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05. Attack of the Alpha

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Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Reader)

Episode: 1x05; The Tell

Word Count: 6508

Warning(s): Mature language, dead body, blood, medication, cannon violence

Author’s Note: Olivia and Stiles bond! Enjoy and make sure you reblog and like this chapter!

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"Look, Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it is the best sports movie ever," Jackson declared, glancing between Lydia and Olivia as he tried to convince them to watch his movie pick.

"Uh, excuse me?" Olivia looked up from her phone to raise an eyebrow at Jackson. "High School Musical is the best basketball movie. Go Wildcats."

Jackson rolled his eyes at her and gave Lydia his full attention.

The redhead instantly denied him. "No."

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper," Jackson added, hoping that would convince her. Lydia was a sucker for any movie with gorgeous guys.

Lydia shook her head. "No."

"Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it."

"No."

"I am not watching The Notebook again!" Jackson said strongly. He had watched that damn movie almost twenty times since he started dating Lydia. If he had to watch it again, he'd probably do something drastic.

"We're watching A Walk to Remember," Olivia said, popping her head in between the couple. "Remember? It's my turn to pick."

Lydia pursed her lips and then nodded. "Fine. A Walk to Remember."

Jackson scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me."

Olivia and Jackson left Lydia's Beetle and walked into the town's only video rental store. Like most nights, the store was completely empty—most of the people in town preferred to rent from Amazon or YouTube than to go to an actual store and pick out what movie they wanted. Jackson and Lydia couldn't relate.

Olivia pursed her lips and looked down the aisles, trying to find where the romance section started. Jackson followed her, aimlessly looking from movie to movie to see if something caught his attention.

"Can somebody help us find A Walk to Remember?" Jackson called loudly as he split from Olivia, looking around for an employee. "Hello? Is anybody working here?"

Olivia beamed and grabbed the movie from shelf, waving it over her head so Jackson could see. "I found it, Jax. Let's get out of here."

Jackson sighed in relief and they both turned to go to the register, only to find it empty. "You've got to be kidding me."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "They're probably in the back or something," she told Jackson, turning around to get a good look at the store. There was a ladder set up in the middle of two rows, a florescent light balancing on one of the steps with the light overhead flickering ominously. "I'll go see if someone's there."

Jackson nodded, still annoyed, and grabbed the movie from Olivia's hands, setting it on the counter in front of him along with a pack of Twizzlers for Olivia and Skittles for him and Lydia.

Olivia walked down the aisle, passing rows of horror movies organized in alphabetical order. She stopped in the middle, her eyes narrowing when she saw shoes laying on the ground a few feet in front of her.

Goosebumps popped up on her skin all over her body as she drew nearer.

I have a bad feeling about this, she thought to herself.

Olivia let out a short scream when she saw the body of the store employee propped up against one of the shelves. His glasses were askew and his shirt was heavily stained with the blood that poured from his slit throat.

"Olivia?" Jackson called, slightly panicked, and ran over to her.

Olivia couldn't speak, her sight becoming blurry with the onset of her tears. Jackson gasped when he saw the dead body and grabbed her around the waist, backing both of them up into the ladder behind them.

The ladder tipped over and the light above it came down with it, sparking and causing the other lights to flicker on and off repeatedly.

Once the two teenagers gained their footing back, Olivia came to her senses. She had to survive for the moment, she could freak out later.

Realizing that it was probably the alpha who killed the store employee and was hanging out somewhere close, she grabbed Jackson's arm and looked at him urgently.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered sharply.

Jackson nodded in agreement, the both of them turning to run out of the store.

They stopped in their tracks, unable to take one step, when they saw a dark animalistic shadow in front of them. Red eyes gleamed sharply as the lights flickered on and off and the alpha started snarling deep in its throat.

As Jackson gasped, Olivia tugged on his arm, bringing him into a crouch next to a shelf of movies. She knelt next to him, pressing her finger to her lips to tell him not to make a sound. Jackson nodded.

She hated seeing the fear in her friend's eyes all because of this stupid alpha werewolf jackass.

Olivia ducked her head out of the row, trying to see if the alpha was still in the store. Unfortunately, the werewolf sped through the aisle a few rows down from them, making her gasp and flinch back.

Jackson let out a heavy breath and Olivia shook her head frantically as she heard movies start to fall to the floor at the front of the store. She ducked her head out once again but flinched back when the shelves started to fall into one another like a set of dominos.

"Go!" she urged Jackson as the shelf ahead of theirs started falling.

They attempted to jump out of the row they were hiding in but were trapped when the heavy shelf fell on their backs.

Olivia groaned loudly next to Jackson when the wood slammed against her lower back, pushing her into the floor. Jackson was stuck too, and that worried her, but the pain she was experiencing was almost too much to allow her to concentrate.

Jackson fidgeted next to her, trying to free himself of the shelf on top of him but abruptly stopped when he saw the shadow of whatever was attacking them. Olivia froze, seeing the same shadow that Jackson had spotted.

The shelf on them got heavier as the alpha climbed on top of it and crawled over to Jackson, coming to a stop right over his back. Olivia didn't dare move and neither did Jackson as the alpha pulled down the neck of his leather jacket to check out the scratches Derek made on the back of his neck.

And then the weight was gone as the alpha retreated, running out of the store. It crashed through the front window tearing a frightened scream from Lydia's throat as it sped past her.

Stiles quickly unwrapped his cheeseburger with one hand, digging into the diner to-go bag with the other to search for his curly fries. His dad hummed from the seat next to him as he bit into his own burger.

"Hey, did they forget my curly fries?" Noah asked, watching with slight envy as Stiles popped a curly fry into his mouth.

"You're not supposed to eat fries," Stiles reminded his dad of his declining health. "especially the curly ones."

Noah rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon," he said stubbornly. "If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."

Stiles pursed his lips and gave his father an annoyed look as he grabbed his soda from the drink holder next to him. "If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong."

Noah narrowed his eyes at Stiles but Stiles just chuckled and took a long sip of his soda.

Loud static came from Noah's radio before a man's voice was heard. "Unit one, do you copy?"

Stiles excitedly jumped in his seat and reached for the radio, only for Noah to slap his hand away.

As Noah pointedly cleared his throat, Stiles muttered, "Sorry."

When Stiles backed off and stuffed some fries in his mouth, Noah grabbed the radio and held it to his face. "Unit one, copy."

"Got a report of a possible 1-8-7," the dispatch reported.

Stiles whipped his head toward his dad, a lone fry falling from his mouth. "A murder?!"

Back at the video store, Olivia sat on a gurney in the back of an ambulance. She winced as one of the paramedics prodded at her lower back where she had already started to bruise.

"Did that hurt?" the paramedic asked softly, noticing the movement. Olivia nodded. The paramedic nodded and prodded slightly above the bruised area. "What about here?"

Olivia nodded again, a grimace spreading across her features.

The paramedic nodded and gave Olivia a comforting pat on her shoulder before lowering the back of her shirt. Turning away from her patient, she dug through one of the metal cabinets and pulled out an orange bottle of medicine almost identical to the one she gave Lydia."

"Here," the woman handed the pills to Olivia. "Those are for the pain, okay? Only take one at a time, five hours apart."

Olivia nodded, reading the label. Hydrocodone. "Yes, ma'am."

The paramedic nodded, satisfied, and grabbed some gauze and antiseptic cream. "Let's get that cleaned up," she gestured to the cut on Olivia's forehead.

