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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 64 ; Condition Terminal

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,609 Warnings: angst, protective!stiles (he’s kind of an ass, but i think it’s necessary), multiple pov switches, cliffhanger at the end..?? A/N: Hi, friends! If you haven’t seen my super tiny announcement the week before Thanksgiving, then you’ll know that I had Baby Boy on 11/18. We’re adjusting to life with a 5 year old and a newborn, but the Little went back to school on 11/29, so hopefully between feedings and diaper changes with Baby, I’ll be able to edit more and get more content out for y’all. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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THIRD PERSON POV

After Emma had passed out from the blood loss, Stiles immediately called her parents. He told them what had happened and that an ambulance was coming for her before hanging up the phone and waiting for the ambulance to show up.

Stiles didn't want to leave Emma's side, but after hearing her words, something sparked inside of him. You'll always be my hero. Even though he told himself over and over again that he wasn't a hero, she still believed that he was. Emma believed with all of her heart that Stiles was a hero. In his own way. Not like Scott; supernatural abilities and all that jazz. Stiles was a hero in his own way. Without him coming up with plans and doing research, pretty much everyone would be dead. He was the man with the plan.

As he thought about all of this, he sat down next to Emma's head, placing her head in his lap. He began stroking her hair when Scott squatted next to him. 

“She'll be okay,” Scott said. “She's a fighter. If she can survive Peter almost killing her, being paralyzed by Jackson and dealing with a creepy stalker Matt, almost getting killed by Jennifer, Void, the Deadpool-- she can come out of this.”

Stiles thought back to all that they've encountered over the last two years. A lot's happened and Emma survived and came out on top. He smiled a little. “Yeah. She's a fighter, alright.”

Scott chuckled a little and looked at Emma, noticing the necklace that she'd been wearing every day for the last six months. He leaned forward and put his finger under it, trying to get a better look. “She's worn this necklace every day for six months.” “Yeah. It's one of her favorites,” Stiles replied, not even paying attention to Scott. 

“You never see what's attached, though,” Scott said. He pulled the chain up higher, seeing if anything was going to dangle off of it. To his surprise, a ring was attached. “Uh, Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

“Got anything you wanna tell me?” 

“No, why--” Stiles said. He looked up at Scott, seeing that he was looking at Emma's promise ring, and sighed.

Scott looked at him. “Care to elaborate? Like, when you gave it to her?”

Stiles sighed and hung his head, closing his eyes. He opened them back up and looked at Emma's sleeping face. “I gave it to her after we rescued you and Kira in Mexico.”

Scott didn't say anything, just waited for more of an explanation with a smirk on his face. 

Stiles sighed again and went into his tiny rant. “I made her a promise that I'll always love her. To be by her side through all of the supernatural shit that comes our way. Never leave her for another girl. A promise to love and cherish her.” He looked up at his best friend. “Scott, I'm gonna marry her one day. It's basically a promise to her. I've wanted to since I knew what love was.”

Scott’s smirk started to turn to a smile when he heard the ambulance outside. “Ambulance is here--” He heard two car doors shut. “And her parents.”

“Awesome,” Stiles muttered. “Her dad's gonna put this on me... like usual.”

The ambulance came in first, getting Emma hooked up to oxygen and an IV. Her parents came in, Rose rushing to hug Stiles. Carter fell behind a few feet, seeing his daughter unconscious on the stretcher. 

“Stiles, you listen to me,” Rose said. Stiles nodded his head. “I'm going with Emma to the hospital. You, Carter, Scott and Deaton are to go to the station; your dad's still there. I'll text or call you with updates on Emma. Now, go. The four of you.”

“I'm sorry, Rose,” Stiles whispered.

“It wasn't your fault. These things happen,” Rose said, her voice gentle. “I accept your apology, but it wasn’t your fault.”

“Come on, boys,” Carter said. 

The boys and Deaton went with Carter to the station while Rose went in the ambulance with Emma.

~~~

Getting to the station, no one knew what they were gonna see. Deaton found half of Tracy's tail on the ground as Kira and Lydia rushed over to Stiles while Scott helped Sheriff up from his position on the floor. 

“Where's Emma?” Lydia asked.

“She's going to the hospital. Tracy cut her pretty badly with her tail,” Stiles said. “Her mom's riding with her.”

“Scott,” Deaton said. It grabbed everyone's attention. Scott walked over to Deaton, seeing him putting his jacket over Tracy's tail.

Mrs. Martin came back from the basement. Tracy had dragged her down there. She spotted Lydia and rushed over to her, engulfing her in a hug. 

Scott walked to a room, looking into it. “Stiles,” he called.

But Stiles was in his own little world, worrying about his girlfriend. 

“Stiles,” Scott called again. Stiles finally turned to look at Scott. “Stiles, come on,” Scott said.

“Stiles, go find Tracy. Help Tracy,” Lydia said.

“Come on, Stiles,” Sheriff said. 

Stiles turned around and helped his father walk to the basement where Malia was. Scott ran in and slid to a stop, causing Malia to turn around. 

“It wasn't me,” she said, holding her hands out low in surrender. Stiles and Sheriff walked up a couple seconds later. Malia looked at the people coming in, noticing one was missing. “Where's Emma?”

“Hospital. We'll talk about it later,” Scott said, looking at Tracy's body lying behind Malia.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sheriff asked. “And why is Emma at the hospital?”

Deaton got down on the ground next to Tracy's body.

Stiles and Sheriff walked over to Malia. “Tracy cut her with her tail. She lost a lot of blood and passed out,” Stiles said to his father.

“There were these people,” Malia said, voice laced with fear. “They had masks. Uhm, there-- there were-- there were three of them. I think there were three.”

“What-- what are you talking about?” Stiles asked.

“They were strong, Stiles,” Malia stammered. “They had a weapon. Stiles, I didn't do this. Emma would think so, but I didn't do this. I swear.”

“Okay,” Stiles said.

“She's not changing back,” Deaton said. “We're going to need to get her out of here.”

“What, hey-- absolutely not,” Sheriff said. “This is a crime scene.”

Carter walked in the room after that. “Update on Emma: they're prepping her for emergency surgery. What the hell happened to this girl?”

“We call the coroner,” Sheriff said, like no one had walked in the room. 

“I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl's severed reptilian tail,” Deaton said.

“I don't care,” Sheriff said.

“You should. Unless you're prepared to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills,” Deaton explained.

Sheriff looked over to Carter, who had tilted his head side to side, agreeing with Deaton.

“Dad, he's right,” Stiles said. 

“I agree,” Carter said. He desperately wanted everyone, especially Stiles, to ask what happened to her, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Carter knew that Stiles loved Emma, but his attention was on this now; trying to figure out what to do with this girl that's just died... and apparently has a severed reptilian tail.

Sheriff, on the other hand, felt like his head was about to explode from everything. His Sheriff side was shining a little bit brighter at the moment.

“Maybe at the clinic we can figure out how to change her back, then call the coroner?” Scott suggested. 

“There-- there-- there's a line-- there is a line that we have to draw,” Sheriff said. 

“Dad, you've already crossed it. More than once,” Stiles said.

The Stilinski men looked like they were about to butt heads. 

“Sheriff, Deputy, please,” Deaton said. “Let me help. I've dealt with things like this before.” Sheriff's eyes stayed on Deaton for a few seconds as he shook his head before he relented. “Just do it fast,” he said, softly.

Scott rolled up his sleeves, ready to help Deaton carry Tracy's body out of the station.

Sheriff looked to Carter who was looking at Stiles.

“Stiles,” Carter said, the aforementioned boy looking at him. “Come on. Let's get to the hospital.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I didn't remember much after I passed out at the clinic, so opening my eyes to see nothing but bright lights moving above me caused me to moan out in pain. I saw my mom walking alongside the stretcher I was laying on. 

She looked down at me. “You're going to be okay, sweetheart.”

“Stiles-- where's Stiles?” I asked.

“They're on their way, honey. Don't worry.”

“Mom, you can't say anything about what you saw or what was said to you,” I said through the pain. “You can't--”

“All I saw was my daughter passed out on the floor of the animal clinic because some lunatic girl tried to kill her and everyone else that was around her,” Mom said. “You're going to be fine.”

I reached up and grabbed her left hand as she moved her right hand to my hair, stroking it. I looked up at her. “You can't tell anyone. You just can't.”

“Your father knows. You're going to be fine,” Mom said again.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

As Scott pushed the doors to the emergency room open, he and Liam made their way through the hallway fast, Scott asking, “Tracy was buried?” “In a hole,” Liam said. “Buried alive. Crawled out. Then we found another hole.” “Who was buried in that one?”

“I don't know, but I think we're gonna want to find out.”

They got into an elevator, Scott hitting the button for the floor they needed. Once the doors opened at their designated floor, they walked out and back down the hallway towards everyone else. Everyone else being; Stiles, Kira, Theo, Malia, Carter, Rose and Melissa.

“Stiles,” Melissa said. 

He turned to face her as she came walking towards him. “How bad is it?”

“Could've been worse,” she told him. “Theo, nice going on that tourniquet. You probably saved her life.”

“I give all the credit to Emma. She's the one who told me what to do,” Theo said.

Melissa turned around to face Scott and Liam. Stiles gave Theo a once over, still suspicious. Carter noticed and looked between the two, sensing that something was obviously going on.

“Alright. She's about to go into surgery,” Melissa said. “So it's gonna be a while. Any other supernatural details that I need to know about or do we just stitch her up and hope for the best?”

“It was the tail,” Kira said. Melissa whipped her head over her shoulder to look at Kira.

“Yeah,” Scott said. “Tracy cut her with the tail, if that makes a difference.”

“Okay,” Melissa said, taking in all this information. She walked away from the group, going back to the operating room.

“But it wasn't just Tracy. There were the others,” Malia said. She looked to Stiles, who was already looking at her. “The guys in the masks.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

The only sounds in the operating room was the heart beat monitor and the doctors and nurses moving about.

“Okay,” Melissa said. I looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. I could see that she was smiling back a little under her mask. I could tell because her eyes were crinkled. “Can you do a little countdown for us, Emma? Starting with 10?”

I took in a breath. “Ten...” I started. I could already feel the anesthesia working. “Nine...” I heard clicking sounds to my right, so I looked. I saw one of the doctors standing at a table, but everything was distorted a little before I saw what looked like a steampunk doctor turn around and look at me. “Eight...” He turned back around, the clicking noise coming back as he moved. 

I turned my head back into a normal position, continuing my countdown, slowly. “Seven... six... five...” Another steampunk doctor came into view then disappeared. I looked up and saw a third steampunk doctor, but this one talked to me.

“Keep going,” the Surgeon said. 

“Four...” I counted before I went to sleep.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles went back home to shower and get right to work. He would go see Emma later when her mom would text him. Malia showed up, standing at his doorway.

“Need help?” she asked.

“No, I'm good. Thanks,” he replied. It came out a little cold, and he didn't intend for it to be that way. 

“I know I'm not Emma and can't help you like she can, but-- I wanna try.”

Stiles sighed. “It's not that. It's just--” He stopped himself, afraid of what he might say and how it'll come out.

Malia nodded her head. “Look, I know she’s trying to be civil... whatever that means, and I know that I probably shouldn’t have said that she should’ve stayed dead in the Vault.” She looked anywhere but at him before connecting her eyes with his face.

He wasn't looking at her.

“Look, I know I'm still a work in progress and I know I can be clingy--”

“That's not the word I would use.”

“Then what words would you use? Be honest with me.”

“You want me to be honest? Okay, how about this,” he said. “My girlfriend has been put in danger since your father bit Scott and tried to kill her just a couple months after. When we saved you, you decided to make me your anchor because both Scott and I helped you out with your shifts causing a drift between me and Emma. You literally don't listen to us when we say that there's a line that you can't cross and shouldn't cross, but you did anyway. It's not hard to tell that you like me, Malia, and I like you, too, but as a friend. I'm with Emma, I'll always be with Emma. Nothing's gonna change that.”

After listening to him be brutally honest, Malia nodded her head. “That's all I needed to hear. But just-- at least let me try and help you. I'm already here.”

Stiles rubbed his forehead, not ready to have a fight. “Sure. But just-- don't say anything. It's how Em and I work.”

“Noted,” Malia said. She walked around Stiles' crime board and sat down on the edge of his bed. She watched as he moved around the board, picking up his pencil and writing things on the board, writing something about the Masked Killer.

 She looked at Theo's name, not liking that it was up there. She moved her eyes up a little, seeing Who Is The Desert Wolf? up on the board. She stood up and walked over to his board, standing next to him for a moment before she picked up the eraser and moved to erase about her mother. 

Stiles watched as she did this, locking eyes with her for a moment. 

“I know I don't fully understand what it means to have boundaries, but I'm willing to learn. I won't show up unannounced again,” she said.

“Emma would just let us know anyway,” Stiles said.

Malia gave him a confused look.

He sighed. “It's part of her abilities.”

“What about Lydia?”

“Nah, she doesn't have that,” he explained. “Emma and Lydia are both Banshee's, but Emma's powers have more to them. With these added abilities, she's considered to be a were-banshee. Goes back in her family for generations. Somewhere along the way, one of her great grandmothers married a werewolf, and they ended up having a baby. Hence, were-banshee.”

Malia nodded like she knew what he was saying. “I don't get it.”

He lightly chuckled. “We didn't either until we sat down and wrote it out on paper. She understands things more when it's written on paper or if she reads it.”

“So that's how she knew about telling our bodies to heal?”

Stiles nodded. “Yep.”

Malia looked at the doorway, raising her brows. “She's pretty smart.”

“Yeah. One of the reasons why I'm in love with her.”

It was quiet for a moment before Malia spoke up again. “I'll find another anchor. How hard could it be?”

They shared a small chuckle before Malia walked out of Stiles' room.

