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scoopsahoy · 3 years

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Would you be willing to do something with Isaac Lahey where like the reader is being tracked by Gerard and his crew without Chris and the reader wakes up and Isaac's sitting in her room and it scares her and she invites him into the bed and they talk? Fluff or smut is up to you.

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You opened your eyes to the moonlight illuminating your room, allowing you to see your furniture. You looked to your left to the chair in the corner that your bed was against, jumping when you saw a figure sitting in it, snoring softly. You recognized him as Isaac, and you groaned.

You grabbed the extra pillow and threw it at him, and he woke from his slumber with a flinch and a mumble.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, even though you were home alone and there was no one to wake up.

“Guarding you.”

“Well, you were sleeping.”

He rubbed his eyes to wake up. “Ugh, yeah, sorry.”

You scooted backward, clearing up enough room on your full-size bed. “Come lay down,” you said, seeing a look of hesitation on his face. “Come on, it’s more comfortable than that chair.”

He stood up and took a few steps toward the bed, laying the pillow back in its place and kicking his shoes off. He awkwardly got comfortable next to you, immediately noticing how close you two were. Your knees were touching his, which you could see made him red in the face.

“You could’ve told me you were gonna be here,” you said to break the tension. “You scared me when I woke up.”

“I just figured you would’ve said you didn’t need protection like you always do.”

“I might’ve surprised you,” you defended. “Plus, when I’m, ya know, being hunted down by Allison’s grandfather, sitting in my room without me knowing probably isn’t the best idea.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be intrusive-”

“You’re not.” Your response made him smirk. “Just warn me next time.”

He nodded once. “Will do.”

It was silent for a few seconds. Changing the subject, you asked, “Do you ever wish you could go back?”

“Go back?”

“Yeah. To before you got bit? When you were human?”

“Oh. Uh... No, not really.”

“How come?”

“Because before all this, I was still living with my dad. I’d still be getting locked in a freezer as punishment and getting beat for small things.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good reason.”

“What about you?”

“I’m still human,” you chuckled.

“No.” He returned the laugh. “I mean before you knew about all this. Before you had to be guarded because your life is in danger.”

You thought for a second. You hadn’t known about all of this very long, only a couple of months. But Deucalion and his alphas chose you of all people to take hostage and torture because you were friends with Scott.

Isaac was the one who found you and rushed you to the hospital, taking some of your pain on the drive and revealing that he was a werewolf. Since then, you two had become good friends, and he was keen on protecting you.

But you’d also become much closer to Scott, Allison, and Lydia, and you’d also become best friends with Stiles and Kira. It surprised you that Derek was so willing to be your friend, as you’d always heard he was a recluse.

“No,” you answered. “I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I wouldn’t have met you. And everyone else.”

“You also wouldn’t be covered in scars.”

“True. But these are my battle scars,” you said, making him laugh. “I’m a survivor, I should flaunt it. Plus, I wouldn’t really know how to defend myself if I never knew.”

“That’s also true.”

There was a moment of silence. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Anything.”

“Do you ever miss him? Your dad?”

He took in a deep breath and you could tell it wasn’t something he was eager to talk about.

“Sometimes. I mean, we had some good memories together. Not many, but some. Plus, there’s the whole orphan thing.”

You nodded. “I get that.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“I see you and Stiles together a lot and... Are you guys...”

“What?”

“Together?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What? No. I think he and Malia are a thing. I don’t have feelings for him like that.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.”

You squinted, a smirk spreading across your face. You scooted your upper body slightly closer to him, surprising him a bit.

“Why were you wondering?”

He reeled his head back slightly. His eyes landed on your lips for a couple of seconds. “I just was.”

You and Isaac had chemistry. You didn’t even realize it until you were crammed in a janitor’s closet with him after school one day, trying to hide from Deucalion. Your face was only a couple of inches from his, and the look in his eyes was pure terror.

“Isaac,” you whispered. “I’m not even a werewolf and I can hear your heart pounding.”

“Sorry, just... I thought you were gonna die out there.”

“Me? What about you?”

He shrugged. “I’d rather it be me that gets hurt than you.”

That night, seeing him step up to protect you and his friends, was the night you fell for him. He’d taken a bad beating from Ethan and Aiden, and you took him back to your house to treat his wounds.

You sat him down on the toilet and crouched in front of him. “Why aren’t you healing?” you asked frantically as you wiped dried blood from his face.

“They’re from alphas. It’ll take longer to heal.” As you began stitches on his stomach, he asked with a wince, “How do you know how to do this?”

“I got hurt a lot as a kid, and one day my dad figured band-aids weren’t enough. He taught me basic first aid and stitches and stuff.”

Sitting on the edge of your bathtub across from him, you stared down at your hands that were covered in blood. A tear dripped onto your thumb and you sniffled, getting his attention.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, getting down onto his knees and crawling over to you. He looked down at your hands, then back at your face. He reached up and wiped your cheeks, drying them off as best as he could. “It’s alright.”

“You could’ve died tonight. I watched them beat you half to death-”

“Y/N, stop. It’s okay. I’m alive.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“Like I said, I’d rather get hurt than you get hurt. Plus I’ll heal. Really, I’m fine. I can already feel it healing.”

You wiped your nose with the back of your wrist. He cringed and you looked at him. “What?”

“Stand up,” he said as he also got to his feet. You looked in the mirror and saw you had blood smeared across your cheek and upper lip. It only made you cry more, and he led you to the sink. He washed your hands off for you before taking a washcloth to your face, wiping all the blood off.

“Thanks,” you said with a small smile.

“Yeah, no problem.”

Neither of you stopped looking at each other for a moment. You were the one who looked away first when you saw he had began to slowly get closer to you.

“I can drive you home,” you offered. And that’s exactly what you did. Neither of you had been alone together since that night two weeks ago, which brings you back to laying in your bed with him, your face inches from his.

“Mm.” You scooted back to your original place. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

“Can I... do something?” he asked out of the blue, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Like what?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while.” He leaned down and connected your lips gently, almost like he was afraid of hurting you. One hand landed on the bed by your side, keeping you next to him, and the other held his weight up.

You pulled his face into yours, deepening the kiss and immediately causing him to do the same.

The passion with which he kissed you was like no one had ever kissed you before. You could tell he’d wanted to do that for God knows how long.

In a split second, he was on top of you, his thighs settling between yours. You wrapped your legs around his, using your feet to pull his body in close to you.

His kisses traveled to your jaw, making you let out a deep breath. Your hands reached up to tangle in the back of his short hair before he sat up on his knees to pull his shirt off.

Your hands dragged over his chest and down to his lower back, feeling a few moles scattered here and there.

Just then, the two of you heard a loud bang downstairs. He broke the kiss and you looked toward your door.

“We need to leave,” he said, immediately jumping off of you and slipping his shirt back on. He grabbed your hand once the two of you had your shoes on and dragged you over to the window, jumping out first and then pulling you out behind him.

You looked down to the ground, realizing how far it was from your feet. It made your heart pound and your head spin.

He leaped off the roof and landed on the grass below, holding his arms out to catch you when you jumped. You hesitated but when you heard your door open and hit the wall, you took a deep breath and hopped into the air, landing in his arms.

He set you down onto your feet and grabbed your hand once again, running with you to his car.

When you were about two miles from your house, he pulled into the Beacon Hills Preserve and parked at the entrance, allowing the two of you to take a deep breath.

Neither of you looked at each other for a moment.

“Isaac-” You were cut off by the feeling of lips hitting yours, and you kissed him back. When the kiss ended, he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

“Good. If anything happened to you-”

“I’m okay, Isaac. Really. I’m just glad you were there.”

He smiled at you. “Well, I have no idea where we’re gonna go now.”

“We could just sit here,” you suggested. “Hopefully they didn’t follow us.”

“I doubt they did.”

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you did. You hadn’t even been there an hour before you closed your eyes, and you had no idea that he was staring at you, watching you snore.

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wdwmarveldisney · 3 years

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Hey I requested the isaac lahey imagine ‘memories’ I was wondering if u could do it where it’s before she died and it’s the part where Ethan, Aiden and isaac get possessed by those flies but instead of isaac it’s y/n and she attacks the twins and stuff and instead of isaac and Allison sleeping together it’s her and isaac( this is not a smut just the build up to it) and she’s all seductive and dominant and taunting and the aftermath when she isn’t possessed anymore .

Stupid Fly

Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Isaac isn’t the one to be possessed by Void but instead its you.

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A/N: Okay so I watched the episode so I hope this is accurate. I’m really not good at the build up thing so sorry about that.

GIF isn’t mine

Your fingers dug into the cover that you sat on, eyes fixed on the ground as your feet swung slightly. Patiently waiting for Isaac, you stopped swinging your feet and began tapping them instead. Your usual bright and lively eyes had this dark swirl to them that didn't fit, that was natural. You didn't hear his footsteps or the bag in his hand hit the ground and only turned when you heard his voice, "What are you doing here?" When your eyes met his, you only held his gaze for a second or two before scanning his face, "I thought I'd wait for you to come back. You didn't just walk out of the hospital, did you?" Isaac shrugged, falling next to you as he scanned you in caution. He could tell something was off, "It's okay. I feel a lot better. All healed," you reached a hand up, fingers grazing his cheek as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"So you're okay?" Isaac didn't like the tone of your voice, soft concern and care that was usually present gone. He nodded, hand going to hold yours and pull it down to the space between the two of you, "What's wrong?" You stared down at your joined hands before giving his a slight squeeze and finally meeting his eyes once more. In response, you simply shrugged and a small smirk made your lips twitch up, "Just wanted to see you," You had leaned in and although he wished it hadn't, all reason had left Isaac as you had inched closer. He could no longer think about you seemed off, that you seemed too confident and too bold because this was the closest you had been since he had talked to about getting back together. You had been avoiding him as you said you had to work out your feelings. Maybe you had, maybe this was you finalising a decision and deciding to just go with it. But this wasn't how you would do it that nagging voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him. That voice was successfully silenced as your lips were pressed gently to his and it took near to no time for him to kiss. You hand went to his chest and you gently pushed him back wards and onto the bed as you continued.

Your hands moved to his hair, lips kissing across his cheek and to his jaw as Isaac leaned his head back to give you more access. Your hand moved to his jaw, tilting his head to face you. You both started giggling as you pecked his lips repeatedly before he finally pulled you close enough to place a longer kiss to your lips.

Light streamed through the crack in the curtains as the soft hum of traffic and nature twisted together and filled the room. Isaac sighed, rolling over to see you and frowning when he realised you were up and out of bed instead of cuddling close like when the two of you fell asleep. He sat up, leaning on his elbows as he watched pick up random objects to admire before placing them back. "There you are. What are you doing over there?" You glanced back over your shoulder with a small smile and you placed the small picture frame back on the dresser and leaning back onto it, "You know, I was at Allison's the other day. We were working on that text, before you came over that is. There's still a lot of weapons there. I thought her new Code was about protecting," Isaac shrugged, not understanding where you were going with this. He sat up a bit more, leaning against the head of the bed as he observed every move of yours. The way you stared around the room, how you didn't bothered by the way that you were topless with your bra on display when you normally would be, how there was this permanent smirk toying your swollen lips.

"Most of them are non-lethal," He defended and your eyes snapped back to him as you nodded, turning back to the things in his room. "Hmm... The daggers looked pretty lethal to me," he could hear the edge to your voice and frowned at the way your fingers tapped a quick beat against the book you held, "But maybe she should keep them. There's still a few of us out there who aren't quite so non-lethal... like the twins," This made him shoot up, reaching for his shirt as his frown got deeper, eyebrows knitting together in worry and confusion, "I thought we were going to give them a second chance?" He gave a small nervous laugh when you didn't seem to react at all, "You're the one to talk me into it," Isaac pointed out and this time, you spun round with an angered expression pulling at your features. Your teeth dug into you bottom lip before you shrugged and snapped, "I changed my mind, they don't deserve it,"

Isaac moved closer to the other end of the bed, reaching for your hands to pull you closer, really panicked by the wild in your eyes. "Things are different now. It doesn't have to be like that anymore," You scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes at the seriousness and concern in his. You took his hands in yours and took those few steps closer before leaning down closer to his lips, "You do remember them trying to kill you numerous times, right?" Isaac gave you pleading as he shook his head at your determination. He wasn't liking where this was going, "They're helping," You dropped his hands with a frown, backing away as you grabbed your top from the floor and pulled it on, "I had a feeling you'd say something like that," He watched you walk out out of the room, slamming the door behind you as you heard him shout after you, "Y/N, wait! Y/N!"

"See? That's what I'm talking about. I'd probably be in his pack by now if it wasn't for my psychotic brother - the one who has to kill everything in sight," you smiled to yourself when you heard their voices, gripping the weapon you stole from Allison tighter as you tried to find them. They keep shouting like that and it'll only make it easier, no werewolf abilities needed. "Careful, Ethan... You're currently the only thing in my sight," As you turned the corner, you saw them go for each other and a smirked pulled at your lips. They really did like making it easier for you. You raised the gun you had in your hands, shooting Ethan in the back and watching them both writhe in pain fro the electricity flowing through them. Swinging the gun to rest across your shoulder you took a step closer, "I guess this is the part where I say something witty,"

You gave a small hollow chuckled, hitting Ethan in the face with the back of the gun when you were closer enough, successfully knocking him out. Your smirk fell and you turned to Aiden with that emotionless face and deadly look in your eyes that made a shiver run down his spine. Or maybe that was the electricity. You crouched down to him, head tilting as you scanned his face. With the shake of your head and the small quirk up of your lips, you whispered, "I'm not witty," and knocked him out just like twin.

You dumped the gun and with a huff, began to drag them to the boys locker room. You dropped their hands, letting them hit the ground with a small smack and turned to Coach's office. Digging through his drawers, a frown made its way to your lips as you began to mutter to yourself, "Come on, Coach. You gotta have a lighter," the smirk took its place back on your lips as you lifted the lighter to be level with your eyes. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol with the piece of fabric stuffed into the top, hesitantly slightly. Was this really the best idea? Shaking your head at the thought, you reassured yourself, "I'm gonna burn it down... For Erica... For Boyd... For Isaac... For everyone! I'm gonna burn it. I'm gonna burn it," with final nod, you walked out to stand by the twins, lighting the fabric. Just as you about you were to throw at them, the fabric was pulled out of the bottle and you turned to see Kira with her katana in hand. You stood in silence for a beat or two before you shrugged, "Nice sword,"

The bottle fell from your hands and smashed by your feet but you couldn't care less, immediately focusing on attacking Kira. You were doing this and if she got in your way then you'd just have to deal with it, right? She managed to push you to the ground and you huffed out in frustration. Why couldn't she just leave you to do it? "Y/N!" You turned, seeing Allison and Isaac both standing either side of Kira. Slowly pulling yourself up, you shook out your arms and rolled your shoulders as the three backed away into Coach's office. Allison closed the door as Isaac and Kira pushed the desk in front to block you out. The twins had stood up behind you and you spun to face them, claws beards as you heard the others talk in Coach's office, "Was that a good idea?"

"Probably not," You swung first and managed to hit Aiden but Ethan got you from behind and you could Kira's worried voice as you struggled, "They're not going to kill each other, are they?" You stomped on Ethan's foot and got out of his grip only for Aiden to get you. Ethan joined him and they both shoved you into the door, the window shattering upon impact. "I think they're going to try," Isaac muttered.

Somehow, you'd got a slight upper hand and was managing perfectly fighting the two at once. That was until the other three began to try and break you apart. They eventually managed to take control, Isaac's main focus being you. Deaton had arrived soon enough, pulling the stupid fly that had managed to sneak through a cut on your side from the Oni's sword, just like Derek. Isaac could see the regret cross your face, hands rubbing at your eyes before you shot up and began profusely apologising to the twins. You couldn't look at the blonde as you helped the twins up and heard the update from Deaton and it wasn't until afterwards and Isaac pulling actually pulling you away from the others, did you finally look up at him. "You okay?" He asked quick, scanning you over. Even with Deaton saying you were fine, Isaac couldn't help but worry. "I'm fine," you turned to go but Isaac pulled you right back making a low growl leave your lips. The boy dropped your wrists, backing away as your eyes flickered to their beta yellow and back before a hand slapped over your mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry," you mumbled and Isaac was quick to hold your hand and reassure you. "No, hey, it's okay," he paused, taking a deep breath before leaning forward slightly and avoiding eye contact as he asked, "Do you regret it?"

"What? No, of course not. I still love you. I just, I didn’t want to have it happen that way, you know? And it was...different. Not bad, just it was weird ‘cause I was possessed-” Isaac’s chuckle cut off your ramble, a blush rising on your cheeks as you watched him smile at you. “It wasn’t exactly the way I wanted it to happen either,” he interlaced his fingers with yours as you both stared at your hands, dopey smiles on your lips. “I wanna work this out, I do. I just need a bit more time,” Isaac met your eyes, noticing the crease in your brows and the small frown on your lips and the way you tilted your head to meet his eyes. He nodded slowly, not letting go of your hand just yet. He didn’t want to ever let go.

You finally pulled away, sent a half grin and began to make your way down the hall, disappearing from his sight as you turned the corner.

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.41

Word Count: 2,873

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent (brief), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kira Yukimura, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: ---

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“Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?” you turned to Chris once again.

“I’m 100 percent sure. I have Isaac and Allison. Everything’s going to work out,” he replied.

“I should've come with you yesterday,” you sighed.

“I was the one who told you to stay here. I made a decision to go alone and I take responsibility for my actions. Don’t try to blame yourself for this,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you bit your lip.

“Don’t think about him. Go home and get some rest,” he replied softly.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you held in a cry.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” Derek ran to you as you entered the loft, wrapping his arms around you.

“Crap. Sorry, I forgot to, uhm text you,” you shook your head.

“It’s okay. What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s… I need to get to Beacon Hills High. Stiles needs me for something,” you said.

“Hey,” he frowned, stroking your cheek softly.

“I’ll see you later,” you pulled away from him, leaving the loft.

---

You made your way to Beacon Hills High, your mind still traveling back to the previous night, filling your mind with insecurities. Chris lied to you, trying to spare your feelings. Your mom said that things only fell apart after you were born because he didn't like being tied down, he just didn't want to be tied down to you. He wanted a family, but not with you. He had a wife and kids, and you widowed someone and orphaned two kids. Because you couldn't control your powers.

You gripped the steering wheel tighter, your eyes watering as you tried to control your breathing.

You slammed the breaks, seeing Stiles walking next to you.

“Stiles?” you rolled the window down.

“Oh, hey,” he replied.

You immediately took notice of his pale skin, his eyes bags growing thicker, as his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought… I was meeting you at the school,” you said.

“Yeah, my car kind of broke down,” he shrugged.

“Come in. What’s going on?” you asked.

He sat down as his eyes watered, looking at you.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

---

“Stiles,” you started.

“J-Just look…” he pulled you into the Chemistry lab, before freezing.

You looked around, seeing nothing was there. You turned back to Stiles, looking at him.

“Okay, there was… the message on the board telling Barrow to go after Kira. Look, I-I’ll prove it,” he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket, looking at his keys.

You and Scott both gave a worried look to each other before looking back at Stiles, who was looking through his keys.

“I-I swear, there was an extra key. It was the key to the closet. Okay, I-I wrote the message on the board to tell Barrow to go after Kira. I-I led him into the closet to hide,” Stiles started, pacing around nervously as your face softened for your friend.

“Stiles, you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t do that,” you shook your head.

“It was my idea to put all the bolts, a-and screws into the box, to prank Coach. That’s exactly what Barrow used to attack that school bus. He hid a bomb inside of it,” Stiles’ eyes watered slightly as he looked at you and Scott.

“Stiles, that doesn’t make you a killer. Y-You’re not,” Scott shook his head.

“You’re not listening to me! It was me,” he shook his head.

“Stiles, I think you’re just tired,” you said softly.

“No. You need to do a spell and just tell me if something or someone tampered with my head, okay?” Stiles said.

“Stiles, I don’t have my powers,” you started.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t just not have powers, (Y/N). I just need this one thing from you, please. Help me,” his voice wavered.

You took a glance at Scott before looking back at Stiles.

“Look at me,” you put your hands on your shoulders.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Nothing is going on with you. Stiles, the human body can’t survive over 10 days without sleep, as you haven’t slept well for three weeks. You need to get some rest and you just need a break,” you replied.

“I don’t… why are you talking to me like I’m crazy,” his voice lowered as he looked down.

“You’re not crazy, Stiles. You’re tired. Come with me, I’ll take you home, okay?” you asked.

He nodded, looking down as he walked out of the classroom.

“He’s not just tired,” Scott said softly.

“He has insomnia, he’s having hallucinations,” Scott began to elaborate.

“Well, how about I get a doctor to look at him? I’ll take him to the hospital,” you suggested.

He nodded as you kissed his forehead softly, making your way to your car.

---

“Dr. Gardner isn’t here today,” Melissa looked up to the two of you, shaking her head.

You saw Stiles' face drop slightly, as he took a deep breath.

“Well, who else can help us?” you asked.

“I can call an urgent care doctor if you want,” she suggested.

You turned to look at Stiles, who shook his head.

“Okay, how about I look at you. (Y/N), you can just wait here and I’ll take Stiles with me,” Melissa stood up from her chair, walking to the two of you.

“Scott says she has insomnia, he’s hallucinating, probably some other stuff,” you began explaining.

Melissa’s face dropped slightly, as you gave her a confused look.

“I’ll be back soon,” she nodded, walking away hurriedly with Stiles.

---

“Ms.McCall,” you shot your head up as she walked to you.

“Come with me for a second,” she said.

“I gave Stiles some Midazolam, he’ll be out for some time,” she said.

She held your hand as she walked with you to a storage room.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked.

Melissa opened up a storage file, taking out a folder of another patient.

“Mrs.McCall, what happened?” you asked again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She handed you the file, along with a paper in her hand. You looked at both of the lists, realizing they both have the same things on them.

Hallucinations

Insomnia

Irritable

Impulsivity

You looked at the top of the page in the folder, reading the name as your face dropped.

Claudia Stilinski

“N-No… he’s not…” your voice broke as tears rushed to your eyes, falling down as you closed the file, handing it to Melissa.

You covered your mouth, holding back a sob as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Does he know...” you whispered, holding back cries as your voice wavered.

“He doesn’t know yet, and I can’t tell him. Not until I’m 100 percent sure, okay?” she started.