Olivia reached up and touched it, not even aware that she had a cut. She looked at her bloody fingertips thoughtfully.

That's why my head hurts.

Once her forehead was stitched up and the paramedic gave her the all-clear, Olivia joined Lydia at the end of the cab, a shock blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Lydia grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly, silently comforting the younger girl.

Olivia sighed heavily and, ignoring the pain in her back, leaned her head on Lydia's shoulder.

The whoop of a siren made her jump as another police car pulled up to the crime scene, driving past the spectators gathered to see what was going on. Jackson was already talking to a deputy as Sheriff Stilinski got out of his cruiser and walked up to the three of them.

"Why the hell can't we just go home?" Jackson asked him harshly, not allowing him to get a word in. "We're fine."

"I hear ya," Sheriff Stilinski tried to placate the angry lacrosse captain. "but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion."

Jackson gritted his teeth and Olivia could see him clenching his jaw. "What part of we're fine are you having a problem grasping? I wanna go home."

"And I understand that."

"No, you don't understand!" Jackson retorted, fuming. "Which kind of blows my mind since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you! I want to go home!"

"Jackson, please!" Olivia exclaimed breathlessly, rubbing her temples as her head started pounding.

She wanted to get out of here, too, but her aunt wasn't at the scene yet to release her and Lydia and she didn't think that shouting at the sheriff was going to get them home any quicker.

"Woah, is that a dead body?" a familiar voice called out from Sheriff Stilinski's car.

Olivia noticed Stiles standing by the passenger side of the cruiser and looked to where he was pointing. The paramedics from the other ambulance rolled a gurney out of the store, carrying a black body bag that Olivia just knew the store employee was in.

She gulped and lowered her head as Lydia squeezed her hand in a death grip.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed heavily and held up his hands, getting the crowd to back away from the scene. "Back up, back up."

"Um, hey, Olivia."

Olivia lifted her head, hoping that the body was in the ambulance, to face Stiles. He was looking at her worriedly, scratching the back of his neck like he usually did whenever he was feeling awkward.

Most of Olivia hated that he was here to see her so vulnerable but there was a tiny part of her that was relieved to see him.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. "Did you see the—"

"Those are my girls!" Olivia heard her aunt declare to a deputy a few feet behind them. "I'm Natalie Martin, Lydia's mother and Olivia's guardian."

Sheriff Stilinski glanced at Olivia and Lydia before waving her over and nodding at the deputy.

"Mrs. Martin," he greeted her formally, stopping her a foot away from Olivia and Lydia. "If at all possible, I'd like to ask Olivia and Lydia some questions."

Natalie huffed impatiently, wanting to get to her daughter and niece. "I'll bring them in tomorrow. If you'll excuse me."

Stiles stepped away from the Martin girls as Natalie approached them, feeling his worry lift when Olivia gave him a small smile over her aunt's shoulder.

"Just a friendly reminder," Mr. Harris announced as he slowly walked through the chemistry lab, glaring down at his students. "parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend."

Stiles rolled his eyes and continued marking his textbook with a bright yellow highlighter, glad that he was earning a 'B' or above in all of his classes.

"I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment," Mr. Harris continued, stopping right next to Stiles' desk. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall and Allison Argent?"

Stiles looked up, the highlighter cap between his lips, and saw Mr. Harris staring down at him. He shook his head minutely; he had no idea where Scott and Allison were.

The classroom door opened then, and Jackson came in, looking tired and pale with dark circles under his eyes. Everyone stopped and stared as he walked to an empty lab table and sat down without a word.

"Jackson," Mr. Harris walked over to him, patting him on the back. "if you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know."

Jackson nodded, looking uncomfortable with the teacher's attention on him.

Mr. Harris nodded and turned away, heading toward the front of the class. "Everyone start reading chapter nine," he ordered. As Stiles started highlighting his book again, he added, "Mr. Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at his asshole teacher and tilted his head back, spitting the highlighter cap out of his mouth and catching it easily. He capped the highlighter and set it on his desk before looking in front of him where Danny was sitting.

Danny, who had homeroom with Olivia Martin, who had not shown up for chemistry class—or any other class they shared.

"Hey, Danny," he greeted him, leaning forward in his seat. "can I ask you a question?"

"No."

"Well, I'm going to anyway," Stiles persisted much to Danny's annoyance. "Uh, did Olivia show up in your homeroom today?"

Danny sighed. "No."

Stiles frowned, worried about the petite brunette. "Can I ask you another question?"

Danny shook his head. "The answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her, Lydia, and Jackson last night?" Stiles asked bluntly.

He hadn't gotten to actually speak to Olivia the night before and he was worried about her. He didn't know how that guy died, what happened in that shop, or what injuries she sustained. His dad wouldn't tell him anything, much to his intense frustration.

And, of course, Scott didn't give him anything, either.

Danny hesitated for a few seconds before reluctantly admitting, "He wouldn't tell me."

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "But he's your best friend," he pointed out, causing Danny to give him an annoyed glare. "Okay, one more question."

"What?"

"Do you find me attractive?" Stiles asked, ignoring Danny's exclamation as he leaned forward in his lab stool.

Danny didn't get to answer—not that he would—because Stiles had leaned too far. He fell off his stool and onto the floor, jumping up right away. He spastically looked around, hoping that no one had seen his shame, and sheepishly sat back down.

"And what do you think attacked you in that store?" Sheriff Stilinski kindly asked Olivia, who sat at the other side of his desk with her aunt beside her.

Sheriff Stilinski had already questioned Jackson and Lydia, so she was last to go. They weren't in any trouble—Sheriff Stilinski made sure they all knew that—but the police still needed to ask questions and get their written witness statement.

"A mountain lion," Olivia answered dutifully, knowing that was what Lydia and Jackson reported.

She just wanted to be done with this whole thing. She hoped that Derek would get Scott to help him find the alpha because this situation was getting out of hand. Not only was Laura dead, but so were two other people. It was a disaster.

And now Jackson and Lydia were involved and that was the last thing she wanted. She loved them and didn't want them in the line of fire. The alpha, whoever they were, knew about them now. Who knows what would happen next?

Sheriff Stilinski nodded and wrote down Olivia's answer before flipping through the file they had on her. "All right," he sighed. "we have pictures of your injuries for the record and your statement. I think you're good to go, Olivia. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Of course, Sheriff," Olivia said politely, shaking the hand he held out to her.

"You'll call if there's any progress?" Natalie added, shaking his hand as well.

"Of course, Mrs. Martin," Sheriff Stilinski assured her before looking back at Olivia. "I hope you and Lydia feel better."

Olivia gave him a thankful smile and allowed her aunt to lead her out of Sheriff Stilinski's office. She couldn't believe that he was Stiles' dad. The cool, calm, and collected guy in there didn't seem anything like the spastic, sarcastic, and weird brunette she knew and was sometimes annoyed by.

Then again, she wasn't much like her parents, either. Her dad had been sneaky and narcissistic, though he loved her very much, and her mom—what she remembered of her, anyway—was kind-hearted and soft-spoken.

Now that she thought about it, she wondered why her parents ever got together.

Natalie led Olivia and Lydia out of the police station and once they arrived home, Olivia went straight up to her room. She was ready to take a pill for her pain and pass out for the afternoon.

She took a shower and changed into some pajama shorts and a tank-top before wandering over to Lydia's room to check on her.