~~~

Scott and Kira went back to his house. After they walked into the kitchen, Kira turned around and faced him. He grabbed her hand, looking down at her. She looked at him, both of them putting their foreheads together. They were both thankful that nothing major happened to either of them, but they were both still worried about Emma. 

She'd become a great friend to Kira, giving relationship advice and all.

Scott kissed Kira's forehead before connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Deaton said, walking into the kitchen from the front door. He set his bag on the table, and reached in, starting his grabbing jars from said bag.

“A werewolf with the talons of an eagle,” he began explaining. “It’s possibly a shapeshifter, known in Eastern mythology as a Garuda.” He placed that jar down before grabbing another. “Tracy's claws. The unmistakable claws of a werewolf.” He set that down and looked at Scott. “But--” he said, before grabbing another jar. “A werewolf who also bears the venom and scales of a Kanima.”

Kira picked up the jar with Tracy's claws, examining them. “What do you even call that?” 

“Personally, I call it terrifying,” Deaton said. “But at the moment, I'm more interested in how Tracy was able to get across the Mountain Ash.”

“I thought nothing supernatural can do that,” Kira wondered.

“As did I. So if Tracy was able to cross the Mountain Ash and no one supernatural can do that--”

“Tracy's not a supernatural,” Scott figured. 

“Exactly,” Deaton said. “If she wasn't born and she wasn't bitten, she had to have been made.”

“Made?” Kira asked.

“Someone is trying to make supernatural creatures with non-supernatural means,” Deaton explained. “And whoever they are, they're somehow managing to blur the lines between science and the supernatural.”

“But there's more,” Scott stammered. He continued at Deaton's look. “Liam said he found another hole out in the woods.”

“Burying them could be part of their process, a kind of incubation,” Deaton said. 

“What are we supposed to do?” Kira asked. 

“Same thing you've always done,” Deaton said. “Protect your friends. Protect each other.”

Deaton and Kira looked at Scott. “So, what about someone like Tracy?”

“I wish I could tell you,” Deaton said. “Hopefully, I'll have more answers soon. I'll be gone a few days.”

“You're leaving?” Scott asked, brows shooting to his hairline.

“Just a few days.”

“How scared should we be?” Kira asked.

Deaton looked down at the jars, picking one of them up. “I've lived in the world of the supernatural a long time. But I'm still a doctor. Still a man of science. Something like this happens, it rattles the foundation of everything you believe. Something like this shakes you to the core.”

“Something like what?” Scott asked.

“The rules... the rules have changed.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I woke to the sun shining in my face. I groaned and turned over on my back from my left side. Hearing the TV on, I sat up as best as I could, seeing the back of my favorite person's head and smiled.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” I said.

He turned his head over his shoulder, giving me a soft smile. “Hey, you.” He stood up from his spot in the chair at the foot of the bed, connecting our lips in a sweet kiss.

“What are you doing here? Other than to see me, of course,” I sassed.

“Nothing. Just seeing my favorite girl,” Stiles said. 

I started scooting over, giving him room to lay next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder, resting my hand on his stomach. “I've missed this,” I whispered.

“Felt weird not having you next to me last night,” he said, rubbing my upper arm.

I chuckled. “Same here.”

It was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again. “Parrish is gonna teach Lydia jiu-jitsu.”

“Really? Why?” I asked.

“After hearing about what happened to you, she wants to learn how to protect herself.”

I nodded with an impressed face. “Girl power. Right on.”

“Scott's at school--”

“As should you,” I said, tilting my head back some to look at him.

“Well, I couldn't leave my best girl hanging, now could I?” he said.

I smiled and put my head back down. “No.”

“She's right, though,” I heard Dad say. I watched as he closed the door behind him. “Seeing Em's important--”

“But school's more important,” I said. I looked up at him, seeing a look of protest on his face. “Babe, I'll be fine. Don't worry. If I see any steampunk doctors, you'll be the first person I call.”

“But I'm comfortable,” he said, wrapping his left arm around me. 

I groaned in pain a little, causing him to pull his arm back.

“It's time for her medicine, anyway. It knocks her out,” Dad said.

Stiles sighed and moved to get out of the bed. He put his face near mine, leaning on the bed. “I'll be back right after school. If anything changes, I'll let you know.”

“Go. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. Keep me updated on everything.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I said.

He leaned forward and connected our lips in a quick but sweet kiss. He pulled back and walked to the door, Dad giving him a curt nod.

After Stiles walked out of the room and closed the door, Dad moved to the chair, pulling it more near me. “Now. Tell me everything that happened.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

“If 99.9% of our DNA sequence is the same as other humans, what could account for the missing 0.1% difference?” Mrs. Finch asked her AP Bio class. “Theo?”

Theo looked up from his book, looking at his teacher before giving his answer. “Uhm, nucleotides.”

“That's right,” Mrs. Finch said. “Yes, Kira?”

“Can there be more than one species in the same DNA?” Kira asked.

Scott was looking at a little chart he made of all the supernatural creatures that they've encountered thus far in their Senior year.

“No, but there can be multiple sets of DNA in the same individual. We call that a Chimera. Anyone know where that term comes from? Sydney?”

“Greek mythology,” Sydney said, so sure of her answer. “It's a lion with a goat coming out of its back and tail that ends in the head of a snake.”

“That's right, Sydney,” Mrs. Finch said. “Do you want to read us the full Wikipedia entry off your phone? But that does get us into the next topic of mutation. As you know from the reading, DNA is a fragile molecule. Isn't it, Scott?”

Scott had just finished writing the word Chimera on his paper when Mrs. Finch called on him. He looked up at her, almost confused.

“Or did you miss last night's assigned reading?” she asked.

“Kind of,” Scott said.

“Kind of or yes?

“Mostly yes. Emma's in the hospital, so it kind of distracted me a little.”

“Well then, thank you for another helpful transition in topic. Drop forms,” Mrs. Finch said, moving to grab said forms. “All those now acutely aware that they do not belong in this class, you should fill one out.” She slammed a form in front of a girl, who wasn't afraid to look offended. She placed another form in front of a male student, offense written on his face. “The rest will be on my desk,” she said, walking back to her desk.

Everyone stood up from their stations, Scott and Kira packing their things away. Mrs. Finch watched as Scott walked up to the desk, looking at the drop forms. He looked up at her, seeing her eye him. He already knew what she was thinking, so he picked up a form.

~~~

Scott and Kira were in the library, sitting at a table doing school work. Stiles and Malia came running up the steps, a book in Malia’s hands, causing Scott's attention to go from his work to his best friend. 

“Did you get in to see Emma?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, she's still in the ICU and no one outside of family is allowed in. Her mom had to get all lawyer-y at the nurses and doctors to let me in,” Stiles said. “Right before I left she told me that everyone needs to keep her updated with everything.”

“Well, call her right now,” Scott said.

Stiles nodded and took his phone out of his pocket, dialing Emma's number, putting her on speaker.

“Miss me already, Stilinski?” Emma greeted.

“Always,” Kira said.

Emma chuckled on the other end of the phone as Stiles placed it on the table in front of the group.

“From what Stiles said, Emma didn't know a whole lot, but we got one thing,” Malia said, placing the Bestiary in book form on the table, opening it.

“Anything in here about half-werewolves, half-Kanimas?” Kira asked.

“Not from what I can remember, no. Allison read that book cover to cover and didn't say anything about it,” Emma said. “Well, not cover to cover since it wasn't in book form yet.”

“The Chimera,” Scott said.

“Uhm, what?” Stiles said at the same time Emma said, “Do what now?”

“Chimera,” Scott said, looking between the phone and Stiles, realizing that they didn't know what he was talking about. “We learned the term in Bio. It's a creature made of incongruous parts. And if Liam said he found two burial sites, it means Tracy's not the only one.”

“Who's the second Chimera?” Kira asked.

“Who's creating them?” Emma asked.

“And why would they bury them?” Stiles asked, looking at his best friend.

“Deaton thinks it's part of their process,” Scott said. 

“The people in masks,” Malia said.

It was quiet for a second around the table and the phone. No one knew what to say. Emma thought about the people she told Stiles about before her surgery.

“Guys, I gotta go,” Emma said.

“Why?” Kira asked.

“There's a kid hysterically screaming down the hall, and it’s a little bit distracting. Okay. Plan; Scott and Kira, get your asses down here to help investigate. I'm sure Melissa's gonna call one of you. Babe, Malia; you guys stay there and try to research as much as you can about this.”

“Alright,” Scott said.

“Just wait for your mom to call, Scotty. Don't need you getting yelled at because you and Kira decided to skip school.”

Scott chuckled. “Alright, Em. We'll try and come see you, too.”

“Sounds good. See you then. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break!” With that, Emma hung up, leaving the four others to look at each other then share a chuckle at whatever that was with Emma.

~~~

At the hospital while Emma was on the phone with Stiles, Scott, Kira and Malia, she heard a kid screaming and quickly got off the phone. She tried to focus her hearing, but couldn't hear anything. 

Down the hall, Melissa and Dr. Geyer ran up to the stretcher the kid was on, trying to keep him calm.