You nodded softly, sniffling as Melissa wrapped her arms around you.

“Don’t tell anyone either. D-Don’t tell Scott or Derek, just wait until…. Until I talk to Noah, okay?” she sniffled.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you cried softly.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

---

You sat on a chair next to Stiles’ bed, looking down at him as your eyes watered. He looked sick and fragile, he looked exhausted. Your mind began thinking back to all the memories you had with him and Scott before Scott became a werewolf. You remember how broken he was after his mother died, and how you stayed by his side for months. You remembered their first day of high school, a mixture of panic and excitement on their faces.

You remembered how he’s always been by your side when something happened, even if you didn't want him there, he never left you. You kissed his forehead softly, looking down at his sleeping figure.

Your phone rang, receiving a call from Scott.

“Hey,” you answered.

“Hey, I kinda need a favor,” he said.

“What’s up?” you looked at Stiles once more before turning away from him.

“Remember the thing Chris was going after yesterday? Well, they’re gonna come back tonight. For Kira. I-I need your help to just keep her safe and keep her in my house until the sun comes back up,” he explained.

“Who’s Kira?” you asked.

“She’s a new student at the school, but she's supernatural, like us. Well, like me. I just need your help,” he said.

You were about to protest, before remembering Melissa’s words. You couldn't tell anyone. But it’s okay, it's only for a few hours, then you would be back.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

---

“Scott?” you walked into the McCall household, immediately feeling the tension in the air as you saw Agent McCall standing in front of Scott.

You saw Scott look at you, before turning back to Rafael.

“Is there a problem, Agent McCall?” you crossed your arms as he turned to face you.

“This really isn't any of your concern, (Y/N), so, please, leave my house,” he snapped back at you.

“It’s not your house and (Y/N) is my friend, she’s staying here,” you walked to Scott, seeing Agent McCall’s laptop on, with a picture of Scott, and Kira on it.

“You want to ask us questions? Get a warrant,” Scott said.

“I don't need a warrant, I’m your father,” Rafael replied.

“You’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, that’s it,” Scott shook his head.

You looked at him with soft eyes, while Rafael looked at him, slightly shocked at his words.

“What’s going on here?” Melissa walked into the house, looking between Scott and Agent McCall.

“Scott,” Kira whispered, motioning to the window, as the sun set.

“Stay here,” you turned to Scott and Kira.

“Who’s that?” Agent McCall asked as he walked to the figure. It wasn't just a figure, it was an Oni. You recognized its face from your books.

“Take a step back,” you warned.

He ignored you, walking to the Oni as it pulled out a sword, stabbing Agent McCall in his shoulder. You gasped as he fell to the floor, Scott and Melissa running to him.

“Kira, is it? I’m (Y/N), just listen to what I say and you’ll be safe, okay?” you quickly turned to her. She nodded her head as you turned, charging at the Oni.

You swung your leg, kicking it in the stomach as it doubled over. Scott quickly pulled Rafael to safety, Melissa behind him.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek’s voice as he ran forward, hitting the Oni and tackling it to the ground.

“Kira!” you saw another Oni appear behind her, as you ran to her, pushing her aside.

It grabbed your head, holding you down as your body went cold. Your teeth began to chatter as their eyes turned yellow, looking into yours. You could feel your body growing weaker as you looked up at it, hearing commotion in the distance. You felt an emptiness inside of you, feeling someone hit the Oni, taking its attention off of you as your body fell to the ground, completely paralyzed as you shivered.

---

Derek held your hand, seeing black veins appear on them as he took your pain, trying to snap you out of your paralyzed state.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you shivered, Derek putting his hand on your back as he wrapped some blankets on your body, helping you up.

“Where have you been all day?” he whispered to you, walking you to the couch as he sat with you.

“I've been…” you looked at Scott, seeing him look at you before you turned back to Derek.

“I was with Chris,” you lied, looking away from Scott to Derek.

“With Chris?” he questioned.

You nodded, pulling the blanket over you tightly as you sniffled.

“Okay,” you knew he could tell you were lying, looking back at Scott.

You motioned to him that you’d explain it all later, as he nodded softly. You looked around the house, seeing Melissa helping Rafael, Scott with Kira, Ethan, and Aiden arguing about whatever, and the Oni locked outside, from a barrier of mountain ash.

“Well, I guess they are going after humans,” Scott sighed, sitting in front of you.

“I don't think so. I don’t have powers but I’m not completely human. I still can't touch mountain ash,” you shook your head.

“If they’re only going after supernatural, why are they after her?” Ethan asked.

“Cuz she’s not human, so what the hell are you?” you could see Kira become nervous, intimidated by the twins as you frowned.

“She’s a kitsune, idiots,” Derek replied, rolling his eyes.

“A kitsune? What type?” you asked.

“I don't know. She probably doesn't either. You can sense it all around her, she’s not good at controlling it yet,” Derek said.

“So they’re after her?” you asked.

“Scott!” you heard Melissa call for Scott as he ran upstairs.

“I don't know for sure,” he replied.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are the twins here?” you asked.

“They want to be in the pack,” Derek replied.

“Well, what does Scott want?” you asked.

“I don't know. They've been following Scott all day,” Derek sighed.

“So? So have you,” you looked up at him.

“I’m a friend,” Derek said.

“So are they,” you replied.

He shook his head, before feeling the ground shaking as you looked up, confused.

You could see dust falling from the ceiling, seeing it shake again.

“Uh, guys…” Ethan said.

The two of you stood up, walking to the door. The Oni took their swords out, hitting the barrier repeatedly.

“What are they trying to do?” Kira asked.

“They're trying to find a weak point and break it,” you replied.

You took a step back, holding Derek’s hand as you tensed slightly.

Scott grabbed his phone, quickly calling Allison.

“Allison? They’re here. What do I do?” Scott yelled into the phone.

There was a moment of quiet as all eyes looked at Scott anxiously, waiting for him to say something.

“Scott, what do we do?” Aiden asked, standing in front of Scott.

“Nothing,” you saw their sword go through the barrier, breaking it.

“A-Are you sure?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Just trust me,” he said.

You saw two of the Oni enter the house, standing in front of Scott and Kira.

Scott and Kira held each other's hands as the Oni held onto them, just as they did you. Ethan took a step forward, as you held him back, shaking your head.

You saw Scott and Kira falling to the floor, both shivering, as the Oni stood up, disappearing.

You ran to Scott, lifting his head up softly.

“Scott?”

---

“So, crazy day, yeah?” Derek said as the two of you walked into the loft.

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed.

“So, where were you today?” Derek asked.

“Something happened with Stiles, and that’s all I can tell you, okay?” you ran your fingers through your hair as his face dropped.

“Yeah, no problem,” he shook his head.

“I’m gonna… I’ll see you tomorrow,” you ran your fingers through your hair as you sniffled.

“You’re… I just thought you were gonna stay here,” Derek’s voice faded as he looked down at you.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now, I just wanna be alone,” you said softly.

“Of course. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, turning his back at you as you sighed.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you said.

“I’m not. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you felt your eyes water slightly as Derek walked away from you.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered as you walked away.

---

You flopped onto your bed, taking off your jacket as you held your pillow, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around it.

You could feel your heart aching in pain as you bit your lip, holding back your tears as you let your thoughts revolve around your head. About Stiles, about your dad and his family, not to mention, Derek was probably upset as you for acting like you were.

You heard some shuffling, leaning your head up as you looked around your apartment. You didn’t see anyone, shaking your head as you sniffled.

You could smell something off, as you raised an eyebrow, looking around your apartment once more.

Holy crap

You jumped up as you saw the fire, burning through your house as you ran out of bed. You could see the fire spreading quickly, as you took a deep breath, feeling your face and body become warm.

You ran to the door, trying to pull it open, finding it jammed somehow.

Not today, not like this

You began to feel panic rising in your chest as you pulled at the door once again, trying to force it open. You let out a soft cry, seeing flames surrounding you as your hands began to shake.

You pounded on your door as your tears streamed down your face, pulling it again.

No, please no

You continued to pull on the door, gasping for air as you felt your throat closing up.

“Someone help! Help me!”

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @childofsquidward & anonymous

It's a lot colder inside the ice rink than Stiles remembers. He can't even take his jacket off, and his fingers are practically numb trying to do up his skates. But he's not letting that stop him.

Well. Mostly. He's just warming up a bit before he actually skates, staying seated in the stands, eating a Reese's cup. For energy!

Of course, when he tries to use that on Scott, he just gives him a look and a smile.

"Come on," Scott says, holding out a hand. "Neither of us have skated since Sophomore year. We're both totally out of practice compared to everyone else here."

"Not inspiring much confidence, buddy."

Stiles glances out at their friends, already on the rink as Scott laughs. Allison and Kira gliding along, both laughing as they try and hold onto each other. Malia carefully edging along the side, a hand firmly gripping the barrier while Erica tries to be encouraging while laughing. Even Boyd and Isaac are doing their own thing on the ice. And Lydia and Jackson, skating along perfectly together. Doing little twirls and practically dancing—this isn't a competitive tv show!

But he'll admit… they do look happier than they have in a while. That breakup, moving away, being with other people for a while thing then reuniting really seemed to help.

"I meant that it'll be fine, because we're both… not great at it," Scott says.

Stiles glances from their friends to Scott, to the hand he still has held out to him.

"Fine," he groans, with a theatrical roll of his eyes, taking his hand. Because actually, he doesn't mind. Especially when Scott's holding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

He allows Scott to pull him up off the bench and stumble their way to the ice.

"But if we fall and I break something—" Stiles starts.

"I will carry you to the hospital," Scott says, his smile widening.

"Promise?"

"I absolutely, one-hundred-percent give you my word," Scott promises, stepping closer. "I'll even do it bridal style if you want."

"No, seriously, because my jeep broke down from the cold when we got here and I don't even know how we're getting home, you'd need to carry me," Stiles says.

Scott laughs, rolling his eyes. But he's nodding and saying, "We'll take a look at the jeep later, but yeah, I promise."

"Then lead me to the death trap!" Stiles says.

"You" —Scott leans forward, lips inches from Stiles, pressing a kiss to them with a barely contained smile— "are the biggest dork."

"And you only enable me with your love," Stiles quips back, quickly stealing another kiss.

Scott just shakes his head, his smile making his eyes crinkle slightly. The look he gives him has been the same for the fifteen years they've known each other, not once changed from when they were four. And yet somehow it still never fails to bring a fluttering warmth to Stiles' chest.

He thought that he would become more immune after the first couple months of being together, but if anything he's just softened to it more. And to Scott.

"Come on," he says, pulling himself of his daze with a gentle nudge to Scott's shoulder and a tug of his hand.

"Before we start to annoy all of our friends?" Scott asks, grinning as he complies and allows Stiles to guide him onto the ice.

"Oh, no, we've been annoying them since the day we met," Stiles replies, turning slightly to face Scott, taking the other hand he holds out to him to keep them both balanced. "We are sickeningly in love and they knew before we did."

"I can't disagree with that one," Scott says, and he looks utterly delighted about it.

Stiles misjudges his control and nearly flies backwards when he goes to move his foot a little too far. Fortunately, supernaturally quick reflexes on Scott's part keeps him upright. Except he's also fumbling to keep himself steady, and they're both yelping as they go down.

So, falling on ice hurts. Quite a bit.

"Okay, we're definitely not good at this," Scott groans, and Stiles grunts in agreement.

There is most definitely laughter coming fron somewhere, as well as a few concerned people asking, "oh god, are you okay?"

But after a beat, the laughter takes over in all of them, espscially when there's another yelp from across the rink, followed by, "I'm sorry! I was distracted, I thought you were holding on!"

Scott and Stiles push themselves up into sitting positions, still trying to catch breath from the fall and the laughter that hasn't quite died down yet.

"Why did we think ice skating was a good idea?" Stiles asks.

"Because it's Christmas Eve and Boyd had the keys?" Scott says, shrugging. He's laughing even as he winces and rubs the back of his head. "It's fun!"

"Yeah, breaking your limbs is fun," Stiles says drily. But he's already got an urge to get back up and do it again. Without the falling part.

"Rematch?" Scott suggests.

Stiles turns his head to look at him, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, this is a competition now, is it? What happened to being on my team?"

"I'm always technically on your team," Scott says, then shrugs, his grin widening. "But wouldn't this be more fun?"

Stiles considers it for a moment. Then he nods, holding out his hand.

"All right, a competition it is then," he says.

There's a muttered, "oh no" from close by. He ignores it as Scott happily takes his hand and they manage to stumble back to their feet. And then it's every person for themselves on the ice (aside from Boyd and Lydia, who are smart enough to stand to the side to avoid being plowed over).

Their competition turns into all of them screaming at each other to help them stay upright, or for trying to knock them over. Fortunately, and miraculously, the night does not end in any broken bones or dislocated limbs. Just a few scrapes here and there.

And a jeep that refuses to start back up. Everyone tries to chip in and help fix it, some googling what could be wrong with it while Scott and Stiles mess around with the engine and some wires they probably should be leaving alone.

But when they're taking a break from trying to fix it, and they're just joking around in the snow, Scott and Stiles sitting on the roof of the jeep, just staring up at the stars, it all feels worth it. Especially when the jeeps lights suddenly flash to life after an hour and the engine starts up on its own. Maybe it just wanted the night to last a little longer, like they all did.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #sciles #mccallinski #scott x stiles #stiles x scott #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I know that the ficlet isn't the Best but I really wanted to get this up today!!#I hope you like it!!#childofsquidward

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moralesmarkers · 3 years

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i am steter trash so i wrote an au where stiles is a spark that lives in the forest because he killed his dad in an accident back when he was a kid and couldn't control his magic and his moms family was just made up of mages and he is the first one to actually be a born spark with loads of power so she raises him and teaches him everything she knows

and in this au sparks are being hunted and put down like animals so claudia builds a house in the forest with stiles where he can live and study magic on the land of their family and after she dies stiles moves there.

(and yes hes a lot older in this because it makes me antsy to write about eighteen year old stiles and adult peter. sorry. I'm a pussy okay.)

and stiles meets his gang! and scott is a dryad, lydia is a mermaid, jackson and danny are mermen (and jackson and danny are together by the way), i planned allison as a regular human that meets scott on a walk in the woods and falls in love with him later in the story because the hale fire storyline is still happening, and kira is an ancient kitsune who also lives in the forest and is good friends with stiles, and erica, boyd, isaac, liam, theo etc are not there yet but thats cause stiles is pretty alone.

he just minds his own business and takes care of the dryads and meets fairies (who live in the forest) and makes a deal with them that they'll stop screwing around with humans and stay in the forest and he'll protect them and take care of them because sparks are powerful and the fairies appreciate that instead of being afraid of him.

and stiles just does his thing for a couple of years until the fairies go a little bit too far and peter hale, who is stupidly a little too far in the forest on his patrol, gets caught in a storm they cause and gets lost in the woods, and he finds stiles' house and stiles takes him in and gives him dry clothes and then guards him back so peter won't get himself fairy'ed

and then a week passes and stiles is kind of anxious peters family will tell him to fuck off the woods (even though it's stiles' heritage to take care of the forest, the hales just live there) and then: the actual plot

a little apple dryad tells him scott found a dying fairy. this fairy apparently told scott in her dying breath something wolfish killed her, and stiles wrongly thinks peter and his family did that, and he goes to find scott to ask him about it, but scott is just gone. stiles can't find him and gets worried and checks his wards, and when he gets to the wards around the hale property, he meets laura. he asks her if she's seen scott, and she saw him going back into the forest, but stiles still can't find him.

laura leaves and stiles finds the ward to their territory broken, and it stinks like druid, so he figures it was this deaton guy because werewolves aren't sneaky like that.

stiles visits lydia (because he still can't find scott and lydia knows how to calm him down) and finds out jackson and danny saw a monster while making out under the surface of their lake and from then stiles knows that the hales have got nothing to do with this because what lydia describes Is Not a werewolf.

so he gets pissy, and then ultimately is enraged when he finds a dead stag this monster killed, and because he's pissy he visits the hales to tell talia he's rightfully going to kill their emissary for being a bitch and breaking his wards and letting some monster walk his territory.

and talia is all "what the fuck how do i not know you." and stiles is all internally "i see my darling peter kept his promises" and then he's internally like "wait fuck i'm not really in love with this guy am i" and then he's like "oh. OH."

and talia convinces him not to kill deaton because shes awesome and stiles grumpily agrees because... not agreeing would be a dick move and it would mean. War. Basically.

so the hales offer their help looking for scott and stiles finds this monster thing on his search and its a wendigo yay, and scott has been following this thing around for days now because he's a dumbass and wanted to help, and they bro out

and the hales and stiles kill this thing, which means magic action. and stiles is awesome. and everyone knows that now.

what follows is just steter get-to-know-eachother and the hale pack are the biggest wingmen (wingpeople) ever and there's fluff and magic and a lot of flowers because stiles is a person that can't for the life of him say the words "i love you" and gets incredibly anxious when people say "i love you" so he mostly displays his feelings for peter in hanakotoba, the traditional japanese flower language that kira taught him, and peter eventually catches onto that and they get together in a load of angst and fluff and they have sex. because of course they have loads of sex. bold of you to think peter can keep his hands off stiles for longer than a day and likewise.

and there is like a load of stiles/hale pack friendship dynamics because i love them all and then suddenly yeehaw. hale fire.

So paige has already happened in this timeline before stiles and peter met, and derek still meets kate and she does her scum thing and uses him. a bunch of hunters show up to the hale house, shoot them with wolfsbane bullets and gather them so they can burn together.

stiles wakes up in a rush because something bad is happening to his wolves but then his eyes fall closed again and he can't get out of bed for a solid time because someone freaking poisoned him and he's fevering and weak and everything is dizzy, but he forces himself up because something. bad. is happening. to his. wolves. he stumbles into his kitchen and almost dies right there and then, because the poison is wolfsbane and he feels like he got tons of it shoved down his throat by the person that poisoned him. his life starts flashing in front of his eyes and he fights back at it and vomits the wolfsbane out, believes it out of his system and when it's gone, he's just left raging.

because i hate kate, stiles loses control when he meets her at the hale house and kills her. he gets the pack and gets them out of the house, breaks the mountain ash circle and they leave. the hales can't go back to their house because the place is swarming with hunters

and peter and stiles figure out it was deaton who told kate everything she needed to know to set this trap and the mountain ash circle also stinks like druid, so deaton gets revealed as being the bad guy all along. stiles figures that he also poisoned him so he wouldnt interrupt, and that deaton wanted thalias alpha spark. the wendigo was a test and deaton put it there on purpose to see how strong stiles was and if he would care about the hales, because deaton knew stiles would feel the hunters killing them and ever since peter and stiles got together the druid knew he would have to murder him too to get the hales dead.

and stiles is just half feral in his wrath and the aftermath of the wolfsbane poisoning, and derek is sobbing and muttering about this being all his fault, and peter has two bullets stuck in his knees and has to be held up by his niece and his brother-in-law, and every one of them is shot and hurt and crying and talia does her best to comfort derek while shaking as well

and stiles just closes his eyes. takes a deep breath. and takes care of his family-in-law, because fuck if he isnt gonna marry peter after this. he takes them in, gives them clean and comfortable clothes, patches them up, lets them shower, yeets his living room so they have space for a big puppy pile, gives them food and water to drink and then draws a ward around his house that is strong enough deaton won't be able to find them unless he sells his soul to the king of hell.

when he's done with that, he locks the hales in and asks kira to take care of them and make sure they're okay while he's gone. she agrees and stiles goes and because he's angry and kind of more dark than i let slip until now so he just. slaughters the hunters that are left. and he enjoys it.

then he shows up to chris argents house, shocks the living hell out of allison because he's still covered in blood and ash, and goes talk to gerard, who is there for alibi purposes. he just flatly tells the truth and asks gerard how many times they've done this now. and the second the old man lets slip the hales weren't the first, stiles goes full Older Derek Hale Mode and slams him against a wall to threaten the living shit out of the man.

by threaten i mean he says that he'll kill him and there's nothing the guy can do about it, cause stiles will find him, no matter how far he runs. yknow bamf dark stiles shit. i am living for writing this scene right now bye

and then he looks at chris and allison. allison looks scared out of her mind and then she asks if thats true. if her family really did something like that. and chris has to look her square in the eye and tell her through gritted teeth that, altough he didnt know about this, yes, they did that to innocent people.

and stiles looks at chris and gives him a nod, because he knows the guy can get this right, he knows allison is strong and fierce and will be fine no matter what. he looks at gerard and sneers at him in disgust. then he leaves like the dramatic bitch he is, but not without ensuring chris will clean this mess up and make an alliance with talia.

he goes back to the house and the only one still awake is peter, and stiles breaks down completely, covered in blood from head to toe and scared out of his mind too. peter holds him, gently leads him into the shower, and helps him get cleaned up, washes his hair, picks out clothes for him, and they go to sleep together.

then, recovery. stiles organizes therapy for derek because lord knows the boy needs it, he nurses the hales healthy, shows them around in the house, they meet his friends, cora and lydia take a particularly special interest in each other, scott is sad because allison broke up with him but stiles visits the argents and talks to her a lot and they become friends too, and he knows scott will get over her eventually, just as she's getting over him.

and stiles shows the hales his life for a while until everyone is recovered, and then they go back to the hale house that he cleaned up already (because, uh, corpses had to be buried, floors had to be cleaned from blood and the smell of magic and mountain ash had to be erased)

and then peter proposes to stiles and they have a beautiful wedding by the lake where cora can talk to lydia, and derek ends up talking to scott quite a lot because scott is nervous and sweet and falls head over heels for the quiet werewolf, and guess who allison ends up with? nobody. because allison is fucking awesome and in the hunter business and she takes it upon her to start cleaning up the community and goes against hunters that are like her aunt just killing innocent people and a relationship with anybody would just be annoying. maybe she realizes she isnt even into relationships, i don't know that yet. aro ally would be interesting, dude.

And then in the end stiles goes to live with the hales and they mend their territory together so he can still visit his friends and he leaves the house to cora who eventually moves there as an adult so she can live with lydia. he and peter move out as well and they go back to town when stiles is ready, because he's lived so freaking long in the fear someone will hunt him down and kill him for his power, and now everything is peaceful. so he puts down his weapons, stops fighting, and lives happily ever after.

and has loads of sex with peter. just because.

