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princesskittycatofmeowland · 2 years

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TEEN WOLF REWRITE

CHAPTER NINE: WOLF'S BANE (Part 2)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)

Word Count: 2930

Warnings: Swearing; angst; extremely awkward, cringe-worthy scenarios

Posted on: 3/31/22

I sighed when I looked up, and saw Stiles had parked the car in his driveway.

"This isn't my house." I said to Stiles.

Stiles chuckled before jokingly saying, "Perceptive."

I didn't laugh back, simply giving him a blank look to let him know just how hilarious I found him to be. He cleared his throat, uncomfortable, licking his lips before saying,

"I... need your help with something."

I sighed, wordlessly getting out of his Jeep and walking to his door. I tapped my foot against the floor, quietly, but impatiently waiting for Stiles to open it for me to enter. He gave me a nervous chuckle, letting me come in first, and I walked inside without even sparing him a glance as I headed straight for his room. Was I being a bitch? Definitely, yes. Did he deserve it? Who knows.

I walked inside, only to jump back in fright when I saw Derek there, standing like a statue on the side of the room with his hands inside his leather jacket. He raised both hands slightly, silently telling me to calm down. I raised my eyebrows at him as Stiles came in a moment later to sit in his desk chair, completely missing seeing Derek there.

"Hey, Stiles!" Mr. Stilinski yelled from downstairs, making him turn his chair around to face his door, expecting his dad to walk inside as we could already hear him coming up the stairs.

"Yo, Da— Derek?" He said, his eyes landing on Derek as I walked towards his bed, sitting down on top of it as I watched the scene unfold before me.

Stiles clumsily ran outside, stopping his dad from coming in as he leaned against his door frame, the door half-closed with his body acting as its door stopper.

“What'd you say?" I heard Mr. Stilinski ask as I let myself lie on my back on Stiles’ bed, closing my eyes as listened to their conversation. I ignored Derek, even though I could practically feel his eyes on me.

"What? I said, "Yo, D-Dad." Stiles said, and I heard Mr. Stilinski sigh before saying,

"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"My first game... Guh—Gosh. Great! Awesome. Uh... good." Stiles said awkwardly, making me sigh loudly in frustration. It was quiet for a few seconds before I barely heard Mr. Stilinski ask quietly,

“Is someone there with you?”

“What! No! No. No no.” Stiles replied, chuckling nervously, which again was followed by a moment of silence.

"Well, I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." Mr. Stilinski said, an awkward moment later.

"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud... of myself." Stiles said, which made me smile, in spite of the fact I was still very much angry at him.

"So, they're really gonna let you play, right?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

"Yeah, Dad-- I'm first line!” I furrowed my brows when I didn’t understand the noise he made at the last part of his sentence. And judging by the, yet again, awkward silence that followed, neither did his dad.

"I'm very proud." Mr. Stilinski said.

"Oh, me, too. Again, I'm— oh! " Stiles' body was pulled from the doorframe, effectively closing the door shut as it no longer had a door stopper preventing it from doing so. I presumed Mr. Stilinski pulled Stiles into a hug and my suspicions were confirmed when I faintly heard him say repeatedly, muffled through the closed door, the words,

"Huggie, huggie, huggie..."

At least now I know I can roll my eyes with my eyes closed.

“So, uh, is it Liz you have in there?” I heard Mr. Stilinski ask and I opened my eyes and sat back up to make myself presentable, and ready to go out if I had to. Anything to keep him from finding out that we were harboring a state fugitive/wanted, alleged, murderer.

“Yup! Mhm. Yup. We’re just hanging out. You know, like—like normal. Like what we normally do. Just us. Scott has a thing, so it’s, uh... just us.”

I huffed out a sigh, looking at the ceiling in exasperation as I already knew how it must’ve sounded to Mr. Stilinski—or anyone who isn't Stiles.

“Right. Well, um... Just be careful, alright, son?” Mr. Stilinski said, making me cringe as that statement felt something akin to a calm before a huge fucking storm.