“Can someone clue me in as to what's wrong with this kid?” Dr. Geyer asked.

Melissa looked from the kid's leg to his arm. “I'm pretty sure it's this.” She picked up his arm, showing what looked like a nasty burn, causing the kid to cry out more.

Not long after they got him into a room, Melissa called Scott. He was prepared since Emma figured this would happen. Scott texted Emma, letting her know that he and Kira were on their way. Once they got to the hospital, they hopped on the elevator, hitting the button for Level 2. 

“This way,” Melissa greeted the couple as soon as the doors opened. All three of them walked down the hall. “He came in about 45 minutes ago.”

They didn't get far from his room when the boy started screaming again. 

“Melissa,” Dr. Geyer said. 

“Yeah.”

“I'm gonna find an anesthesiologist covering acute pain. See what you can do.”

“Okay.” She stopped a few feet from his door, hearing his screams.

“Mom, what's happening to him?” Scott asked, slowly inching towards the door.

“It's the pain. Nothing's working. We've already pumped him full of morphine.”

“Can't they do anything to help him?” Kira asked.

“We can put him in a medically-induced coma,” Melissa said, looking at Kira. “It's how we help burn victims deal with the pain.” She shook her head before looking back towards the door and her son.

Scott looked at the door, brows laced with worry. “Let me see if I can help.” He walked in the door, the boys screaming getting louder.

Kira and Melissa walked in after, Melissa keeping a watch at the door while the boy continued to scream. 

They had put wrist and ankle restraints on him to keep him from hurting himself or others.

“His name is Corey,” Melissa said. “That's all we could get out of him.”

Scott and Kira looked at each other while Corey looked at Scott. 

“Please, make it stop,” he said through a round of pain. “Please make it stop.”

Scott wrapped his hands around Corey's, immediately taking away his pain, starting to groan with the pain he was feeling.

“Scott,” Kira said. Her and Melissa moved to either side of him. “Let go. Let go of him.” They grabbed Scott's arms, pulling him away from Corey, Scott gasping out. 

“I'm okay,” he said, after a few deep breaths. He looked towards Corey's arm that was now covered in bandages. “Let me see it. Let me see his arm.”

Melissa lifted Corey's arm, removing the restraint from his wrist. She pulled the bandage back, revealing that same nasty looking burn mark, only this time, it looked a lot worse; almost infected like.

“Holy--” Kira said.

“What is that?” Scott asked.

“The lab says scorpion venom,” Melissa said. 

“Scorpion?” Scott asked, shaking his head lightly like he didn't understand.

“I know. But that's not the weirdest part,” Melissa said, putting the bandage back and putting his arm back down. “Because a sting this bad means that he should've been dead 10 hours ago, and the scorpion that stung him would've been 10 feet tall.” She walked back over towards the door.

“Please tell me that doesn't mean there's a giant scorpion running around Beacon Hills,” Kira said, fear laced in her voice a little.

“Lucas,” Corey said, coming to from passing out. “It was Lucas.”

Scott moved up by Corey's head after a few seconds of silence. “Hey, Corey, what Lucas did to you, he's gonna do it to someone else, and it's gonna be much worse.”

“We need to know what happened,” Kira said.

“I don't really know,” Corey said. He started sitting up, Scott helping him. “He's never been like that before.”

“Like what?” Scott asked, trying to get to the bottom of it.

“Aggressive,” Corey said. It came out more like a question than a statement. He sighed. “We were taking it slow, but it wasn't me. He was the shy one. Then we're hanging out today and it's like he was a different person.”

Scott looked like he was trying to understand. “Like, different how?”

“Like, super confident. We were just kissing and then I felt this sharp sting on my arm and... and then I looked up at him and I swear his eyes turned black.”

“You mean totally black?” Kira asked, coming to stand next to Scott.

“The whole eye,” Corey said. “But it was only for a second. And then he said sorry, that he'll see me at the club tonight and then he just left. And then a few minutes later, I'm in the worst pain of my life.”

Kira took a few steps back while Corey was explaining. “Wait, hold on. You said club.” She took those extra steps back to Scott. “What club?”

“Every Friday night. Sinema.”

~~~

Scotty: We're gonna come see you tomorrow. Gotta head to Sinema to stop a possible Chimera from killing people. Call Stiles. See if he's still at the school.

Emma sighed as she read the text message from Scott, resting her head against the uncomfortable pillow the hospital provided.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Rose, Emma's mother, asked.

“Scott,” Emma said, throwing her phone on her lap. “Said him and Kira can't come by. Gotta save some people.”

Her mother was quiet for a few seconds before getting up from the chair provided and sitting on the edge of the bed. She rested her hand on her daughter's leg.

“And Stiles was supposed to come by for dinner, but he's obviously not here. Scott told me to call him to see if he's still at the school, which knowing Stiles, he probably got wrapped up in research or fell asleep. I swear that boy can sleep like a baby anywhere.”

Rose chuckled at Emma's rant, letting her daughter just speak what's on her mind. “Have you called Stiles?”

Emma looked at her mother before looking back to her phone and shaking her head. “No. But I'm going to.”

“I'm going to the vending machine for a dessert. Want anything?” Rose asked.

Emma thought for a moment before deciding on her favorite candy bar. “Hershey's Cookies and Creme bar.”

Rose patted her daughter's leg before getting up. “You got it.” She left the room, purse in hand.

Emma sighed as soon as the door was shut and looked at her phone. She picked it up and opened up her contacts after unlocking it. She dialed Stiles' number, putting the phone up to her ear. “You had better just gotten wrapped up in research.”

“Hey, this is Stiles... and you've missed me. Leave a message,” Stiles' voicemail greeted.

“Hey, babe. Just checking to see where you are. Scott said that you were still at the school, so I'm kind of hoping that's where you are. Uhm, I guess give me a call back or text me. Something's going on with my abilities, and I don't know what to say, do, or think.” She was quiet for a moment before remembering she has a time limit with leaving a voicemail. “Anyway, before this thing cuts me off, just be careful and let me know when you get home. I love you.”

She hung up the phone, wrapping her arms around herself. Tears gathered in her eyes, not knowing what's going on outside her hospital room walls... and wondering why the hell the hearing part of her abilities wasn't working.

~~~

Scott and Kira were walking to the back entrance of Sinema, talking about the information they'd just gotten from Corey.

“A kid turning into a half-scorpion, half-werewolf? Is there even a myth for that?” Kira asked.

“Sumerian,” Scott said. “Em's half-werewolf, half-Banshee.”

“Is there a myth for that?”

“Her bloodline. Somehow. Anyway, I remember something about it in the Bestiary. This scorpion-werewolf, not Em,” Scott said. He opened the back door, letting Kira step in first. 

Lady Luck wasn't on their side at the moment as an alarm rang through as soon Kira stepped over the threshold. They looked at each other before looking around for a second.

Kira took the buckle part of her belt off, tossing it at an old-fashioned alarm, successfully hitting it and cutting the sound.

Scott looked at her in amazement. “God, I love you,” he said before running inside the club itself, leaving a stunned Kira to stand for a few seconds.  

She walked in behind Scott, trying to explain what she was feeling at that moment. “You did it again. You did something that changed everything and you don't even realize you did it but you did.”

Scott stopped and looked at her, a little confused. “I did?” He heard roaring, turning his head in that direction, trying to figure out where exactly it was coming from. Hearing more roaring and fighting happening, he was able to follow the sound, Kira not far behind.

They pushed through a thing of hanging chains, seeing that Lucas was on top of Liam, who was trying to keep Lucas' claws away from him.

Liam looked over at his Alpha, shouting, “You're a little late!”

As Scott jumped into action, Kira took her belt off, which was actually her katana. 

Scott grabbed a hold of some scaffolding, kicking Lucas off of Liam. He tried to kick Lucas again, but Lucas grabbed his leg, pushing him to the ground.

Liam got up from his spot against the table, charging at Lucas to have another go. Lucas stopped that from happening by shoving Liam away with his foot. 

Lucas got into fighting ready stance while Kira twisted her sword a couple times before trying to attack Lucas.

Kira tried to hit Lucas with her sword, but he blocked every swing she made at him. She swung and seemed really happy about the result.

“What the hell is that thing?” Brett grunted against a wall.

Kira and Lucas were still going at it, trying to hit or slash the other to no avail. She tried stabbing him, but he moved out of the way, grabbing her wrist instead, twisting her arm back quickly before letting go. Kira twisted her sword, still trying to get Lucas, but he ducked under her sword, switching their positions. She kicked him and sent him flying against the chains. He stopped himself before he could land on the ground.

Lucas started running back towards Kira, but Liam jumped in his way, grabbing Lucas and slamming him against the ground. Lucas came out of his trance, everyone a little happy about it.

This wasn't the case for Kira, or rather the Fox. Her eyes glowed Orange as the Fox Fire surrounded her. She walked towards him, saying something in Japanese. She lifted her sword and was about to slash Lucas when Scott rushed to her, grabbing her wrist while calling her name.

She looked over at him, his look one of confusion. The Fox Fire vanished, leaving Kira also confused.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asked after a few seconds. He looked at everyone, eyes landing on Lucas. “We need to get him out of here. Liam, give me a hand.”

Liam moved to Lucas' legs as Scott moved to his arms. They had just lifted him up when an arrow on a string shot through his heart. It was reeled back up, causing everyone to look at who or what caused the arrow.

What they saw were three figures, looking like something straight out of Steampunk.

“Why did you do that?” Scott asked.

“His condition was terminal,” the middle one, the Surgeon said. 

“What does that mean?”

The Surgeon and the other two turned around and started walking away. 

“What does that mean?” Scott asked, with a little more force.

The Surgeon turned back around. “Failure.”

Lights exploded as the Steampunk people vanished. 

~~~

Scott ended up taking Lucas' body to the hospital, specifically down to the morgue, Melissa meeting him down there. She got him set up on a pull out bed, keeping his door opened.

“I'm sure they'll come up with a reasonable explanation for the stingers in his arms,” Melissa said. “I guess it's better than trying to explain a tail.”

“Better than the truth?” Scott asked, looking at Lucas' body.

“Maybe,” Melissa said after a couple seconds. “This is the best that we can do for now.”

She pushed Lucas' body back in his slot, closing the door. Scott walked over towards the morgue door behind his mother.

“I should've done better. I-- I-- I should've known that this was going to happen,” Scott said. “I should've been able to stop it. Should've been able to keep Emma from getting hurt. She's always getting hurt,” he said the last part to himself, but Melissa caught it. 

“Emma's always getting hurt because she's doing right by you, Stiles and everyone else. But, your grandfather used to have a saying about the word should,” Melissa said, walking to stand in front of her son. “You know what you're doing when you say should too often? You're should-ing all over yourself.”

Scott chuckled lightly at the mention of his grandfather. 

“I know that I can't be the mom that says I don't want you to do anything about this,” Melissa said. “'Cause you're always gonna be involved because not only do you have the power to do something, you care enough to do it. Like Emma. She's always going to get hurt; physically or emotionally. So all you really need is to ask yourself, what am I gonna do?”

Scott looked around in front of him for a second, thinking about his answer. “I'm gonna find out who did this. And I'm gonna stop them. And I'm gonna keep my best friend, a girl who's like a sister to me, safe.”

Melissa nodded and turned around, walking out of the morgue, Scott not long to follow.

He went to visit Emma, but when he reached her room and looked at her through the window, he saw that she was fast asleep. He could just make out dried tears on her cheeks. He saw movement in the room and looked to see that her mom was gathering her things and walking over to Emma's side.

Rose looked up from smoothing her daughter's hair, looking at Scott through the window. She walked over and opened the door, stepping out before closing it behind her.

“Mrs. Thomas, I'm so sorry,” Scott said.

“It's not your fault, Scott. It's no one's fault,” Rose said. She looked from Scott to her daughter through the window. “You can sit with her, if you'd like. It's still family only.”

“But I'm not family. Neither is Stiles.”

Rose looked back at Scott, a smile on her face. “Who ever said you weren't? Scott, you two have been in her life since you were children. Granted, Stiles has known her a little longer due to mine and Carter's relationship with Noah and Claudia, but still. You two have been through every heartache, break up, school functions, supernatural adventures with her. You're more like family to us than any of her other friends. You're like a brother to her, Scott. Don't ever forget that.” Rose placed a hand on his cheek for a moment.

“It's awesome having a second mother figure around,” Scott chuckled. 

“I'm always here if you need me. Go inside and sit with her. Even if it's for five minutes.”

Scott nodded his head and walked into Emma's room after Rose walked away. He sat down in the chair provided, watching his best friend sleep.

“Don't worry, Em. Stiles and I are gonna keep you safe.”