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domesticated-feral · 4 years

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Steo Week 2020, Day 2

Title: Why didn't you go M.I.A this time too? (Because, you are Stiles Stilinski)

Prompt: Little League Rating: General Audiences Warnings: There be some beef between Stiles and Theo at the start. WC: 3834

You can also read it on my AO3

Summary:

“Look, I usually go M.I.A on these types of things, so this is my first time,” Theo admitted. “Why didn’t you go M.I.A this time too?” Stiles asked. “Because you are Stiles Stilinski,” Theo said. Stiles smiles and pats Theo’s back, “I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but relax, it’s going to be alright,” he said.

“Also, before you go off, I have the list for the pairings for this year’s science fair, usually you would pick your partner, but due to some of you picking the same people every year-” the teacher announced, eyeing the class- “I made the pairings this year.”

“Man, this sucks,” Scott whispered to Stiles.

“Very,” Stiles agreed.

The teacher started reading out the paired names and Stiles anxiously waited for his name to be called.

“Scott, you’ll be paired with Jackson,” the teacher said.

“Jackson?!” Scott exclaimed as he looked at Jackson, who also had the same expression on his face as well.

“Last but not least, Stiles and Theodore,” the teacher said, folding the list.

“Theo?! Mrs. Garcia, are you sure there isn’t a mistake there?” Stiles yells out.

“Come and look for yourself, Stiles,” she invited Stiles to take a look at the list.

Stiles quickly bounces up to the front of the class and looks at the list that was on her desk. It was without a doubt, ‘Mieczyslaw and Theodore’.

Stiles turns around and stares at Theo who had his usual glare plastered over his disgusting face. He scowls at the boy and goes back to his seat. The bell rings signaling that it was recess. Stiles slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks out of the classroom with Scott following.

“We both are officially dead, you got Jackson, an entitled rich kid and I got Theo, creepy dark kid,” Stiles said.

“Calm down, it’s just a stupid science fair, maybe next year they’d let us choose again,” Scott said opening his locker.

Stiles opens his locker and stuffs his science book inside and slams it shut. He leans against the locker and audibly sighs.

‘It’s just a stupid science fair, Stiles, why are you so worked up?’ he asks himself.

Scott closes his locker and the two sixth graders head off to their usual hangout spot with their friends on the side of the school.

“Who do you think Issac got? And Erica? And Boyd? And Allison?” Stiles asked.

“I dunno,” Scott said.

They walked outside the school to see everyone in their cliques talking about the science fair, the jocks were hanging out near the metal fence at the bleachers and Jackson was eyeing Scott and Stiles as they walked to the side of the school where Issac and Boyd were waiting.

“Hey, where’s Erica?” Scott asks.

“She went to return her book back to the library, she’ll be here in a sec,” Boyd said.

“Allison?” Stiles asked Issac.

“On her way probably,” he replied.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, I got assigned working as a librarian’s assistant before recess,” Allison said.

Erica comes running, completing the gang.

“So, who’d you get for the science fair?” Issac asks.

“Jackson Whittemore,” Scott said.

Everyone grimaced at the sound of the name.

“Well, I got Lydia Martin,” Erica said.

“Greenberg,” Boyd gruffed.

“I got Danny,” Issac said.

“I was paired with Kira,” Allison said.

“Who’d you get Stiles?” Issac asked.

“Theodore Raeken, out of all people, the one I hate the most!” Stiles said.

“You, Scott, and Boyd had the worst luck, I guess,” Erica said, “Lydia is smart and rich, so first place, baby!”

“Well, Greenberg isn’t that bad considering he brings an A in science?” Allison said, trying to comfort Boyd, “and Jackson won’t be that bad, I hope? So is Theo, yeah, he’s creepy, but what’s the worst that could happen?”

It was the last period of the day, Science. Stiles wasn’t that interested in Biology so he mindlessly doodled in the margins of his book when he was unjustly interrupted.

“Hey, Stiles,” Theo said, from behind Stiles.

“What is it, Theodore?” Stiles said turning around.

“Uh, I wanted to ask you what house are we doing the project in?” Theo asks.

Stiles thinks about it for a second and he decides his house would be better because he was not stepping foot inside Theo Raeken’s house.

“Mine,” Stiles answered.

“Ok, cool, when should I come over?” Theo asked again.

‘Never,’ Stiles wanted to say but he stopped himself before he could, “Uhh, how about at 4?”

“Stiles, anything you would like to share with the class?” Mr. Oliver asked.

“Nothing, Mr. Oliver,” Stiles squeaks as he turns around.

“Very well then,” he said before continuing his lecture.

Stiles goes back to doodling on his notebook, that was until he was handed his test back. He got an A, he turns around to try and sneak a peek at Theo’s grade, but Theo already stuffed it in his bag.

“Hmm, What was yours?” Stiles asks, turning around.

“Do you really need to know?” He asks.

“You’re my science fair partner, therefore, yes,” Stiles said.

“D, I hate science,” Theo mutters as he slings his bag on his shoulder.

Stiles puts his test in his bag and walks out with the rest of the class, he walks up to his locker where Scott and Issac were waiting.

“So, Allison told me that she saw you and Theo talking in Biology,” Scott said as they walked down the hallways to the bike racks.

“Yeah, he’s coming over at 4 today, I don’t even know what we will do for our project?!” Stiles said.

“Well, we got one week until the science fair, so I guess you can get to know him a little bit more today?” Issac chimed in.

“Get to know him?! I don’t want to ‘get to know him’!” Stiles said, taking Scott and Issac back by his aggressive tone.

“Whoa, calm down, Stiles, what happened between you and Theo?” Scott asked.

“Do you really want to know Scottie? Do you?” Stiles said as they stopped in front of their bikes.

Scott nods while Issac shakes his head.

“Remember when I had to move to my nana’s house for three months? I never told you why, but it was because my dad got shot and had to be in the ICU for three months. Guess who pulled the trigger, Theodore Raeken’s father,” Stiles said.

“But, isn’t he in jail?” Issac asked.

“Yeah, and anytime I look at Theo, I see that man who shot my dad, I can’t trust him,” Stiles said as he put on his bike helmet.

“What if Theo is different from his dad?” Scott asked, “his dad might be a criminal, but Theo might not be a criminal.”

“I guess we’ll find out today,” Stiles said as he unlocked his bike lock.

They rode their bikes to their neighborhood, Scott and Issac dropped Stiles off before making their way down the cul-de-sac to their house.

Stiles anxiously paced around his house, locking the knife drawer with duct tape and making sure any dangerous pointy objects are out of sight. He even went out of his way and heaved the pointy sculpture from its place above the fireplace and into the basement. It was heavy and it was surely a miracle that Stiles didn’t drop it.

The clock chimes at 4 o’clock and he leans on the window, looking out onto his front yard. He sees Theo walk up and make his way to the porch. Stiles quickly runs and pulls the door open before Theo has a chance to knock.

“Hi,” Theo said, stuffing his hand back in his black jacket.

“Uh, hey, again,” Stiles said.

They both awkwardly stand, before Stiles opens the door further, inviting Theo inside.

“Your house is pretty nice,” Theo said as he looked around.

Stiles nods, “I try to keep it tidy,” he mutters.

Stiles and Theo, being not the warmest of acquaintances to each other, were awkwardly standing -in awkward silence- in the middle of the Stilinski living room. Stiles opens his mouth to say something but he quickly closes it as whatever he was going to say, would sound insensitive.

“Look, I know you’re probably mad at me because of my dad,” Theo began to say, “he did pretty horrible things and I hated him when I found out the truth.”

“He did horrible things, he shot my dad nearly killing him!” Stiles snapped, “I won’t be surprised if you brought a gun to shoot me too!”

Stiles couldn’t stand in front of the boy anymore, he quickly stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut. He throws his bag onto the bed and it bounces off onto the floor. Stiles lets out a yell of exasperation into his pillow and he hears Theo knocking on the door.

“I- I’m sorry for the pain he had caused, but I swear, I don’t want to end up like him. Never. I am his son, but I don’t want to be known for the things he did,” Theo said, from the other side of the door.

Stiles felt as if he saw a new light, he felt a sense of clarity as he realized a very big thing. All Theo wanted was to be seen differently. He didn’t want to be known as the son of the Beacon Hills Bank Robber. Theo was a different being from his father. He was not necessarily bad, neither did it feel like he wanted to, nor he was.

“I- I’m sorry, Theo. I didn’t mean to say that,” Stiles said, apologizing for his remark.

“It’s alright, Stiles, I’ve gotten used to it, it wasn’t like you are the only one to say that,” Theo said, “Can we focus on the science project now?”

“Yeah, I g-guess,” Stiles said as he opened the door to Theo-.

Stiles felt terribly bad, so as Theo settled down in his bedroom, he went out and fetched his jar of home-baked cookies from the kitchen.

“Want a slightly-burned chocolate chip cookie that I made with my dad?” Stiles asked.

“These don’t look slightly burned, they are burned through and through,” Theo said as he took one out of the jar.

“I mean, it doesn’t taste that bad,” Stiles said, biting a big bite of one cookie.

The bitter taste of charred chocolate chip cookie fills his mouth, setting off the gag-reflex as the dry cookie hits the back of his throat. He dashes towards his bathroom, dropping the cookie jar on the carpeted floor.

He spits the crumbs out, as he rinses his mouth with water.

Theo walks up to the bathroom, stopping just under the door frame, “it doesn’t taste that bad, huh?” he said, snickering.

“Shut up, Raeken,” Stiles said as he put toothpaste on his toothbrush.

Stiles brushes his teeth, making sure to brush his tongue too, the dry ashy cookie taste felt like it was stuck in his mouth. He washes his mouth, swishing the water around before spitting it out.

Stiles picks up the cookie jar and puts it back on the shelf in the kitchen, grimacing as he still tasted the bitter taste of death in his mouth.

“Okay, science fair, I have no idea what to do for it, yet,” Stiles said as he sat down on his bed.

“I hate science and I failed science,” Theo said.

“Kiss goodbye the first place, second place, third place, and honorary mention, then,” Stiles said as he took one of his many science books out of the shelf.

“But, I didn’t say that I don’t have an idea for the science fair project,” Theo added.

Stiles shot his head up from the book, “and what is the idea for the science fair?” he asked.

“You can see the amount of iron in your cereal using a magnet, I learned that by accident once,” Theo said.

“How did you find iron in your cereal, do you eat nails for breakfast?” Stiles asked.

“Using a Neodymium Magnet and soaking cereal with water in a Ziploc bag,” Theo said.

“I thought you hated science,” Stiles asked.

“I saw it on T.V and got interested enough to try it out, alright?” Theo said.

“How do we turn this into a science fair project, then?” Stiles questioned.

“Test other cereal brands for iron?” Theo said, sounding unsure about it.

“Fine, I guess, that could work,” Stiles said, “do you still have that Neodymium magnet?”

“Yeah, that thing cost me 50 bucks, I’m not throwing it away after a morning’s use,” Theo said.

“Bring it over tomorrow, and if you got any extra Ziploc bags, bring ‘em too,” Stiles said to Theo.

“How about the cereals?” Theo asked.

“I have 3 different cereal brands in this house, if you have anything that’s different, bring it,” Stiles said, forgetting to say the 3 cereal brands.

“And what are the cereal brands you got?” Theo asks.

“Frosted Flakes, Froot Loops and Kellogg’s cornflakes,” Stiles listed the three.

“I’ll see if I have anything different at my home,” Theo said, “off-topic but why do you have 3 different cereal brands in your kitchen?”

“I have different preferences on different days, Theodore,” Stiles said.

The next day, Theo brings his magnet and a small box of Ziploc bags along with a box of Lucky Charms cereal.

“So, we have to do this and make a visual presentation, so I had my dad buy a bristol board to use as our presentation board,” Stiles said, as he showed Theo the big grey colored paper on the dining table.

“Ok, I also forgot to mention that we need warm water, not cold,” Theo said.

“Lucky for you, I know how to operate a simple electric kettle,” Stiles said as he filled the kettle with water.

They let it cook while Stiles brings out markers and pens from his room to the kitchen. Theo and he weren’t on the best of terms yet, but it was better than it was.

In the 4 days leading up to the science fair, Stiles and Theo had done the science experiments, finished up the visual presentation board, and had played Mario Kart 64 twice. Now, it was time to show their science project to the school.

Stiles met with Theo in the hall and both boys felt the energetic vibes they and the whole school were emitting during the hours before the science fair opened.

They go to their place and set their project up. Stiles rehearsed his lines, making sure there were no up-ticks or stutters during his speech on the project. Stiles’ friends came over to see what he had done, and they were pretty welcoming towards Theo. Maybe he could join their group. Or pack as Scott and Stiles liked to call it.

Soon enough, the science fair opened and the judges began making their rounds.

“Are you ready?” Theo asked, with a look on his face that Stiles had never seen before.

“Sorta, are you?” Stiles said.

“Sorta, I guess,” Theo said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You are completely nervous,” Stiles said.

“Look, I usually go M.I.A on these types of things, so this is my first time,” Theo admitted.

“Why didn’t you go M.I.A this time too?” Stiles asked.

“Because you are Stiles Stilinski,” Theo said.

Stiles smiles and pats Theo’s back, “I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but relax, it’s going to be alright,” he said.

“And the winner of this year’s science fair at Beacon Hills Middle School is,” the principal announces, Stiles anxiously awaits, chewing at his fingernails ever since they did the judges’ evaluation, “Mieczyslaw Stilinski and Theodore Raeken!”

"Oh, My GOD!" Stiles exclaims as he realizes they won and he quickly grabs Theo’s hand and marches up to the stage. The principal hands them a trophy that can be split in two so that both of them can take it home. Stiles looks at the crowd and sees his friends and his dad clap proudly at them winning.

The event ends with a small ending speech by the principal and Stiles scrambles to find his friends.

“Wanna head to Benny’s Creamery?” Scott asks.

“C-could I come?” Theo asks.

“Of course!” Stiles said, slinging his hand over Theo’s shoulders.

They all head over to Benny’s Creamery with Stiles’ dad carpooling them all to the creamery.

Issac was in the passenger seat along with Scott since both boys can fit in the seat, Boyd sat behind the passenger seat with Allison and Erica squished in the middle and Stiles was sitting behind his dad and Theo was awkwardly half on Stiles’ lap and half on the seat.

The squishing did provoke some unsaid feelings between Stiles and Theo, especially Theo, his cheeks were dusted with pink and red.

“Imitating a Solanum Lycopersicum?” Stiles whispered to Theo.

“A what?” Theo asked.

“Tomato, dummy, your face is red like a tomato,” Stiles said.

“Oh, uh, maybe,” Theo said.

His dad pulls up and parks in the small parking area of the store and everyone scrambles out. Stiles notices Theo staying quite far away from everyone as they wait to order. He holds Theo’s hand and pulls him closer.

“And what would you two boys like?” The woman asked Stiles and Theo.

“Cookies and cream with chocolate chips and whip cream in a cone, please,” Stiles said, his usual order.

“Uh, the same?” Theo said.

“Dude, you like cookies and cream with chocolate chips and whip cream too?” Stiles asked.

“Actually, I’ve never been here, so I didn’t know what else to order,” Theo said.

“Well then, trust me, it’s the best!” Stiles said, excitedly.

The lady hands Stiles and Theo two cones and they head over to sit with the rest. The sun had already set, leaving a slight tinge of purple and blue in the sky. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was dark enough for street lights to turn on and illuminate the road.

Stiles’ dad takes pictures of them as they all huddle together with their ice creams. With and without the picture, it was a day that everyone would cherish and remember. Especially Stiles and Theo.

Some time had passed, exactly 1 week and 4 days, as Stiles had counted. Theo is part of the pack, meeting up with the rest at recess now, and every time Stiles sees Theo, he feels weird. Weird as in his feet get restless and cold, his stomach squirms and his voice gets high-pitched than normal.

“What’s up with you these days?” Scott asks, distracting Stiles from his train-of-thought.

“What do you mean what’s up with me? I’m fine, completely fine,” Stiles said.

“What he’s trying to say is, what’s with the jitteriness especially around Theo?” Issac asked.

“What jitteriness?” Stiles asked.

“Hey, should I come to your house to watch Star Wars, tomorrow?” Theo said as he walked up to them.

Stiles stumbles over his words, and his brain frantically goes to panic mode, ‘Say hey, no, say good day, or hey,’ Stiles instructed himself.

“Gay,” Stiles blurts out.

Issac, Scott, and Theo stare at Stiles with the faces of absolute confusion, and Stiles gasps as his brain processes what he just said.

“Oh, uh, no, that’s not what I meant, I meant hey, yes, sure, star wars, tomorrow, si,” Stiles sputtered.

“I think Stiles needs to go to the bathroom right now,” Scott said.

“I do?” Stiles said.

Issac nods and Scott darts his eyes at Theo for a slight second.

“Oh yeah, I do,” Stiles said, turning around to go to the bathroom.

Scott holds his friend by the shoulder and walks him out of the school building. They stop in front of their bikes.

“Stiles, you are a mess,” Issac said.

“Thank you, Issac, but I already looked in a mirror today,” Stiles retorted as he put his helmet on.

“You’re welcome,” Issac said, his lips curling in a mischievous smile.

They ride to their houses and Issac heads home while Scott stops at Stiles’ house. Stiles gets off his bike and so does Scott.

“Do you want to tell me what’s up with you and Theo?” Scott asked.

“That, I don’t know either, Scott, I hated him then, but now, every single time I see him, I get this weird feeling-” Stiles confessed.

“Like you have a crush?” Scott interrupted Stiles.

“Why would I have a crush on Theo? I don’t like boys,” Stiles said.

“I was just suggesting, it’s alright if you do, or don’t, but from my eyes, Stiles, you look like you have a crush on Theo,”

“I mean, it is something, I’m just not sure,” Stiles said.

“You’ll figure it out, soon enough, and oh god,” Scott said, suddenly realizing something.

“What?” Stiles asks.

“I forgot to hide my Reese's peanut butter cup stash from this morning and it’s on my bed, Issac’s going to eat it all!” Scott said, jumping on his bike and riding away.

“You’re dead meat, Issac McCall!” Stiles heard Scott yell as he rode his bike down to their house.

Stiles ponders on what his relationship with Theo was, as he tows his bike into the garage. Were they just friends, and why was he feeling this weird way towards Theo?

‘This is another problem for another day, I got homework to do,’ Stiles thought, brushing the subject off.

The last two months of seventh grade came and went, for summer this year, Stiles and his dad went on a week’s trip to the grand canyon and it was amazing. Stiles had so much to tell everyone when eighth grade started, and as for the feelings towards Theo, they grew larger.

Stiles did try to explore himself more, trying to figure out his feelings for Theo, but he never found a conclusion that was concrete enough for Stiles.

On the eve of Christmas, the pack was all in the McCall household, for a sleepover. It was quite early in the night and they just had dinner, courtesy of Mama McCall, and they all sat in a circle to play truth-or-dare.

“So, Stiles, truth, or dare?” Erica asked.

“Truth,” Stiles picks.

“Out of everyone in this circle, would you choose to go on a date with?” Erica asked.

He thought about the question for a second, was he really going to say Theo, or should he lie and say someone else’s name? He did not know.

“I’m going to have to choose, Theo,” Stiles answered.

They all looked at Theo who was nervously chuckling as his face grew red.

“Theo, huh, would you say the same?” Erica asks, stifling a laugh.

“It’s not even my turn, yet,” Theo protested.

“Answer or you will get the sombrero of shame,” Erica said.

“Yeah, I guess I would say the same,” Theo said.

“Oooh, romance,” Erica sang, “cue the sexy saxophone noises!”

They all laughed and the night continued on, with more truth-or-dare, then they started binging on Christmas movies as everyone fell asleep.

“Stiles,” Theo whispered to the boy, who was still awake.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“Did you mean it?” Theo asked.

“Yeah, believe it or not, I did, did you?” Stiles said, turning his head to face Theo’s gaze.

Theo nods, “I did too,” he said.

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S3A - E4

Alrighty, here we go. Maybe I’ll get a little less fired up this time.

Be Kind, Read More’s (I’m bad at puns or jokes.)

Thoughts:

So, I get that they’re trying to amp up Scott becoming an Alpha or whatever, but I just really hate the concept of dogs needing to know “who the alpha is.” It’s a really harmful myth that leads to a lot of frustration for owners and a lot of fear for their dogs. I actually recommend anyone with a dog, or thinking of getting a dog to look at this video to understand how huge a myth that whole Dominance thing is. He explains it better than I ever could. That also doesn’t work in the show, since we know that all werewolves have sway over dogs. Derek does it like a fucking pro in S1 (Yeah, he scares the dogs, but it’s entirely controlled. The dog didn’t freak until he wanted it to.)

Woooow, Scott actually working at his job? That’s new!

Deaton, mistletoe is poisonous to anyone. Wtf are you on about “to the dog, and you too.” literally everyone is poisoned by mistletoe.

Is this a reference to a movie or something? IT’s so fucking creepy and gross, him sticking his hand under the dumpster and getting bit. And what’s with the whispering??? JENNIFER did you bite someone? WTF? Also, he literally can’t get any closer, dumbass. He’s on his knees right up against the dumpster.

I hate this woman. This show I think has a lot of issues with actual foreshadowing and making villains appear earlier in the show. Like, they knew Jennifer was going to be the villain. So what was all this extra shit? All the random clips of her grading papers and getting spooked walking down the halls of the school. She’s literally committing murder every single night and is far scarier than even werewolves, even without the extra powers. Showing us this stuff directly contradicts her being the villain. I can’t tell if they thought we as an audience were too smart and we’d figure out she was the villain, so they had to cover their tracks extra hard bc we all know that plot twists should only ever happen when it makes no sense, or if they thought we were too dumb to notice that they didn’t put any effort into her character until she starts being actively creepy.

I hate this. I hate all of it. I’m disgusted and nauseous just fucking watching this, knowing that Derek isn’t fucking choosing to do any of this. He’s literally under a spell that’s making him worry about her, because she wants an Alpha guard dog.

I’m also gonna point out that since the show hadn’t told us that Derek was being controlled yet, they were trying to show Derek being interested in Jennifer and trying to make Jennifer someone Derek would be interested in. In order to do that, they made her jumpy, suspicious, anxious, and over-talkative. And crazy smart. With brown hair. Just saying.

The Crucible? Dude, you started the class on The Heart of Darkness literally last Wednesday. Chapters 1-3 weren’t due till last Friday. Why can’t this show fucking make up its mind?