“What?” Stiles asked, more clueless than the average monkey.

“Just...You know?” Mr. Stilinski said before he dropped the most awkward bomb of all awkwardness the world will ever know; at the Stilinski household no less, where awkwardness itself first originated.

“Wrap it before you tap it. Use protection. Listen to your partner and—”

“OKAY! Okay, then, dad. I-I—We will. We will. Okay, so just—you should probably be heading down now to your thing, right? ‘Cause, you have that thing, and you don’t want to be late to that thing...”

"See you there." Mr. Stilinski said, his voice fading as I imagined Stiles pushing him away—far, far away from here.

"Take it easy." Stiles said back quickly and after a moment more, he immediately ran back inside to see the sight of me sitting on his bed with my head on my hands.

"Oh!" I heard Stiles exclaim, shortly followed by a thud, making me lift my head up to see him pushed up against the wall by Derek.

"If you say one word..." Derek growled, to which Stiles replied sarcastically

"Oh, what? You mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun?"

Derek was silent, no witty comeback to counter Stiles’ sarcasm.

"Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles said smugly, slapping his chest, which he immediately regretted doing shortly after, as Derek seemed to contemplate whether or not to kill him right on the spot. Opting against it, he let go of Stiles, rearranging Stiles' jacket as it had gotten messed up, but in a way that suggested it wasn’t because he was trying to be kind. Trying to look cool, Stiles huffed out a laugh and did the same to him before walking away.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles exclaimed, flinching back when Derek took a quick and menacing step towards him, ripping off the blanket of the cool and unbothered persona Stiles had flimsily covered himself with. I chuckled at the sight as I dumped my head back against his bed, closing my eyes. I heard him scoff before he sat back down on his desk chair.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked us.

"No. He's still working on it." I answered, my eyes still closed.

"But there's something else we can try.” Stiles said before he explained. “The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.

"...So?" Derek asked, not understanding how that was of any importance.

"So, it wasn't Scott." Stiles said, quickly getting to the point.

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked, now interested on what Stiles had to say.

"No, not me... But I think I know somebody who can..." Stiles trailed off, and when neither of them spoke, I opened my eyes and turned my head to see the both of them looking at me.

"Well, I can't do it." I told them, sitting up.

"No. But Danny and Lydia can." Stiles told me and I raised my eyebrows at him in surprise.

"Danny?" I asked, not quite sure I heard him right, but he nodded his head to me in confirmation. And Lydia—doesn't surprise me in the least. I shrugged, pulling out my phone to call Danny. We had this project not due for another week that I used as context to lure him to Stiles' house. He asked a bit of question as to why, but I only told him I was already there, and that his house was closer to mine. He seemed to buy it.

Lydia was surprisingly easy to get here. There was no lie I could think of that she wouldn’t see through that would ever bring her to come here, which was why I simply told her the truth. Or... part of the truth, anyway. I told her we were in pursuit to find the killer, and seeing as it was technically true, she believed us. Also, I’m pretty sure she thought putting her hacking skills to good use would be an excellent, mindless distraction, considering what had just happened between her and Jackson. Plus, I told her Danny would be there.

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked Stiles, standing over him, while Derek and I watched silently from the side. I was still seated on the foot of Stiles’ bed whilst Derek sat himself on a chair close to me, trying to look inconspicuous as he pretended to read Stiles’ history textbook. The same one Scott used when he was trying to hide from Allison.

"Trace a text." Stiles said casually, annoying him and making him turn to me for an explanation, instead.

"I came here to do lab work— that's what lab partners do." Danny told me.

"And we will! ...Once you trace the text." I told him, giving him a cheeky smile when he pursed his lips at me in annoyance.

"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny asked, and I opened my mouth before shutting it closed a second later.

"What makes me think he knows how?" I asked Stiles, and he gave me a goofy smile before looking up at Danny from his seat.

