumb and unnecessary.

#teen wolf #Teen wolf season six #also spoilers #anti scott mccall #also the show should have ended at season 6a

[twpsyn-who]

#teen wolf poll #tumblr polls #poll #teen wolf season one #teen wolf season 2 #teen wolf season 3 #teen wolf season 4 #teen wolf season 5 #teen wolf season six #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf #asking this as someone who took a break after season 3b and have yet to start season 4 lol #like... idk I feel likè I saw what I came for???I have no desire to watch further lol #i'm bored and haven't done a poll in ages let me be

[shiftingwithmars]

IF GERARD DOES NOT GET HIS CRUSTY OLD ASS OUT OF BEACON HILLS—

#teen wolf #gerard argent #CAN HE LEAVE?!? #BITCH YOU ALREADY HAD A WHOLE SEASON TO YOURSELF #IT’S SEASON SIX AND THIS BITCH STILL AIN’T DEAD

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Dress

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Anonymous Request: So, like two days ago, I was reading some Stiles fics while listening to Reputation, and Dress came on and I audibly gasped when it got to the bridge. Like, I have no idea how I’ve never associated "Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut, and my hair bleached" with him, lol. So, I was wondering if you could write a Stiles x best friend! reader one-shot based on Dress? ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: As cliche as it sounds, you fell in love with Stiles' spastic personality and his keen eye for evidence. Of course, you never acted on these feelings, until Stiles invited you to a party his friend was throwing.

A/N: Yes!! This is perfect!! Enjoy, love!!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your Sister -> Lydia Martin

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

"Okay, so," Lydia paused, "What do you think of this one?" My sister turned to look at me with a lace dress in hand. She kept it on the hanger, setting it on the doorknob of her closet. Lydia had been helping for the past hour to find a dress for the party Stiles invited me to. And, of course, Lydia kept pestering me about my harbored feelings for my best friend.

I continued to tell her that it was nothing but a thought that popped into my head, but that was the complete opposite. That thought didn't just pop into my head. It was in my head almost every day. I knew I shouldn't think about him like that, but I couldn't help it. And, what made it worse, is he probably didn't feel the same.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me, and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Lydia always said that it wouldn't hurt to ask, yet in this case, it would. If I did ask, I'd risk rejection and possibly my dignity. Lydia turned around again to see me thinking to myself. "Hello, Earth to Y/N," Lydia waved her hand. I looked up at her to see her holding yet another dress with gold heels in her other hand.

"I'll go with the first one," I said.

She smiled and put the white dress back into her closet. Lydia walked over to where I sat, setting the dress on the bed. My sister clapped her hands together. "I'm so excited for you," Lydia said, sitting down beside me. "It's just a party," I shrugged, playing with the frayed edge of her comforter.

She looked at me with raised brows, her arms crossed. Lydia leaned against the headboard of her bed. "It's not just a party, Y/N/N," she said, "It's a party that the guy you like invited you to." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Stiles and I are just friends. Nothing more," I said.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

My sister rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing the heels and purse to put them beside the dress. "So, you're telling me all those stolen glances, touches on the shoulder, finding pieces of fuzz in your hair, and winks," Lydia said, "Have nothing to do with your feelings? Because last I checked, those actions are 'more than friends' actions."

I shook my head, beginning to lose this conversation for a second. "Fine," I sighed, "Maybe I like him a little bit. And, maybe, I sort of, chose that red dress because red is his favorite color." Her eyes widened at that part of my sentence. I didn't do a very good job of muttering my response. Lydia gasped slightly, applauding herself.

Say my name, and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

"I think you did more than just pick his favorite color," Lydia winked. She nudged my shoulder, causing me to nudge her back. She grabbed my hands and brought me up from the bed. "Let's get you ready," she said. I sat down in front of her vanity.