Aannnnd here we go. Love watching Scott laugh about something that he knows Stiles is absolutely terrified by, seeing as Heather DIED. God, if you want Scott to look funny, can you not make him make jokes about something that’s getting people killed and traumatizing his best friend? Jesus.

I...I feel the need to point out that Stiles jumped exactly the same way Jennifer did like two seconds ago....just saying.

Honestly, I like that this Danny did this, not just to fuck with Stiles (in a non-sexy way) but also to try and subtly point out that he can hear them talking about virgin sacrifices. Maybe keep it down boys?

As much as I hate this shaky camera, slow-mo to fast-mo stuff, it’s still so much better than the CGI/Green Screen. Just, so much.

Boys, stop sticking your tongues out while running, you’re gonna bite them off and that shit doesn’t grow back. Also, I wanna give Isaac props here for managing to keep up with Alphas. Speedy Boi. AND, did you notice the look on his face before he ran after them? TOTALLY different from the look on his face before he attacked Cora in the woods. Not play time, kill time.

Those are...those are also not wolf sounds. At least I know Cora wasn’t a sexist thing? Seriously, wolves sound terrifying enough on their own, no need to add in the lion--wait didn’t I read that they don’t use lions roars most of the time, they use tigers instead? Whatever. NO need for the cat noises. I get it for the actual roaring stuff, but the snarls can be wolfy, can’t they?

How long did they have to stand there waiting for the cops to arrive? THe whole class is just standing around in a crowd? You know, I’d believe it, honestly I don’t think Finstock would think to make them go back to the school. He’s not great at the adulting thing.

How--How did Kyle’s girlfriend know? She’s not on the track team, is she?

I hate this whole “He’s got a point” thing. Stiles admitted that he agreed the Alphas were connected somehow but his reasoning is perfectly sound. Are you seriously telling me that Scott didn’t talk to Deaton about this? We can assume he did, because it’s Scott and he tells Deaton Everything. But that means Deaton DIDN’T tell him what he knew, openly lying to him. And none of that should matter anyway, because Stiles is Scott’s best friend. It is not too much to ask for him to just believe Stiles. In fact, it’s pretty fucking basic friendship stuff.

ALSO I hate that Isaac appears to give zero fucks about Erica. “They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me” But no mention of Erica? Or of how they imprisoned erica and boyd for four months? No mention of his own pack members? Seriously?

Hi cora. Hi derek. I really really wish you were going to be a reprieve from the bullshit of the rest of the episode so far, but instead you’re going to break my heart by refusing to give me even the slightest hint at Derek and Cora giving any kind of fucks about each other and finding out that the sibling they thought was dead is not dead. Nothing. We get absolutely Nothing. I don’t even get to see where the FUCK Cora got the exercise clothes from? Did they go shopping? did they go find her bag of clothes that got left in a building somewhere when she was taken? Huh? SOMETHING?

I’m just so...disappointed, and it’s definitely not directed at Derek.

Also, Derek, your alarm sucks ass if it only tells you that someone’s at your place once they’re outside the door.

I’m gonna be honest, Derek does need to work on his ranged combat. He’s all about the up close and personal, our boy needs a quarterstaff or something. Maybe a bat?

Sup duke? I hate your guts.

Sup Harris? I hate your guts too.

I don’t--I don’t even wanna talk about this scene with the twins. I just...what the absolute fuck? Those kids need so much therapy. I just feel ill. Also stop with the making werewolves masochists for some reason! Stop it! It’s boring and dumb!

I literally refuse to believe any of that had plot relevance. I think the twins are just being assholes for the fun of it. That is so convoluted in so many ways.

Other than the really really overdone British villain trope thing, I literally have nothing to say about this scene. Other than, you know, the part where Derek outright refuses to kill his pack even with a fucking PIPE through his CHEST, yet somehow we’re meant to believe that he wanted to kill them on the full moon even when he had no proof that they’d hurt anyone? Love that logic. Yah. Uh huh. Side note: why do I even like this show? Side Side note: It’s cus’ Derek and Stiles and Cora and Isaac and Boyd and Erica and Lydia are all fucking awesome. Honestly, Allison too. And Danny. And Jackson. And Kira when she comes in. Even Malia has potential

Isaac, honey, you have claustrophobia and that’s a legitimate medical concern that Harris would need to make adjustments for.

HI BOYD. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD. Thanks for stabbing me in the heart with that friend comment. My everything hurts now. I love you. Also, bye, cus’ you don’t come back for the entire rest of the episode. awesome.

Is it even remotely okay for the school to make students handle chemicals and fuck with the janitor’s stuff/do custodial work? Like, detention is detention and the school/Harris has no business using the students for free labor.

Fucking pathetic. I hate this stupid Alpha command thing. I hate this whole plotline and no I’m NOT going to stop complaining about it any time soon. It’s stupid as fuck.

Stiles how do you expect Lydia to know about this shit when no one fucking talks to her except you??? SEE? YOU SEE? THAT is how you use humor in a tense situation!

Lydia, Stiles is human.

Please stop with the sexual tension, it’s pissing me off. Allison fired over a dozen arrows into Erica and Boyd, then help her grandfather kidnap and torture them and sliced Isaac to ribbons. I’m not done being mad at her, and Isaac Damn Well shouldn’t be either.

Okay WHAT? Since when is English the last class of the day? It was their first class an episode ago! What the fuck are you talking about? and WHY are you writing “Great Expectations” on the board!!???? Even if The Crucible was for a different class you’re STILL ON HEART OF DARKNESS.

I just-I get that they’re teenagers, but that’s seriously the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen and even though Allison’s still pretty high on my shit list at the mo, she’s way too smart not to know that this is stupid as fuck. Just because the Alphas are being stupid doesn’t mean you PISS THEM OFF. Nothing you just did HELPED at ALL. You didn’t Hinder them or Weaken them or ANYTHING. You just played a stupid ass prank???

So...Stiles has a free period in the last period of the day? When no one else does? Yet somehow he’s in all their classes AND we SAW him AND LYDIA in Scott and Allison’s English class? ALSO the twins are Miraculously now in the English class as well, even though they weren’t there on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL??? WHat the FUCK This is a show about HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and you can’t be fucked to actually get their stupid fucking Schedule right? The same with the full moon. The two things that should always be consistent are the FULL MOONS for the WEREWOLVES and the SCHOOL SCHEDULE for the STUDENTS. You spend hours of episode planning time on making outfits and references to horror movies, but you can’t get A SIMPLE FUCKING TIMELINE right?

I know Stiles hasn’t talked to Deaton all that much so far in the show, but this is a really weirdly long introduction to him asking Deaton for info, when I honestly expected him to just push in and say, “HEY, so how about those human sacrifices, huh? You keeping something from us again?”

I hate them cutting up these scenes so much. Derek’s effectively been pinned to the ground for an entire school day at this point.

Actually, this little speech of Duke’s is where I got a huge headcanon for the show about how truly monstrous Duke and the rest of the Alphas are. He says he didn’t know that killing your own Beta adds their power to yours. But, shouldn’t that be like a really well known thing in this werewolf world of horrific murders and “Rite of passage, into his pack” mentality that the show seems insistent on showing us? Instead, I think that Duke is actually like he says he is. The Demon Wolf. He’s a fucking demon and all werewolves know it, because he and his pack are disgusting and twisted enough to kill their own pack. I firmly believe, beyond all reason because fuck this show, that Alphas have a biological imperative to protect their pack, to keep them safe and happy and provide for them. That the reason no Alphas really knew about what happens when you kill your own Beta is because no one ever would. It’s the most taboo, horrific thing a werewolf can do, harming their own pack. Their own family.

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE’s FACES. ESPECIALLY DEREK’S.

I love Derek’s line so much. “You’re a fanatic.” Like. Yes. Completely shutting him down. That was so good.

Also, Duke. you literally just said “You’ll get to know me.” and now you’re mad because “Know me? You’ve never seen anything like me.” I wish someone would just pick him up by the scruff and toss him out a window.

What’s with the sudden lightning? and why is the thunder happening at the same time?

I have literally had the fifteen minute rule held over my head so many times. We once got locked outside our orchestra room for fifteen-minutes and one of the secretaries from the front office had to let us in, and then they had to send us a sub teacher because ours was sick but even though she called in, they’d hadn’t bothered to call the sub yet. the fifteen minute rule doesn’t exist, and I wish so fucking badly that it did. PLUS. I thought School was OVER????

Stiles, you should know better. The Celts were accused of human sacrifice by the Romans, who were trying to demonize them and take over their land. (which is pointless, since the Romans participated in tons of human sacrifice, even if they didn’t explicitly call it that. Anybody heard of the fucking Colosseum?) Plus, there isn’t any actual evidence that isn’t from extremely biased Latin texts that indicates the Celts performing human sacrifices as religious rites. You’re right though, cus’ the show does pull a lot from the concept of Celtic Druids. It just does it horrifically badly and completely misconstrues them by using the modern myth of the druids rather than the historical reality of them. I was a classics major, with an obsession on Druidic practices. Fight me about it.

Thank you Stiles, for calling Deaton out. Also, what does Deaton mean ten years? He was the Hale emissary six years ago. Jesus christ, this isn’t hard.

I hate to say it, but that is correct, Deaton. Druids were philosphers and scholars. That’s because Druid was a SOCIAL CLASS not a JOB. They didn’t believe they were “keeping the world in balance’ but they believed the world was MADE UP of balances. The Celts didn’t believe in letting people die for the sake of “maintaining the balance.” Their social structure was based on equality between the sexes and community ownership (a bit like socialism, it’s actually why the Romans hated them so much, they represented the exact opposite of Roman Ideals of hierarchy and private ownership with the male head of family in charge) But I digress. My bad.

Cue the dropbox ad

So what’s with the chanting? There wasn’t chanting when Heather was taken? Or Emily? Is the method of abduction supposed to be different for every group?

Ooooh, Dell school computers. Did they lose their Mac contract?

Oh Look! It’s the consequences of your actions!

They have so much time to react and do something to keep the boys from merging while they’re busy taking their dumb shirts off.

For the record, Druid is not the gaelic word for “wise oak”. It’s generally accepted to mean “oaken knowledge” or, less literally, “the one whose knowledge is great” (since oak was considered to signify greatness). But those are just semantics and I’m not as bothered by it. I’m MORE bothered by the use of the word “Darach” which does NOT mean Dark oak. “ach” is an Irish suffix meaning “Belonging to” and Darach is an NAME, as in like Emily or Janice, it’s a Name not a title. One that means “belonging to the oak” (actually, it’s masculine, so it would mean “Son of oak”). Scottish Gaelic and Irish are still real languages and you mistranslating things and taking words from their already incredibly oppressed and abused culture is really fucking annoying. So, uh. yeah. Listen, this is one of my few areas where I know anything so I had to complain about it. I get that it’s just a show. I really do. But it’s my post, so meh. Also, you bet your ass I have opinions on the concept of a Nemeton as well. But that’s not for now.

I find it kinda hilarious that none of the names on those papers had last names. Tom. Terry. Tim P. almost has a last name.

and now we break my fucking heart. Actually, first I wanna give this show some props for once. The music they use for this season is very drum based, very repetitive, and it really helps with the ritualistic vibe they seem to be going for. The chanting, etc. I worry about what they pulled that stuff from, cus’ if it’s from actual religions that’s fucking dicey, but the atmosphere is good.

NOW we break my fucking heart. Fucking fuck. It hurts, especially knowing that Isaac already had one flashback today. And then they have to go and add anger to my turmoil by having him go to SCOTT. Fuck scott. I fucking hate this.

Bye Harris. No, wait, I have questions. So Harris helped Jennifer somehow. By...what, helping her fake her identity? Was he her reference for getting the job at the school? Or did he help her with the killings, by finding her students/teachers who fit the bill? When he says “They’ll figure you out” is he talking about the cops or the wolves? Does he know about the supernatural? If he does, does that mean that he knew who Kate was when she found him in that bar? Bye Harris.

Last Thoughts: I’ll give this episode props. It had sunlight in it. Uh...I honestly can’t think of anything else I enjoyed. This shit, this shit is why people write fanfiction. These mistakes with the timeline and the schedule and the character’s whose personalities flip back and forth at random? The refusal to acknowledge trauma and deal with it appropriately? I honestly don’t even know how to feel about the show selling this Derek/Jennifer romance to us and then revealing at the end that he was under a literal spell the whole time. That he had sex with her while under the influence of her magic. That these oh so brief moments where we actually get to see Derek smiling and joking and see a hint at his personality and his intelligence and maybe even his past, they’re all forced on him. It’s all a trick. He has sex with her while he’s incapable of giving consent. It’s fucking rape, shown on-screen. And the show portrayed this as romantic, for the sake of their stupid fucking plot twist. We were encouraged to like this relationship because we didn’t know he was being Controlled. Ugh. Bleh. Plus there’s the whole thing where once again Stiles is being ignored and Lydia has no clue what’s going on, and Deaton is hiding things from everyone and Boyd is barely a character. And Allison’s behavior is never dealt with, and Scott is just...Scott. This is why I make changes.

#personal #rape: tw #anti-scott mccall #TeenWolf-Rewatch

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 4 years

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The Three Douches

Teen Wolf Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Notes: None

Warnings: None

Dialogue Prompts: None

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

Self defense. I’ve been taught since I was in middle school. I guess being an Argent helps. It takes a lot of eye coordination and over all good fighting skills. I train mostly with Allison or my dad. I used to train with Kate when I was in 8th grade, but she’s no longer with us. My father doesn’t really like to talk about her, so it’s hard to not think of her. After my training sessions I’ll sometimes have bruises or cuts. When people ask me why I have them my common one is “I take defense classes” . Which is true, but for different reasons then other people. My major issue is: I can’t seem to control my anger. For example: When a guy on the lacrosse team hits on me, its very hard not to punch him in his little pretty face. Let’s just say that Scott and Stiles have prevented me from any of those type of situations.

I walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High School. Three boys stand by my locker, “Dammit” I murmured. Keller, Chad, and Conner are the major douches at my school. After Jackson left, they took over. I might’ve hit Keller last year for hitting on me and Allison for the 5th time. He always goes out of his way to flirt with any girl in sight. I quickly hide behind a wall trying to get rid of them. “Who’re you hiding from?” Someone asked. I jump from the sudden voice and see Kira there with a smirk. “Keller and his pose,” I replied. I peered around the corner and saw that they were still standing there. “Think you can help?” I asked. She nodded and we began walking down the hallway. We stopped at my locker and I began to unlock it without starting a conversation with the intruders. Kira stood beside me watching the three eye me up and down. “Hey Y/n!” Chad said. I rolled my eyes and continued to gather my items. “How’s it going?” Conner added. Kira and I exchanged a look, she just shrugged. I sighed, “It’s going good.” I answered.

“Coming to Practice?” Keller asked. “Well, She can’t really miss it cause she’s....she’s apart of the...” Kira attempted to help, “Team.” She finished and stepped back. “Yes I am,” I closed my locker and gripped my lacrosse bag, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we would really like to get to first period.” I continued. Kira stood beside me as we tried to get through, but the boys created a baracaid. “That wasn’t a question,” I gave them a look, “Move.” Soon the five minute bell rang. “Um,” Kira cleared her throat, “She said move, Politely.”

“I know.” Keller smirked. I squeezed my hands into fists as they continued to pester us. “Just,” I breathed through my nose, “Please Move.” The three crossed their arms and stood their ground. “Oh my god,” I mumbled, “Look, I’m sure you three have first period as well and I would really not like to get detention.” They looked at each other and chuckled. My hands started to hurt as I tightened my grip on the straps of my bags. I looked around and saw other students had started walking to their classes. I looked at the Kitsune and we walked to the left hoping they wouldn’t follow, but instead they stood in front. I gave Kira the look and she nodded her head from side to side. I dropped my bag, “I really don’t want to punch you. So...Please...Just...Move.” I said slowly. I stared at Keller’s icy blue eyes. I saw Allison, Malia and Lydia walk around the corner from the other end of the hallway. “Well, Keller doesn’t have to go anywhere because its free period for him.” Chad countered. I smiled at Chad and focused back on Keller, “What do you want?” I asked.

“For you to go out with me.” He answered. “Y/n wont-” Kira began but I put a hand on her shoulder stopping her. Allison had made her way over to me and whispered, “I’m sure Stiles wouldn’t appreciate that.” She stepped back and smiled. Lydia grabbed my lacrosse bag and slung it over her shoulder knowing whats about to happen. I scrunched up my fist and punched Keller. Conner and Chad stepped aside with looks of fear drawn on. Their leader fell on the floor clutching his nose. Lydia handed me my belongings, “Good job!” Lydia laughed. I chuckled while still holding my fist. “We probably should go,” Allison commented. I took her suggestion, we cautiously walked down the hallway hoping that we wouldn’t encounter our Principles wrath.

I could finally relax once first through sixth period were over. I only had two more periods left till practice. Then I could go home and just release my stress. The gang and I walked to the cafeteria to grab our lunch. I’m surprised that Kira could keep the secret. I specifically told the girls not to tell Stiles. He hates when I punch people at school. We sat at a picnic table outside waiting for everyone to arrive. Kira shifted in her seat. “You okay, Kira?” Lydia questioned. “I just can’t handle not telling the boys what Y/n did.” The girl replied. “It’s easy,” I claimed, “If they ask why you’re so fidgety just say that you’re anxious for a test in your science class.” I continued. “But that would be lying.” Kira said. “Yes, but its for a good cause.” Lydia agreed. We nodded and Kira huffed clearly giving up.

Soon Stiles, Scott and Isaac walked over. Stiles sat beside me. I glanced down at my knuckles and noticed a bruise was forming on my knuckles. I quickly pulled down my sleeve. “How was everyone’s morning?” Stiles asked breaking the silence. “Good.” I responded. Kira continued to fidget in her seat. Lydia, Allison and I eyed her. I kicked her underneath the table. “Ow,” Kira winced, “I mean. Wow my morning was great!” She gave Lydia, Allison and I a thumbs up. The boys seemed clueless, but they gradually forgot about it. I sighed in relief when the bell rung. Stiles held my hand as we walked to chemistry. After the two periods Scott,Stiles and I made our way to lacrosse practice.

I quickly changed into my uniform and met the team on the field. I stood next to my best friend and boyfriend. Keller, Chad and Conner gave me looks as they walked past. Stiles gave me a look of concern. I shrugged and acted like I had know idea. Practice soon started and Coach ordered us to line up. I stood behind Keller, which was not the smartest idea. Chad and Conner took their places behind me. I looked behind me for a split second and saw them giving me glares, “Shoot.” I looked ahead of me and attempted to forget their presence. “This is is going to be difficult.” I mumbled. Coach ordered us to practice shooting at the goal. Keller quickly talked with Chad and Conner. My heart beat sped up as they spoke. Their leader eventually retrieved back to his stance in front. My heart beat sped up as they spoke, Scott could probably hear it. Coach blew his whistle and yelled, “Let’s go!”

Keller shot the lacrosse balls at the goalie. The player missed them twice and hit the poles holding the white net. I breathed in and out and focused on my teammate. I swung the ball, It hit the back of the net. I reached down to grab another one but they were all gone. I looked behind me and Chad was holding it. I glared at him. He passed it to me, it hit my bruised hand which caused me to wince. I swung the stick again and the ball flew above the goal. The three douches laughed at my miss. I slouched my shoulders and made my way to the back of the line. I hadn’t seen Keller poke his stick out which made me stumble. I walked to the back of the line behind Stiles. “What did you do?” My boyfriend questioned. “Nothing.” I sighed.

“I’ve never seen those three that mad at someone since 7th grade,” He commented, “What did you do?”

“I might’ve punched him,” I lowered my head, “I’m sorry, If I hadn't punched him I would have a date with Keller.” Stiles looked at me and rolled his eyes (GIF above). He then sighed heavily and looked at the jerks then me. “Thank you.” He said and kissed my forehead. “Y/L/N !! Stilinski!” Coach yelled, “Save it for after practice!!” We stepped apart and focused.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #lacrosse #douche bags

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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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So Close - S.S. XIX

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 - S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12 Part 6 Part 7 - S3AE1 Part 8 - S3AE2 + S3AE3 Part 9 - S3AE4 Part 10 - S3AE5 + S3AE6 Part 11 - S3AE7 + S3AE8 Part 12 - S3AE9 + S3AE10 + S3AE11 Part 13 - S3AE11 + S3AE12 Part 14 Part 15 - S3BE1 + S3BE2 Part 16 - S3BE3 + S3BE4 Part 17 - S3BE5 + S3BE6 Part 18 - S3BE7 + S3BE8 + S3BE9 Part 19 - S3BE10 + S3BE11

Word-count: 4.4k+

A/N: i’ve been working on season four the past few days and it’s genuinely funny how little i remember of anything post-season three. also should i just link to the masterlist instead of listing all the parts above?

You were still kneeling over Derek when Scott came in. Only, you didn’t know that it was him and Kira, so the moment you noticed the movement you threw one of the knives at his head. Kira caught it just in time.

“Woah,” Scott exhaled, still staring at the knife in Kira’s hand. “What happened?”

“They disappeared,” Allison answered. “They literally just vanished.”

“Yeah, and so did Stiles,” you said. You stood up and held a hand out to Derek. He winced as you helped him up and you noticed how bad the gash on his shoulder looked. “Hey, you okay?”

“It’ll heal,” he said briskly. “We need a new plan. Now.”

The five of you explained what happened to Scott and Kira, and they told you about Kira’s mom and the army medic, Rhys. She’d created the nogitsune. Her own mark for vendetta. You stayed with Derek after everyone else left and helped him set up his chessboard to mimic the one the nogitsune had left.

“And what are the two of you doing?” Peter asked. “More importantly, Derek, why aren’t you healing?”

“It’s from one of their swords. It’ll heal,” Derek said

“And we’re trying to set up a board like the one in Stiles’ room,” you said. “I used to play with him when we were younger so I know his moves but this is … different.”

“Of course it’s going to be different when he’s playing without rules,” Peter said, rolling his eyes as he did.

“What does that mean?” Derek asked.

“You’re dealing with the kind of spirit that’s lived too long to play by human rules,” Peter explained. “It’s a fox spirit that chose to become human. And supposedly, that’s something they can do only after about a hundred years.”

You looked up at Derek. That would explain why the nogitsune in Stiles was such a piece of work; it had time to perfect the art of being an ass.

“Besides,” Peter continued as he put on his jacket, “Chess is Stiles’ game. It’s not the game of a Japanese fox.”