"I-I looked up your arrest report, so—" Stiles started before Danny cut him off.

"I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges." Danny said defensively.

"Ooh... What'd you do?" I asked, singing the question but Danny was not in the same playful mood as I was.

"No! We're doing lab work." Danny said firmly when Lydia entered the room, walking straight to where I was sitting like she owned the place.

"Hmm. No we're not." Lydia told him, confidently walking past him and sitting beside me on Stiles' bed as though she'd been here a million times before. Lydia stared him down from her seat, and as though powerless against the 5-foot 3 girl before him, he sighed before relenting, sitting down besides Stiles in his desk.

Stiles did this thing where he silently raised his arms victoriously-- and not-so-subtly-- above his head, and the sight of it put a grin to my face I, unfortunately, couldn't suppress.

I excused myself to get two more chairs for Lydia and I to sit beside them. When I came back and placed the chairs beside the two, Lydia sat beside Danny, leaving me to begrudgingly sit beside Stiles. He smiled at me but I simply stared at the screen Danny was working on, not in the mood to smile back. He sighed sadly but I ignored that, too, watching as Danny seemingly waited for something to load in the screen, tapping his fingers impatiently.

"Who's he again?" Lydia asked us, pointing the lip gloss she was applying on her lips at Derek, whom was still seemingly reading his book on the other side of the room.

"He's my cousin, Miguel." Stiles said quickly, a terrible lie but not as horrible as mine.

"He's a stripper." I said at the same time as Stiles. The three of them all stared at me; Stiles, with an openly disappointed look on his face. He looked at me like I was the one thing in the entire world that he didn't understand; open-mouthed and his head slightly turning left and right in a disapproving manner and ...wonder, perhaps?

After a moment, he snapped out of it but he still stared at me with that same look in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, my cousin, Miguel, also... moonlights as a stripper to make some extra dough to help his family, so..." Stiles said reluctantly, and I nodded my head in support of his words but neither Lydia nor Danny seemed to notice as they simply stared at Derek, observing him from their seats as he continued to pretend to read, when in truth he was actually listening in to every word that was being said using his supernatural hearing.

" ...Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked us.

"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles told him and I nodded my head, deciding it best not to speak anymore for the rest of this conversation.

"Hey, Miguel... I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts?" Stiles called out to Derek, making him look up from his book at the four of us. He angrily slammed his book shut, not taking his glare off of Stiles and I as he stood up from his seat and headed straight for Stiles' drawer.

"So, um, how do you know how to do this?" Danny asked Lydia, seemingly trying to distract himself when Derek took off his shirt, to which Lydia countered,

"How do you?"

Before they could each sing to each other their origin stories, however, Derek called for our attention once more.

"Uh, Stiles...?"

"Yes?" Stiles asked tensely beside as he turned his seat around to face him, barely holding in an agitated sigh. Derek tugged on one of his shirts, stretching it to emphasize his point as he said,

"This? No. Fit!"

"Then try something else on." Stiles said, annoyed.

"Sorry. So—" Stiles said but stopped when he saw both Lydia and Danny eyeing a very toned, very shirtless Derek. Super-hot and super cool back tattoo and all.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?" Stiles asked Danny loudly, nudging him as he had shyly averted his eyes from Derek, whom had donned Stiles' orange and blue shirt.

"Huh?" Danny asked uncomfortably, not meeting our eyes as it danced from his lap to the computer screen.

"The shirt?" I told him, somewhat catching on to what Stiles was planning. Danny was already on board, so I guess this was just incentive? Added encouragement, perhaps? Either way, he was pimping Derek out to the both of them and that, I knew how to do. I mean, I've basically been doing that to both Scott and Stiles since Kindergarten to Mrs. Apple.

"It's... it's not really..." Danny was saying before Lydia boldy repeated, out loud,

"No. It's definitely not his color."