Lydia hadn't really spoken since the incident the night before and Olivia was worried about her. The only reason she wasn't going crazy was because she actually knew what attacked her and Jackson but Lydia didn't know about werewolves, so she was pretty shaken. Olivia honestly didn't blame her.

She knocked on her cousin's door and opened it when she heard Lydia's loud, slurred reply. Lydia was lying on her bed, checking her manicured nails, her lips pursed fiercely. She turned to face Olivia, her nightgown sliding up and revealing her panties.

"There you are!" she squealed when she saw Olivia, a beaming smile on her lips. She shifted around and patted the space next to her so her cousin could sit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking on you," Olivia said, covering Lydia up with her pale-pink throw blanket. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fantastic!" Lydia breathed happily, resting her head on Olivia's shoulder.

"What did that EMT give you?" Olivia chuckled, spotting an orange medicine bottle on Lydia's nightstand next to the stuffed giraffe she gave her. She grabbed it, her eyes widening. "Ah, the good stuff."

"Mhmm."

"I bet you can't say 'I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop,'" Olivia dared her.

Lydia sat up and gave her a determined look. "I saw Shuzy," she mispronounced. "I shaw—I saw—"

Olivia stiffened as Lydia stared off into space, as though she was reliving the night before. She placed a comforting hand on Lydia's shoulder and asked, "Lydia, what did you see?"

She really hoped that Lydia didn't see the alpha.

"Something."

"Something like a mountain lion?" Olivia questioned softly.

Lydia nodded and turned to her with a bright smile. "A mountain lion!"

"Are you sure that's what you saw?" Olivia had to make sure.

"A mountain lion."

Olivia sighed and grabbed the stuff giraffe, holding it up in front of Lydia. "What's this?"

"A mountain lion!" Lydia smiled goofily.

"Okay, you're high," Olivia concluded, exhaling heavily. She couldn't exactly make sure Lydia didn't see anything if she wasn't even herself right now.

"I'm gonna go," Olivia told her cousin, standing up from her bed. "You should get some rest."

Lydia nodded and promptly face-planted into her pillow, her soft snores starting up immediately. Olivia shook her head, smiling, and went to leave, when Lydia's phone buzzed with a text message.

Olivia grabbed Lydia's iPhone and gasped when she saw what was already on the screen. There was a picture of the alpha—big, black, and disfigured with red eyes—jumping out of the video store.

So she did see the alpha, Olivia thought sadly.

She really wished she could keep Lydia out of all this. It was too dangerous.

Olivia left Lydia's room, keeping Lydia's phone, and went straight to her room. She popped a pain pill and sat on her bed, staring at the picture of the alpha.

What was she going to do?

The final bell of the day rang and Stiles practically sprinted from his Spanish class. It was torture without Olivia there and he was still worried about her. And, with the fact that he hadn't seen Scott at school at all, he was beginning to get restless.

His idiot best friend hadn't answered any of his text messages or calls, either.

He ripped his phone from his jeans and dialed Scott for the third time. Thankfully, he picked up.

"What?" Scott snapped at him.

"Finally!" Stiles exclaimed, accidently hitting the person walking down the hall next to him as he waved his arms excitedly. He gave them an apologetic look. "Have you been getting any of my texts?"

"Yeah, like all nine million of them," Scott answered.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" he demanded. "Olivia and Lydia are totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time-bomb inserted into his face, another random guy is dead, and you have to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Something."

It was quiet on the other end of the call before Scott sighed. "Okay, I'll deal with it later."

As Scott hung up the call, Stiles let out a groan of frustration.

Shoving his phone back into his jeans, Stiles hustled out of the school. He intended on visiting Olivia to see how she was doing and give her the school assignments she had missed for the day. He knew how important her academics were to her, especially chemistry. He braved Mr. Harris' glare to get her extra work, so hopefully she'd be grateful enough to tell him what happened the night before.

Olivia's aunt answered the door with a bright smile and when Stiles told her why he was there, she perked up even more.

"That's so kind of you," Natalie gushed as she led him up the stairs to Olivia's room. "She didn't say anything but I knew she was worried about falling behind."

"I don't think she could ever fall behind," Stiles chuckled. "I'm pretty sure she's ahead of our teachers."

"Both of my girls are bright," Natalie bragged, the both of them coming to a stop outside the last door in the hallway. She knocked. "Liv, sweetheart, can I come in?"

"Yeah!" Oliva called, shocking Natalie and Stiles by how loud her voice was.

Natalie opened the door, revealing Olivia. She was lying upside down on the end of her bed, the top of her head brushing against her area rug.

"Honey, Stiles is here to see you," Natalie informed her niece, gesturing to the boy beside her.

Olivia's eyes widened when she saw Stiles waving at her. "Did you know Stiles rhymes with miles, files, and biles? Ooh, and Kyle!"

Natalie chuckled awkwardly as Stiles grinned in amusement. "I'm guessing she had some of her pain medication. You can go on in."

"Thanks," Stiles said graciously, shuffling into Olivia's room and looking around.

Olivia's room was large, the walls painted a light lavender. There were two doors that led to different rooms, a desk, a bookshelf, and a vanity all painted white. A pale-pink area rug was thrown on the hard-wood floor, matching the pale-pink, purple, and navy comforter covering her queen-sized bed. Everything was organized meticulously and there were pictures of Lydia, Jackson, Derek, and others pinned neatly on a cork board above her desk with a large painting of an elephant above her bed. What surprised him most was the two whole shelves dedicated to comic books and geeky knick-knacks, which included a Harry Potter wand collection and small replicas of Captain America's shield and Thor's hammer.

If he was honest, he didn't expect this when he pictured Olivia's room. Stiles wouldn't say that Olivia was cold, but he knew how much she kept her emotions to herself. In fact, it seemed like she kept a lot of things about her to herself. He would have never guessed that her room was borderline-girly and she was a huge geek like himself.

It surprised him, but it was a nice surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Stiles spun back around to face Olivia, who was still upside down, noticing that her eyes were already on him.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," he told her, shrugging off his backpack. "And, uh, I brought you the work you missed."

"Oh," Olivia scrambled off her bed, doing a messy roll onto the floor. She popped back to her feet before Stiles could help her and sat back down on her bed. "Thank you! I thought you came to find out what happened last night."

"Er," Stiles rubbed his head. "Actually..."

Olivia rolled her eyes, sobering up a little. "I don't wanna go over it all because I'm sure Derek will be here soon to ask for the full run-down, but I'll tell you some," she sat against her headboard and patted the space in front of her with her toes, gesturing for Stiles to sit.

Stiles rushed over to her bed, heart pounding because he had dreamed about being in Olivia's bed a thousand times—it wasn't the most ideal situation, but maybe he'd get there soon—and sat down, giving the petite brunette a grin.

"We went to get a movie, Hoochers, or—" she shook her head. "No, it was The Notebook, I think. I can't remember right now."

"Hoosiers?"

"Maybe, I don't know," Olivia admitted, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. "Jackson and I went in the store and saw the dead guy. The alpha came in. End of story."

"That's it?" Stiles prodded, just to make sure.

"I'm pretty sure, Stiles," Olivia said, louder than intended, as she harshly rubbed her forehead, looking upset. "It's all fuzzy, I can't—"

"Hey, it's okay," Stiles said earnestly, leaning forward and pulling her hand away from her forehead. "Are you all right? Your aunt said you're on pain meds. Is it for that?" he gestured to the small butterfly bandage on her forehead.