You stayed up with Derek a little while longer and helped him clean up his wound. When you were done, he told you to go home and get some sleep. You argued but eventually he got his way. You ran into Cora and Isaac when you were heading to the elevators.

“Isaac!” You beamed up at him before pulling him into a hug. “I didn’t know they released you. How are you feeling?”

“Like a whole new man,” he said. You laughed but there was a glint in his eye that you didn’t recognize.

“That’s great. I’m really happy for you,” you said, shoving your hesitance away. You were just being paranoid because of Stiles. “And now Cora can sleep on something that’s not a waiting room bench.”

Cora didn’t laugh at your joke, but she gave you a similar half-smile. Maybe they were just tired.

“Okay, well, see you around,” you said before stepping into the elevator.

Isaac waved at you slowly as the doors closed and Cora just kept giving you a blank stare.

---

“The couch. Put him on the couch,” Scott said as he and Aiden carried Stiles’ body in.

You’d been coming up with a plan in Scott’s room for most of the morning when Lydia called. She sounded crazed, but she swore that she and Aiden found Stiles’ body and he was freezing. They thought he was dead.

“Guys, this is crazy,” Melissa said. “He needs to be in the hospital.”

“Mom, do you remember what happened the last time he went to the hospital?” Scott asked.

Deaton pulled up Stiles’ shirt slightly. He had a new cut across his lower stomach, and for a second you thought it was still the one you gave him and that it just didn’t heal. Deaton raised the shirt a bit higher and you saw that yours had already scarred over.

“It doesn’t look like he’s bleeding,” he said. “I think he might ever be healing.”

“You mean healing like we heal?” Aiden asked.

“He’s got to,” you said. You pointed your scar. “He got that a few days ago when I stabbed him.”

“You stabbed him?” Scott asked.

“He attacked me, remember?” you said, very carefully leaving out the kiss. You got flustered and stepped back. “Besides, that’s not the point. What does it mean if he’s healing like them?”

“It’s good for him,” Deaton started, “I’m not so sure if it’s good for us.”

“I think we should kill him,” Aiden said. “He’s knocked out. We could end this.”

“No!” practically everyone in the room snapped at him.

“Well, if we’re not gonna kill him then why aren’t we at least tying him down with really big chains?” he asked.

“I might have something more effective,” Deaton said as he opened his medical bag.

He pulled out a very familiar glass bottle and motioned for Scott and Aiden to hold Stiles down and open his mouth. When they did, he moved closer and started pouring the clear liquid out of the dropper and down his throat.

Stiles started thrashing almost immediately. He grabbed Aiden’s hand before reaching for his neck. Your throat burned in response as you watched Aiden yell for someone to get Stiles off of him.

“Kanima venom,” Stiles said, his shaking hand lowering to his side. He looked over at you. “Nice touch.”

Aiden started growling and moving in on Stiles, partially shifting in the process.

“You know they say that twins get a feeling when the other one’s in pain?” Stiles asked. “You didn’t lose that talent, too, did you?”

Aiden stopped.

“Oh, I hope not. You’re going to need it,” Stiles continued. Aiden looked over at Scott. “Okay, I’ll give a little hint: Ethan’s at the school.”

“Go,” Scott told him.

That was all the encouragement Aiden needed. Stiles laughed as he left, rolling his back to rest on the couch.

“Oh, I hope he gets there in time,” Stiles said. “I like the twins.”

“Yeah, you might be the only one,” you mumbled, looking gown to gather yourself.

Stiles turned his back and looked at you. “But you like Isaac, right? Oh, and, uh, what’s her name again? Cora?”

“Scott-” you started cautiously. He nodded at you and you took off after Aiden, grabbing the car keys off the counter.

“Have fun!”

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When you pulled into the school parking lot, Allison was running inside. You ran to catch up with her. “Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked.

“Some of my equipment’s missing and the trackers say it’s here,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“I think Isaac and Cora are going to kill the twins,” you said.

“Oh.” She stopped for a second and looked at you before nodding. “That’s probably more important than a missing stun gun, right?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

When you managed to find them, Cora and Isaac were closing in on Kira. What was she doing here? You didn’t have time to ask. Allison hit Isaac with the crossbow and he stumbled a few feet back. Cora growled and moved closer so you threw a knife at her to keep her at bay.

The twins started waking up as Isaac started getting back on his feet. As they stepped forwards, all three of them were shifting. It was almost menacing enough to distract from Cora circling around the back.

“This probably isn’t good for us,” you said as you, Allison, and Kira started taking steps backward. As soon as you could, you pushed them into Coach’s office and slammed the door behind you. They shoved the desk up against the door.

“Was that a good idea?” Kira asked, looking panicked.

“Probably not,” Allison answered.

You watched Cora and Isaac turn on the twins. For a moment it was roaring and heavy breathing but then they lashed out. It was going to be a bloodbath.

“They’re not gonna kill each other, are they?” Kira asked.

“Cora will rip them apart before she lets them get close to Isaac,” you said.

“Didn’t she end up hospitalized when she fought one of them?” Allison asked.

“That was when they were alphas,” you said, taking out the electricized nightstick and pulling it out to its full length. “But we need to stop this before it gets to that.”

The three of you left Coach’s office and into the hallway, getting ready to go into the locker room through the hallway doors. The plan was for you and Kira to go in through one, and for Allison to cover you from the other.

“And, guys, remember, try not to kill them,” Allison said before placing a hand on the door.

“I was just going to try to stay alive,” Kira said.

“That works, too,” you said, opening the door and rushing in.

Allison shot each of the twins and Kira started fighting with Cora. That left you with one very angry Isaac.

“Okay, buddy, I need you to know I’m sorry about this,” you said as he stepped closer. He threw his hand out to slash your face and you ducked, thrusting the nightstick up and listening to crackling noise as it made contact with him. He let out a yelping noise and you whacked him with it again, but it was enough for Cora to forgot all about Kira and start in on you.

“Allison, bow!” you yelled. She threw you the crossbow and you tossed Kira the nightstick. You shot arrow after arrow into Cora but she kept coming closer. Eventually, you, Kira, and Allison ended up back to back, all with weapons that weren’t your specialty.

But somehow you managed to subdue the wolves; Kira taking out Cora and you and Allison each taking out a twin. You called Deaton as soon as it was over and he told you about what happened to Stiles.

The nogitsune split them and took Lydia with him.

You dragged all of the werewolves into the shower and started running the water like he said, and when Deaton got there he started extracting the flies from them. It looked painful and made you sick. He shut off the water when he was done.

“Are they okay now?” you asked. You were holding Isaac close to your chest, arms around his shoulders. He used one hand to hold your arms and the other to hold onto Cora.

“I hope so,” Deaton answered. “The part that’s worrisome is that this was most likely just a distraction for what was happening to Stiles.”

“There’s really two of them now?” Kira asked, biting her lip.

“How is that even possible?” Allison asked. “And how did the other one just take Lydia?”

“We turned around and they were gone.” Deaton shook his head. “So was her car.”

“We can track her car,” you said. “It’s part of her insurance package.”

“They’ve most likely gotten rid of it by now,” Deaton said. “But I’m sure Sheriff Stilinski is handling it.”

“Hold on, how do you know which Stiles is which?” Kira asked.

“That’s what they’re trying to figure out now,” Deaton said.

You looked at Deaton for a second before figuring it out. When you did, you rushed out of there with Kira and sped back to your house. If they were really bringing the oni forth, they could kill him. They would kill him. And you knew it was irrational because that meant the real Stiles was safe somewhere else but … but what if he wasn’t? What if they killed him because some part of the nogitsune was left behind? Like a shadow?

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked when you and Kira got into the house, glaring at anyone who was brave enough to make eye contact with you.

“It’s okay,” Stiles said gently, holding a hand out to get you to stop. “I’m the one who asked her to come.”

“You’re the one who’s going to get stabbed with swords,” Kira corrected. “Mom, don’t do this to him.”

“It is already done,” Mrs. Yukimura said. Stiles started walking towards her slowly.

“Stiles-” you caught his wrist. He was freezing. “Please don’t do this.”

“You of all people know that I’ve gotta do this,” he said. “If I’m me, I’ll be fine. Promise. Go stand with Scott.”

The oni appeared and your argument died on your lips. He stepped away from you and they grabbed him, making those horrible clicking noises. When they were done, Stiles fell to the floor and you dropped down to cradle him.

“Look behind his ear,” Kira’s mom said.

You did. A backward five, just like yours.

“It worked,” Scott said breathlessly.

“So, I’m actually me?” Stiles asked. You felt close to crying, but he looked like he was going to any minute now.

“More you than nogitsune,” Mrs. Yukimura answered.

“Can the Oni find him?”

“Tomorrow night. It’s too close to dawn now,” she said.

Stiles scrunched up his face before taking a shaky breath. “Can they kill him?”

“It depends on how strong he is,” she said. Her input was remarkably unhelpful.

“What about Lydia?” Scott asked. “Why would he take her?”

“He would only take her for an advantage,” Mrs. Yukimura said. “The power of a banshee.”

“That’s not really making me feel better,” you said with a sigh. Absentmindedly, you ran a hand through Stiles’ hair. He was still so close.

She smiled at you. “You can take comfort knowing that this will be over soon.”

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You didn’t speak as Scott drove the three of you to the station. All you did was sit in the back and look at the side of Stiles’ face. It was really him. And he looked genuinely worried about going to meet his dad.

“Now, if only I could find my keys,” Noah mumbled to himself.

“In your coffee cup,” Stiles said from the door. You and Scott were just behind him, holding worried hands. “You always drop them in your empty cup.”

It took Noah a second to get over his shock before he ran out from behind his desk and wrapped his son in a hug. Stiles met him halfway. They spoke quietly for a few seconds and you watched Scott walk past them to get to Noah’s desk.

“Is it over?” Noah asked.

Scott picked up Noah’s keys from his coffee cup and closed his hand around them. “Not yet.”

Scott told Noah about what happened with Stiles and the nogitsune, and how he kidnapped Lydia after the split. You sat on the couch and fussed with the bottom of your sleeves. Noah put an APB out on Lydia’s car.

“Isn’t there anything else that we can do?” Scott asked.

“At this hour?” Noah asked before taking a breath. “No, not really.”

“He took her for a reason, Dad,” Stiles said. “Look, if we can figure out the why, maybe we can figure out the where.”

“Okay,” Noah said. He looked over his shoulder. “What would a nogitsune need with a banshee?”

“I don’t know. Lydia’s pretty good at finding dead bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body?” Stiles looked at Scott to see what he thought.

“Scott, you know more about this than all of us,” Noah said.

“Me?”

“You said you got the whole story from Noshiko,” Noah said.

“Yeah, but that happened during World War II,” Scott said, sounding confused. “Like seventy years ago.”

“Wait, what did you say?” Stiles asked. You looked up at him, recognizing the lilt in his voice.

“Noshiko told me about the internment camp-”

“No, no, no. Before that.” Stiles looked at his dad. “You said ‘the whole story?’”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, getting up to move closer to them. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a girl at Eichen House. Her name’s Meredith,” Stiles explained. “I think she might be able to help.”

Noah got Parrish to get Eichen House on the phone and ask about Meredith. When he came back with the news, he said that she’d been moved to the closed unit because of behavioral issues. She wouldn’t stop screaming.

Noah said that he’d go collect Meredith if the three of you promised to wait for him in his office. You did, and it was the most awkward time you’d ever spent with Scott and Stiles. You were all quiet until Scott got up to find something to drink. You immediately said that you’d go with him.

“Actually, uh, Y/N, would you mind staying?” Stiles asked. He was sitting on Noah’s desk.

You bit your lip and looked at Scott. He nodded at you. “I guess not.”

“Thanks,” he said quietly. He took a deep breath when Scott closed the door behind him. “Are we … ever going to talk about it?”

The kiss, before or after the MRI? The attack? You weren’t sure. “Talk about what?”

“Well, uh, before all this … you kissed me,” he said. Oh. “And I think you asked me out when your mom sedated me.”

“Stiles, I-”

He lifted up a hand and you fell silent, pulling away slightly. He dropped his hand.

“You’re afraid of me?” he whispered.

“Stiles, I know it wasn’t you,” you said, taking steps forward. “I- I don’t know why I’m still acting like this. You and me, we’re-”

“Different now,” he said, looking down. You’d reached your hands out for his face while you spoke, but stopped just short when he said it was different. “It’s okay. I get it.”

You didn’t know what to say.

“You wanted to go get something to drink?” he asked. “There should be something in the fridge in the break room.”

You bit your lip as you got up and headed for the door. You stopped with your hand on the doorknob. “I meant what I said before,” you said softly. You looked him in the eyes. “When this is all over … you’re taking me out on a real date. Okay?”

Stiles nodded and looked down again. You didn’t wait to listen if he said anything else.

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Stiles was asleep on the couch and you and Scott were taking turns watching over him. It was still your turn, but you needed to do something other than stare at his sleeping face, so you were making tea. You started listening carefully when they started talking. Stiles was in a lot of pain, having nightmares, and he was freezing.

“Hey, Y/N!” Scott called.

The sudden noise made you drop the teaspoon you were holding. “Yeah?”

“Meredith’s at the school,” he said. “Stiles and I are going to talk to her. You coming?”

You picked up your spoon and set it on the counter. “Yeah, of course.”

The people from Eichen House were already there when the three of you got to the school. You rushed inside to find Kira and look for Meredith, and when you did you also found Coach standing over a newly tazed nurse telling you to get Meredith out of there.

You and Stiles each took one of Meredith’s arms and the five of you ran out, piling back into the Jeep. Kira left somewhere between running out of the school and getting in the Jeep, but you tried not to focus on it as you sat in the back with Meredith.

“Okay-” Stiles took a breath “-Where’s Lydia?”

“Who’s Lydia?” Meredith asked.

You looked over at Scott and then to Stiles. “Lydia’s our friend. She- she went missing-”

“She was kidnapped.”

“-And we were hoping you knew how to find her,” you finished.

“I don’t know where Lydia is,” Meredith said.

“Okay.” Stiles turned around and started the Jeep. “Good talk.”

He drove kind of erratically back to the house and you rushed Meredith inside when he stopped. You came to a sudden stop when you saw your dad and Isaac together, and Stiles didn’t see in time so he stumbled into your back. Instinctively, you reached for each other’s hands to steady yourselves, but when you realized what you were doing, you pulled away.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked, not noticing that you were having an internal crisis.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Rafael said.

“Actually, no. You see, we actually live here,” you said, waving your hand around as you did.

“And- and we’ve got a free period.” Stiles rushed out that part, covering your snark with an easily bought lie. “We’re doing a group study.”

“And who’s she?” Rafael asked, nodding to Meredith.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Stiles put an arm around Meredith, and you didn’t know if she was more shocked or if you were.

“You’re not my type,” Meredith said hesitantly.

You tried not to laugh. You didn’t look at Isaac because you knew you would lose what little composure you had left if you did.

“Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about,” Stiles said. He looked between her and you. “We should maybe take this upstairs?”

Meredith, however, was only looking at Isaac. She pointed to him. “He’s my type.”

“It’s the curls, right?” you asked. No one answered but Meredith nodded along solemnly, which was the only confirmation you needed.

“Okay. Isaac, you can come, too,” Stiles said eventually.

You slipped your hand in Isaac’s and followed them to the stairs. As you hoped, Scott mumbling about an explanation distracted Rafael enough for him to not ask you to stay. When you got to your room, you shut the door behind you. Stiles was trying to tell Meredith about Lydia again and Isaac was standing apprehensively near him.

“Lydia?” Meredith asked. “You mean the red-haired girl?”

“Yes! Yes! Good. Progress!” Stiles stopped hitting his fists together and concentrated on Meredith again. “Now, all you’ve got to do is tell us where she is.”

“Okay,” Meredith said with a small smile. You relaxed before she added, “If she tells me.”

“If she tells you?” Isaac repeated. Meredith nodded. “Well, can you ask her?”

Meredith seemed proud when she answered, “I already did.”

“Meredith, that’s great!” you smiled. You would have touched her shoulder if you didn’t think she’d freak at the unfamiliar affection. “What did she say?”

“She said she doesn’t want to be found,” Meredith said.

You looked behind Stiles to Isaac. Did she really just say that? Judging by his face, she did. What were you supposed to do now?

Stiles started hitting his fists together again. “Great.”

You pulled on his jacket slightly and nodded your head to the other side of the room. He and Isaac followed you and you started discussing a plan.

“I’m just saying-”

“Isaac, we’re not going to torture her,” Stiles said.

“I meant scare her,” Isaac argued.

“What if you kissed her?” you asked. They stared at you. “I’ve heard it’s great for panic attacks and you’re her type.”

“Did you forget that Cora would literally kill me if I kissed another girl?” he asked.

“We’re not going to psychologically torture her either!” Stiles whispered fiercely at you.

“Fine. How about this? You said she hears things, right?” Isaac asked. “Doesn’t that mean she’s like Lydia? A banshee?”

You looked at Meredith sitting on the bed. It was kind of hard to believe that she had anything in common with Lydia, but it made sense. You watched Isaac and Stiles try their new plan of attack, and it was going monumentally bad. Until Meredith asked about the phone.

When she pulled it away from her ear, she said, “They say ‘coup de foudre.’”

“Coup de what?” Stiles asked. “What is that - Spanish?”

“French.” You looked up at Scott in the doorway. “It’s French.”

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As always, Scott and Stiles were in the front of the Jeep as you drove to Eichen House, but at least this time you were in the back with Isaac. He let you hold his hand and trace patterns over the top to calm down.

“Hey, you okay?” Scott asked Stiles.

“Yeah,” he said. It sounded like a lie. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Alright, I’ll say it.” Isaac leaned forward and sighed as he spoke. “You look like you’re dying.”

You smacked his arm. “Isaac!”

He ignored you and went on, “You’re pale, thin, and you look like you’re getting worse. And we’re all sitting here thinking it. So when we find the other you, is he gonna look like he’s getting better?”

“What happens if he gets hurt?” Scott asked.

“You mean if he dies, do I die?” Stiles asked. “I don’t care. Just so long as no else dies because of me. I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember strangling Y/N.”

“You didn’t strangle me,” you said. “That wasn’t you.”

“Yeah, but I remember it,” Stiles said. “So you guys have gotta promise me: You can’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”

You didn’t say anything. Isaac looked like he’d already made up his mind - he’d kill fake Stiles even if it meant killing real Stiles. Scott was more difficult to read. He didn’t want to hurt Stiles but you knew he wanted to end this.

Stiles killed the Jeep when you reached the gates and you climbed out to meet Kira, Allison, and Cora. They all seemed just as nervous as you felt. You looked over at Scott for some encouragement.

“We’ve done this before, guys,” he said. “A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember? That was a total stranger. This is Lydia.”

“I’m here to save my best friend,” Allison said. She’d made up her mind about rescuing Lydia.

“I came to save mine,” Scott agreed.

“I just didn’t feel like doing homework,” Isaac said as he started walking through the gates.

“Okay, see, this is why no one else likes you,” you said, following after him. He shot you a lazy smile over his shoulder, melting your annoyance slightly.

Scott and Stiles went to find Lydia; you and the others went to confront Noshiko and the Oni. It was hard to concentrate on what they were saying. You were trying to figure out how you were going to stop unkillable demons with throwing knives and an electrified baton. Turns out you didn’t have to worry, though, because they disappeared.

“Where did they go?” you asked. Noshiko looked pained. She unfurled her hand and revealed a firefly that had been turned to dust. “What does that mean?”

“It means there’s been a change in ownership,” Stiles said. “Now they belong to me.”

As horrifying as it was seeing him flanked by six oni, it was good to know that the fake Stiles looked as sickly and pale as your Stiles. Maybe you’d get lucky and he’d pass out and this would all be over. What was that saying about wishful thinking, again?

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles slow burn #mccall!reader #so close #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf rewrite

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Stydia Fic: My Anchor

SURPRISE. Before I begin typing Chapter four of ‘An Ubreakable Bond’ I decided to finish my Styda fic. I almost forgot about it. So here it is! It’s weird, I wrote the first half years ago, I don’t even remember. But I’m glad I finished it. (For the record I guess this seems anti Malia. I don’t hate Malia, but having her not liked in this just made sense.) I kind of like in the end she got with Scott, but I LOVED Scott with Kira. They fit together so well. Anyway, I’m done rambling. I did add the lyrics to “Unconditional’ by Freya Ridings to this fic BECAUSE ITS PERFECT. She is my favorite singer right now.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf. (damn)

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My Anchor

Lydia Martin never expected it to hurt this much, she'd never even really thought much on the subject.. of Stiles finding someone, being with someone. She knew when he had a little thing for that girl Caitlin he met at Danny's rave party; but then Malia came along and everything changed. It was hard enough losing Allison and Aiden, but now she felt like she lost Stiles too. Stiles was still here though, living. Lydia was more then grateful for that; but she missed him. Since after everything happened, Scott started helping Mailia make the switch from werecoyote to human which meant Malia always saw Stiles because Stiles was usually hanging with Scott. Lydia and Stiles hadn't seen each other much since after everything happened. She now knew it was because of Malia.

Lydia watches from a far as Malia leans on her tip toes to give Stiles a kiss by his locker. He's carrying her books and Lydia watches him put an arm around her before they start walking away down the hall. Soon she loses them in the crowd of students and Lydia shuts her locker door shut with a slam. She notices someone jump near her and sees it's just Kira. Lydia gives her a smile before noticing Scott walking towards them.

"Sorry I scared you." Lydia sighs, she moves her stack of books to her other arm before Scott comes up to them and gives Kira and cute kiss on the cheek. Scott looks up at Lydia, who's now gazing down the hall with sad eyes.

"You okay, Lydia?" Scott asks gently. He watches her blink a few times before turning her head to look at him and Kira. She gives a tight smile before nodding.

"Have you seen Stiles?" Lydia should've expected his name to come up, but the surprise of it makes her flinch. Lydia gives a nod before looking away.

"He went down the hall." Lydia points in the direction and Scott quickly says goodbye and gives Kira a quick kiss before disappearing in the crowded hallway. Lydia watches Kira glance at her before quickly looking away.