~~~

“Hey, babe. Just checking to see where you are. Scott said that you were still at the school, so I'm kind of hoping that's where you are. Uhm, I guess give me a call back or text me.  Something's going on with my abilities, and I don't know what to say, do, or think. Anyway, before this thing cuts me off, just be careful and let me know when you get home. I love you.”

Stiles sighed as he listened to Emma's voicemail. He heard the slight disappointment in her voice. He was frustrated with himself for not waking up two hours beforehand to go have dinner with her and Rose. He pocketed his phone and climbed in his Jeep, turning the key in the ignition. The Jeep didn't start, again, so he grabbed his trusty wrench and got out of the Jeep. 

He opened the hood and smoke welcomed him, causing him to cough as to not inhale the smoke. He walked from the driver's side to the passenger side, reaching his hand inside. He pulled back with a hiss from the excessive heat the engine was giving off.

“Why would you touch that if it's extremely hot, you oinker?” He could hear his girlfriend say. He lightly chuckled to himself as he unrolled a bit of the duct tape he also grabbed from his Jeep, placing it over the duct tape that's already there. 

He was thinking about Emma and trying to fix his Jeep that he didn't hear footsteps coming up behind him. He felt a hand on his shoulder then a searing pain not long after, causing him to scream out in pain.

~~~

Emma sat up in her hospital bed, effectively waking up Scott, who fell asleep. She started panting as she looked at the wall in front of her. Placing her hands on her head, she squeezed her eyes shut tight, not wanting to scream. It wasn't just a normal scream; it was that scream. A scream that no Banshee wants to scream.

“Em, what is it?” Scott asked.

“Gotta scream, but don't want to,” she said through gritted teeth.

Scott got up and rushed over to her side. “Scream into my hand, okay?” Emma nodded, prepared to break Scott's heart and her very own.

Scott placed his hand over her mouth, but leaving enough room for her lips to move, her own hands covering his to help muffle the sound.

She looked up at Scott with tear-filled eyes. He nodded at her, eyes and brows laced with concern. She took a deep breath and screamed.

“STILES!!!”

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Posted on December 6, 2021

[amispnrewatch]

SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

[raksh-writes]

hi!! here in your inbox with another void headcanon 🥰 i was thinking a while ago about how in void’s very last scene after he was bitten by scott in the school, the fly is trapped in the triskele urn…and that’s it for canon 😒 i choose to believe that void is too powerful to be contained by a silly wooden box, and soon after was able to free himself and continue to roam beacon hills, twice as powerful as he was before. i think he got his stiles copy body back, found noshiko and got his retribution for what she did to him all those years ago. i simply refuse to believe that void’s story ended there in the school. he definitely came back and unleashed the extent of his power, and who knows? maybe he found his way back to stiles and convinced him to let him stick around (in a romantic sense or not, i’ll leave that up to the imagination 😉) the possibilities are endless. anyways, i hope you’re having a lovely day!! and definitely take some time to relax this weekend, you deserve some rest after the busy week you’ve had. sending all the love and hugs to you as always hun 🥰💗💓💞💕

Hi there sweets! 🥰 Sorry for not answering yesterday, I got back from work - thankfully after a normal shift, thank goodness for small mercies - and went full chill mode; got sucked into Skyrim and then went straight to sleep 😂 but, anyway!

Yesssss for the headcanon, thank you! I will die on the hill that the fly was only a decoy and Void never actually got trapped, he's too smart and powerful for that, like c'mon! 😂 (Also the fly just sooo doesn't fit, he's a fox!! Shame TW, shame!) And aaaaall the yes-es for Void getting retribution on Noshiko and then going back to Stiles ^^ Poor bby would be terrified at first and Void would prob not resist playing around with that, but he'd be too fond to actually couse harm and Stiles would realize very quickly that Void's just being a lil' shit and if anyone would attempt to understand Void, it'd be Stiles. And they'd totally recognize kindred spirits in each other - platonically or otherwise, but you know my Voiles soul 🥰 If I haven't gone for the plot I had in LitA, this might've been something I'd write 😄 But since I did, I think I'll go for my AU ideas for any next longfic, gotta go for a different story and keep the creativity alive ^^

And thank you, hun! I'm definitely getting all the rest I can this weekend 😄 Prob gonna go get sucked into Skyrim for a few hours again, 'cause its the best for chilling and relaxing, and then try to do some writing on the crossover idea or maybe finally editing that LitA update in the evening 😂 I'm still a lil' bit torn on it, tho, if I should wait with updating until I have the epilogue written, which might be a loooong time, or just post and take my time with the epilogue, let myself get 'ready' to officialy finish the story, give it an end when I feel like I can and not rush it. I dunno, I might just be stalling too 😂 As much as I really, really want to finish my baby, it's also kinda daunting, ngl... But I also do wanna post the update, ahhhhh. Dunno, guess I'll give it a few hours and see or something 😂

Aaaall the love and hugs and positive vibes your way, dear, and I hope you're gonna have a lovely, wonderful weekend 💗❤🥰💗🥰❤💞💗🥰💗

[koko-doodle]

Symphonytale Story Overview

Theme Song: Face My Fears by Hikaru Utada

Year 0 - Year 50: The Void

Gaster is stuck in the void after his world crashes. He attempts to stay sane while he tries to reconstruct his world. Failure after failure he gives up hope. He finds a connection in the core code that links his world to the multiverse. He tries everything to escape but because his code and the code of the Void are linked, he can’t escape without his soul crumbling.

Song: Echo by Gumi

Year 50 - Year 60: The creation

Gaster decides to find a way to cope with the loneliness instead. He creates two copies of himself but they are only husks without emotion or life. He finds music is the only thing left in the core code with emotion and infuses it into the soul of the copies. They come to life but they were incomplete just like he was. He edited their core code within their souls to make them unique, creating two skeletons names Rhythm and Melody.

Song: Electric Angel by Rin & Len Kagamine

Year 61 - year 68: The Notes

Gaster teaches the twins about everything. He teaches them how to speak and about what he has learned about the multiverse. The twins sing songs for him which relaxes him and makes him happy, it was their first magical ability. He thinks of the twins as his own children. In year 66 to 68 he teaches them how to use magic. He edits their code bit by bit to make them better and have new abilities.

Song: Happy Synthesizer sung by Rin and Len

Year 69: The First Lesson

Melody and Rhythm figure out how to create a portal to other universes and visit their first AU Underswap. They have fun exploring while in the meantime Gaster is in a panic trying to figure out how to get them back. When the twins finished and tried to go home, they could not get the portal to open. They attempt to ask for help from some human teenagers who happened to be anti-monster. When they started pushing Rhythm around, Melody jumped in to try to get them to stop and she was shoved and hit her head, cracking her skull. Rhythm’s attacks were not strong enough to do any damage and he cried for help as he held onto his sister. Swap Sans so happened to be walking by and scared off the teens but struggled to get Rhythm to tell him any information about them. When he fianally gets told where they are from he takes them and calls Ink. He tells Ink what happened and what Rhythm had told him about where they lived. Ink takes over and after searching he returns them home. In hopes to fix the damage Gaster edits Melody’s code to repair her cracked skull which worked but she does not remember the encounter with the humans.

Song: Strangers Like Me (duet) by Chris Villian & Traci Hines

Year 70 - Year 80: The Gap

After the accident Ink visits often and convinced Gaster to let him take the twins on outings sometimes to other AUs to play and learn. On these outings Melody spends a lot of time enjoying what the AUs world has to offer like food and scenery, she also loves to play. Rhythm tries to be with his sister when he can but while she is off playing he trains with Ink and others who will do sparing lessons with him. He desires to learn more magic and get stronger to protect his sister from ever getting hurt again but in the process starts to become distanced from his sister and father. Melody tries her best to figure out what is wrong but Rhythm never says anything. In year 76, Gaster decides the twins personality and knowledge does not match their appearance and decides to edit their code making their appearance into that of teenagers.

Song: Drift Away Duet by Caleb Hyles and Sarah Stiles

Year 81: The Fall

In his spare time when Gaster and Melody are preoccupied, Rhythm digs around in the code of the Void looking for something interesting out of boredom. He cracks a locked code on a file and finds Gasters journal and begins to read it. He reads the section he wrote on their creation and their purpose. Gaster had never told them they were created and Rhytm realized everything he told them when they were younger was a lie. He doesn’t say anything to Melody or Gaster but he begins to act more and more irritated as days went by. One day on one of the twins adventures, Rhythm returns home early and leaves Melody with Ink. Gaster tries to get Rhythm to tell him what was wrong but he refused. After pushing too far Rhythm tells Gaster what he found and demands an explanation. Nothing Gaster says gives Rhythm any consolation and they get into an argument. As Rhythm tries to leave Gaster stops him but Rhythm accidentally hits Him in his soul. Rhythm panics and tries his best to fix it but the Void begins to crumble as Gaster does. Just then Melody returns and they are forced to say goodbye to their father. Before he dies, he alters their code one last time making them adults which unlocks their full potential and he tells them to spread happiness through their music. Gaster forces them to go with Ink and the twins become orphans.

Song: Lie by Ashe

Year 81 - Year 86: The Next Step

In the first few months after their father dies Melody relies heavily on Rhythm for support. Rhythm only told Melody that it was a sparring accident that had caused their father to die, he never told her what actually happened or what they were. They spend the next 5 years alongside Ink and Dream fighting against Nightmare and his gang and spreading joy like their father had wished. Rhythm became a strong fighter but rarely ever sang while Melody sang til she was exhausted sometimes. Melody hated fighting, although Rhythm taught her how she never liked fighting. Through the years, Rhythm begins to have some hateful thoughts seeing all the AUs and their occupants living happily while he and his sister fight tirelessly to protect THEIR happiness.

Song: Waiting In The Wings by Eden Espinosa

Year 87: The Offer

One night in an AU while Rhythm was trying to clear his head, he runs into nightmare. Nightmare claims he just wants to talk and Rhythm lets him, but kept his guard up. Nightmare talks with him and shares his side of the story and why he does what he does. He convinces Rhythm that it is okay to want a happy ending and to be angry that he has to risk his life for those who don’t care. Nightmare tells him he just wants to help him and his sister, he offers him a “potion” that will give him the strength he needs to make his own happy ending for him and his sister. Nightmare tells him to think about it and leaves.

Song: Let It Lie by Common

Year 87: The Change

After thinking about Nightmares offer for a few days Rhythm decides to tell Melody. Melody refuses to believe anything Nightmare said is true and tried to remind Rhythm of the horrible things he has done to AUs. Rhythm becomes frustrated that Melody won’t listen and he tells her who they really are, how they were never made to have a apply ending. They were created to make a failed scientist not go insane from being alone. Rhythm states this is their chance to find their own path and be their own selves instead of what Gaster wanted them to be. Melody still won’t side with Rhythm and he decides that he will show her what Nightmare offers that Dream or Ink won’t. He drinks the potion and becomes corrupted, leaving with Nightmare. Melody is devastated and heartbroken.

Songs:

Crossing The Line by Mandy Moore and Eden Espinosa

The Next Right Thing by Christen Bell

Year 88 to Year 108: The Fight

After siding with Nightmare, Rhythm ends up creating problems for more and more AUs. Melody and Rhythm spend 20 years fighting, Dream trying to give hope to Melody and Nightmare manipulating and lying to Rhythm.

Songs:

Ready As I’ll Ever Be by Tangled Cast

Open up Your Eyes by Emily Blunt

Here Comes A Thought by Estelle and Aj Michalka