"But... It's the color of the Mets..." I said to Lydia's as she had stood up from her chair to walk over to Derek and confidently help him find a wearable shirt his size and style. Derek begrudgingly let her, throwing a dirty eye our way.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny-boy?" Stiles whispered to Danny, to which Danny simply replied,

"You're a horrible person."

"I know. It keeps me awake at night." Stiles said back, and realizing we were getting off topic, I redirected us and said,

"Anyway, about that text... "

But once again, we were interrupted by Derek, still shirtless, and this time yelling,

"Stiles! None of these fit!"

Lydia was using her hand to lean against Stiles' drawer while her other hand rested on her hip, a sassy look on her face that told me she was not impressed with Stiles' wardrobe.

"I'll need the ISP and the phone number." Danny said quickly to Stiles, distracting himself from Derek's hotness by turning his back to him fully.

"Don't forget the exact time of the text.” Lydia said to Danny before turning her head to me, asking, “And Beth? Does your boyfriend have any clothes that'll at least fit Miguel here, or are all of this kiddy sized?"

"Hey!" Stiles complained the same time I argued,

"He's not my boyfriend!"

We both looked at each other, then quickly looked away, our faces beet-red from embarrassment. I pointed Lydia to Stiles' back closet where he kept his “Jackson” clothes from when he was still trying to impress her. Stiles tried to emanate Jackson so much he even bought what clothes he would wear in his size. Thankfully though, they were big and stylish enough-- for Lydia's standards-- to fit Derek's size and hot-o-mometer. Don't ask.

Danny and Lydia worked on decrypting wherever—and whomever-- it was the text came from while Stiles and I resumed our task of ignoring each other. This time for another reason entirely.

Finally, after a time that felt like a millennium of waiting with the silence, save for Danny and Lydia arguing with each other over the best way to approach their problem-- a few snippets here and there, finally...

"The text was sent from a computer." Lydia told us, getting all of our attention—even Derek's.

"That one." Danny said, pointing to an IP address none of us paid attention to as our main focus was more so on the letters of a name, painted in bold red.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked no-one in particular.

"Mhmm." Lydia hummed before turning to face him, putting on a sultry smile he ignored before asking him, "Why?"

She knew why.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles muttered.

"No. It can't. It's not." I, unconvincingly, declared as the both of us stared at the name that was colored in red with apprehension and worry.

Melissa McCall.

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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 1)

Monster Maze HighXMonster High

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun

The Spring/Summer season, A Flowering but sunny season for Romance, vacation And Mating.

But also a Season for the sports specially in the Monster Maze High, where the Students and the Staff where preparing everything for the most importan Event for them.

The Monster Olympics an important event where the Students shows their skills in many sporty activities in competition against any School for monsters.

Everyone especially Betrayus was excited for the event.

Betrayus: Alright Class, that's all for today's class but first I have an announcement for all of you!.

Clyde: Will you wanna add an Ice Cream Machine in the Cafeteria!?

Inky: Clyde we already have one...

Clyde: Oh.. Hehe yeah I forgot that part.

Pacster: Awww I don't minded to have another one...

Skeebo: Chill out Lemon lizard, is that really the only thing you use your mouth?

Spiral: Hey!! Don't insult my Bro like that!!

Bradley: Hey! Don't yell at my boyfriend!!

Pacster: and you don't yell at my Friend!!

Victor: And you don't yell to my Ex!!

Pacster: Try me Bitch!!

Aurora: Oh no..

Ryan: *face palm* Ugh...

They were about to fight as many times in other classes but they where stopped by Mr Betrayus.

Betrayus:*Demonic Voice* SILENCE!!

The students where now quiet in their seats

Betrayus: Uhum as I was saying I have good news for you.

Pinky: Will you add Hot springs rooms for all the students and the Staff?

Cylindria: Pinky.. this is the first time I'm Agree with you.

Inky: Yeah! Sounds like a good idea.

Betrayus: *Sniff Sniff* We are already working on it, Pinky you have an A by thinking in the staff :,D

Pinky: Really!? Thank you Teacher~

Skeebo: Tsk.. smug..