"I can't." Lydia says silently, but knowing Kira would hear her. Her and the girl had become closer since after losing Allison and Aiden. Kira was pretty new to her new powers that came with the thunder kitsune; and Lydia was just starting to begin to learn more about her banshee powers. Some nights Kira would come over and they'd look up anything they could on fox kitsunes and Banshee's; Lydia liked those nights. She missed having a girl around, and she knew she missed Allison more then anything but Lydia liked to think Allison would be proud of her for befriending Kira. Lydia feels Kira put a hand on her shoulder before nodding in understanding.

"I know, it's okay. Everything will work out how it's meant to." Lydia nods before smiling at the girl and they silently begin walking down the hall to the last class of the day.

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She should have known this would happen. The strawberry blonde gives a large sigh before taking the new dress out of the bag and trying it on. It was dark red, strapless and went down to her knees. She runs her fingers over the material before looking in the mirror. She likes it. She's glad Kira agreed to go shopping with her so they could get dresses for Junior Prom.

Prom.

Lydia always imagined herself going to Prom, winning Prom Queen while Jackson won Prom King. But Jackson was now long gone in another country, and Lydia was now a banshee, one of her best friends was a werewolf, her other best friend a thunder Kitsune. The guy she discovered she had feelings for, the guy who used to be in love with her; was now at his place getting ready to go to the Prom with Malia. The thought of it made Lydia sick to her stomach. She wasn't exactly sure how she'd feel when she saw Stiles there with Malia, but she knew it wouldn't be a good feeling. Her heart already constantly hurt. She just hoped she'd be able to keep her emotions under control.

Grabbing her black purse, she quickly grabs the light blue flower she laid out on her dresser and pins it to the top of her dress. She smiles, before putting her favorite pair of heels on. Lydia strides out of her bedroom door and down the stairs. She tries not to think of anything on the way there; just that Allison would want her to go. She gently touches the blue flower pin on her dress. She ignores the cry in her throat.

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Pulling up into the parking lot, Lydia quickly finds a spot and gets out; clutching her purse and after checking her make up and hair one more time; she walks to the front of the gym and enters. She quickly spots Kira and Scott in the mix of people, and ignoring the loud music she walks over to them; grateful that she hasn't spotted Stiles or Malia yet. Kira waves at her before quickly giving her a hug. Lydia hugs back before pulling away and admiring Kira's beautiful blue dress. She gives Scott a smile and he smiles back but that smile fades after he looks at his phone. Lydia watches him with curious eyes and he glances up with a frown on his face.

"Have you heard from Stiles lately?" he asks her, quickly pocketing his phone. Lydia's heart speeds up at the sound of his name.

"No.. we haven't talked in awhile.. he's been busy with Malia." Lydia looks down at the floor before feeling a hand on her arm; she knows it's Scott without looking up.

"I know. But I think you should talk to him."

Lydia tries to ignore Scott's words but she can't. She knows Scott is right and she should try talking to him, but she can't imagine Stiles wanting to talk to her anymore when he now has Malia.. Lydia couldn't stand how jealous she was of that girl. It was ridiculous. He didn't wanna talk to her, he hadn't tried to in weeks.

"I know you think he doesn't wanna talk to you, but he does. He needs you, Lydia." hearing his words, Lydia snaps her head up and gives Scott a look that'd send anyone running in the other direction.

"He doesn't NEED me, Scott! He has Malia, he's happy. He hasn't tried talking to me in weeks. If he needed me, he'd still try." Lydia trails off before looking back down at the ground, and wishing she had thought to bring some of her parents liquor with her. Maybe then she wouldn't be thinking of everything and how Stiles and Malia would probably be walking through the entrance any minute now. Lydia kind of felt bad for yelling at Scott but he didn't understand. He didn't know.

"You really love him, don't you?" Lydia didn't expect to hear those words, let alone from Kira. Lydia's eyes widen and she looks around, noticing an empty table a few feet away and walks over; taking the closest seat.

Kira and Scott sit down next to her. She knows they're waiting for an answer, but really; what could she say? That she finally realized how much she cared for Stiles and all of a sudden Malia shows up and she's his everything? Lydia remembers when she was everything to Stiles. She can't stand to remember how she used to treat him years ago. Who would have thought she'd fall for Stiles Stilinski? Lydia covers her face with her hands and takes a deep breath before looking up at Kira and Scott.

"Is it that obvious?" Lydia whispers loud enough for them to hear. Kira gives a small smile before nodding, Lydia almost laughs when she sees the dramatic look on Scott's face. He suddenly jumps out of his seat and for a moment Lydia thinks he's angry.. but then he's laughing and Lydia sees the huge smile on his face.

"I fucking knew it! When Lydia?" Lydia smiles at him and laughs before looking down and trying to hide her blush. She messes with her purse before speaking.

"I'm not sure.. after the sacrifices I think.. when I had to hold him under.. and then we were connected. We were each other's anchors. We started hanging out and then after Allison and Aiden died.. Malia just shows up and all of a sudden everything is different between us." At this point, Lydia is so close to tears but then Scott kneels down to look at her.

"Hey, it's okay. He still loves you, you know. I don't think he loves Malia. I think he loves that someone is romantically interested in him." Lydia nods her head, Scott's words seem true enough but Lydia can't help how much her heart is aching. It only gets worse when she sees the gym doors open and in comes Stiles, Malia attached to his arm. She's smiling up at him, and he gives her a smile back before kissing her. Lydia looks away with teary eyes, she feels a hand in hers and sees Kira giving her a worried look.

"Bathroom?" Kira asks her gently, Lydia nods without a second thought. Kira tells Scott that they'll be right back and he nods before saying he's gonna see Stiles and Malia. Both the girls nod; before walking to the bathroom. Lydia struts in, any girls that were in there immediately retreating out after seeing the enraged expression on Lydia Martin's face. Kira stands by the door after shutting it and she watches as Lydia puts her black clutch purse on the counter before looking in the mirror. She notices her eyes are red from the unshed tears and it only makes her angrier.

"Why is this even happening? He's with her, why does that have to bother me so much?" Lydia's words echo throughout the bathroom, and she feels her eyes water more after grabbing some toiler paper and wiping at her eyes. Kira watches with sad eyes, unsure of what there was for her to do to help her friend that was clearly upset. She walks over the Lydia and watches as the strawberry blonde reapplies her eyeliner and mascara.

"I think you should talk to him. He's with Malia, but you two have a history together. I highly doubt she's more important to him then you. He only just met her." Lydia listens to her friends words.

She knows Kira is right, and deep down she wants to talk to Stiles but she knows it won't be easy, let alone to get him alone to talk to. Lydia looks over at Kira and gives her a nod. She'd try her best to talk to Stiles tonight. She was Lydia Martin; and she knew her and Stiles still had that connection. She was his tether after all. Lydia puts her make up back in her bag and with her head held high and her tears gone, she follows Kira out of the bathroom and back onto the dance floor. She sees Scott over by the punch bowl; and before she can look away she spots Stiles and Malia dancing across the room.

Lydia can’t put a finger on it but something seems out of place with them. In that moment, she realizes Stiles is scanning the gym like he is looking for someone. Her heart skips a beat. He’s not..

Before she can finish her thought she notices Malia is no longer near Stiles. She scans the room and notices the werecoyote about fifteen feet away talking to someone. Lydia notices he’s a senior that she has an advanced class with, his name is Nathan. Lydia can’t help but wonder how Malia would know him. The only reason Lydia knew of him was because of the advanced class, she knew for a fact that Malia was not in any advanced classes. She finds it oddly suspicious what’s happening here, considering Malia now has a hand on this young mans arm looking at him in a way she definitely should not be looking at anyone when she has a boyfriend. Who happens to be Stiles, who she deeply cares about. Before Lydia can think any more, she is silently seething. This bitch.

She didn’t think she could get any more pissed, until she notices Nathan put a hand on her waist which was slowly moving down..

‘what is he.. what in the HELL?’ The banshee’s eyes widen at the sight, which is completely ridiculous. Who does Malia think she is betraying Stiles like this? And where every single person can clearly see her doing it?

Lydia continues to look on, her fists tightly clenched at her sides. She slightly jumps when Scott almost tumbles into her, due to tripping over his own two feet in his haste to et to her.

“You’re seeing this too, right?” Scott asks in almost an angry whisper. Lydia turns her head to look at Scott, who’s still looking at the outrageous scene. She notices his eyes are starting to go red, Lydia’s eyes widen before unclutching her hands and laying a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Scott, your eyes are glowing.” She whispers to him. Scott gives her a look of shock before he closes his eyes, taking deep breathes. When he opens his eyes again, they are back to their normal color and he gives her a look that says ‘Thank you’. She smiles at him, before they both look back at the scene. Malia is all over Nathan, who is very obviously loving every second of it. Lydia swears she can hear Scott lowly growling.

“Um… what the hell is Malia doing?” Kira says from Lydia’s other side. “Making a huge mistake.” Scott says in a way that would make anyone flinch. The alpha was seething. “Malia looks like she’s about to have him for dinner or something.”Lydia snorts at Kira’s comment, which was oddly hilarious and probably entirely accurate at this point.

“Where’s Stiles..? Scott, I hate to say this but you need to tell him what’s happening. People are definitely noticing.” The banshee’s heart dropped, knowing Stiles will be absolutely heart broken when he sees this.

“Shit. Too late.” Lydia sees Scott grimace, before turning her eyes back to the scene. She notices Stiles about ten feet behind Malia and Nathan, eyes wide and beyond furious. He storms up then, and before anyone can blink he grabs Nathan’s hand off of her lower back. Malia whips her head back, glaring at Stiles. If anyone had been looking too closely at her they would notice her eyes shine blue for half a second. Scott catching the glimpse of bight blue in her eyes, begins to move but Lydia is faster.

“Okay, we need to act NOW."

Lydia is already on the move before Scott is even finished with his sentence. He quickly gives Kira a concerned look before they follow behind the very pissed off strawberry blonde. Once they reach their destination, they stand on either side of Lydia. Malia gives an annoyed look. Scott notices Stiles still has hold of Nathans right hand, having it held behind Nathans back in a way that had to hurt.

“Do you have a thing for touching another mans girlfriend?” Nathan’s eyes widen, turning his head to look at Stiles.

“Whoa dude, no. She told me you guys had broken up! I would never lay a hand on someone else’s girl!” Stile’s eyes widen at the other mans words. He gently lets go of Nathan’s arm, and with a quick “I’m sorry” Nathan walks off, clearly wanting to be away from the scene unfolding. His eyes meet Malia’s who’s looking at him, uncaring.

“Really Malia?” He asks her disappointingly. Malia looks away, still not looking like she cares that she just broke someone’s heart. Lydia looks at him, sees the looks in his eyes. Surprisingly, he doesn’t look at all surprised that Malia has done this to him. He takes a step closer to her.

“It’s over. We are done. And frankly, I don’t give a shit if you stay part of the pack, but if you do do not ever think I will for even one second give a shit what you do from this moment on.” He says in a way, that makes Lydia flinch. She had not heard Stiles be this angry in a long time.

Malia rolls her eyes at him an almost smile on her face , and something in Lydia snaps. Before she realizes what she’s doing, she takes the few steps she needs to to to be right in front of Malia. She puts up one manicured finger to the girls chest, pushing her back into the gym wall. Malia’s eyes flash blue before she gives a snarl at the banshee. Lydia notices, but doesn’t care at this point. She is beyond livid.

How dare Malia betray Stiles like this. Stiles, who’s only ever tried to help everyone. Stiles, who helped the werecoyote without a second thought because he felt it was the right thing to do. Stiles, who deserved everything good in life. And the foul person in front of Lydia was not anything good.

Stiles stills at the scene in front of him before taking a step towards the two girls, Scott puts an arm out to stop him, giving him a look to back down. Lydia knows what she’s doing. Scott can’t say he’s surprised at what he’s seeing though. Lydia sticks up for her pack, no matter what.

“Listen here sweetheart, and listen good.” Lydia starts off saying while leaning in, glaring at the werecoyote in front of her. Malia had a smirk on her face, clearly not effected.

“You are going to realize at some point that you majorly fucked up betraying him like this. I am going to advise you to leave this gym in the next sixty seconds, and you better hope I never see you look at him like that or hurt him again-” Lydia’s glare deepens and her pack around her notices the change in the air instantly, like Lydia was getting ready to do something powerful. Lydia lifts her finger up more towards the girls neck, pressing her nail down into the girls skin before continuing.

“or I swear I will banshee scream so damn loud your head will explode.” At those words spoken, Malia’s eyes widen before she gives another snarl. Lydia removes her finger from the girls neckline, and points to the exit.

“Leave. NOW.” Malia gives one more heated look before marching towards the exit, throwing the door open and storming out. Lydia gives an angry sigh before turning around, instantly noticing half of the students in the gym looking at her and her pack. She knows they couldn’t hear what she told Malia, they all looked curious. She noticed Scott had a small smile on his face, obviously proud of one of his closest friends sticking up for his best friend. Kira had a shocked look on her face, she had never seen Lydia become that furious before. Stiles was completely still, a look of surprise and wonder on his face while looking at the banshee in front of them.

“Could you really make her head explode?” Kira whispered, eyes widened; having trouble getting that imagine out of her head. She shuttered. Lydia gave her a fierce proud look before replying.

“Yes.”

Before Lydia could say anything else, Stile took a step towards her, a look of clear affection on his face.

“Aside from that being fucking awesome.." he starts off saying, reaching a hand out to her.

"Thank you, Lydia. I..” Before he could finish, Lydia put a finger to his lips, shaking her head. He didn’t need to say anything, or even thank her. That is what friends do for one another. Even if they hadn’t hung out or really spoken In the last few months. Lydia knows anyone else would probably be mad at him. Her best friend did die only a few months ago, right when she needed Stiles the most he was off being with Malia. Lydia had felt forgotten. It made her realize there was no way he stilled loved her. If he did, things would have been different. Lydia had been trying to accept that, even though it hurt like a bitch.

Stiles was grateful for his friends, beyond grateful. Watching Lydia walk up to Malia with that fierce heated look in her eyes, telling the werecoyote if she fucked up again; she’d end up dead… that was definitely something. Before Stiles could think further, he removed Lydia’s finger from his lips and took the last step he needed to be able to wrap his arms around her in a hug. He laid his chin on the top of her head, holding her close.

“I have to say this, Lyds. I’m sorry, for everything the last few months. I haven’t been a good friend at all, I can see that now. It was wrong of me to be how I’ve been, all because of that bitch.” Lydia’s heart sped up at his words, felt tears form in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his heart beat from where her head was on his chest. Scott and Kira watched on in silence, happy to see their friends reunited.

"Things are going to be different now, I promise you Lyds. I know I can't make up not being there after.." he trails off, before slowly pulling away from her. Lydia see's his eyes grow sad, sees his jaw lock and notices he is trying very hard to keep his emotions in check.

"I forgive you." the banshee states, without a second thought. Stiles looks at her in shock, not quite understanding what she just said.

"How can you forgive me so easily?" he asks softly, she can hear the pain in his voice. This is hurting him, she doesn't want him to feel guilty for the last few months. Their eyes meet, and he understands.

“Because you're my anchor, remember?" he's holding her at arms length until he hears her speak those words, and he envelops her in another hug. He gives a shaky sigh, trying to hold the tears at bay.

"I never forgot." he sighs, as he strokes her hair. They hold on to each other for a moment longer before he looks over her shoulder and see's Kira and Scott still standing there, huge grins on both of their faces. Stiles raises an eyebrow at them, confused by the goofy looks on their faces.

Scott begins to mouth something to him and pointing at Lydia frantically. Stiles furrows his eyebrows, beyond confused at this point. Until he realized Scott is mouthing "Tell her" to him. He can't be surprised that his best friend knows he still loves the strawberry blonde. But does she love him like that? Stiles honestly didn't know. Did he want to risk messing up their amazing friendship to find out? Before he can think further about it, Stiles lifts up one of his arms motioning for his other two friends to come near.

"Come on pack, group hug. Get in here." he says enthusiastly, Lydia laughs into his shoulder before she feels Kira's arms around her and there's Scotts too. They had been through hell in the last year. There were points where Lydia didn't know if she would make it through. But she did. Thanks to her pack. She missed Allison, so much at times that it broke her heart all over again. But then she would open her eyes again, and see her pack standing there. She would see Stiles, and she knew no matter what that they would make it through anything.

After a long moment the group hug ended. Scott patted Stiles on the back, a grin on his face.

"You going to be okay, buddy?" his best friend asked him. Stiles gave him a soft look, before looking over to Lydia.

"Yeah, I'm going to be okay now." Lydia met his eyes and gave him a smile. This is not how she expected the night to go. But as long as Stiles was okay, she wasn't complaining. Before she could say anything, Scott and Kira said they were going to go dance leaving Stiles and Lydia by themselves.

"Sit down at a table, I'm going to get us some drinks." Lydia stated, before grabbing his hand and sqeuzzing gently before letting go.

"Lyds you don't ha-"

"Not a word." she said, pointing a finger at him. He gave her a shocked look, before she slowly grinned at him. He grinned back and with that he went to sit at an empty table while she got them some punch. She found him pretty easily in a corner by himself watching Kira and Scott dance. He took the seat next to him and handed him his punch. He smiled gratefully at her. He watched her sip at her drink before making a very comical face that was almost like a cringe. He tried not to laugh, but couldn't contain it. She gave him a look with a sheepish grin before setting her drink on the table.

"Someone definitely spiked the punch." Is all the banshee said before laughing as well. They share a moment of comfortable silence after that; before Stile's lifts his cup up.

"Let's toast."

She gives him a look before wrapping her hand around her cup and lifting it.

"To the pack." She said simply, staring at him.

"To family." He says at the same time. They grin at each other.

"Same thing, really." she states, laughing softly. She looks at him and sees a nervous look in his eyes. Was he okay?

"To all of them." he says firmly, trying not to let his emotion break through. She caught his eyes, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She knew what he was trying to say. With her other unoccupied hand, she laid it on his knee before nodding.

They clinked their cups together and downed their drinks in one go. Lydia laid her cup softly back on the table, now empty. Stiles slammed his on the table before coughing dramtically. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand and laugh. He gave her an embarressed look, before realizing her hand was still on his knee. He tried to play it cool, but came off as nervous which the banshee noticed.

She heard a new song start to play in the gym, it was a slower song. The first one of the night. She took this as her chance to get out of an awkward situation. She stood up quickly, before reaching her hand out to him.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he raises a curious eyebrow at her, before smiling up at her. What was she doing?

"This feels oddly faimiliar." He says in a teasing tone. She rolls her eyes, trying not to blush. She remembers that moment in time well. It was the first time she truly noticed Stiles for who he was. The first time in a long time anyone had broken through her fake facade and seen who she truly was. It's a moment in time that left her feeling incredibly vulnerable. But it was also the moment she realized she trusted Stiles with her whole being.

"Stilinski, get off your cute little ass and dance with me. Now."

Stiles raises both his eyebrows, and can't help but break out in a smile. This was the Lydia he knew. He had missed her. He gently takes her hand and stands up. They walk to the center of the gym surrounded by other couples slow dancing to the music.

'Stay with me, darling Stay with me, darling Let us lose ourselves in the moonlight Lose ourselves As we find'

She stands in front of him before putting her hands on his shoulders as he hesitantly puts his on her waist. She looks up at him, noticing how nervous he seems. She points it out.

"You seem as nervous as the last time we did this." she says teasingly, she notices a blush creeping up his cheeks. she decides to try to make him more comfortable.

"You know the last time we did this, that was the moment I realized I trusted you." she says sincerely, giving him a soft smile. He gives her a shocked look before relaxing, although he looked confused by her words. She listens to the lyrics of the music before explaining.

That there's nothing I could say That would make you go away No danger I was in And you wouldn't step in my way I'm not alone anymore This love's unconditional'

"When you told me you had crush on me since the third grade." she starts off saying, he almost stops swaying to the music with her, he is surprised by her words. She has been extremely surprising tonight. She pauses for a moment, getting lost in the music.

Sway with me, darling Just sway with me, darling Let us lose ourselves in the moment Lose ourselves As we both find'

"I believe you also said something along the lines of, and I quote "And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior, there's an actual human soul." he stiffens at her words. Confused as to why she's saying this, is she mad? She doesn't look it. She actually has a smile on her face. She continues, as he tries to wrap his head around what's happening.

"And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. And that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize." She finishes, giving him a teasing smile. They are silent for a moment, as they continue slow dancing to the song.

'That there's nothing you could say That would make me go away No danger you are in And I wouldn't step in the way You're not alone anymore 'Cause this love's unconditional'

"You remembered every word I said?" he asks her softly. She smiles and leans her head down to rest on his chest for a moment.

"Ofcourse I did. " she said, looking up at him again. There was something in her eyes that made his breath hitch.

"Sitles, that was the first time someone actually saw me for who I really am. We weren't even technically friends yet by that time, but you were there for me and you never gave up on me. How could I forget a moment so important?" she asks him softly while gazing up at him. Stiles is seeing a lot of emotion in her eyes, some familiar and some not. He decides to speak.

"And then you said "Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal's the one I'll be winning." he quotes her words from back then, and she laughs before taking one of her hands and playful hitting his chest.

"See! You remember too!" She states, laughter in her voice. They smile at one another, he holds her a little tighter as she puts her head on his shoulder, one hand still on his chest and the other around his neck.

"I'm glad you never gave up on me." she whispers into his shoulder, but he hears her.

"I'll never give up on you, Lyds. Not ever."

She slowly lifts her head up from his shoulder, knowing he is telling the truth. He always tells her the truth. Most of the time she believes he is to good of a person to be her best friend. She shouldn't love him how she does, but she can't help it. The way he's looking at her now, is making it impossible not to love him.

'And oh Lord, when will I breathe again? And when will I stop smiling? Somehow you made me believe again That this is love And this love's unconditional Oh, this love's unconditional This love's unconditional'

The song ends and Lydia Martin realizes there is no getting over the man in front of her. She is far too gone in love with him already. Before she realizes it, they have stopped dancing once the music stopped. His hands are still around her waist and she hasn't moved her arms away from around his neck. Then she remembers something she meant to do tonight. She lifts her head up to look at him.

"There's something I need to do, and I'd like you to come with me." Stiles doesn't question her, he silently nods and follows her back to the table where she grabs her purse and then she's leading him out of the gym.

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They walk down one of the school hallways, silently. She's still holding his hand, which he is perfectly okay with. They may be a little tipsy from the spiked punch drink they had before they danced, but they're okay with that too.