"Yeah," Olivia gave him a shy smile, looking at her hand that was still in his. For some reason, she didn't pull away. "And a shelf fell on me, so..."

Stiles winced, horrified. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "my back is all bruised up."

"Wow, I'm sorry."

Olivia waved him off.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm more worried about Lydia, to be honest," Olivia admitted. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed Lydia's phone, handing it to Stiles. "Look what I found on her phone."

Stiles stared at the picture, horrified. That was the alpha? That was what Olivia, Jackson, and Lydia saw? The alpha was terrifying and ugly at the same time.

"Wow," he murmured, handing the phone back to Olivia.

Olivia scoffed. "Yeah."

"I should call Scott," Stiles declared, looking back at the photo. "He'll want to know about this, right? Do you mind if I—?"

"Go ahead," Olivia shrugged. "Here, I'll send the picture to you so I can delete it on here."

"Okay," As Olivia deleted the picture, Stiles pulled his phone out and dialed Scott once again; he got his voicemail. "Hey, it's me again. Look, Olivia found something and we don't know what to do, okay? So, if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great."

He huffed and glanced at Olivia, noticing the small smile on her lips.

"Or else I'll kill you," he continued to leave Scott a message. "Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but—"

"Tell him you'll hang him by his toes and make him eat dog food," Olivia suggested, giggling to herself.

"That's kind of weird, Livvy, but not bad," Stiles admitted, going back to the voicemail. "Goodbye, Scott!"

Olivia giggled again, her eyes bright. "You sure showed him."

Stiles rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but chuckle. "Shut up."

An hour had passed since Stiles called Scott and they had yet to hear a response but they weren't exactly bothered by it. The pain medication in Olivia's system had waned, so she was more sober than before, and she and Stiles had started debating about math being more than just a way to calculate tips.

"I'm telling you, Stiles, almost everything you do involves math," Olivia declared. "Nurses use it. Scientists use it. Bartenders use it."

"You don't use math to write an essay," Stiles argued.

"It depends on what the essay is about."

"I'm just saying," Stiles raised his hands defensively, liking how he could easily get a rise out of her. "when I'm in the FBI, I probably won't use math except to pay tips."

"You're so frustrating!" Olivia exclaimed. "You know perfectly well that FBI agents use math!"

Stiles snickered. "Yeah, I do."

"That's what I thought—wait," she gave him a suspicious look. "are you messing with me?"

Stiles grinned. "You look very cute when you're angry."

Olivia gaped at him, a little amused—just a little—and grabbed the throw pillow next to her, whipping it at him. "Stiles!"

When Stiles laughed, catching the pillow before it hit his face, she couldn't help but join in.

A knock sounded from her door, causing them to calm down, and Natalie popped her head in. Sirius, Lydia and Olivia's corgi puppy, ran into the room and hopped onto the bed.

"Hey, sweetheart," she smiled, happy to see the happy look in her niece's eyes. "I'm heading to your parent-teacher conferences."

"Okay," Olivia smiled and stroked Sirius' back as he snuggled into her lap. "Tell Uncle Thomas I said hello."

"I will," Natalie grimaced, thinking about her ex-husband. "Stiles, are you staying?"

"Uh," Stiles looked at Olivia, who nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

"No problem," Natalie smiled again. "Liv, order pizza if you get hungry. Lydia's still sleeping but make sure you get her something."

"Okay, Aunt Nat," Olivia waved. "Bye."

Natalie waved back and shut the door again.

"So," Stiles turned to the puppy in Olivia's lap. "Who's this?"

"This is Sirius," Olivia grinned. "Lydia wanted to name him Prada but she relented when I suggested Sirius. She said he was, indeed, a star."

"Sirius Black is my favorite Harry Potter character," Stiles commented, reaching forward to pet Sirius. His golden hair was so soft and fluffy it made him want to cry with joy.

Olivia beamed. "He's Lydia's favorite, too."

Stiles grinned back at her. "How old is he?"

"Almost a year."

Stiles' phone started ringing, the main theme from Star Wars, which startled Sirius. He apologized as the puppy yipped and jumped off Olivia's bed to cuddle up on the dog pillow in the corner.

"He startles easily."

"Sorry," Stiles saw that it was his dad calling him. He groaned and answered the phone. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, where are you?"

"I'm at Olivia's house."

There was a pause, as though Noah couldn't believe what Stiles was saying. "Olivia Martin?"

"Why do you say that with such surprise?" Stiles asked, a little offended.

His dad knew how much he liked Olivia but did he think Stiles wouldn't have a shot with her?

"What? No, no, I'm not surprised," Noah said quickly. "Anyway, please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight."

"Eh, that depends on how you define good news," Stiles grimaced.

Noah sighed. "I define it as you getting straight 'A's' with no behavioral issues."

"Well, you might wanna rethink that definition," Stiles admitted. His grades were fine, of course, but he had some work to do in the behavioral department.

"'Nuff said," Noah said and Stiles could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Get home before curfew, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Bye."

Stiles sheepishly looked back at Olivia after he hung up. "Sorry, that was my dad."

"It's fine," she waved him off. "So, did you want to study, or...?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could help me out," Stiles grabbed his backpack and pulled out the files he snuck from his dad's office about the video store victim and the bus driver.

Olivia took them, reading over the names. "You stole these?"

"Stole, borrowed, same thing," Stiles shrugged. "I was going to try to see how they're connected."

"Like why the alpha went after both of them?"

"Exactly," Stiles nodded, seeing the small grimace on her face. "You don't have to, though. I know it might be hard."

She had seen the store employee's body, after all.

"No, it's fine," Olivia inhaled deeply. "I want to see how you do your detective thing."

"Well, prepare to be amazed, Livvy."

"Let me tell you, there's plenty to say about Lydia," Mrs. Everett, one of the sophomore English teachers, said, closing Lydia's student file as she faced Natalie and Thomas Martin.

Natalie and Thomas were the typical divorced couple; they fought almost every second they spent in each other's presence. It wasn't pleasant for anyone, especially Lydia and Olivia, who suffered from it the most.

Thomas Martin scoffed. "Did I not predict this?"

"Oh, here we go," Natalie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Total nuclear meltdown as usual."

"What is it?" Thomas asked Mrs. Everett. "Is it her grades, concentration issues, erratic behavior?" he punctuated his question by glaring at Natalie.

"I'm not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with," Natalie snapped at him before facing Mrs. Everett. "As if that wouldn't warp a sixteen-year-old girl."

Thomas shook his head. "Just tell us what the problem is."

"I wasn't aware there was a problem," Mrs. Everett said sternly. "Academically, Lydia's is one of the finest student's I've ever had. Her AP classes push her GPA above a 5.0. I'd actually like to have her IQ tested. Socially, she displays outstanding leadership qualities. I mean, she's a real leader."

"Okay," Thomas looked surprised by Lydia's accomplishments. "How about Olivia?"

"Olivia is a fine student," Mrs. Everett declared. "After Lydia, she has the highest grade point average in her grade, which is amazing considering the fact she skipped her fourth-grade year. Mr. Harris noted that she shows initiative in all of his classes and has great promise in the sciences. With all she's been through, she's turned out to be a great young woman."

Natalie smiled, glad to know that her girls were doing so well with their academics.

Across the school, Noah Stilinski sat across from Coach Finstock, watching as he rummaged through the numerous student files on his desk.

"Stiles, that's right," Coach said absent-mindedly. "I thought Stiles was his last name."

"His last name is Stilinski," Noah sighed.