Outer Science by Will Steton

Year 109: The Bargain

Melody is exhausted and has lost all hope for her brother after fighting for 20 years. She calls Nightmare to meet her, he feels her disparity and sadness and decides to meet her. She offers Nightmare a bargain, her life for her brothers. At first Nightmare is not impressed enough and says no. Melody offers not just to be his puppet but to be his experiment, she offers everything she is to him. Intrigued at the possibilities and her stronger musical emotion manipulation ability he agrees. They set a time and Melody says her “goodbyes” to Ink and Dream. She makes it appear as if she is finally finding hope and tells them how much she appreciates them, she then lies and says she is going on a walk under the stars. Dream could see right through her because he couldn’t feel any hope emanating from her. He secretly follows her. She meets Nightmare with Rhythm and Nightmare removes the corruption from Rhythm. Just before Melody leaves with Nightmare, Dream jumps in and tells her to grab her brother and escape. Melody refuses and tells him to look after her brother, she then leaves with Nightmare.

Song: Queen of Mean by Sarah Jeffery

Year 110 - Year 112: The Dark

Rhythm avoids any confrontation with Melody, he fears what she will say to him and feels guilty for all the things he did to people in the last 20 years. Melody is not corrupted in the same way Rhythm was and still feels some positive emotions but is constantly conflicted and suffering from the pain of the two battling sides of herself. No matter how hard she tries, she can never reach Rhythm. During these two years Rhythm is battling himself. At first he is remorseful, then angry, and finally sad. He becomes determined to save his sister, no matter the cost. Dream says there is no hope for Melody but Rhythm refuses to believe it.

Songs:

Interlude IV by Zach Callison

Good For You by Dear Evan Hansen

It’s Over Isn’t It by Deedee Magno Hall

Words Fail by Ben Platt

Year 113: The Finale

Rhythm decides to finally face his demons and confront Melody officially. He tries to talk with her and make her understand why he did what he did and how much he regrets now. When talking seems to be a lost cause Rhythm manages to trap Melody, he tries to edit her core code to remove the corruption from her and while he manages to remove the corruption it damages everything and she begins to die just like their father did. Rhythm refuses to let her go and tries to stop her death by sharing his soul with her, but instead of sharing his soul they end up fusing into one being. Melody becomes trapped inside Rhythms mind, the body is Rhythms and is in his control but he has all of Melody’s magic combined with his. Melody is finally at peace and is content just being a part of her brother and Rhythm is finally able to keep his sister safe from everything.

Songs:

Nothing left to Loose by Jeremy Jordan and Eden Espinosa

Sleeping Beauty by Namine Ritsu

[defenselesswriter]

The Wrong Side of Reality chapter 2

chapter 1 found here chapter two here and for any updates about the writing process or chapter updates (which will be every Monday) track the tag #the wrong side of reality also on ao3

“How’d the paper turn out?” Stiles’ dad asks as they eat their Chinese food for dinner.

Stiles slurps his chow mein noodles quickly and talks over the food in his mouth. “According to Coach, it was crap. He’s making Derek tutor me.”

“Derek?” his dad asks, his voice sounding a little too excited for Stiles’ taste. “Derek Hale?”

Stiles sighs and swallows his bite before wiping his face with his sleeve. “Yeah, that Derek. The only Derek we know of.”

His dad’s eyes narrow slightly. “Stiles.”

“Sorry, sir,” Stiles mumbles, wondering how people are able to put so much emotion in just saying his name today.

“I didn’t know you were at the point you needed a tutor,” Stiles’ dad says after a few minutes of peaceful quiet.

Stiles ducks his head, his face turning red out of guilt. “This paper was kind of make or break for me,” he admits.

His dad sighs, leaning his forehead onto his hand. “What happened, Stiles? You used to be so good at school. You used to love it.”

Stiles shrugs. “I still love school,” he says softly. “It’s just harder now. It’s high school, not elementary school anymore.”

“I know that,” his dad says, looking at him with impatience etched into his face. Stiles wishes he could take back what he said, so his dad will never look at him that way again. His dad has been looking at him like that way too often the last few years.

He almost wishes he could take everything back the last few years, have a fresh start and fix everything. What if his brain actually did the things it was supposed to rather than be a mess of screaming thoughts about everything else? What if his thoughts stopped being a running loop of the same things?

Maybe if he could take everything back, he’d still be friends with Derek.

“Derek?” Scott asks in shock later on their Skype call. “Derek Hale?”

“Yep,” Stiles says, withholding the sass this time.

“Isn’t he on the basketball team?”

“Yep,” Stiles repeats, his voice sounding dead to his ears.

“I didn’t know he was good at economics,” Scott comments with a frown.

Stiles shrugs. “He’s pretty good at everything.”

“Oh, yeah. You guys used to be friends before I moved here, right?” Scott throws a ball up in the air and then barely catches it, almost falling out of his chair as he catches it.

Stiles laughs at his best friend and shakes his head. “Yeah, we used to be friends, but then we got to high school, and everything changed.”

“Yeah, high school changes a lot,” Scott comments absentmindedly as he keeps throwing the ball.

Stiles thinks that truer words have never been spoken. He feels like everything changed once high school started. Derek stopped being friends with him; Scott moved to Beacon Hills and filled the void; Stiles’ dad became sheriff; and Stiles’ brain stopped working slowly but surely. Or did it just get exponentially worse in high school? Was it already not working before?

He shakes his head to get rid of all his thoughts and to focus on Scott’s ball tossing. He has now added a lacrosse stick into the mess and is trying to catch the ball with the stick. Somehow, he ends up hitting himself in the face with the stick, which Stiles does not laugh at because he’s a good friend.

Just kidding. Stiles definitely laughs.

“Like you’re any better!” Scott argues defensively.

Stiles shrugs. “That’s fair.”

“So does that mean you’re gonna start hanging out with Derek again?” Scott asks, not looking at the camera.

“I’m going to study with him,” Stiles says. “But unless he had a sudden change of heart then no. There will be no hanging out.”

Scott nods like what Stiles just said made everything better. Well, that’s a first.

The next day at school, Derek approaches Stiles at his locker. “Meet me in the library at lunch,” he instructs, his face devoid of any emotion.

Stiles remembers when he could make Derek laugh just by snapping his fingers. He wonders what happened between them. “You’re giving up your lunchtime for me?”

“Do you have time after school?” Derek counters with a raised eyebrow because he has the most expressive eyebrows Stiles has ever seen and that includes his sister Cora, who also has ridiculously emotive eyebrows.

Stiles shakes his head. “Lunch works.”

“See you then.” Derek turns and walks away after that. And damn when did Derek get a really nice ass, and why is Stiles staring at it?

It’s not like Stiles is new to the bisexuality thing, but he never thought he’d be attracted to Derek. Not that he is. He’s not. Just admiring aesthetics.

The first half of the day passes by quickly, and suddenly it’s lunchtime. Stiles rushes to grab his food and get to the library.

“You’re late,” Derek mumbles, not even looking up from his textbook when Stiles approaches the table.

“I needed to get food,” Stiles defends himself.

Derek looks up at the tray of food with an unimpressed look. After a moment of silence, he looks up at Stiles with a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to sit?”

“So bossy,” Stiles says under his breath as he sits while Derek goes back to reading his textbook. “Guess some things never change.”

Derek’s head snaps up and both of his eyebrows are raised. “Excuse me?”

“I guess some things never change,” Stiles repeats looking Derek right in the eye.

It’s a tense silence between them as Derek’s jaw clenches. “Let’s just get this over with,” he says, shutting his textbook and putting it away. He pulls out their economics textbook and then looks at Stiles’ tray of food. “Are you even allowed to have food in the library?”

Stiles shrugs. “I gotta eat, my dude.”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek quickly snaps.

“Sorry,” Stiles mumbles, focusing his attention on opening a bag of chips.

“Finstocks gave me your essay,” Derek tells him. “He was right about it. You’re smarter than that, Stiles.”

“How would you know?” Stiles is quick to ask, looking back up at Derek. “You don’t know me.”

“Not anymore,” Derek comments, looking down at the textbook.

“You said you didn’t hate me,” Stiles remembers. “Why do you act like you do?”

Derek shrugs. “We’re here to talk about economics, not us.”

Stiles leans back in his chair and munches on his chips. “So what wise wisdom can you impart on me?”

“Did you actually do any of the assigned reading?” Derek asks.

“I tried,” Stiles admits, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. He doesn’t want to talk about his failures with anyone, especially Derek.

Derek’s face almost softens, which looks close to what Stiles remembers him looking like. “Is there something going on?”

Stiles shakes his head. “Nothing I wanna talk about with you.”

And just like that, Derek’s face hardens again. “Okay, so this essay. I want you to rewrite it, and I’ll edit it. Sound good?”

Stiles nods, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Do you want my number in case you have any questions?” Derek asks.

“You trust me enough to have your number?” Stiles laughs.

“Do I have to tell you not to send dick pics?”

Stiles laughs again, throwing his head back and almost choking on his spit because he’s really graceful like that. “No, you don’t have to tell me that.”

Derek nods. “Good. Here’s my number.” He writes it down on a corner of his notebook and tears it off then hands it to Stiles. “Don’t abuse this privilege.”

“Okay,” Stiles says, pressing his lips together to try not to laugh.

Derek collects his stuff and walks away, leaving Stiles alone at the table with his food and Derek’s phone number.

Cool.

He spends the rest of the lunch period staring at the ten digits that mean something more than what Stiles can comprehend. Why would Derek give him his number when he could have just given his email? Email probably would’ve been easier and more professional. Numbers are personal. This means something. Stiles just can’t name it.

[baddyxangel]

in 5 i LIKED that they turned stiles’ skepticism up to 11 but it honestly seemed unprompted even for him. like yeah instincts, but he had NO reason to distrust theo other than having a hunch, and theo was fairly convincing, so i dont really know where his suspicions came from. Stiles has always been distrustful of people and their motives. But yes, turning it up to 11 after the nogitsune is a smart move. But yeah, not trusting Theo is pretty consistent tbh.

Ok, so I get that Theo wanted Scott’s alpha powers and his pack. The thing is, he said he wanted Stiles in his pack as well... but earlier he’d sent Donavan to kill Stiles? Here’s my reasoning why this all played out:      1. Theo was actually planning on “saving” Stiles from Donavan to gain his trust further but Stiles killed him before Theo could save the day. 

Or 

2. Theo actually wanted Stiles dead but when he realized that it was a tad harder to kill Stiles he reverted to a plan-b. Frame Stiles and have him be pitted against Scott later on, so that Stiles may be more willing to help get the rest of the pack in Theo’s side.  The thing is, he said he wanted Stiles in his pack when he thought he had nothing to gain from getting Stiles on his side. Theo had no reason to think he’d need Stiles to bait out Scott for a surprise attack, Theo thought Liam was gonna take care of that. So why? Why would he go through the trouble of trying to get Stiles killed if Theo legitimately wanted Stiles in the pack?? I may have missed something, so if I had please lmk because right now not much makes sense. Edit: Furthermore, why did Theo act like Void Stiles was gonna come back? Like, the nogitsune was dead, what did he mean he wanted “Void Stiles” if he knew the nogitsune was already killed off? Even so, why would he want a Void Stiles if Void Stiles had no loyalties to any pack for that matter? Even if Stiles joined the pack, he’d still be mortal Stiles rather than a nogitsune, so where did Theo get that idea that Stiles could just “switch it on”? Maybe I’m making something out of nothing but I really don’t know what Theo wants at this point lmao.