A few minutes later they make a turn and he notices they are standing in front of Allison's locker. For a moment, he's scared he's going to have a panic attack. It is still so hard to think about her. He knows a huge part of himself still blames himself for their friends unexpected death. He feels that can not be helped. Some nights he still has nightmares about it. It was not an easy thing to come to terms with. He looks over to Lydia, who he notices eyes are closed before he sees her open them again. Their are tears in her eyes. she squeezes his hand before pulling away and opening up her purse.

She pulls out a light blue flower with a long stem, he can tell it's fake but it's still beautiful. He then notices she is wearing an identical one on her dress, but hers is without the stem and he suspects she must have attached a pin to it so she could wear it. she holds the flower in her hand, looking at it as she begins to explain.

"A few months after me and Allison met, we were already so close. Practically sisters." she gives a teary laugh, it breaks his heart.

"One night, actually the same week you had went Prom dress shopping with me. She came across these beautiful flower arrangements at one of the new shops in the mall. She dragged me in the second she saw it. I remember when she first saw these, her eyes light up saying it was her favorite shade of blue and how we should totally make them into pins to wear them to Senior Prom. I agreed and we picked out a few arrangements. We split them up equally." He watched her wipe at her eyes, afterwards he held her hand in his as she held the flower in her other hand.

" I was going to wait until Senior Prom but then... after she died, and I realized this year there was a dance I felt it was appropriate to make one to wear this year, and It feels wrong not giving her one too." she finishes her sentence in a tear filled whisper. Then a memory comes back to Stiles. Lydia laying an arrangement of light blue flowers on top of Allison's casket before it was lowered into the ground. He feels sick.

"Those flowers at her funeral.." he trails off, hoping she will understand and he doesn't have to hurt both of them by saying the whole sentence. She nods her head in reply.

"That one was mine that I had taken home. Before Mr. Argent moved, he let me take whatever I liked from her room before he left. So I took home the arrangement she had. It just felt right to do that." She sniffles and takes a deep breath before, taking a step towards the locker and lifting her hand up with the flower in it. Using the stem, she puts it between the cracks of the top of the locker. She lays her hand flat on the locker. Stiles can hear her whispering something under her breath, but he doesn't try to listen. He knows its not him her words are for right now. He gives her a moment, and then she lifts her head up; taking her hand off the locker she turns towards Stiles who she sees has a heartbroken expression on his face. She gives him a stern look laced with hurt before taking a step closer to him.

"Please stop blaming yourself, Stiles. It isn't your fault what happened." She reaches her hand up to touch his face, laying her hand on his cheek. She gives him a look that makes him want to cry. He swallows his tears, he can feel himself trembling.

"How have you not ever been mad at me about what happened, Lydia?" he searches her eyes, trying to find the answer he desperately needs. But all he sees is understanding and, he's afraid to say it; but love clear as day in her eyes. His breath hitches when she puts both hands on the side of his face.

"Because it is not your fault, Stiles."

She says it with so much emotion, he is surprised she's not crying. But he does not forget how strong she is. He reaches up to lay his hands on top of her. Lydia realizes the look he is giving her is very similiar to the one he gave her in the locker room after she stopped his panic attack. It makes her heart race and she stills, realizing the strong emotions around them.

"You should hate me." he whispers out, he's beginning to frown which she knows means he is very close to crying. She lays her hands on his shoulders, stepping one step closer.

"No, I shouldn't. And I could never hate you." By then she is shaking and she feels tears in the corners of her eyes. She sees the exact moment he notices this fact, because his face crumbles and then he's enveloping her in an embrace as he lets out a shaky sigh that turns into a sob.

"I'm so sorry, Lyds. I should have been there for you after it happened, and It.. it should have been me." She stills at his words. Her heart drops and she feels she can't breathe. Why would he ever say such a thing? How dare he say such a thing! Didn't he know how much she needed him? Before she realizes it, she is furious.

She pulls away from his embrace, and he gives her a look of hurt and confusion. By then she is crying silently; but she doesn't care. She takes several steps back. He feels her anger radiating off of her.

"How could you ever say something like that?!" she shouts at him. He flinches at the tone in her voice. He realizes he should have kept his mouth shut. He watches her try to calm her anger; he can see her shaking. She takes a deep breathe before continuing.

"What happened to Allison was terrible. It almost killed me." She holds back a sob, she can't look away from him. He has to understand.

"But if it had happened to you..." she trails off, clenching her hands into fists by her side. She looks towards the floor, hoping he would understand. He knows she's crying, he feels awful for causing this. He can't stand to see her break like this, he knows it should have been him that died. Not Allison. He can't help what he says next.

"But it should have been me!" He doesn't mean to say it so loud, he flinches at his tone. Before he can think about what he's just said, she looks back at him with an anger he's never seen on her before. It makes him stop breathing.

"It would have killed me if it had been you!" she screams back. He's surprised by the way she says it, she sounds hurt more then angry. He feels time freeze in that moment. It's silent. She takes a step closer to him.

"Damn it, Stiles! Don't you see?! If it had been you..." he watches tears stream down her face. He can't move. He doesn't understand what she's saying. Allison was her best friend, wouldn't it have been better if he would have been the one that died? But then he sees a certain look in her eyes.

"If it had been you.. I would have gone out of my fucking mind! It would have killed me." she whispers the last part, but she says it just as fiercely as she has with everything else in the last few minutes. He wants to understand, he knows he needs to. But he can't help but be confused.

"Lydia, Allison was your best friend-" she doesn't let him finish.

"And you're my anchor and I love you, Stiles!"

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was sill holding. He looks at her in that moment, and he knows she's speaking the truth. Tears are still streaming down her face, she looks so broken and all he wants to do is hold her. He understands now. But he says nothing, they stare at each other until he sees a look of downright fear come across her face, she turns away but before she can run like he knows she's about to he grabs her by the wrist and turns her around to face him. She has to put up a hand so she doesn't smack into him. She's afraid to look up.

"Lydia, look at me."

She's scared of rejection. She's scared of losing him. He is her emotional tether. He's practically her other half, but she doesn't feel she's his. She tries to pull away from him, there's almost a struggle before she hears him speak.

"I never stopped loving you."

She freezes at his words. She looks up at him then. His face is still wet from his tears, but more then anything she sees a look of passion in his eyes she hasn't seen before. Not like this. He reaches a hand out to cup her face, and for a moment she forgets how to breathe. The air has changed around them exceptionally fast.

"Lydia, not a single day goes by where I do not love you." She feels tears on her face again, but she doesn't care. She feels like this is a dream.

"I thought..." she trails off, unsure where to go with what she's saying. She can't fully comprehend what he just said. He gives her a smile then.

"Did you really think I wasn't in love with you anymore?"

She doesn't know how to answer that without sounding stupid. Ofcourse she didn't think he was anymore. Why would she think that?

"I tried to move on because I thought that's what you might have wanted. I will admit, it was terrible timing. I didn't think you.." he trails off this time. She thinks about his words. Ofcourse he didn't think she did. She never expressed that she ever did. How would he even know?

They stare at each other for a minute in silence before they slowly smile at one another. To his surprise she starts laughing, and then he's laughing. They hold onto each other, letting the laughter pass between them and then it's silent again but this time it's okay. She feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

"oh my god." she says, finally comprehending everything that just happened. His eyes go wide, realizing what it all means too.

"I know." he says simply, reaching to hold her hand in his. He intertwines their fingers together.She looks down, still smiling.

"We are complete idiots." He laughs at that, he doesn't feel she's wrong. How could they be so stupid not to see it?

"Lydia?" his voice sounds small, like he's unsure of himself. She looks up at him, confused.

"Does this mean I can kiss you?"

Her eyes widen at his question. It's nice of him to ask, but he should know he doesn't have to. But then again, this is Stiles. She cups his face with her hands, and nods while meeting him half way. She can't explain the feeling that falls over them. Maybe it's the emotional tether. Maybe it's just because they both know now. It leaves her feeling warm and breathless. When they pull away, she can tell he feels it to. It's almost like being wrapped in a warm blanket, but it's energy and it's swirling around them.

"What is that?" he asks her, looking around them as if expecting to actually see something. She knows something abnormal when she feels it, considering she is a banshee. This is not something normal humans go through. Not every human has preformed a dangerous Surrogate Sacrifice Ritual, causing them to temporarily die before being resurrected and pulled back by thei emotional tether.

"It's the tether." she whispers, in awe by the feeling. His look is one of surprise.

They didn't know the tether would feel or be like this. They both silently agree, that it feels right. They stand together for another moment.

"Want to get back to the dance and hang out with Scott and Kira?" she asks him, while intertwining their fingers again. It was then that Stiles knew everything would be okay. As long as he had her, life would be good. They could overcome anything together.

"In a minute." he whispers before kissing her once more.

When he pulls away, they begin their slow descent back to the gym. She looks back up at him, and their eyes meet.

"I'm happy you're my anchor."

He squeezes her hand before replying.

"I'm glad you're my anchor too."

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She is dying either way Part 3

Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles, Theo, Derek, Mellisa, Scott, Liam, Hayden, the Dread doctors, Kira, Allison

Pairing: Stiles Stelinski/ Theo Reaken X Reader Argent

Summary: Being Allisons big sister you swore to protect her. Always. After she died by the hands of an Oni you start blaming yourself for it. Separating yourself from the pack you throw yourself in fights you know you can’t handle. Becoming a stranger to your friends fighting the supernatural alone. A human against the creatures of the night.

One night you find yourself fighting for your life, ending up nearly killed and in a coma. Waking up left you with severe amnesia. Not even remembering your own name. The pack changes your last name so you can start over. Keeping their distance to protect you from a far. Theo take advantages of the situation and grows close to you. Betraying you, leaving you vulnerable.

Warnings: none so far. But it would be nice to know that the story isn’t at all accurate with the shows time line from season 3.

Word count: chapter word count: 3,220 total word count 10,370

part 1: here and 2 here

Panic struck Theo when he had found out. One of them visited him informing him on my condition. ''Her condition is promising.'' he had said. ''Her, who is her?'' He didn't realise they were talking about me. ''Your friend.'' he said before disappearing again.

Running around his room trying to find some clothes and shoes, he ran to the one person he knew would help, Scott, even if that means coming clean.

Walking up his door step he knocked hastily on his door. A sleepy Scott opened the door. ''Theo don't you know what time it is.'' he said annoyed. ''It's the Dread Doctors, they took her.'' Suddenly wide awake, Scott let him in.

Pacing impatiently he walked trough the kitchen. ''Can you stop and take a seat?'' Scott was getting impatient. ''How did you know she was taken by the Dread Doctors?'' This was the moment to tell the truth. ''The reason why I knew so much about them was because I was working with them to get to you. The needed someone strong to pass their experiment and once I learned that Y/N was a perfect contestant I tried to win her trust and lead her to them but then I fell in love.''

Scott walked over to Theo beyond pissed and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. ''If Stiles doesn't kill you after saving her, she will.'' Scott knew that the pack needed Theo alive in order to save me, he was useless dead.

He let go of Theo and walked upstairs most likely to get dressed and call the other. When Stiles heard the news about my disappearing he was furious. He had stormed into Scott's home looking for Theo, finding him in the kitchen. ''Stiles,'' he started but Stile didn't want to hear it and it him square in the face. ''You son of a bitch. I knew you were trouble and now MY girlfriend is missing because of you. I will kill you after we found her.'' Stiles was holding his fist, covered in Theo's blood. For a few minutes Theo had a broken nose which healed a little later.

Laying bound on the operation table, I waited for my faith to meet up with me. Three figurers were hovering over my body. One was holding a rather large injection needle. ''What are you gonna do with that.'' my voice was shaky.

The figurers didn't respond, two were holding me down while the third injected me with a silvery substance. The liquid felt strangely warm, I could feel it spread to my body, flowing to the ends of my fingertips and toes.

However, it did burn in my face, my cheeks felt fiery and a silver haze cover my eyes, blinded by the liquid for who knows how long I started to hear voices. It started out as a scream but later tuned down to people talking.

Images started to form in my head, at first it felt surreal and a dream but soon I realized it was a memory in staid.

''Oke Allison, now shoot the apple on my head, I trust you.'' I was looking at a young girl with a bow and arrow. She was nervous and her hands were shaky. ''But what if I hit you.'' she said, scared. ''You won't.'' I assured her. She took a deep breath and then released the string of her bow, launching the arrow trough the air, hitting the apple on my head. ''I told you, you could do it.''

The scene disappeared and I entered a new one, in each memory there was the same girl, Allison, present. She was my sister, my little sister. Each memory got darker and darker until I remembered every thing.

Walking trough the gates of Oak Creek with the pack to save our best friend. Kira's mother was waiting for us, in the hope to stop is. She tolled us it wasn't our fight but hers. What she didn't realise was that when the Nogitsune took the form of our friend, my boyfriend, it became our fight too.

Scott and Stiles, the real one, ran inside looking for Lydia. She was taken by the Nogitsune and was now trapped. The Oni that she had with her for protection were sent to find the Nogitsune. Little did she knew he was one step ahead.

The Nogitsune had the last of her tail pieces. Once the Oni's where close he broke the tail piece, and they were no longer bound the miss Yukimura. The firefly that gave life to them went out and went up in smoke.

Holding out her hand to see what was going on, everyone, including me, looked puzzled. ''Mom?'' Kira asked worried. ''What is that?'' asked Isaac sensing there was something wrong. ''What does that mean?'' Was my follow-up question.

It was answered, but not by Miss Yukimura. ''It means, there is a change in ownership, now they belong to me.'' It was the Nogitsune, who still had the appearance of stiles. It was sickening to look at, knowing that the loving and familiar face was anything but.

The Oni were now standing behind him, waiting for his command to attack. Allison drew her arrow back and I drew my sword. With a twitch of the corner of his mouth he gave the sign. The Oni now attacked us.

Swords clanking and screams filled the night. Every one fighting one or more of the Oni. It wasn't looking good for us, we all had cuts all over our bodies, one by one we fell to the ground. One of them hovered over Isaac who was sitting on the ground, heavily injured. Allison shot the Oni and a moment later it exploded. She managed to kill one. She figured out how.

Every one was shocked even the Nogitsune. But our victory wasn't for long because right after another Oni pierced his sword into her stomach. A faint scream was heard from inside the building, it was the scream of a banshee.

I turned back around and saw the Oni withdraw his sword from my sister. ''No!'' I screamed as I slashed the Oni but before I could do any damage they all disappeared.

Scott exited the building and caught her before she could hit the ground. Minutes later she was gone. My legs gave in and I fell to the ground sobbing and screaming. Our dad just entered the premises, only to discover one of his daughters had died.

The same silvery haze covered my vision and soon I was back in the dirty room. My body hurt like hell and it felt like things were growing. With a new-found strength I ripped the restraints that were holding me open and fell to the ground.

I could see my fingernails growing. Screaming out in pain I noticed my teeth growing as well, I now had fangs.

My car accident wasn't real, there wasn't even a car accident to begin with. After the death of my sister, I went completely haywire. I took my anger out on the supernatural, just because I failed as a sister. It was my job to protect her, it was my job to protect my little sister.

When the Deadpool started I fixated my whole life on stopping all the hunters and the very Deadpool itself, it nearly costed my life. I dedicated my life to protect other packs and all other supernatural creatures. The cuts and bruises I sustained took a toll on my health, I was only human after all. It left me comatose in a hospital.

I tried to relax my body and change back into my human form. My head was pounding and the cold cement floor felt nice against my for head.

I was scared, I didn't know what to do and if I would ever get out of here. Left with mixed feelings about the two boys who were basically my boyfriends. I couldn't deny the feelings I had for Theo, but in reality I was still with Stiles.

Scott had gathered the pack, they split in two groups. Theo led Stiles and Scott to the hide out from the Dread doctors while Liam and Hayden went looking for a way to spot Theo by using Kira's sword. But for their plan to work they needed Kira.

Taking yet another turn in the underground tunnels. ''Theo we have been walking for almost an hour, we already have searched this entire tunnel system, its not here.'' Stiles was getting even more agitated than he already was. ''Trust me it is here.'' Theo was looking for something on the walls.

It was a symbol of a snake that eat its own tail. ''Here. She is here.'' Theo stepped aside so the boys could see. ''And how do we get in there?'' Scott asked worried. ''We break down the wall if we have too.'' Stiles said and that was exactly what they were going to do.

Scott and Theo wolved out and started pounding on the walls. Cracks started to form in the stone wall and then broke apart, leaving a hole where they could walk trough.

Stiles was the first to run trough, looking for me. In panic, he looked over me on the ground and it was Theo who found me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and in shock I jerked up. Afraid it was one of the Dread doctors.

Once I saw who it was my body allowed itself to relax. I flung my self in his arms, happy I was safe. ''You came.'' I whispered in his ear. ''I didn't come alone.'' he whispered back. I looked over his shoulder and saw Scott and Stiles.

Letting go of Theo, I stood up and walked over to Stiles. Hugging him immediately. ''I remember.'' I said to him. ''Everything.'' The smile on my face could be heard in my voice. ''You do?'' his voice was shaky. I pulled away from the embrace and looked at him nodding. Both happiness and sadness were visible on his face.

Theo didn't know where to look, so he just stood there. Scott was the first to speak up about him. ''Theo, why don't you tell why she is here.'' Confused I looked from Scott to Theo. ''What does he mean by that Theo?'' Theo looked at me scared, he was shaking slightly. ''Tell her Theo.'' It was now Stiles who spoke. ''Or I will.''

The situation was perplexed, I was waiting for someone to tell me what was going on. ''Theo?'' I asked again hoping he would say something, but he didn't. ''Theo has been working with the very same man who brought you here, it was his plan all along.'' It was Stiles who tolled the story, with a bitter tone. ''What?'' Tears started to fill my eyes but I ignored them.

Scott stepped forward and continued. ''Trying to be apart of my pack he gained certain information about you and your amnesia, he tried to use that in his advantage to turn you into a Chimera to.'' So that is what I was.

The tears made place for anger, emotion took over and my teeth started growing and my eyes lid a silvery blue. ''You did this to me!'' I screamed and showed him my claws. My words echoed trough the room. ''Yes. At first, it was my plan but then I fell in love. I tried to stop them from taking you that night at school, but they took you anyway'' he was now crying, I almost believed him.

The reality of him working for the Dread doctors was surreal. All this time that we were dating, he was looking for the perfect opportunity to hand me over to them, and he succeeded. ''I really thought that what ever we had been real, but all this time you had other plans for my future.'' my voice was shaky yet it was clear as ice.

With pleading eyes Theo looked at me. ''Please, babe,'' Immediately I interrupted him. ''You lost the right to call me that Theo.'' I could see the hurt in his eyes but I didn't care. Not any more. ''You took advantage of me when I didn't even know who I was. We are over.'' I turned my back to him and walked to Stiles. ''I want go home.'' I whispered, while tears where filling my eyes.

I didn't want to care but I did. After all I did loved him. I was already heading toward the exit of the room. Eager to get out of here, all I wanted to do was forget this night.

On my way out to the tunnels Liam and Haydan come running toward us. ''Y/N! they found you!'' Both of them sounded relieved after seeing me walking. ''Yeah, they did.'' I said softly, while looking back. Noticing that the boys hadn't follow me out.

Walking back to the room I was held captive in I came on to view with a new nightmare. Stiles was lying on the ground with a cut on his head and probably unconscious and Theo was in a fight with Scott.

Without thinking, I jumped between the two. ''What are you doing?!'' I shouted to Theo. ''If I can't be with you, I will follow my old plan to kill Scott and take his pack.'' There was something sinister in his voice, as if he became psychotic. ''If Scott dies I will take his place as pack leader and you will have to fight me too!'' I treated Theo, hoping to scare him off.

It did not scare him as much as I hoped it would. ''If you survive the transmission.'' Taken back by what he said, I let his words sink in. If I survived, what did he mean by if.

Liam and Hayden came running in with the sword still in hand. My guess was that he told Scott the new or already known plan while I kept Theo busy. ''If?! So there is a change I might die?'' With pain in his eyes he looked at me. ''Yes.'' The world seemed to spin around me, his words echoing in my head. ''If you've ever loved me, how could you let this happen to me?'' my voice was cracked and it hurt Theo in a way he never imagined it would.

I didn't notice that Scott was standing next to me. ''We know how to stop Theo.'' His words didn't make it to my acknowledgement. Carefully he grabbed my hand to bring me back to heart. ''Uh?'' I briefly looked at him. ''We know how to stop Theo, go to Stiles.'' I simply nodded and walked over to Stiles who was now sitting on the ground with his head in his hands.

Kneeling besides him I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me with blurry eyes. ''Are you oke?'' I asked him softly, not wanting to shout in case he had a concussion. ''Yeah.'' It sounded more like a sigh than a word.

For the plan to work, Liam tried to sneak up behind Theo. Only Theo was to smart and noticed. He wanted to attack Liam but Scott stopped him. A new fight between them arose, giving Liam time enough to get behind him.

From where I was sitting it looked like Scott was loosing. He got thrown across the room and landed next to Stiles and me. ''He is too strong, we need to weaken him for this plan to work.'' Scott informed me. Both Scott and I stood up and walked to Theo, neither knowing each others plans.

Somehow it all started with me, so I was the one to end it for once and for all. I couldn't save my sister, so I made sure I could save my friends. By a couple steps Scott walked in front of me. Just as Theo was about to lace out I extended my claws and jumped in the middle, digging my claws in his stomach.

With my claws embedded in his stomach he looked at me, blood dripping from the wounds and a small stream from his lips. ''Why?'' He asked in tears. ''You used me, you manipulated me so it's only fair that you die by my hand. Enjoy your life in hell Theo.'' I pulled away my hand and Theo stumbled back clutching his stomach.

That was Liam's cue to take action. He stabbed the sword into the ground opening up a portal. The floor cracked all the way to where Theo was standing. With one last look he fell. Theo was no longer.

When the portal disappeared I fell to my knees, feeling weak. My body was in pain and couldn't help but cough. In staid of blood or spit I coughed up a silvery substance. ''What is happening to me?'' Tears filling my eyes, I searched for Stiles.

He came rushing to my side. ''No no no.'' was all he said, clearly knowing what was going on. ''Scott you need to save her.'' Ignoring me, he looked pleadingly at his friend. ''It could kill her.'' Hurt was written all over his face. ''She is dying either way!'' Stiles was now shouting and tears were streaming down his face, I was about to die.