Coach raised his eyebrows at the sheriff in disbelief. "You named your kid Stiles Stilinski?"

"No, that's just what he likes to be called," Noah said. God forbid that anyone knew that Stiles' real name was Mieczyslaw.

"Oh, well, I like to be called cupcake," Coach commented. "What's his first name?"

Noah reached over Coach's desk, brushing off another files from Stiles' and tapped the tab where Stiles' real name was written. Coach gaped at it, his eyes wide.

"Wow, that's a form of child abuse," he said, amazed. "I don't—I don't even know how to pronounce that."

"It was his mother's father's name."

"Wow, you must really love your wife," Coach scoffed.

Noah pursed his lips sadly, reminded of the fact that Claudia was no longer there with him. "Yeah, I did."

Coach got the hint. "This just became incredibly awkward."

"Hey," Noah leaned forward in his seat. "what do you say we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake?"

"I like your thinking," Coach pointed at him with his lacrosse net pen, opening up Stiles' file. "So, Stiles. Great kid, zero ability to focus. Super smart, never takes advantage of his talents."

Noah furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision," Coach informed him.

Noah shifted uncomfortably, cursing Stiles' ADHD for what seemed like the millionth time. "Well, I mean, it does have...historical significance, right? I mean—"

Coach cut him off. "I teach economics."

Noah sighed, his cheeks burning. "Ah, crap."

"Have you found anything?" Olivia asked, peeking over at Stiles.

Stiles shook his head. "Not really. I mean, the guy used to be an insurance agent before he was a bus driver."

"This guy was arrested for arson a couple years ago," Olivia looked back at the file in front of her. "That doesn't seem to be related, though."

"So we have no idea why the alpha targeted them," Stiles huffed in frustration, closing the bus driver's file.

"Well, sometimes two people don't make a pattern, right?" Olivia shrugged.

"Right, three's a pattern," Stiles agreed. When he caught the curious look on Olivia's face, he added, "One's an incident, two's a coincidence, three's a pattern. It's something me and my dad say..."

"Oh," Olivia grinned. "Clever."

"Yeah, I—" Stiles paused as his phone rang. He scowled when he saw that it was Scott. "Nice of you to finally call me back—"

"Stiles, it's your dad!" Scott said hurriedly.

"Wait, what?" Stiles shook his head. "What about my dad?"

"He was hit by a car in the school parking lot. Get down to the hospital, okay?"

Stiles paled considerably, his heart racing. "I'm on my way."

(Gif is not mine)

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melo-yello · 5 years

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Bloodie Knuckles

Not my moodboard

Pairing(s): Sweet Pea x POC Reader

Warning(s): swearing, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/n has got an axe to grind and some missed placed rage. Who better than Sweet Pea to help her out.

A/N: This takes place somewhere in season 2. I like my Sweet soft but tuff around the edges so be prepared. Also reblog or comment and I'll add you to the Taglist.

Word Count: 4k+

Wrappers and loose leaf pages decorated the floor around your feet. The awful mood that hung on your shoulders since receiving the worst news of your life only seemed to pile higher and higher.

“Where the hell is it?” You curse ripping yet another item form your locker and tossing it to the tiled hallway floor.

The pastel pink snake plushie flew from the top shelf. Sweet Pea had won you that on your last trip to Midnight Park , a cruddy little amusement park just pass Greendale barely worth the trip. The small theme park had been a home away from since you guys were kids. Fangs and Pea would compete for prizes at every single booth while you and Toni took on every coaster in sight.

Naturally Sweet Pea would take you there as a first date. Insisting Pop's just wasn't special enough. After taking down three 8 year olds, a 12 year old and two 14 year olds in a water gun race Sweet Pea presented you with the goofy pink snake with enough charm to rival his own.

The teddy usually proudly positioned at the top of your cluttered locker now lay on top of your dingy white canvas high tops.

The longer you searched the small confides of the metal walls the more your temper edged over its peak.

You slammed the now empty locker enough force to rattle a few beside it. It rang up and down the corridor. The mob of teens rushing to morning classes almost shrieked to a standstill to find the source of the abrupt commotion.

“Jeez Y/n, are you okay!?” The former lead pussycat turned river vixen asked placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. One of the last people you wanted to see at the moment. All too easy of a target to lose the full weight of your rising temper.

Cynical laughter erupted from your chest as you turned to face her. She had no idea the unbridaled flames that wait behind that glass smile you gave her.

“You would know wouldn't you, Popstar Princess. Or are you too busy to care about what happens to the Southside?” You quipped down at the girl who barely made it past your shoulders.

Out of the corner of your e/c eyes you see Toni and Fangs turn the corner just in time to watch the scene unfold. You shrug. Your rage in every sense was grounded.

Toni knew that wild look in your eyes all to well. She tugged the taller serpent down and whispered something to him. Fangs simply nodded and pulled out his phone. He exchanged a few phrases and then hung up all without his eyes leaving your face.

Too bad you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Hostility steeping dangerously hot between the two of you.

“Oh just that your Mom is doing great job of screwing over the Southside!” The venom that had been boiling in your veins finally slipping over.

“My mom is just doing her job!”

“I'd sure as hell hate to see what it looks when she doesn't!”

“What is your problem?”

“Don't even get me started. Shit, even you aren't that blind, Primadonna?! Let me see I can't pick between her being a hypocrite or forcing me and family out on the street.”

“Y/n, I'm so so sorry it's jus-”

“But tell me how does she possibly fit the time in her busy schedule to pull all nighters with Sheriff Keller in sleazy little motel rooms.” You hissed pulling your ring clad hands into a tight fist.

Each finger arrayed in metal and cheap gemstones. Your h/c curls hung freely as a menacing glare settled onto your features.

Astonished gasp sweeps through the crowd.

“What the hell are you trying to say?” Josie's remorseful confusion melted into furious indignation.

Wild eyed embarrassment made its way onto her face. Your lips curl in sneer as you clear your throat. Before the words could leave your lips grunts and curses rippled from the back of the mob of teens.

“Move the fuck out of my way.” Rang the gruff voice of the tall dark haired serpent pushing his way through the crowd and glaring down at anyone who dared to question him just to plant himself directly behind to you.

A firm warm hand grasped your shoulder. His touch nearly cold compared to the searing heat broiling just below your brown skin. You glance long enough to meet the soft pleading expression that played across his features.

For a split second your confidence crumbled into conflicted confusion. The hurt just below the surface peeking through. A lapse in your molten fury that was cold and vulnerable revealed itself to his piercing deep brown eyes.

“Y/n. Don't.” He warned gently. A simple request to leave that night where it was.

To leave that night at Shady Palms a memory. A memory swallowed in secrets. Secrets that didn't belong to either of you. You both just witnesses to one of the many lies that litter this town. A lie on the Northside two serpents were never supposed to see.

…

“How about we grab some snacks then we can try that corkscrew thing I was telling you about.” You giggle pulling Pea's blazer onto your shoulders as you both exited the motel room. Hiding away the lacey f/c bra from the outside world as you straighten your black pencil skirt and shuffle into your shoes.

The defined h/c curls that crowned your head and elegantly framed your face at the beginning of the evening were now ruffled and slightly frizzed. Strong thick fingers had worked themselves in and out and around them. Pretty much ruining the style.

Not that you could complain. His methods were proving to be quite satisfactory to say the least.