Theo is an unreliable narrator, and you can't completely trust what he says at any one time. He wanted Stiles on his side because Stiles manages to think his way out of stuff and is very loyal. He didn't count on Stiles having a bullshit detector. Enter Donovan, and no matter what happens, Theo wins. If he saves Stiles at the last minute, he's a hero. If he offers Stiles acceptance and Stiles has to trust him, he's finally got the guy's loyalty. If Stiles doesn't survive, he kills Donovan and says Stiles died protecting him (Theo), or that he wasn't fast enough to save him, but he knows who did it. If he kills Donovan, he says he and Stiles were both fighting and he was the only one who survived. He wanted Stiles in his pack, but if he couldn't get him to come around, removing him as an obstacle was the next best thing. Damn you smart

I think the implication was that he was trying to get Void to ‘resurface’, because he didn’t know what actually happened. So his plan was to try and provoke that response, and if that failed, to step in and save Stiles at the last minute to try and ‘earn’ his trust. Honesty I think Donovan is the point where Theo’s plan starts to fail because human Stiles ended up killing him without Void, which Theo didn’t anticipate as an option. I actually really like this idea, like really like it. It sounds plausible and cool.

I don't think your making something out of nothing, as we don't find out any answers in the show and it is up to us fans to come up with them instead. Personally, the way I think of it is that he didn't know that Stiles was normal again, until he saved Scott from the glowing-claws things that the Dread Doctors made. When he realised that Stiles was normal, he reverted to a Plan B which getting making him and Scott fall out so that Scott would trust him more then Stiles. I don't think that he actually thought that he could get Void Stiles to come back, instead I think that, that was just a method getting Stiles annoyed and perhaps to distract him from Parish coming to collect the body. We know that Theo was at the library when Stiles accidentally killed Donovan. So it would make sense for Theo to send him to kill Stiles, however, he would turn up and save Stiles in order to get Scott's trust. This was before he went with his Plan B. Stiles wouldn't help Theo, we know this as he hated and didn't trust him, so that part of your post doesn't make any sense. Theo's plan for to get Stiles and a few others of Scott's Pack into his Pack, however, once he realised that, that would never happen- he reverted to his Plan B. Both of his plans were trying to get Liam to kill Scott so they he could kill Liam and take the Alpha power. Theo couldn't take Scott's True Alpha power, only Liam could. So he planned to get Liam to kill Scott so that he would be able to take the power by killing Liam. That way Scott's Pack would be in shreds and he would have a better chance of getting the rest of them to join his Pack. 

i thought that he just meant he wanted someone like Stiles.. loyal and all that. Yeah but then he was going on and on about every other part of Scott’s pack and was like, “I want y’all and Scott’s not apart of that plan”. He might be referring to Stiles in the way you suggest tho, but not all of the pack I think. I dunno, it’s all speculation at this point lol.

[stilinski-jpeg]

The Void Inside Me (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.

Warnings: Smut; choking.

Word Count: 6860

|Masterlist|

Remember when you were little and someone, whether it be your parents or your teacher, asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? It was always a riveting question that shattered all boundaries of insightful questions. Well people would say things like: A doctor, a ballerina, or a pop star. Because when you're that young you don't grasp the reality of life and that more than likely you'd be in high school not doing any of the things you thought you’d be doing and working at failing clothing boutique or lame record shops that no one went too. Or like me you could be working at a local grocery store.

Being new to Beacon Hills, a lot of cooler jobs were taken. So I was landed with the only job available that would accommodate me with my school hours. So cashier girl is what I was formerly know as at school. Frustrating as it was, no one bother to learn my name properly. Different variations of the unprecedented nickname surfaced anywhere from girl to cashier. But not for Stiles.

No, Stiles Stilinski noticed me the second I walked into Beacon Hills High School. The halls were empty except from him when I pulled open the doors that morning. He was standing at his locker, staring aimlessly into it, when the sudden rush of outside light caught his attention. He squinted, his head tilting slightly, as he tried to make out the newcomer only to find it was me. His expression changed from confused to surprised, his eyebrows raised and his mouth hung open slightly.

I blushed as I passed him, clinging on to my books as I tried to force my smile to withdraw. Since that moment, I had a thing for Stiles. And I liked to think that he had a thing for me too. But Stiles and I’s relationship, platonic or otherwise, felt like one that could never make it off the ground. Like something always stopped us from connecting. Like fate was trying to tell us something. But I didn't want to listen to old lady fate. It was hard to ignore the intense feeling I had when he was around and I didn't want that feeling to go away.

For a while his crush on Lydia, made it difficult for him to have an eye for anyone else. I became his venting buddy when we were paired up together one day in Biology. The only thing worse about having to listen to your crush talk about another person was dissecting a frog while doing it.

“I just don't know how, no matter how hard I try, that she just rejects my feelings for her.” He whined as I slide the scalpel down the frog's stomach, cringing the entire time.

“Mhmm.” I responded absentmindedly.

“It just so frustrating you know? Like why doesn't she love me back?”

“OH MY GOD!” I covered my nose with the back of my hand as all of the innards of the amphibian could be seen.

“I know, right!” Stiles agreed, his mind clearly away from the task at hand.

Stomach turning, I set down the tool and faced him. His words just now hitting me as I processed them. He was still talking when interrupted him in the middle of telling me for the umpteenth time how he'd loved her since grade school and there was no one like that strawberry blonde and that Aiden was just a minor setback but he'd end up on top.

“Stiles.” I said, holding a hand up to halt his rambling. “You say you've loved Lydia forever right?”

He nodded his attention fully on me now, making me kind of nervous.

“Well,” I swallowed thickly forcing myself to continue. “How come after forever and all the ‘bonding’ you say you've done, she's still going after the bad boys?”

He mulled this over, thinking intently about the question. If I'd learned anything about Stiles is that this was the sign of a boy making a case to support his argument. But I was tired of him lusting after the popular girl who didn't care about him.

“Before you say anything, think about this.” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “If she does end up with you, whenever that may be, will she ever love you as much as you love her?”

His eyes widened with understanding as my question loomed between us. His eyes scanned over my face, but I could tell he was really considering the question. Before he could respond however, Scott McCall flung open the door. He was obviously winded as he tried to explain to the teacher that he needed Stiles urgently for a lacrosse meeting with Coach. That was all the persuading the teacher needed to dismiss Stiles from class. The only thing was, that if it were a meeting for the lacrosse team, why were they headed the opposite way of the locker rooms?

That was most of my encounters with him. Constantly just on the cusp of breaking through the wall of friendship to something more, when he was ripped away by his friends for one bad excuse or another. At first, I thought he didn't like me and his friend (at his request) were saving him from me. But that proved not to be true after one instance where he deliberately kissed my cheek, promising to text me later before running off to meet his friends who were anxiously waiting for him at his jeep.

It seemed like every meeting Stiles and I had was always interrupted by some big emergency that had him scrambling out of the nearest door. This was true even on the day that I would remember for the rest of my life. The day that changed me as a normal everyday girl.

On this day, I sat in the courtyard on my free period. I was reviewing some physics notes, preparing for the test that was later that day. He sat next me, plopping dramatically in the picnic like table and wait led for me to notice him.

“Hi Stiles.” I droned, flipping the page of my notebook and doing my best to avoid those perfectly golden orbs.

He sighed again in response, begging for my attention in the way only Stiles did. I bit the inside of my cheek trying to subside my smile. After another overly dramatic sigh, I looked at him with a pointed glare that quickly grew to a smile.

“Yes Stiles. How can I help you today?”

He smiled back, the corners of his lips turning up just so and making my heart flutter.

“How would you like to accompany me on a secret mission?” He said seriously, but if you knew anything about Stiles you'd know he was rarely serious.

“Secret mission, huh?” I mused, turning slightly so I was facing him better.

“Mhmm.” He hummed. “Top secret. Highly classified. No one can know.”

“Sounds like it.” I smirked, “And what is this oh so secret-”

“Top secret!” He interrupted.

“Top secret, mission that you're embarking on?” I corrected myself as I continued.

Stiles looked around us, checking to see if the coast was clear, before ducking his head and leaning in towards me until his lips were inches from my ear. I felt a pleasurable chill run down my spine as he began speaking, his words expelling warm washes of breath when they hit my ear.

“Frozen yogurt. My treat.”

He pulled away, checking again to make sure no one heard his super secret message to me. I smiled at him, bigger than I probably should have. It was happening. Stiles and I were finally going to be alone just the two of us. Away from distractions or friends that could steal us away. I should have known better than that, though. As soon as I opened my mouth to say yes, someone in the distance called his name out making us both jump. We looked in the direction of the voice to find Scott standing with fellow lacrosse teammate, Isaac Lahey. They waved him over emphatically, looking like they had something urgent to tell him.

He dropped his head, clearly as disappointed as I felt that our timing was never right. They called his name again and he yell from them to hold on, a tinge of anger in his voice.

“I'm sorry-” he started but for fear of crying I stopped him.

“It's fine. You're a busy guy, I get it.” I shrugged, choosing to find the hem of my skirt more interesting than looking at him.

He lifted my chin though, forcing our eyes to meet. It's like he knew that his eyes were my kryptonite. He leaned in a fraction, so we were both breathing the same air. “I'll make this up to you, I promise.”

I was nodding in agreement before I knew what I was agreeing too. He leaned in, pressing his lips to my cheek and his kiss seared on my skin even after he pulled away. He was gone before I could get a word in and I was left alone once again.

The high I was on from Stiles kissing me, was gone before I hit last period. I spent my whole test thinking about him. At first I thought about how much I liked him and cute we would be together. But then that changed when I really thought about how little time we'd actually spent together. The universe was clearly trying to tell me something, but I would not listen.

As class went on though, the realisation that maybe Stiles really didn't like me set in. Yes, he had kiss me twice but it was only on the cheek. Maybe he was being polite? Then there was the mild flirting whenever we're together. We gravitated to each other like magnets and in those moments I felt free, invincible.

I guess I was being dramatic when I said that every time Stiles and I had time together it was interrupted. There were times that in class or at lunch that we spent that whole hour together. Talking about school, joking around, and my favourite flirting. But those were easily forgotten in the shadow of the ones where he did leave. The next day when I saw him after those times, he would always make up some weird excuse like Scott’s cat died or Lydia lost her phone or Allison needed help with her archery. But Scott didn't seem to upset for someone who just lost his cat and was ‘forcing’ his friend to come console him, Lydia was usually using her phone while he was telling me she’d lost it, and Allison was like a master archer (I'd seen her at the archery club shooting one day, she's fantastic) so she really didn't need Stiles, who could barely hold a pencil without dropping it, to help her with archery.

As I walked home, the only thing I could come up with was maybe he's ashamed of me. I was the new girl and I wasn't sure of people's opinions of me yet. Maybe they were all bad and maybe Stiles did like me but didn't want to get made fun of. I sighed loudly, adjusting my backpack on my shoulders. It was a depressing thought but it was the only one I could come up with that made sense. My mood had dropped significantly and I felt like nothing could change it.