You could almost hear Scott think. ''What if she looses her memory again?'' as if that was the least of my problems. ''I will take that risk, and if that is the case then I will be there for her this time. We all will.'' Stiles looked around the room. All knowing that abandon me was the wrong thing to do and that they wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

My mind was running a mile an hour trying to process everything that was going on. The fact that I just killed Theo, that I was dying but there was a way to cure me with the change of dying.

Stiles who was now in tears begging Scott. ''Please Scott, I am not asking you to do this for me, but do this for her.'' Even Scott couldn't fight back the tears any more and gave in. ''Only if she wants it.'' Both boys were looking at me. ''Do it.'' I said hallow, it was a fifty-fifty chance, a gamble I was willing to make.

Nodding he took place next to me on the ground, gently grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. ''It might hurt, a lot.'' Scott warned me. With my other hand I held Stiles'. Scott transformed into his alpha state and bit my arm. I expected it to hurt but it only stung a little. Nothing could have been more painful than what the Dread doctors had done to me.

The bite itself was quick, it was the process that took time. It felt like my body was on fire, similar to my transformation to a Chimera but this time it felt like a warm summers breeze in staid of walking trough a ring of fire.

For a second I felt weak, I felt like all the life was sucked out of me and I may have been dead for a second, but soon after I woke up with glowing yellow eyes.

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edelwoodsouls · 4 years

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all roads lead - ch. 8

When his mother dies, Stiles runs away, straight into danger - only to be saved by Peter Hale. Seven years later, after burying their alpha, Stiles and Malia return home.

Word Count: 3,212 | Also on Ao3 | Other Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

Chapter 8: PACK

They end up at the ice-cream shop.

Whilst its outside is nothing but peeling paint and a flickering neon sign that now only reads ' C R AM', the inside is a hidden gem of smooth pastel surfaces and large booths, paired with upbeat 80s music and the heady scent of melted chocolate and burnt sugar.

Going in, Stiles knew he was about to be submerged in enemy territory. Still, walking in to the scent of wolves heavy in the air brings back memories of the supernatural cafes and bars in New York, of the stink that had surrounded Peter when he came back from alpha meetings. He has the sudden urge to scrub his skin raw or spray perfume; he shifts closer to Malia.

The booth by the window is filled with what Stiles assumes is Scott's entire pack. There's Isaac, beside a girl with dark hair that Stiles recognises - Allison, who lives in his old house, who of course is connected to all of this, because everything in this fucking town is.

He can't help but frown at how close she sits with everyone, how easily she laughs with them, despite the stink of wolfsbane and iron that clings to her. They don't even seem bothered by it. Stiles has seen packs with humans in them before. But hunters?

The thought flees quickly as he notices the last two of the group. A girl with straight brown hair and an etched frown, and an older guy - maybe twenty-five. Both with Peter's jawline and bright blue eyes.

Stiles forgets how to breathe. Scott is talking, the others sliding into their seats, but the world is ringing, tunneled upon these two, so achingly strange yet familiar.

"Stiles?" The sound rushes back to the scene, and he looks down to see Scott has put a hand on his arm. He sees the tell-tale snake of black veins disappearing quickly up the other alpha's sleeve, so fast he could have imagined it. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. It's been a long day. What were you saying?"

"I was just introducing everyone."

"Cool, cool," Stiles slides into the booth at the edge beside Malia, facing Scott. His beta leans against him, her shock a far less visible force, but just as shaking.

Scott introduces everyone. Allison gives them a grin that is so sweet it almost hides the sharp edge behind it. Stiles barely registers that her surname is Argent, that he should probably be panicking at the fact that he has her family's blood clinging to his hands, but the information settles somewhere in the back of his mind for later, far less important than his current panic attack.

"And this is Derek," Scott says, confirming what Stiles is already acutely aware of. "And Cora. Hale."

Derek, for his part, appears distant. His mouth is permanently curled down, his eyes staring at a point on the wall opposite. He nods noncommittally in their direction. The table goes uneasily silent for a moment, and Stiles feels he must be missing some important context to this scene.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," the girl says, tone as biting as Stiles would expect-

What had Scott said? Cora Hale. Cora Hale, not Laura. Cora, who was listed as one of the casualties of the fire. Who had been in their year at school until she had vanished that night in a puff of smoke and flame.

"Guys," Scott breaks the silence, "this is Stiles Stilinski, and Malia Tate. They just got back into town and are living with me and Isaac."

Everyone leans in with interest at that. There's a question in their eyes he knows he's not supposed to see, a less-than-subtle shake of the head from Scott. No, this silent conversation says, they're human. Not a threat.

Not pack.

Thankfully, Stiles is saved from trying to bridge a conversation by the arrival of the waitress. Money isn't an issue for him or Malia, not with the exorbitant funds Peter left behind. Between the stress of the day and the ADHD in the back of his brain screaming for sugar, Stiles goes absolutely ham, and even Malia orders a few waffle cones without the ice cream- she still hasn't gotten used to being cold without her fur, let alone inflicting it upon herself on purpose.

He watches the other pack, feeling more than ever like a wolf in sheep's clothing. He can't help but study them as an enemy - just in case, he tells himself, ignoring the rational part of his brain that accuses him of paranoia. It's not paranoia if someone's out to get you, and Stiles is sure that between the mess they left behind in New York, and the mess they've discovered here in Beacon Hills, it's only a matter of time.

Eventually the blood will find them.

But for all he knows of the current situation, this pack does not seem like one in crisis. They laugh easily with each other. They lean towards each other, towards Scott, as if he is the sun, and they are just planets orbiting around him. Allison and Isaac trade comebacks across the table. Lydia inputs with sniping comments and imperious facts, switching it up with forceful compliments so genuine that the whiplash makes his head spin. Even Derek manages the occasional deadpan remark, and Cora tries, too, though she looks as awkward as Stiles feels - a new addition to the pack, he assumes.

He wouldn't guess, watching this family through the window of an ice-cream shop, that so much death and blood hangs over their heads.

Of course the peace can't last long. The conversation turns to him and Malia like an inevitable landslide Stiles can only watch rushing towards him. He feels how out of place they are in this scene, how Lydia in particular watches him as if she can see the death that weighs down his shoulders.

"So where did you say you spent the last seven years?" she asks, as if the question has been building momentum on her tongue all this time.

Uneasy, intensely curious silence drops like a weight over the table. Scott shoots nervous glances between the two of them, but everyone else watches with a hunger Stiles feels devouring him from afar.

"New York," he says, allowing a confident smile to settle on his features, as if this is all he needs to say. He has a suspicion that Lydia has conversations like chess matches, and tipping his hand with nerves is something he cannot afford.

"How'd you end up in New York?"

"I got a bus, how else would you get there?"

Lydia's eyes narrow. "Why did you end up there?"

"Getting lost in a city is easier than a town like this."

"So you left of your own accord."

"I didn't say that, and I don't think it's any of your business."

"How come you're back now, then?"

"Circumstances changed. There was nothing keeping us there anymore."

"You said you were here to pay your debts," Allison chimes in, pointing at him accusatorially with her ice-cream spoon. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Stiles curses silently, taking a moment to weigh his options. "I owe my dad for not being here," he says slowly. "I owe Scott for not being here. Whether it was my choice or not. Me and Malia just want a chance to live a normal life. To finish high school. To leave the past in the past where it belongs and where it should die. If that's okay with you?"

He spits the last question at the table, satisfied when he sees the ripple of uncomfortable guilt across their faces. Lydia's eyes remain narrowed, but he feels the tension ease somewhat. After all, for all intents and purposes he's just declared his allegiance to their pack - to Scott. That's really what this conversation is about, all other curiosities aside. Are you a threat to our alpha? Are you planning to hurt him more than you already have?

"Personally I fucking hate school," Malia says, crunching down on a waffle cone and snapping the remaining tension in an instant. "Stiles is the real nerd here. I just highlight everything in the textbook and hope for the best."

"You can just borrow my notes," Lydia sighs. "Everyone else does."

Malia grins at her, though Stiles can see the moment her thoughts wander back to Kira, to their study sessions together, and the enthusiasm turns sour.

"Maybe we could help you guys prepare for the aptitude test?" Scott asks. "Lydia's a certified genius, and I'm only failing French at the moment."

Stiles manages a smile. "I'd like that."

~~~

"Can't sleep?"

Stiles is sat on the roof that evening, staring up at the nearly full moon. It always pulls at him like this as it grows - he used to sleepwalk in the early days. Now, keeping his wolf under lock and key so often, he finds the urge, the gravity tugging him out into open sky, irresistible.

He nods silently, and Scott pulls himself up onto the roof to sit beside him. For a moment, they simply stare at the moon, transfixed.

"Nervous about going back to school?"

Stiles snorts. "School is the least of my concerns."

"I feel that," Scott nods. His voice is so heavy, so tired, that Stiles looks up immediately to examine the other alpha's face. In the moonlight, the sunshine that usuallt radiates from him seems diminished. There are deep purple bruises beneath his eyes. His shoulders slouch as if they hold the weight of worlds upon them.

For all that Stiles avoided questions during the day, now he finds his own bubbling up inside him. "What..." his voice hitches unexpectedly. "What happened when I was gone?"

Scott's heavy expression turns guarded for a second, before dropping, as if those walls are unnatural to erect, their weight too much to bear on top of everything else. He really is just a naturally open book, all too genuine.

"A lot, Stiles."

"Tell me." He knows anything he learns now will be a filtered truth filled with holes, but he wants desperately to know that he didn't ruin this boy's life by leaving. That the blood of another future isn't on his hands.

"You... you left. Theo left not much after."

"I was wandering where that guy got to."

"His sister died in the preserve; his family moved to start fresh, I think."

No death in the preserve comes without a half dozen red strings attached to it. Stiles files this information away for later.

"Your dad... Stiles, it was bad. Really bad. He got suspended from work. He went to rehab. Relapsed. Got put in the cells a couple times to sober up. Everyone tried to help him, but..."

"He'd lost everything," Stiles whispers. He doesn't want to hear this, the confirmation of his worst fears about his father. All of this is his fault.

"If you- if you ran away, Stiles, I wouldn't blame you. Your dad at his worst, he wasn't a great guy to be around. I can imagine how scary that must have been. I just wish you'd told me what it was like. I could've helped. You could've stayed with me. You didn't have to leave."

Stiles says nothing. Scott's hand inches towards his as if he wants to rest it on his arm like he often does with Isaac, to give that tactile support that pack relies on, but it falls short, resting unsure on the roof tiles.

"Anyway, my mom kinda staged an intervention, along with the old sheriff, and a couple of the deputies from work. She has experience with, y'know, after my dad. I don't really know what happened, but somehow he got back on his feet. Started going to AA meetings. Got promoted to sheriff. Started dating my mom. They've been married a year now. It was a really nice ceremony, actually. Low-key. You would've hated it."

Stiles lets out a soft laugh. "They seem good together."

"Mm," Scott replies, his mind a thousand miles away.

"Can't help but notice you're avoiding talking about yourself, though, Scotty."

"Says the guy."

"Touche."

They lapse into silence. Scott's heartbeat is steady but his scent is awash with a mixture of melancholy and regret that Stiles is intimately familiar with.

"You seem to be doing well, now, at least," Stiles says eventually, as the energy pent up in the quiet begins to itch at his skin.

Scott sighs and nods, both gestures at odds with each other. "Isaac and I became friends a bit after you and Theo left. Both the kids with no friends, y'know?" Stiles cringes. "He moved in in the spring after his dad died. And Allison moved here in January. She became friends with Lydia, who became friends with us."

The information in this story is so sparse Stiles can feel the tidal wave of details slipping in between. But how can he ask for more? How can he ask how did you become a werewolf and who did you kill to become an alpha and how long has it been, how are you so good at it, what am I doing so wrong?

"Derek and Cora aren't usually as rude as today. Well, they are - I think being a dick runs in their genes. But their sister was killed a couple weeks ago - animal attack - and it kinda fucked them up a lot. She was a really great- person."

A really great alpha, Stiles thinks, as another of the puzzle piece slots into place. He feels an unexpected pang at the thought that he will never meet Peter's older niece. He wanted to see what made the Hale pack so special. He wanted to look that woman in the eyes and ask her how she could sleep at night knowing she abandoned her pack.

"A lot of death in this town," Stiles notes as nonchalantly as he can. "Animal attacks. And my dad mentioned something about a serial killer. That's insane, man."

"It's a lot, yeah," Scott says, that heaviness returning to his shoulders like Atlas reclaiming the sky. "There was this guy. He fucked us all up in a lot of ways. But he's gone now, and somehow I think we're all better for it? I mean, we've been through so much shit. I've seen my own blood on my hands more times than I can count in the last year. But without him, I never would've become who I am. Never would've become friends with Lydia, or Derek and Cora, or..."

The names of ghosts linger on Scott's tongue before vanishing like smoke.

"Sounds like some guy," Stiles laughs, all-too aware that Scott has told him more than he probably should have. These are not the official stories, the normal stories of a teenager. And yet he doesn't seem surprised that Stiles isn't horrified.

"That's certainly one way to describe Peter."

Stiles' world shivers to a stop; shatters into a thousand diamonds all reflecting the stillness of this night, this moon.

"Peter?" he manages to choke out. His heart, he knows, is racing too fast, betraying his racing thoughts, but the world is turning to ice and dust before his eyes, and he can't bring himself to care.

"Peter Hale," Scott says slowly, eyes narrowed towards Stiles in concern. "He's Derek and Cora's uncle, but they're nothing like him. He came back to town to settle some old score with his family and got a bunch of us tangled up in the process."

There had been two months, at the beginning of the year, when Peter had vanished. Business trip, he'd claimed, as if he had a consistent job and didn't simply pull cash out of his family's obscene inheritance.

Stiles' curiosity had burned, but he'd been too busy nursing Malia back to health from the gaping hole in her head, the screaming nightmares she had to claw her way from drowning in, to care about much else.

The Peter who returned had been so quiet. His temper shorter, his remarks snider and crueler. Reckless. It had taken months for the tension, the weight, to ease from his body, and by that time the three of them had found themselves hunted for sport and chained up in their own apartment. The beginning of the end.

"Sounds rough," Stiles manages a half-strangled laugh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just-" The night has become cold enough to freeze his skin, and yet he feels heat rising like a fever in his chest. His thoughts are too fast, his lungs too small to contain the world. The moon above is little more than a haze of silver, glaring down at him in judgement. "Today's been a lot, I think. Seeing everything I've missed, everything that happened because I left-"

"Nothing is your fault, Stiles-"

"You don't know that, Scott. You don't know what might have been different." You don't know what I've done. That everything you've suffered might have been because of me. "And I'll have to live with that every day."

"You're back now," Scott says, a fierceness in his voice Stiles hasn't seen before. The other alpha finally reaches up and places his hand on Stiles' shoulder, the skin-on-skin contact like electricity grounding him to earth. "And I don't care about the past. You wanted a new start, this is it. Here, with us. You just have to let us in."

"I want that more than anything. I just... how do you ever stop looking over your shoulder? How, after all the blood you've seen, how are you so happy?"

Scott purses his lips, thinking about it. His eyes leave Stiles and find the moon above them. This thing they share, that tethers them together more than any past or rivalry might. They are both wolves in love with the stars.

"I'm not happy," Scott says quietly. "Some days the world feels so heavy I can barely stand. You should have seen me earlier this year, I was a total mess. But I put a lot of work in over the summer. I take every day as a new start. I talk to people when I can't carry the load alone. It helps, to have someone to share with. I'm sure you know that from Malia."

"I don't know if I have the energy for that work," Stiles admits. He refuses to acknowledge the burn of tears beginning in his eyes.

"So take it one day at a time. School. Social life. Life, in general. Each step is a good one, even if sometimes you feel like you're sliding backwards. It's all a journey, and it can't always be a race. Sometimes you just gotta rest."

"Wow. You should write a self-help book, Scotty, that's some motivational shit."

"I try."

They lapse into silence, staring at the sky, and somehow Stiles finds his head resting on Scott's shoulder. He hasn't been this physically close with anyone except pack, isn't sure how to feel, how to reconcile how his heart aches for touch and his skin crawls at the thought of it.

His wolf whines silently inside him at how good it feels, and how wrong it should.

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takingcourage · 5 years

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Baby Steps

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After an awkward end to lunch, Thomas and Allison each try to decide what comes next.

Note: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything other than student feedback. Why did I decide to become a college instructor, again? In my attempts to get back into the flow of writing fiction, I decided to try something new. I’m still finishing up the next chapter of Additions, plus some drabble requests for Jaime x MC, but here’s a little bit of Thomas Mendez in the meantime.

Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Sighing out the mantra, Allison yanked down her sweaty ponytail and flung the hair tie toward the cup holder. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the band slipped through the sliver of space between the center console and the seat. Biting back the oath that was ready on her tongue, she slid a hand into the crack.

Nothing but faux leather and upholstery.

“Great. Just great.” Mumbling, she glanced up just in time to slam on her brakes. A minivan swerved in from the entrance ramp, oblivious to her proximity.

Allison eased her foot back onto the gas and switched lanes. The vehicle lurched forward, its motion doing little to quell the growing pit in her stomach.

“I've got to get this out of my system before I pick up Kira.” But even with her newfound determination, the feeling didn’t go away.

She liked Thomas. Really liked him. He was quickly becoming one of the best parts of this new life she and Kira were building for themselves in Goldcliffe.

Given her history, it was little wonder that she found him so compelling. He was kind and considerate and driven: the kind of many who had integrity written over every inch of his body. And boy, is that body gorgeous, she reflected as the image of his toned physique resurfaced for the hundredth time.

But beyond all of that, he was loyal and genuine. Just the way he talked about Luz was proof of his commitment to family. Seeing their interactions had left no doubt as to his devotion and stability. Allison’s stomach rolled again, though this time it had nothing to do with the movement of the car.

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, trying to ignore the flash of heat that came with imagining what might have happened if Thomas hadn't pushed her away. It had been years since she'd been kissed -- even longer since she'd felt safe in a man's arms the way she had in his today.

For half a second, she'd been certain he was going to follow through. The quivering breath, the way his pupils had dilated to darken his eyes, the slight parting of those pink, inviting lips...

But the kiss never came. He'd panicked and grown flustered in a way that somehow made her care about him even more. Did I overstep again? Her fingers clenched the wheel at the intrusive question.

He'd assured her once that she hadn’t strayed beyond acceptable boundaries, but that conversation felt like ages ago. In the time since, she’d flirted with him during every interaction, and he’d always returned the attention.

When he realizes I’m flirting in the first place, that is, she thought with a faint smile.

Whatever they’d shared during these past weeks, it had been enough to make her believe he was ready for more than just friendship. Clearly, something had changed today.

Pulling into the museum lot, she glanced at her phone. There were still a few minutes before she needed to head inside for Kira.

Hey, she typed, mouthing the words as her thumbs tapped them out on the tiny keyboard. Thanks again for lunch and for the run. I had a great time. We should do it again sometime, but only if you want to. I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

She grumbled and deleted all but the first two sentences.

Next time you need someone to vent to, I'm here.

That wasn’t quite right either.

I really enjoyed today. Sorry for the awkward moment at lunch. Can we forget it happened?

The backlight dimmed as she continued staring at the words. What if bringing it up only made things worse? The last thing she needed right now was to pressure him and push him away any further. He would reach out to her when he was ready.

Mind made up, she tossed the phone into her purse, tugged the strap over her shoulder, and ventured inside.

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A mass of curls fell into Thomas’s eyes as he thumbed the stack of papers. He shoved the damp hair back into place with one hand, the other still searching for the cover page of the document he and Allison had retrieved from the floor. He’d been too distracted earlier to ensure that everything had made it into the pile in the correct order. Locating the appropriate page, he pulled it out and turned it face down on the desk.

It was busywork, but Thomas didn’t mind. His thoughts were too muddled to be very much use at the moment.

Soledad had always taken his pensive moods in stride. Most of the time, she’d iron the creases from his brow with a kiss before fiercely talking him out of whatever metaphorical hole he’d fallen into. She’d had a knack for driving his worries far away.

Solving problems had always been better with her. Not simpler, per se, but her methods were always more effective than his own.

It was just one of many struggles he’d been working through in the past two years. As ridiculous as it felt to admit, he’d spent a lot of that time wondering if he was still qualified to handle life on his own. After all their years of doing things together, feeling complete as an individual had become nearly impossible.

No wonder I miss her, he mused, finally coming to the end of his collating.

And he did miss her. Terribly. There were days when it physically ached to think of her.

Papers in order, Thomas sat far back into the chair. In spite of the generous cushion, his posture was rigid. The question he'd been avoiding swept back into his consciousness: What if it’s more than that?

What if he’d spent the past two years missing more than just his wife’s presence? What if the loss of companionship was every bit as visceral as the loss of her?

Until Allison, he hadn’t realized how much he craved easy conversation and camaraderie.

...Among other things, his mind wandered, eyes pulling shut again at the very recent memory of having her in his arms. On a physical and emotional level, everything had told him to kiss her. Mentally, he’d been forced to hold back.

He’d always thought that kissing another woman would make him think of kissing his wife, but today had brought him close enough to see that it simply wasn’t true. In fact, it was the stark difference between the two women that had ignited his panic.

For two years, it had been clear that he couldn’t even imagine kissing someone who wasn’t Soledad. No other woman had appeared in his dreams. No one else had been the object of his longing in the sleepless nights that had haunted him for the first year. She was the only one who ever sprang to mind when he saw other couples kiss, trying to remember what it had been like to indulge in that simple pleasure himself.

Until Allison, just the thought of kissing anyone else was unfathomable.

In the encroaching solitude of the empty office, he could finally come to grips with what had happened that afternoon. He’d been inches away from kissing another woman and he’d wanted to follow through. That fact alone had been enough to drive him away from her.

The poor woman had to wonder what was wrong with him.

Thomas’s eyes roamed over the desk before settling on his phone. As he stared into space, he composed a message in his head. Allison, I'm sorry for how things ended today. I feel like an idiot. Thanks for being patient with me.

Still, that didn’t quite capture everything he had to say.

No matter how much I like you, I can’t promise that this is ever going to get easier. I don’t know how long it’s going to take for me to move on. I don’t know if moving on is even possible.

Though he was starting to hope that it was, he wasn’t sure he felt ready to make such an admission to Allison. Even if he had been, it wasn’t the kind of sentiment to express through the cold, impersonal medium of a text.

He rose to get a drink of water, ignoring the phone on the other side of his desk.

That particular conversation would have to wait for another day.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc

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