“Baby, if I knew all you needed to be absolute freak was a room at Shady Palms, I never would have waited for a special occasion to bring you here.” Pea laughed tucking his hands into his slack pockets not bothering to button the top half of his white dress shirt. He wore the red trail of hickies down his neck and chest with pride. His thick charcoal locks were smoothed back and out of eyes. Making those chocolate irises even more captivating.

Sweet Pea finally dawning something without leather or a snake on it.

You didn't look like serpents tonight.

You just looked like teens. Teens with trouble in your eyes and hope hidden behind every smile. You almost looked like you belonged on this side of town. Like maybe you crept from your bedrooms as your loving parents held each other in their own bed as the tikes slept soundly down the hall and your golden retriever curled up on the edge of your bed.

The only tell of Southside on you both was the serpent ink.

You shoved the giant teen and nearly tripped over your creme colored pumps.

“You still can't walk in those things?” Pea snickered offering his arm to steady you.

“I wear them to keep up with you. It's not my fault I've got to look like a giraffe to do that.” You grumbled while accepting his arm and tucking yourself into his side.

A smirk settled on his face genuinely happy to welcome your warm frame close to his own. You rest your head on his shoulder.

“A sexy ass giraffe.” Sweet Pea chuckled.

You couldn't help but laugh at him and how matter of factly he said it. A snort escaping your throat only made him laugh even harder.

“Right this way Mayor McCoy.” The hardy voice of Sheriff Keller rang out as he stepped into the hazy fluorescent light with a self assured grin on his face.

The laughter died in your throats. Your feet cement themselves to the ground. Pea slid his hand from his pocket and laced his fingers into yours. You pressed your palm flush against his.

A silent promise of loyalty.

Not matter what.

Mayor McCoy shook her head latching onto his arm.

“Oh come Tom, how many times do have to tell you. Call me Sierra.” She giggled tugging a puppy dog eyed Sheriff Keller into a room a few doors away from where you and Pea stood frozen. But not before she pulled Keller’s lips down to hers.

“Shit?!?” Pea muttered as you both stared transfixed on the Mayor and Sheriff tangled around each other.

Both watching as the door shut to the cheap room. Waiting for the click like it was permission to breath. With that the tension in the air fizzled.

“I really hope they don't need anything from the vending machine.” You snickered awkwardly looking up at Pea doing your best to resurrect the bubbly energy of before.

Sweet Pea took the bait as he pressed a kiss onto the back of your palm and wrapped his arm around your soft hips.

“I don't think Skittles come in a self righteous flavor yet so we're safe.”

Your steps retake the aimless trot to the machine glittering in the moonlight at the corner. Little jokes tumble back and forth from your lips to his. Leaving whatever those two were doing in that room. Leaving the illusion of the North side intact.

Here was so Safe. And so Honest. And so Pure.

...

You snatch yourself free from his grip pressing the overflowing emotions back down in their bottle.

“Are all you northsiders that dense? It seems that our beloved Mayor McCoy is busying putting in overtime screwing-”

“Oh Fuck You, Trailer Trash!” Josie screamed pushing you square in the chest ruffling the grey tee with sleeves cuffed and blood red script reading Try Me Bitch.

You stumble back.

Ooos ripple from the surrounding crowd.

“Take it back, Pussybrat!” You demand stepping up to her.

“Why should I! Hey maybe you tell your parents to pay their damn rent and they wouldn't have these problems when someone actually does what their job.” The mob continued to instigate.

Your chest tightened. The rapid drumming of your own heartbeat filled your ears.

“You'll be lucky if you can stand after saying that shit to me!” You snarled her sweater dress filling your fist and drawing back with the other.

No hesitation.

You swung full force only for your body to be snatched backwards and slung into the air and finally over an impossibly broad shoulder.

“What the hell!”You bark trying to shake yourself free from the constrictor grip Sweet Pea had on your hips.

His signature scent of cheap cologne and wildflowers gave him away immediately.

“Josie you okay?” Pea mused ignoring your protests as he helped her to her feet.

“She sure as hell won't be if your let me finish what I started. Put me the fuck down!” You growl slamming your fists into his back over and over again.

“She's sorry too.” Sweet Pea shrugged making no indication he even felt your hits.

Josie just nodded waving him off as she straightened her mustard mini dress with off the shoulder puffed sleeves.

A steady ache in your fists made that clear he was unphased so you stopped.

“You can bet your pretty ass I'm not.” You spat wiggling in Pea's firm grasp.

He kissed his teeth and turned away from her as the crowd parted letting him through. No one was willing to chance the absolutely definite asskicking they'd get if they didn't step out of his way.

Your curses circled the hallways as he rounded the corner. It wasn't until he stepped inside the empty gymnasium did he place you on the ground.

“You crossed a line back there.” Sweet Pea scolded staring down at you in utter disbelief.

“No Pea I didn't you made sure of that!” You huffed crossing your arms glaring back at those disappointed dark eyes.

Don't gimme that look.

“You know what I'm talking about! Shit,Y/n! We made a promise not to say a word. That was not your shit to unpack!”

“Someone had to pop the wannabe teen idol's bubble! She was gonna find out eventually!”

“You didn't do that for her! That's not why you said that shit! You had half school watching! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU HAN-”

“I HAD THAT SHIT HANDLED, PEA!”

“LIKE HELL YOU DID, L/N!” Sweet Pea shouted throwing his hands in the air. His own temper flaring which only fueled yours. Sweet Pea cut his eyes away from you.

“YOU HEARD THAT COCKY LITTLE BITCH, PEA! YOU HEARD HER CALL ME TRAILER TRASH! SWEETS, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE ON MY SIDE!! AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES THAT THE NORTHSIDE IS TRYING TO SNUFF US OUT!” You raged eyes wild as you press your curls away from your face and those e/c eyes of yours settle on the ground. The shame of it all beginning to set in.

“I heard it and any other day I would have chewed that brat out, but I'm not standing by so you can total McCoy's ass and get suspended. Babe who else's side could I be on? Why do think I tossed your crazy ass over my shoulder? You've got to chill you're starting to sound like Jones.”He snickered rolling his eyes doing his very best to lighten your mood.

But the tension pressed into your features didn't clear.

“SWEETS I'M SERIOUS! IT'S LIKE THEY'RE TRYING TO ERASE THE SOUTHSIDE! FIRST OUR SCHOOL! THEN OUR JACKETS! THEN OUR CLOTHES! AND NOW OUR HOMES! THEY'RE TAKING EVERY PIECE OF THE SOUTHSIDE FROM US! Before we know it ...they'll be...nothing left.” You fumed stepping toward him and taking his hand in yours halfway expecting him to pull away.

He didn't.

Instead he curls his warm fingers around yours without hesitation. Perfectly surrounding your hand so naturally as if his were made to intertwined with yours.

“Gonna take a wild guess this doesn't have shit to do with Josie.”

Your words stick to the mucus that starts to coat your throat. Eyes glassy now, you just nod as you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

He always could read you like an open book. Hell most people could but he was good at it. All the hidden meaning and subtext were child's play for him. He just knew you.

Pea's your even match. He always made you feel safe and like nothing could get to you. Like the world just couldn't knock you down. Like as long as you had each other there wasn't anything that could tear you two apart. That you didn't have to cry if you didn't want to.

But not now…

Everything just kept crumbling. The hot tears you'd been sealing away since you tore that eviction notice from your door stung at the corners of eyes.

“Aye Y/n, we're fine. We're gonna make it Serpents always do.” He whispered confidently pulling you into him and your head to his chest gently stroking h/c curls away from your face.