Bradley: C'mon Foxy it's a Great idea~

Ryan: Oh Man I can't wait for it..

Betrayus: Easy Dear Students, as you already know... The Monster Olympics is coming here, so for it I sent to make new uniforms for you and why not the staff too.

Amber: We will have new Sport uniforms!!?? O.M.G Now I don't know what is better if the Hot Springs or the uniforms!.

Farid: Duh Obviously Both news are wholesome... I hope the uniform is Blue, that color makes my beauty shine~

Farren: dude, the most important thing is that the uniform is comfy enough for us.

Spiral: You understand me Bro

Farley: *lifts his hand up* Hey Mr D-.. Betrayus.. with who we will compete this year?...

Blinky: Tell me we will not compete against the Belfry Prep...

Inky: Yeah.. I know we beat them..

Bradley: but they where such a bastards with us..

Skeebo: Ugh that vampires.. if I see any vampire from that school I have no doubts in Break his teeth by what they do to you that year Bunny..

Betrayus: Good Boy Skeebo~ but Don't worry Guys we will not Compete against them again...

Aurora: Phew what a Relief..

But this year they would fight against a School similar to them.

Betrayus: We will compete against Monster High!

Farley: Monster High?..

Pacster: You mean that school where all the cool things happens there?

Betrayus: What do you mean?

Spiral: Yeah, we are all follow a monster blog where many news are released, and all the cool things happens in that school and of course it's released in the page..

Amber: Since founding the Vampire Queen and give her company in her movie release in Horrywood, face the same Van Hellsing, Going to Boo York, etc.. all the things happens in this school are just fights, parties, and regular School dramas.

Mandy: *sighs* yes, the only interesting thing happened in this School is Just the Attack of Apex Crowd next to his pet Hans.

Cylindria: It's not the School's fault, we don't look for an adventure because we don't want it... I most suggest more school trips.

Betrayus: Conceded And you have an A by understanding as always Cily.

Bradley: And Dad? How would be the things about the event?

Betrayus: Good Question son, i asked for the uniforms, they will be here this Friday, about where we will do the event, me and my brother already talked with the Headless Master Bloodgood and we are agree in doing the event here in this same campus, before the event some students from Monster High will come to know you and take along.

The Ring bells, it was time for lunch and the students where free to leave.

Betrayus: Well students that's all for today's class don't forget to do your homework *leaves*

Everyone have leave except for the Fluffy Gang, Farid and Farren noticed that Farley was completely in shock while his tail was wagging.

Farid: C'mon Farley it's Time for lunch and time to take care of Claw.

Farren: Hey, what's wrong man?

Farley: We will compete against Monster High.. you know what that means?

Farren: Being hitted as we were hitted by Skylanders academy?

Farley: No!.. I-its not that..

Farley's expression was a mix between nostalgic and Excited

Farren: Oh shit.. now i know what that means.. That Cat..

Farley: I will see her again!! After long time without seeing us, i will finally see her again!! *Wagging tail*

Farid: Did you 2 have never being in contact?

Farley: Uhm yes, we have calls sometimes but seeing eachother, not really.. when i had the opportunity something happens as what happened with Claw and his mother if you remember... I was expecting of seeing her.. but don't misunderstand me I love the baby Claw.. but I still miss my old friend.

Farid: Now you mention that.. I wonder if she and her pals have adopted a baby like us, except it's a doggy.

Farren; Don't say stupid things..

Farley: Well let's go to lunch, I can't wait to see her.. *leaves*

Farren: or did he never asked her to take a walk, while we take care of Claw?

Farid: a Guy asking a girl to meet up and take a walk, you don't think it sounds like a date?

Farren: Well that's a good point.. but it's still so dumb of him to wait for meet up with her.

Farid: Hmm Dog's stuff.

The Fluffy Gang finally left the classroom without knowing that someone have recorded them.