Lydia stood behind me, looking at my hair to see what she wanted to do. We decided to keep it the way it was, but she insisted on curling it just a little bit. It took a few minutes until Lydia was done helping me get ready.

I waited on her bed as she got herself together. She and Aiden were going together after she found out that me and Stiles were attending. She wore her favorite black dress, matched with a pair of silver heels. The two of us got our things together before walking downstairs.

I was excited about the party, but part of me was even hesitant about going. But I knew that if I didn't go, I'd regret it. It didn't take long till Stiles' jeep and Aiden's motorcycle pulled into the driveway.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face, and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

+++++++

(Later That Night)

The party was going great. Nothing had happened, which meant that nothing had happened between me and Stiles. Lydia and Aiden were somewhere at the party. While Stiles and I stayed side by side. Claire, the host of the party, also was somewhere in the party. She had said her hellos and then left with her boyfriend.

We sat at one of the tables, watching as some of the partygoers walked past us and danced horribly. I saw Stiles try to hide his laugh as some guy tripped over his feet. It had been silent between the two of us, but it was nice.

The thought of confessing to Stiles kept going in and out of my head.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

Lydia might've been right like she always claims she is. She always said that it was exhausting watching me keep my feelings to myself. "Hey, Y/N," Stiles said. I looked away from the ground to look at him. He smiled (GIF Above).

Stiles was wearing his favorite blue and red flannel, which Lydia claimed he only wore when I was around because I said I liked it once.

He stood up from the table and extended a hand. "C'mon," Stiles said, "We're at a party, let's go." I smiled and set my hand into his. He twirled me around as the two of us walked over to the middle of the room where everyone else was dancing.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

My hands rested on his shoulders as his hands were on my waist. He smiled down at me. Stiles lifted a hand to push some hair away from my face. I'll admit, I was never planning on falling in love with my best friend. So much that I told myself I never would, but here we are.

Stiles and I met in middle school, me with the bleached hair and him with his buzzcut. Of course, the first thing he said to me was something about my hair. Me and Lydia had done some hair experiments the night before, and I sadly got the horrible aftermath.

And that's where the friendship began. Stiles and I started hanging out almost every day after school and every weekend. We'd hang out at the arcade in town and sometimes at the forest lookout. Then when we started high school, that's when things changed.

Typically, everyone changes in high school, but this felt different. I started to notice things about how I felt about Stiles. I noticed how I'd smile at his stupid jokes or how I would purposefully say I didn't understand something just so I could be beside him.

It didn't matter if we were best friends, I just cared about being with him. And, some part of me knew that he felt the same. Stiles stayed with me even in my worst times and during my best times.

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline

Now, we were in our last year of high school, graduation just a few weeks ahead. Stiles' hand lingered on the side of my face. His thumb ran across my cheek. I looked up at him, leaning into his touch. "You okay?" he asked, "Y/N?"

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

I nodded. I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting from his eyes to his lips. Stiles seemed to notice because I spotted a smirk rising on his freckled face. Stiles leaned down, giving me a soft kiss. I felt his hand leave my face to rest back on my waist. He lightly brought me towards him.

He pulled apart, arms still around me with my hands remaining on his shoulders. Stiles smiled down at me. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice slightly at a low. I nodded in response. He smirked and kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand.

When leaving the party, Lydia spotted me from the other side. She brought a thumbs up and winked at me. I chuckled and followed Stiles to his Jeep.

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

#teen wolf #teen wolf season one #teen wolf season two #teen wolf season three #teen wolf season four #teen wolf season five #teen wolf season six #Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski x-reader #Stiles Stilinski imagines #Stiles Stilinski fluff #Stiles Stilinski angst #Dylan O'brien #Dylan O'brien x-reader #Dylan O'brien fluff #Dylan O'brien imagines #Dylan O'brien angst #y/n #taylor swift #taylor swift imagines #Spotify

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 65: I remember

The four arrived at Scott's house, reminded by Scott that Liam and Hayden had been planning to catch a Ghost Rider.