“Sweets, I'm sorry. Just sorry. So fucking sorry.” You muttered wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Trying pull him as close to you as possible. Anchoring yourself in his frame. Hoping to hide every fallen tear in the fabric of his black shirt. Teeth tearing into your bottom lip as you beg yourself to be strong.

"No you're not Baby. What did you do? Why are you apologizing?” He hummed trying his best to just hold you. Hold onto your trembling form while you unraveled in his arms. Wrapping himself around your broken parts so he could brace your fall.

Vulnerably for you was the hardest. You hated to let him see you break down and hurt and cry. Giving him part of the weight of the pain you carried always gave you pause.

Could he still love me when I break.

Could he still love me when I fall apart in front of him.

You had a tendency to hold it all in usually until it all came pouring out. Sweet Pea gently rubbed circles into your back and tangled his fingers into your soft h/c curls.

And waited.

“Yes I am. I'm so sc…so scared. Sweets, I'm sorry because I'm scared. I've been so scared for days. I haven't been sleeping. Barely eating. I don't have anywhere else. Sunnyside is all I've got. I can't go anywhere else. Aren't you scared, Pea? I'm terrified. I haven't been this scared in a long time. I was trying to be brave. I wanted to be brave for you, for Cass, for the serpents, for everyone , but… I just can't. What are we gonna do?! Fuck I can't be some foster kid! What if they take me from all of this. All I've ever known! What if they take me away from the serpents! What about Cass? What about Fangs?! What about Toni?! What about Jug and FP?! What about you Sweets?! I Can't Lose Everything Again! I Can't Lose You! Fuck Keller! Fuck the Mayor! Fuck My Folks…fuck them…they.” Your voice hitched in your throat. You couldn't bring your lips to form those words.

You trembled steadily.

...

The morning after your older sister's graduation. The stillness of the small metal house.

The quietness.

Completely uncanny. No fussing baby brothers woke you that morning. No 4 year old sister to throw a fit as you move her toys from the middle of the hallway floor. No smell of burning bacon and oatmeal filled the air. The loud curses traded between your mom and her boyfriend never came.

The tidiness. Like it had been professionally cleaned. Just an empty trailer and 10 year old.

A freshly sober big sister sat on the rickety sofa with an unopened beer next to a crumpled sheet of notebook paper. Her diploma tossed on the far side of the room. She just stared at the place where the tv should have been. Your little fingers unraveled the wad of notebook paper only to find a half assed letter.

Princess,

I'm done waiting for him. We're Leaving. Cass will take care of you.

Good Luck, Sweetheart.

scribbled in your mom's handwriting smeared with her signature peachy pink lipstick. Just below that a dingy 20 was taped to the page. Hot tears barreled down your cheeks as Cass stood snatching the beer from the table.

You latch yourself to her wrist. Pleas for her to stay rip from your lips. Snot trailing down your face as she freed herself from your grip.

“Screw them! Princess my ass! What the hell does she think a 20 is gonna do for the rest of your life!” She hissed slamming the trailer door.

The motorcycle revving and spraying the loose gravel by the trailer as she sped off out of the Sunnyside. You sat sticky faced with your knees tucked to your chest on the steps and prayed that someone would come back home.

...

“You don't have to say it. Baby, I know. Trust me I know.” Sweet Pea breathed unevenly as he squeezed you gently. He held the same tension in his shoulders as you.

The last couple days Sweets had been busy doing jobs for the Serpents. Pulling gigs well into the night. A welcomed distraction from the mass eviction of Sunnyside Trailer Park.

His home and the home of over half the Serpents.

His family.

Everything was falling apart.

The look of ruin that flashed across his aunt's face only to be replaced with solemn hopelessness sent chills down his spine.

Everything you both had ever known was teetering by a thread and you had been trying to shoulder it all by yourself.

You had hidden your terror in texts and in silly jokes and songs when he called. Assuring him that the Northside couldn't phase you. No matter what.

You lied and he believed.

Moments like these made it painfully clear in the grand scheme of this war between North and South you were still children who knew too little and whose voices didn't matter enough.

The silence was almost suffocating.

“Baby, you don't have to apologize,”He paused to cup your face in hands just to be sure your eyes met his, “We're all pretty damn scared. I've had knots in my stomach for days. I thought it be easier to ignore this bullshit. Wait for it to blow over, but only seems grow. Shit's hit the fan. Every time the Southside makes a statement it's punished. Drowned out like we don't deserve this town. Like we couldn't possibly know what this town does in the dark. The crime. The murder. The theft. The drugs. Hell even the psychos. Somehow are all thought to be spawns of serpents. Like all the demons of this town must be ours. But if their honest with themselves every monster that haunts this hell hole is of their own making. Lies are the only thing holding everything together. But we won't roll over and die. They can't tear us apart. Or scare us into submission.” He spilled out as if he'd been holding his breath. Pea bit his lip as a tear or two dribbled down his cheeks. His deep brown eyes holding such a courageous fear.

Like he was too afraid not to be brave. He had somehow managed to push all his fears and his worries into unadulterated boldness.

“Pea look at us we're a mess. Cryin and shit.” You smiled brushing a tear from his cheek.

“Baby, I'm not afraid of what I feel. You shouldn't be either.” He teased pressing a chaste kiss on your lips which was probably salty and snotty and gross. He made no indication he cared. He just returned your weak smile.

“I'm trying. It's just hard you know.” You mumbled placing your forehead against his chest.

“I know. I know. You did pretty good.”

“Really?”

“Really, Y/n. Just don't attack anymore cheerleaders. I think they put people off the squad for that shit.” He chuckled lifting your chin and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I owe her an apology, don't I?” You wince rolling your puffy e/c eyes and taking his hand. Sweet Pea shrugged.

“You told like half school about her mom's affair so probably.” He nodded following you to the doors to the hallway.

Before you could reach them; the gymnasium doors swung open to reveal a very worried Fangs, Jughead, and Toni.

Your faces still wet and tear streaked. Especially yours.

“So this where you love birds ran off to.” Jughead snarked the worry peeling off his face.

Fangs without hesitation pulled you away from Sweet Pea and into a bear hug.

“Oh Y/n,” He cooed then held you by the shoulders scolding you, “What hell is wrong with you?!? Picking fights with the mayor's daughter?!? You wanna get rounded up all over again?!”

Sweet Pea snickered at the over affectionate serpent, but he still shifted to catch your expression to be sure Fangs wasn't upsetting you all over again.

“Sorry Fangs.” You smirked sheepishly.

Fangs nodded and pulled you in for another hug before letting you go. Toni shoving him eagerly aside.

“Outta my way, Mama Bear.” Toni said meeting your eyes with a burning ferociousity.

Toni's fairy-like stature was entirely inconsequential when she hit you with a face like that. Just a reminder she was very capable of kicking the ass of anyone in the room.

She traded death glares between you and Sweet Pea.

“Toni, I kno-” You cleared your thought to offer an apology, but she cut off with a hand.

“That was really stupid and-”

“And I shouldn't have done that.” You sighed hanging your head. Your temper had put Sweet Pea's shame.

“AND really bad ass!” She smiled punching you in the arm and then hugging you.

“Get over here Pea. Thanks for snatching up this crazy bitch.”

“Somebody had to.”The larger serpent just cheesed motioning for the other boys to join the hug.