A Ghost Girl left the Monster Maze High flying back to her original School.

The Day ended and it was time for the students and the Staff to rest.

Room 01

Stratos was getting ready to sleep when his younger brother entered into his Room with a cup of Tea.

Betrayus: Hey Dear Brother, *gives him the cup*

Stratos: Thank you Betrayus, *drinks it*

Betrayus: And tell me dear brother, what do you think of this?

Stratos: It's the First time we are doing this event in this campus, how do you think I am!?.

Betrayus: Don't worry, we will work hard to make the school look their best.

Stratos: *Sighs* at least I can count with you in this moments.

Betrayus: Just rest easy Stratos, everything would be okay.

Stratos: I Hope so.. *Finishes his tea*

Stratos fell asleep quickly throwing the cup in the floor.

Betrayus taked Stratos to his bed and left his room.

Betrayus: Ohh Man, the chloroform worked hard... The good thing is that i never mentioned him that Elli and Mitzy would come here to see the event..

2 days later

The Day of the visit of the Monster High have finally came, the Maze High students where waiting for their visit.

When they arrived, they started to take along

Name: Frankie Stein

Daughter of Frankenstein

Age: 16 (Days of life)

Specie: Living corpse (Frankenstein)

Frankie: *waved to the students* It's so nice to being here, I'm so glad that another school is having this kind of inclusion.

Spiral: Wow, you are like me

Frankie: You're like me too! By the way I'm Frankie Stein

Spiral: Spiral Stein, well the Stein part is just a nickname, my actual nickname is Hunterson

Frankie: Heheh, for one moment I thought that you were my cousin, by the way, Who builded you?

Spiral: A Couple of Scientist Elfs, my adoptive parents.

Frankie: Wow really? My grandfather builded me, Victor Frankenstein.

Spiral: Victor Frankenstein!!?? The original!? That's so cool!

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Daughter of the Werewolf

Age: 16

Species: Werewolf

Clawdeen: do you really don't have Werewolves here?

Victor: Nope, mostly Weredogs and a Werefox, the only werewolf we have is the School guard Mr Derek the scary wolf standing behind us.

Name: Howleen Wolf

Daughter of the Werewolf

Age: 15

Species: Werewolf

Howleen: T-t-that man is really scary.

Victor: don't worry he is a nice guy, hehe

Amber:*goes to a Pink vampire girl* Uhhh~ are you the famous vegetarian vampire?

Draculaura: Uhm.. yes?

Amber: Eww did you bring your mutt with you?

Clawd: Grrrghh...

Amber: Ugh you give me-

Betrayus: *pushes Amber away* Draculaura!! You're here!

Name: Draculaura

Daughter of Dracula

Age: 1,600

Species: Vampire

Draculaura: Godfather Betrayus!? *Jumps to hug Betrayus* It's nice to see you again!

Betrayus: it's a pleasure too, sorry for not going to your 1,600 years party.

Draculaura: It's okay, i really loved the gifts you seended me

Name: Clawd Wolf

Son of the Werewolf

Age: 18

Species: Werewolf

Clawd: Godfather Betrayus?

Draculaura: Yeah, He is my dark baptism godfather.

Betrayus: Heya, you most be my Strawberry's Boyfriend, good work in making her happy.

Clawd: Really?.. you are not disagree with this?

Draculaura: Clawd, My godfather is married with a Jackalope.

Betrayus: and my hybrid son has a Werefox boyfriend.

Clawd: That's amazing! I never expected this.

Betrayus: Well welcome to the family Bud

Farley was looking for her friend between the monster high students

Farley: I wonder if-

Name: Toralei Stripe

Daughter of the Werecat

Age: 16

Species: Werecat

Farley: Tori!?

Toralei: Sheepdog!?

Farley: Tori!!

Toralei: Sheepdog

Farid and Farren: fuck..

Claw: Mew?

To be continued....

Stratos: *throws Farid and Farren a Shoe*

No swearing in front the kitten!!!

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