Exiting the car, Scott and Sam walked inside the house, seeing Hayden and Liam standing at the kitchen table.

They noticed another face and immediately Scott growled. However, Sam frowned at the boy, another vision flashing through her mind.

She remembers being chained up and sluggish. She remembers seeing Liam, Mason and Scott in a room with Mason hooked up to tubes.

More so, he had her chained up and had her sick.

She glared at him and he gave a nervous smile. "Somehow I don't think we're gonna hug this out.", he said.

Scott huffed through his nose, anger radiating off of his body. "I hope you realize it's taking all of my strength to not tear you in half right now.", he growled.

"Please let me.", Sam said angrily. Theo frowned. "Really, Sammy? What happened to you was a mistake. I apologized, didn't I?"

"No, actually, you didn't. I remember saving your ass, though. Again.", she said, crossing her arms.

A growl caught their attention as they looked over to see Malia, who glowered at the boy.

"Hey, Malia.", Theo waved. "You aren't still upset about the whole shooting thing, are you? Or is holding grudges genetic?"

Malia's eyes brightened to a blue hue as she let out a loud, angered growl. Rushing at Theo, she throws him to the ground and lands on top of him, slamming her fists into his face. 

No one bothered to stop her, validating her anger for what he did to her. Surprisingly, Theo wasn't fighting back.

Malia stopped, huffing as she glared at him. He coughed. "It's okay, you don't have to stop.", he said as blood dripped down his nose.

Malia flicked her wrist, her claws growing out. "Trust me, I won't."

Before she could pierce Theo in any way, Liam and Scott grabbed her, picking her up and dragged her away from the Chimera.

"Malia, enough!", Scott exclaimed. "Just– slow down, okay?"

"Didn't he try to kill you?", Sam asked. "He tried to take over your place," She turned to Theo. "And all for what, jealousy?"

Theo frowned.

"I know." Scott said. "That's why we're putting him back in the ground."

Liam shook his head, "You can't."

"Why not?", Sam asked.

"He remembers Stiles.", the underclassman said.

Sam paused. She looked at Theo once more. That would make sense, considering he was the only one that remembered her the moment she walked in. Why did he remember her? Why didn't anyone else remember her?

"The Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt. He can help us.", Liam insisted.

"Or he could kill us.", Scott said.

"He's my responsibility.", Liam told Scott, holding up a sword blade. "Noshiko gave me the sword."

Theo sighed, sitting up against the fridge. "It's so awkward when Mom and Dad fight."

"Shut up!", Liam and Scott shouted.

"You both are right.", Hayden said. "If Theo tries anything we'll send him back to the Skinwalkers. But for right now-"

Scott shook his head. "He goes back now.", Scott ordered.

"Except Liam's the one with the sword.", Theo muttered.

"Shut up!", the 5 teens yelled at him. 

Scott dragged Liam to another room to talk to him alone. Once he was out of sight, Malia moved over to Theo again. Sam stepped in front of her. "Malia.", Sam warned lightly.

"Can you give me a second alone with Theo?", Malia asked. 

"Why?", Hayden asks, nervous.

"So I can kill him.", Malia says with furrowed eyebrows.

"Okay, look.", Theo said, getting to his feet. "I know that there's mixed feelings all around."

"You're damn straight.", Sam said, turning to him.

"But I might be your only option to stop the Wild Hunt.", Theo said.

Sam frowned. She didn't want to trust Theo so quickly. Not after what he's done to receive his power that he didn't deserve.

Liam and Scott returned to the kitchen, an uncertain look coming from Scott.

Theo wiped away some of his blood, watching as Liam walked up to him. "I can put you back in the ground anytime.", Liam warned Theo.

"You also need a transformer that can handle five billion joules of electricity. I know where to find one and I can show you how it works.", Theo said. 