But then, my phone started buzzing from inside of my pocket. I was going to ignore it before the thought accrued to me that it could be Stiles! He had said that he would talk me later and now that school was over, it /had/ to be him, right? I smashed the green button as soon as I pulled it out, producing an over excited and rather shaky hello.

“Honey?” My mom’s voice called out from the other side of the receiver.

“Oh hi mom.” I responded, my tone dropping significantly.

“Hi honey, listen the dog got into the bread again. Do you mind picking some up on your way home from school?”

I rolled my eyes annoyedly knowing she couldn't see me. “Sure, mom. Just expect me a little later than usual, then.”

She gushed some thanks and I love yous before getting off the phone, leaving my thoroughly disappointed and greatly annoyed.

I grabbed a basket once inside the store and rushed over to the bread aisle. I just wanted to be home, in my bed with a tub of ice cream and my phone close by just in case ‘someone’ decided to text me. I frown when I realised it had been several hours since I'd last talked to Stiles and he still hadn't called or even texted. That boy was sending me mixed signals and I couldn't be more confused as to what he wanted.

The bread was easy enough to find since I worked at the grocery store and usually got landed the job of stocking it when new shipments arrived. I walked right to the spot I knew the bread would be and grabbed a loaf. I was halted though by another hand reaching for the same loaf of bread. I glared at the hand that had at least a hundred other breads to choose from and was now playing tug of war for the one that was clearly mine. My eyes roamed up to the owner of the hand as I prepared a long winded rant I would surely unleash upon the person.

I didn't realise it was him at first. When my eyes met his, they were different than I had remembered. They were dark and cold and looked upon me with an intensity I could not read. He looked worn, like the day had taken more of a toll on him then he would have liked. His hair was slightly more disheveled than usual, but I'd never seen Stiles Stilinski outside of school so I didn't know what to expect when I finally did. He'd changed clothes since school, once clad in dark blue pants and matching plaid shirt, he was now wearing a maroon t-shirt and khaki pants. He's worn this outfit before and it was still my favourite one.

“Stiles!” My voice was too high of a pitch to sound normal, but I hoped he overlooked it.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

My stomach did at least four backflips and an aerial. Stiles and I had talked many times, but I couldn't remember a time that he'd ever called me gorgeous. I was starting to think that I liked after school Stiles more. I smiled as a response, not really trusting myself to say something intelligent.

“Sorry about earlier today. I forgot I promised to help Scott with a pest problem.” He said, his voice like silk as he talked.

“P-pest problem?” I stuttered, and I mentally berated myself for doing so.

“Yeah. Apparently there's a bunch of wolves running around Beacon Hills.” He said without missing a beat.

His tone was so casual for such a bold statement. He talked like he actually believed there were wolves in California. Which was impossible because there hadn't been wolves here in years. I raised an eyebrow at him, studying his face a little further than I had before. It was strange for Stiles of all people to get such a basic fact wrong. He smirked at me, eyeing me over and I blushed in response. Was he checking me out?

“Right, wolves.” I dismissed the inaccuracy as a fluke. I couldn't risk scaring him off. “So, what brings you in today?”

He grabbed the loaf of bread we both were after from my grasp and held it up, his smirk returning. “I was hungry for some grilled cheese and we were out of bread. You?”

“Grilled cheese, huh? With what kind of cheese?” I challenged, knowing the only correct answer was not American cheese.

“Anything but American.” He answered correctly.

I smiled brightly at him, grabbing my own loaf of bread and tossing it into my basket. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Stilinski.”

A glint of something flashed behind his dark eyes. It was so quick if I hadn't already been looking I might have missed it. My smiled faded as I tried to assess what it was that I'd seen. There was something there, I knew it but I was distracted as Stiles placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards the registers.

“So you're telling me that you slept with a baby blanket until like last year?” I laughed.

Stiles had graciously offered to walk me home, and what kind of girl would I be if I declined? A dumb one that's what kind. Now we were playing a very innocent game of truth or dare, which had really been a game of truth or truth because neither one of us had picked anything else.

“If you tell anyone I will deny it.” He said almost seriously, but he's smile gave him away.

I laughed out loud again, harder than before. Whatever had gotten into Stiles tonight, I liked it. Maybe without the pressure of his obviously overbearing friends, he could finally be himself. Or maybe this was just Stiles after hours? Either way I was enjoying him.

“Okay, so truth or dare?” He asked, continuing our game.

I knew what he expected me to do. He knew I'd play it safe and say truth, because that's the kind of girl someone would expect me to be: the safe girl. But safe can also mean boring and I didn't want the only boy that was paying this amount of attention to be bored. Beside, we were steadily approaching my house so what's the worst he could do if I just picked…

“Dare.”

I stopped walking and turn to face him. I was hoping to see a look of surprise on his face when he stopped too, but if anything he looked indifferent.

“You sure you want to do that?”

His voice was different from anything I'd ever heard from him before. It was deep and gruffly, with a harshness to it. I search his face for any ounce of humour, but found none. I got this sickening feeling in my stomach that something was off here, but that feeling was overpowered by the feeling pooling in my lower abdomen.

“Y-yes.” I muttered.

He chuckled darkly, taking a step towards me. “Dare means you have to do anything I say.”

“Do your worst.” I said breathily trying to sound more confident then I felt.

One more step and we were so close that I could feel his breath fanning over my face. My own breathing was shallow and slightly stuttered as I waited for Stiles to make his move. His eyes were darker than ever and the ghost of a deadly smile was playing on his lips. This boy was dangerous to my panties and to my heart. Was it even healthy for your heart to skip that many beats?

“Close your eyes.” He demanded and I obeyed without forethought.

Nothing happened for several minutes, I could feel his breath still over me like he hadn't moved from in front of me. Just as I was about ask what he was doing, his lips connected with mine. They were rough and slightly chapped but they made me melt all the same. This is the thing I'd been wanting from Stiles since the day I'd met him. This exact moment was everything I'd ever wanted.

I pulled away, my eyes still closed not wanting forget the way his lips blended with mine. But when I finally did open them, he was gone. Like the wind, there one second and gone the next, he was gone. I had half a mind to call out for him, but I knew he was gone. I smiled to myself, wondering idly as I walked to my house, unlocked my door, set the groceries on the counter and headed up to my room if he'd planned this the entire time.

As I closed my door, I giggled thinking to myself how I must have ruined his plan to kiss me by never picking dare. I could remember everything he told me that night like it was a movie on replay. He was melted into my brain and there was no way of getting him out.

It only took me three minutes after I finished brushing my teeth to decide that I was going to text him. He didn't say goodnight or even goodbye after all. Plus I wanted to ensure that tomorrow at school would be just as casual as tonight was, so I had to text him right?

Me: Thank for tonight. It will go down in history as my favourite night. :)

I sent it. Knowing that Stiles was already contemplating a witty comeback. It took a little longer than I would have like but eventually I felt my phone buzz in my hand.

Stiles: what??

Not his best witty retort, but I couldn't expect him to be completely normal after we just kissed right.

Me: haha. Very funny. Where did you run off to anyways? We could've watched a movie or something.

Stiles: Seriously, what are you talking about? I've been with Scott all day.

I reread the words several times. He's been with Scott all day? Was this another joke? Because I was one hundred and ten percent sure that he kissed me a half an hour ago. Before I had a chance to write back, my phone rang. It was Stiles. I relaxed a little, surely he was calling me to tell me he was joking and that he had a good time time too. I answered it barely getting my bright and cheery hello out before Stiles interrupted me.

“What was I wearing?” He almost hollered from the other side of the phone. His voice was lower than usual, his words running into each other like did when he was upset.

“What?” I questioned, frowning.

“You said we were hanging out tonight, what was I wearing?”

I began pacing the room, biting my lip nervously. What the hell was going on? This wasn't the boy I was walking home with less than an hour ago. No this boy was scared, worried even.

“Uhhh, red - no, maroon shirt with khaki pants.”

The line was silent for a moment and I was worried he'd hang up before I could ask what was happening.

“My eyes!” He urged. “Did you notice anything about my eyes?”

I frown at this question, mostly because I had but I was sure it was just my imagination. Was this some sort of prank?

“Stiles I don't-”

“Listen,” he interjected,”Meet me and Scott at the preserves in ten minutes. We’ll be there in five. I'll be wearing a blue baseball hat. If it's not blue, do not talk to me. Understand?”

I tried to listen intently to his instructions but they weren't making sense. Why would he tell me he's wearing a blue hat if he might not wear one? I scrambled around my room nevertheless, pulling shorts, slipping on shoes and grabbing my keys before I was halted by something outside of window. I could barely hear Stiles voice as I peer down at the person standing in my driveway.

It was him, it was Stiles.

“Stiles, I thought you said you were 5 minutes away from the woods?” I said, as the Stiles out my window looked up at me and smiled.

“What? I am? Wait is he there? Listen, whatever you do don't-” I barely caught the last of his words as I ended the call.

I tiptoed down the stairs, cringing as the deadbolt on my front door made a loud clicking noise when I unlocked it. Stiles was already there, dressed like before, with a beautiful smile lazily draped across his face. It was odd though. Maybe it was the dim light that only came from the moon or maybe it was the lack of it, but he looked even more tired, worn even. There were shades of dark circle eclipsing his eyes. His skin was pale, which I hadn't noticed earlier. Something about his overall presence made my stomach twist into knots, but I wasn't sure if that was from fear or excitement.

He took a step toward me, inviting himself into my house. I stepped back allowing him in, captivated by the hunger at which he gaze upon me with. I grabbed his hand, guiding him up my stairs and into my bedroom silently.

Once the door was shut, I pressed my back into it, watching as he moved about my room. I couldn't believe Stiles Stilinski was actually here. He walked past my bed, his fingers trailing across its surface. I half promised myself that I'd never wash the comforter.

“Where'd you run off to earlier?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

He glanced over his shoulder, his feature dark and almost menacing but that didn't stop the water park in my panties.

“He's always thought about being in your room.” I heard him vaguely mumble.

The phrase was foreign to me, I wasn't sure who the ‘he’ that he was referring to was. Maybe he just misspoke? There was no doubt in my mind that he was any less nervous than I was. And this was Stiles we were talking about, it's wasn’t unlike him to say outlandish things.

“Well he's here now. So what's he going to do?”

I felt the sultry tone coarse through my words, but I wasn't sure where it came from. Stiles turned to face me. His expression unreadable, but he seemed intrigued by the way he tilted his head. Another unholy and almost sinful smile appeared on his face. If this was any other situation, or person of that matter, I would have been frightened but I was only criminally turned on.

He was in front of me before I'd even realised that he'd moved. His eyes were dark like they had been all night but now I was sure it was because his hands were on my hips slowly trailing up the side of my body. I didn't move or make a sound as they did, rejoicing in the feeling of his hands on me. He didn't stop moving upwards until both hands were around my neck, giving the slightest amount of pressure to it. He leaned his head forward just enough that our lips were barely touching, his eyes flickered to them and back.  