The ring of bell brought the full house moment to the end. The five of you headed out attempting to pretend nothing had happened and get to 2nd period on time.

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rowdy-revenant · 7 years

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Guilt and Innocence

Part 4 of Cops and Robbers

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (general masterlist)

Words: 1400+

Beta reader: @unsink-the-titanic

Pairing: Sheriff!Gabriel x reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this series! And yes, there’s most likely gonna be a lot of plot holes, but this is why I’m not a mystery writer. I tried. I hope you enjoyed it!

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“Gabriel, we need to talk.” You said, running up to the sheriff.

“Y/N, Metatron wasn't killed here.” Gabriel said.

“I know. I might know where he was. I also know who was stealing from you.” You explained. You told Gabriel the name.

The sheriff's eyes widened in shock. “What?!”

“Yeah! He owed Crowley money. Lots of it.” You told him.

Gabriel started to put pieces together. “So Metatron figures out who the thief is and decides to confront him.”

“But the thief had already left.” You said. “So Metatron goes to his house and blam! Gets murdered there.”

“Y/N, we can't blindly accuse him!” Gabriel said.

“It's not blind! And the murder weapon might be there, Gabriel, trust me!” You pleaded. Gabriel knew you were right, even if he didn't want to admit it.

“We'll go check it out,” Gabriel said. “But we need a lead.”

“Well, if he thinks you've arrested me, he might run off to get rid of remaining evidence.” You explained. “We follow whoever flees.”

“Ready to create a diversion?” Gabriel asked.

You chuckled. “I've got diversions down to a science.”

“Y/N,” Gabriel sighed, approaching you. “You're under arrest.”

It was seemingly out of nowhere, right in the middle of the police station.

You tried stammering out an answer as your hands were forced behind your back. “Gabriel, I-”

“That's Sheriff Novak to you!” Gabriel exclaimed. Metal cuffs bit into your skin, they'd surely leave a mark later. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

Despite the shock of what was happening, you smirked. “Well, I can think of a few things…” Gabriel didn't return the smile. “Please don't make this any more difficult for me.” You were lead from the building into the back of the sheriff's car. The situation was familiar, but this time it was all too different. This time there was Gabriel, who wouldn't even meet your gaze in the rear-view mirror.

Gabriel kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel, mouth shut tight. But the corners of his mouth soon twitched up into a smile. Finally, he let out a laugh. “You got pretty handsy back there.” You chuckled. The sheriff glanced back at you. “Hey, I was just trying to sell it.” Gabriel pulled the car over, walking over to the back where you were sitting. He opened the squad car door and unlocked your handcuffs. “I guess all those years of drama club finally paid off.” You snorted. “You were a theatre kid?” Gabe placed his hand over his heart, faking offense. “I was, and still am, an amazing actor.” He got back into the front, you sitting next to him in the passenger side. “Never sat in the front of a cop car before.” “Well, let's hope that's the only place you'll sit in a cop car from now on,“ Gabriel said. “Now, if my hunch is right-” “If your hunch is right, the real killer will be rushing off to the actual scene of the crime to dispose of any leftover evidence.” You finished. You waited a few minutes, parked inside an alleyway, lying in wait. Sure enough, a figure got into their car and sped out of the parking lot. Gabriel frowned. “I know that car…” “Do you know where its owner lives?” You asked. The sheriff sighed. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Gabriel took a breath, collecting himself before he knocked on the door. He wasn't surprised by who opened it but still wasn't ready to see that man. “Nick.”

“Gabriel?” Lucifer's blue eyes darted between you and the sheriff. “What's going on?” “You were in a rush to get home.” Gabriel stated. “Everything alright?” “Fine, just wasn't feeling well.” Lucifer muttered. You glanced inside, catching sight of a mop, taking in a breath and almost gagging at the sharp stench of cleaning liquid. “Fuck,” You coughed. “If you're so sick, why clean up?” You asked. “I- I-” Lucifer stammered

“Where were you the night of Metatron's murder?” Gabriel asked. The reply was short. “At home.” Gabriel took another step forward. “Metatron was murdered elsewhere by someone who worked for me. Someone with a gambling problem.” Lucifer's eyes looked panicked, like those of a cornered animal. Without another word, he pushed the sheriff to the side and took off running. Gabriel's head hit the corner of the mailbox by Lucifer's door. “Y/N, I'm fine!“ Gabe insisted, clutching his bleeding forehead as you stepped towards him. “Just get Lucifer!“ You nodded and took off. Your feet hit the pavement at an increasing pace as you chased after Lucifer. The detective was fast, but you had experience. You could usually outrun the cops. Lucifer was right in front of you now, panting but not giving up. You jumped forwards, tackling the suspect at his waist. He hit the sidewalk hard, grimacing at the pain. Foot pressed against his back, you kept him in place.

“Nick Morningstar,” Gabriel panted, catching up to you and handcuffing the colleague he once trusted. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Metatron Curtis.”

Gabriel walked out the interrogation room, fingers drumming against the side of his leg.

You leaned against a wall outside, two paper cups in hand. “Hey.” You said, a sympathetic smile on your face.

“Hey.” Gabe replied.

“I got you a coffee,” You told him, raising the drink. “Extra sugar. Just the way you like it.”

He took it, nodding towards his office. You followed him in and took a seat as he close the door behind you.

“Did he confess?” You asked.

Gabriel sat behind his desk, raising his feet up on the table. “Didn’t have much of a choice. They found the murder weapon hidden in his house with his prints on it. It took a while but…” Gabriel sighed. Lucifer was an old friend. It was hard to do this, but necessary. “Lucifer dug himself into a hole. Owed a loan shark money but had nowhere to get it. Nowhere but here.”

“When everyone’s favourite ex-thief shows up, that’s when he struck, yeah? Tried to pin it on me?” You added.

Gabriel nodded. “Exactly. Metatron figured it out, confronted Lucifer at his house, and was stabbed in the heat of the moment with a kitchen knife. Lucifer dumped the body here and wiped the security footage.”

You put the coffee on his desk. “Don’t beat yourself up about this. You’re just doing your job.”

Gabe nodded. “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I’m sure you could’ve.”

“Nope. You’re a part of this team now, whether you like it or not. We need you.” Gabriel smiled. “I need you.”

You bit your lip. “About that… What are we?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you took me out on a date for starters.” You explained. “And we’ve sort of been flirting. I just couldn’t tell if it actually meant something.”

“I like you, Y/N. If you want to be more serious, then that’s what I want. If you want to forget it all and just be friends, then that’s fine by me.” Gabriel said, taking one of your hands in his.

“You’d date a criminal?” You asked.

“You’re not a criminal.”

“I was a criminal.”

“Not anymore you’re not.” Gabriel said. “I like you for who you are now, not who you were.”

You laughed. “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah, and you love it.” Gabe replied, grinning. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He passed you over a couple papers.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“Call it a one minute anniversary gift. Read it.”

You looked over the paper, heart racing as you took in the information. You had to re-read them just to make sure you weren’t wrong about this. “Civilian consultant?”

“Bingo!” Gabriel said. “You were doing well with the intern thing, and I convinced a few people you turned over a new leaf.”

“Gabriel I…” You tried to speak but you couldn’t find the right words. “This is great! Thank you!”

“Stay on the good side of the law and it’ll all work out.” Gabriel assured you. “To us.” He added, lifting up his coffee.

“To us.” You echoed, raising yours. You took a sip then set the cup down. “Do I get a badge?”

“Don’t push it.”

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