"How the hell would you even know where to find something like that?", Sam asked. Theo smirked at her. "I have my ways."

Malia growled lowly at his smug behavior. "I'll also tell you if Malia promises not to kill me.", Theo said.

Scott looked at Malia and Liam looked back and forth between them before deciding. "She promises." Liam told Theo.

"No, I don't.", Malia said, shaking her head before turning to Scott. "We're really gonna do this? Trust him?"

"I don't think we have much of a choice, Malia.", Sam said. "If there's even the slightest chance we can get rid of the Wild Hunt and save Stiles, I'm all for it."

Malia frowned at her.

Theo crossed his arms. "Thank you."

Sam frowned at the boy. "Don't think this makes us trust you. If you even twitch the wrong way, you're going back to hell."

Theo frowned, a slight pout dropping his face.

"I've got an idea.", Malia said as she walked out of the kitchen. "It may not be better. But at least it's not him.", she said and left the house.

Sam sighed and turned to Liam. "You're doing great.", she praised lightly, and looked between him and Hayden. "Both of you.", she said, smiling at them.

Liam felt a nostalgic sense of pride and smiled at her. 

"Just keep him in check.", Sam said, making the two underclassmen nod at her before she turned to the alpha. Scott's eyes never left Theo's place as he stood on edge, ready to attack if he needed to.

Sam grabbed Scott's grab lightly, gaining his attention. "Ease up. You gotta trust them. They've been doing well without us so far.", she said, making his shoulders slump a bit.

Scott glanced at Liam, the poor beta's eyes drifting from his alpha to his hostage. The alpha sighed. "Fine."

Sam lets go. "Just let me know when you need me.", she said and left the house. She paused, seeing Lydia still outside the McCall house.

She looked unnerved. Sam walked up to her. "You haven't left yet?", she said, making Lydia jump a bit in shock.

Lydia placed a hand over her chest, getting her heart to steady. "What's wrong?", Sam asked. Lydia frowned at her.

She let out a sigh. "Okay, so you know how Lenore created an apparition of Caleb so that she didn't have to be alone?"

Sam nodded. 

"Well," She bit her lip. "What if the Sheriff is doing the same thing? What if he conjured up Claudia to deal with losing Stiles?"

Sam frowned. "It makes no sense, Lydia. Despite how he believes he never had a son, it doesn't explain why she's still alive."

Lydia shook her head. "I heard what Elias said, though. He said that she's dead. And that the sheriff has a son."

Sam's eyes widened a bit. 

"There's more to all of this.", Lydia said, then she looked down, a guilty expression washing over her face. "There's… something I didn't tell you guys. About what I found when I was researching Claudia."

Sam frowned. "What did you find?"

Lydia looked up at the girl. "She had frontotemporal dementia.", she said, making Sam's eyes widen.

Another vision flashed through her mind. She was in a hospital room. She was holding someone's hand, standing next to a tearful Scott.

"You know what they're looking for, right? It's called frontotemporal dementia.", she heard. "Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers."

Lydia continued. "She should have died from it, but all of a sudden, she was miraculously healthy, which isn't possible because–"

"There's no cure.", Sam said, looking down. Lydia nodded.

She remembered that. She also remembered stressing over someone and coming in contact with the Nogitsune.

It had to have been Stiles. The memories were piecing together, which she was appreciative of, but it was enough. They needed to do more and fast.

"Scott and the kids have a plan to catch a Ghost Rider tomorrow night. I don't know what we could do about Claudia.", Sam said and scratched behind her neck. "And I don't really wanna tell the sheriff that his wife doesn't exist."

"But that's the thing. What if him conjuring Claudia up is what's stopping him from being able to remember Stiles?", Lydia suggested.

Sam paused, thinking. It could be. With Lenore's way of creating her son once more to live with him… It was possible.

Lydia lets out a huff. "I mean– come on. You saw how she was when you peeled her wallpaper. She wasn't just angry."

Sam nods, remembering Claudia's face. "She was worried. Hell, scared even.", she said and looked up at Lydia. "She knows something. She knows enough to hide it."

Lydia nods. She frowns, looking down with a sad face. "I'll… I'll tell him.", she says and Sam nods, frowning sadly.

After what Sam had told the sheriff, she hadn't bothered to apologize. She didn't want to be the one to make it worse. With that, Lydia headed to the Stilinski house to explain.

The next few hours, Sam got ready to help Scott and the others trap at least one Ghost Rider, but instead she heard her doorbell ring.

Frowning, she thought her mom would've unlocked the door with her key, but the doorbell kept ringing. She left her room, searching for her mom who was supposed to have a key to get in the house.

It'd make sense for the woman to call her, at least, to let her know she needed to be let in, but she hadn't even got that. Not even a text.

So, downstairs she went and answered the door. She half expected her mother, but was more surprised to see the sheriff standing at her door with a sullen look on his face and a lacrosse helmet in his hands.

"You were right.", he said, making her confused. "About Stiles. Lydia told me everything.", he explained.

Her eyes widened as she let him in. "I don't remember everything, but it's all coming back. Claudia… Claudia's really dead.", he said, quietly.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this.", Sam said, frowning sadly. "And I'm sorry about what I said."

Noah shook his head as he sat on the couch. "No. No, you were right. I'm sorry. I forgot my own kids.", he says, making her eyes widen a bit. "Fought to forget you guys, even. That's not on you."

He wrung his hands tightly. "I–" He lets out a shaky breath. "There's not enough apologies in the world that could make up how much you've been through and how much I've contributed to that."

He looked up at her with a glaze over his eyes. "You guys were friends. The best of friends. You kept him strong when she died. You did what I couldn't.", he said and handed her the helmet.

Sam bit her tongue as the man poured his heart out. There was so much she wanted to say. For Noah to have his memories was enough. It was enough for her to feel sane.

"It," She swallowed the lump in her throat, clearing her voice as she looked at the helmet in her hands.

"It's still all in puzzles. I remember only a few things with him but I can't see his face.", she says, her eyes glossing.

"I know he's there and I know he was, but I can't see him. His voice sounds so far away and I know I've heard it before.", she whispers, untrusting her voice. Noah watches the girl struggle to find her words.

"With everyone telling me that there was a possibility that he wasn't real, I almost believed it. But it was like he wouldn't leave me alone." She shut her eyes tight, fighting back tears as she laid her forehead on the front of the helmet.

"And I felt so alone for so long and I didn't know why. I didn't know it was because of him. He wasn't here and I let him go without a fight. I let my life go without a fight.", she said, trembling.

She looked at Noah. "I want Stiles back. If he's the key to all of this happening in the first place, I want that back. I wouldn't want anything else to change."

The sheriff nodded, his own eyes glossing over. "I didn't realize that he was a key point in my life too. Not until I lost him."

He frowned, rubbing his face. "I was… I was happy. Happy knowing that I had Claudia as if nothing happened, but deep down I think I knew something was missing."

Looking down at his hands, his jaw clenched. "When you peeled the wallpaper back, you could almost see it."

He looked up at her. "His room was right behind the wallpaper." He shook his head. "It was a part of the blueprint of the house and somehow I just dismissed it."

Sam frowned as he continued. "Memories came back and the more they did, the more his room became whole again.", Noah explained, with a faint smile on his face. "His desk, his bulletin wall with all the cases with those strings. His bed, his jersey… everything."

He glanced at the helmet. "I believe… If you remember him enough, stuff will come back to you. He'll come back."

Sam looked at her reflection through the helmet, rubbing it with her thumbs, she let out a soft breath. Determined, she looked up at the man. "We need to let them know."

As they left the house, Sam noticed her mother's car wasn't in the driveway. The absence of the car made her nervous. In fact, the entire street seemed empty. She left it up to it being night time, but she expected a few houses to have lights on.

All of them were dark. She looked at the sheriff, nervous.

Noah gave her a reassuring nod, and led the girl to the McCall house. Once they arrived, the teens' shocked faces met them, glancing back and forth between the man and Sam.

Noah walks over and rests one of his hands on the kitchen counter, moving his eyes around the table to look at each teen. “I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski… but we call him Stiles– I remember.”, he says, confident.

He cleared his throat. “When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name… not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue–”, he says, with a smile. “–but, uh, the closest he could get was ‘Mischief’. And his mother called him that until…”, he trails off, his eyes dropping to his feet.

Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his head once more, a soft smile coming to his face. “I remember when, uh– when Stiles first got his jeep–” 

His eyes bounced between Sam and Scott. “It belonged to his mother and she wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always.", he said, nodding.

He gave the two an appreciative nod. "I'm so grateful that you two stuck by him. You two are the reason why he's… well, him. I don't think I would want it any other way."

Noah sniffs, smiling. “We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott and Sam, his greatest friends in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.” 

Sam's eyes widened a bit as she remembered how Scott got bit. There was someone there with them that night. They were there because of Stiles.

Sam and Scott smiled wistfully at each other before the boy looked at the sheriff. “How did you remember?”, Scott asked, softly.

Noah steps closer to the table, pointing at Lydia. "It started with Stiles’ jersey.”

He takes a breath. “Then I found the red string for his crime board– finally his whole room came back, and all the memories… and then the strangest thing happened–”

Sam frowned. “What kind of strange thing?”

“I thought I saw him,” Noah whispers, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s like something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment– and then it was gone."

The teens looked at each other. “A rift.”

Noah makes a face and steps closer to the table with our shared statement, setting his hands against the edge as he leans against it.

“I thought there was only one rift– we saw it disappear.”, Liam argues, Scott frowned, remembering, but looks at Noah. “You remembered Stiles… and then a new rift was created.”

“If the Sheriff can do it…”, Lydia trails off. Sam smiles. “We can too.”

“But that rift closed.”, Liam repeated.

Scott smiled, determined. "Then we’ll open it again.”

Noah looks at the teens. “How?”

“By us also remembering Stiles.”, Sam says, determined. “We have to remember everything.”

After coming up with ideas, Sam left with the sheriff to see Stiles' room. Once she did, her heart pounded in her chest.

She was half expecting the room to be empty, but it was full, crossed with strings that stretched across the room.

As she stood in the doorway, she remembered seeing a small frame of a boy, curled into a ball and faced away from her on the bed.

Once that memory dispersed, she glanced at the red strings she saw. "Red strings…", she muttered. "Unsolved cases.", Noah says from behind her.

She remembers that. Being the sheriff's son made Stiles obsessed with every case he had, ready and willing to help his father figure it out, always there.

Staring at the red strings, she remembers seeing the strings tied to two rings that were impaled with scissors that stuck out of the middle of the bed.

She remembers the Nogitsune. The fear and anger she held for the apparition. She remembers Allison dying because of it.

"You have to watch. Watch him die."

She sat the Stilinski boy's head on her legs and let him rest until his eyes finally opened again. He looked around and sighed. "Oh god… I fainted, didn't I?", the boy asked, making the relieved teens laugh. Sam smiled down at the boy. "We're alive, Stiles."

As she walks around the room, ducking under each string, she looks closer at the bulletin board, noticing a picture with her and Scott and another boy.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the boy's face. He had buzz cut hair, moles on his face and a dimpled smile.

They looked happy… well, as happy as could be. They were dressed up. She looked at the date of the picture. That was the date of the winter formal two years ago…

"Sam, you're okay.", the boy exclaimed, tightly hugging her. "Where have you been? What happened? You didn't answer your phone and we've been looking for you the past two—" He stepped away from the girl, looking at his hands, covered in her blood.

She lifted a hand to her eye, remembering every bit of that night. She remembered how she got the cut on her eyelid, growing irritated.

In the midst of her remembering, she remembered Peter biting her, the powers she got afterwards. But…

Who was she with in that basement…? Why was she there?

"He told me everything that happened that night.", she heard Noah say from the door. She turned to him, seeing him lean in the doorway.

"He was excited to have you go to the formal with him. Even if he wasn't going to be able to dance with Lydia. But he was determined that he was.", Noah said with a faint smile.

It dropped as he looked at her. "He was worried about you, kiddo. He made me promise not to tell your mom about you "going missing". It freaked me out too, because–" He frowned sadly as he looked down for a moment.

"I felt like I was gonna fail you again.", he said, looking at her. Sam's eyes widened as she remembered seeing the sheriff's blurry face for a moment in a hospital.

He looked distraught, though he tried to keep a brave face as she dipped in and out of consciousness.

She remembered hearing his voice, panicked as he called for backup.

Before then, she remembers meeting Stiles for the first time.

As her bottom lip trembled for the last time of the night, she ran into his arms, blubbering a small, weak apology.

The older Stilinski held the girl in his arms tightly, fighting off his own tears. He let the girl wet up his shirt before noticing a bright light behind her.

Sam also turned, the light catching her attention. It was a rift. She didn't do that.

She left his arms as she walked up to the rift, seeing train tracks in the distance. She looked at Noah over her shoulder, seeing him pull out a gun before giving her a nod of approval.

With sweaty palms, they headed in.

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[userlaylivia]

#the fact we only got two kisses in six seasons and three seasons apart and ppl still call them rushed??? LOL #stydia #stiles x lydia #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #teen wolf #tumblr poll #polls

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

6B done. That was anticlimactic.

#teen wolf #teen wolf s6 #teen wolf season 6 #teen wolf s6b #teen wolf season 6b #teen wolf season six #teen wolf season six b

[lavenderhaize]

IT'S TRUE THAT LYDIA BROKE UP WITH STILES ON THAT FUCKING MOVIE. FUCK YOU JEFF DAVIS, YOUR STUPID MOVIE WILL NEVER BE CANON. FUCK YOU

#SIX SEASONS FOR THIS???? #jeff davis deserves JAIL #teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #stydia

[babyjeep]

If you are freaking out about the bad reviews:

Remember guys, we are going into this movie with the understanding that it’s an AU, okay? Think of it as an AO3 fic. Nothing that happens to the characters is canon. Unless of course certain things fit your exact headcanon. Other than that it’s alllll make believe.

Look at me.

Listen.

Stiles would never leave Scott’s side. The movie is bologna. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we watch. Got it? Okay good. Now go have a cup of tea and chill out.

#teen wolf #teen wolf: the movie #just because Jeff Davis wrote this WHILE ON SET for a paycheck does not mean it’s canon #i have not trusted that man since Arden Cho talked on her YouTube channel about not coming back for season six #this movie is no different #but I will watch it in my Tyler Posey Tee and Stilinski sweater regardless

[comradekarin]

some of y’all seem extra upset about dylan not being back instead of arden on the topic of the nogitsune as the main villain and it’s strange ,,,,, like controversial opinion but stiles not being back does not affect me like kira, who got sidelined in season six despite being one of the most interesting characters all because JD had no use of her culture anymore (plus arden being fucked over by being paid less) and theo not being present and scott more than likely again not having anything narratively centered on him and mason seemingly being fucked over too with this pro cop agenda bs but y’all did not hear that from me

#stiles has never been my favorite so it didn’t bother me when he was in season six either #this is a very hot take ill say that but I’ll probably get hate from it idk #forever mad about the treatment of arden #kira yukimura #scott mccall #mason hewitt #teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #arden cho #movie not even out and I’m finding faults in it by a one minute trailer