“I'm going to fuck you.” He growled, before smashing his lips against mine.

His body pressed into mine, pushing me further into the door. I groaned as his rough lips tore against mine. The feel of them were unlike anything else. His grip on my neck tightened slightly more as I felt his hard cock pushing into my thigh and I moaned again. Suddenly something came over me, the want for him was insatiable and I clawed at his clothes trying to rid him body of them.

He stopped me before I could even pop a button, pinning my hands to the door. His lips trailed along my jawline, all the way to my ear.

“Don't. Fucking. Move.” He growled and it resonated through my whole body.

I obeyed as his coarse lips ran along my neck, sucking hard, making me hiss in pain. One of his hands played with the band of my pajama shorts, dipping his fingers in them and playing with the lace of my panties. My stomach tensed at his touch and I closed my eyes taking in the way his callused fingers danced along my skin.

He relented on the attack he was casting on my neck to look at me. I kept my eyes shut, knowing if our lust filled eyes met I may just come right there. I could feel him watching me as he dipped his whole hand down my pants, past my panties and connected with me clit causing a filthy moan to spewed out of my mouth.

“You like that?” He asked menacingly, rubbing slow deliberately circles into my bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” Was all I could manage as a response. He sped up, changing up his patterns and I could feel an orgasm steadily approaching.

With his other hand he kneaded my breast over my shirt adding to the pleasure. My peaks harden under his touch protruding from beneath my shirt. I couldn't stop the sounds protruding from my mouth as he ripped my shirt upwards. The bra that I hadn't put on after I changed into my night clothes, left my chest bare and exposed to him. I wrenched my eyes open, watching as he ducked down latching on to breast.

“God Stiles.” I mewled, tangling my fingers into his hair and pushing him into me.

A sharp pain on the sensitive skin of my breast made me cry out. The tormenting motion of his fingers stopped too as he lifted his head to meet mine.

“I thought I told you not move.” The dangerous look in his eyes had me swallowing thickly.

“I uhh- I'm sorry.” I tried to apologise.

He wrapped his hands around my wrist roughly then pinned them back against the door. The menacing look in his eyes was warning enough to not move again. I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties because even though he was kind of intimidating; this other side to Stiles that was aggressive and demanding turned me on like no other. He maintained eye contact as he removed his hand from my wrists and began tugging my shorts and panties down my legs. I stepped out of them when they hit the floor and he kicked them aside to somewhere unknown.

“Remember what I said.” He warned as he nudged his leg in between mine, spreading them apart. I felt the most pleasurable of twinges in my core as he did. I wanted to lunge at him, not caring if the consequences, and kiss him until he was begging for air. But I did care about the consequences because Stiles had shown another side of himself tonight and who knew what he was capable of.

In my idle thoughts, he'd unzipped his pants letting his aching erection fall through the slit. “Now Koneko, sit still and let me fuck you.”

His cock slipped between the narrow gap of my thighs that were slick with from my own wetness. His tip rubbed against my clit making my hiss upon contact. He passed over it a few more times teasingly. I almost begged him for more when he grabbed my hips and plunged inside of me, filling me to the hilt with his member. I didn't have time to against to his size before he began moving and I relied solely on gravity and the door for support as he slammed into me relentlessly. His hands gripped my waist with such a force that I was sure I could feel the bruises forming.

“You feel so fucking good around my dick.” He said through gritted teeth.

It became increasingly harder to containing my moans. My bottom lip was raw from my teeth wearing into it for so long. I could feel the burning ball of desire intensifying as my orgasm steadily approached.

“Stiles, I'm gonna, gonna-”

“Not yet.” He growled, pulling out of me causing me to almost cry out.

“No, please. I was so close.” I whined as he peeled me off the door he'd just banged me into and guided me over to the bed.

“Don't worry, gorgeous. I will make sure you come.” He smirked as he basically threw me on the bed.

I landed on my back, bouncing lightly. Stiles stood at the edge of the bed, staring over my half naked body with a hunger in his eyes.

“Come here.” He rolled me over to my stomach before grabbing me by the waist and forcing my ass in the air. His cock was hard against my pussy and he played teasingly with my entrance. He roamed over my ass with his hand, touching the soft skin there. He dragged his hand down to my clit swirling his fingers over the sensitive bundle.

“Please Stiles.” I begged, pushing back into him. “I need you.”

He didn't respond, just rubbed soft slow patterns. The pressure was just enough to make my body spark but not enough to make me come. I pushed back into him again, eager for him to bring me some relief. Satisfied that I was, he eased his cock back into my dripping pussy while still working over my clit. We both sighed, the new angle allowing him to sink deeper. He wrapped his arm around my waist forcing me to sit up and started up a rhythm, moving hard and deliberately inside of me.

My back hit his chest and the hand attached to the arm skidding along my skin, palming roughly over one of my breasts and his fingers tweaked harshly at my nipple. His teeth moved over my neck, biting, lips sucking and bringing dozens of red marks to the surface, all of which would be purple by tomorrow.

“Fuck, Stiles, please.” I begged, hips shaking as my climax built, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. His hand left my chest and his lips left my shoulder, fingers pushing my head around and his lips slanted hotly over mine. It was all tongue and teeth, moans being shared between us and he pulled back to pant breathlessly.

He picked up his pace, slamming into me quickly and roughly, fingers rubbing harsh curled on my clit as the other hand wrapped tightly in my hair, holding my head in place so he could watch as I came. My eyes rolled back, sounds near screams leaving my lips and it wasn't long until he was throbbing between my clenched walls, cumming so hard he groaned almost as loud as me.

He fell forwards, pinning me beneath him before rolling over to the side and pulling out, an arm over his head and his mouth hung slack. The room smelt of sweat and sex, and I grinned lazily, turning to curl into his side.

My phone vibrated rapidly from the floor, the device being momentarily forgotten about in all the chaos. I lifted my head to glare at my phone with intent to get up and not so nicely tell the person on the other line to call me in the morning. As I moved, Stiles stopped me turning his body towards mine and capturing my lips with his. I moaned sweetly into the kiss, pulling my arms around him in attempt to get as close as possible to him.

I was startled when my door was slammed opened, thumping against the wall loudly. I dragging my lips away from Stiles so I could see who had made the intrusion. Much to my surprise standing in my doorway was Scott, mouth hanging open.

“What the hell Scott?” I yelled, scrambling off the bed and searching the floor for my shorts.

I expected Scott to realise his mistake and back out of the room covering his eyes. But he didn't, in fact his eyes never left Stiles who was now sitting on the bed with a smirk on his face. I pulled on my shorts just as Scott called over his shoulder, without taking his eyes off Stiles, down the hall.

“He's in here.”

I frown at him, placing my hands on my hips. “Scott, you can't just barge into my house and- what the fuck?”

I had to blink a few times to makes sure that what I was seeing was real. Stiles, different from the one sitting on my bed, was standing in my door way with Scott looking from the Stiles on my bed to me. His expression was hard, almost angry as one last time he looked me over then turned to the Stiles on my bed.

The difference between the two were obvious now with the addition of the new Stiles. The one on my bed was sickly pale, with shadows under his eyes that were just as dark as his irises. His hair, upon further investigation, was improperly disheveled compared to the other Stiles.

“You son of a bitch.” The Stiles standing with Scott roared taking a step toward the Stiles on my bed. Scott put his arm out to stop him. The Stiles on my bed just smiled moving to a standing position.

“Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I yelled sending all three boys attention my way.

“You see, Stiles, shielding the girl you love from your life does have its disadvantages.” There was a twinge of excitement in his tone, that made me stomach turn. “How are you going to explain to her that the person that just fucked her wasn't her sweet precious Stiles? It was a thousand year old fox, a nogitsune.”

I couldn't understand the other Stiles’s words. What the hell was he talking about? What was Stiles supposedly shielding me from?

“You're nothing. You're void, a useless, bare, version of me!” Stiles growled trying again to go towards, but Scott held him back again.

A void Stiles? My head started to hurt and I leaned against the wall in case I fainted, which was a good possibility.

“Useless, huh? I'm sure that toy over that wouldn't say so.” He thumbed at me over his shoulder, sending a devilish grin with it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Stiles shouted running at the Void Stiles so fast that Scott didn't have a chance to stop him. Stiles cocked back his fist, heading full speed when the Void Stiles stopped him by his neck, squeezing it tightly.

What happened next was unbelievable, incrediblely impossible. But impossibly true. Scott's eyes changed from their usual brown to a bright red. This hands resembled claws now that long dark nails shot out from the tips of his fingers. When I blinked again, hair began sprouting out at an alarming rate around his face and down his neck. His ears and teeth both grew out into a point, making him look like a wolf.

A werewolf.

Just thinking the words made me feel crazy. But how could I ever believe I wasn't? In front of me was Stiles choking someone that looked identical to him while Scott pounced looking like something out of a teen movie and I was caught in the crossfires. So I did the only logical thing to do, I ran. Out of my room, out of my back door, and straight into the woods behind my house. I ran and ran, the woods too dark and thick to see more than a few feet in front of me. I heard shouting behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what or whom it might be. Almost instantly tripping over something and I landed chest first on a very large, very old stump. I could feel a bruise already forming around my rib cage, as I struggled to stand again.

“Hey!” I turned quickly in the direction of the voice, not really knowing who I'd find. From in the general direction of which I just came, Stiles appeared. In the darkness, it was hard to make out much of his features but he was wearing a plaid shirt for sure. I relaxed knowing that this wasn't the void Stiles or wolf Scott, just human Stiles.

“Stiles.” I breathed, rushing over to him as he held his arms open to embrace me. We collided a little harder than expected, hitting the newfound soreness on my ribs.

“Are you alright?” He asked, noticing the tenseness when we met.

“I am now.” I muttered into his shoulder.

“I’m here Koneko and I won't let anyone hurt you.” I moved my head to smile up at him. He smile back, ducking down to place a soft kiss on my lips. I was home in his arms now and I'd never felt safer.

“Will you tell me what's going on? What's really going on Stiles?” I asked, trying to search his eyes but the darkness loomed to heavy and I could barely make them out.

“I will but let's get you back, Koneko.” His warm voice soothing me instantly. I nodded, curling into him as he wrapped his arms around me and we headed back to my house.

My mind raced, replaying the night over in my head as we walked. Stiles held me so close to him, his knuckles were turning white. But out of all the things that happened that night, the only thing that stood out to me in that moment was that I couldn't remember a time before tonight that Stiles had ever called me Koneko.

[thedegenerateasexual]

top 10 teen wolf episodes as rated by me i guess

IN the order from most to least favorite, and i did not include any 6B ones because it isn’t fair for me to use those when the season isn’t finished yet. (EDIT: season is now finished and while none of the 6B episodes made the ranking i did adjust the honorable mentions accordingly.) this is long & i had fun making it

3.19 Letharia Vulpina: ok ok so just like Everyone Knew I Would i did pick this one because of all the prime derek/chris material—that all-important moment where they had their claws and gun trained on each other, being handcuffed to a bench together, derek saving chris’s life despite insisting he wasn’t gonna—BUT there’s literally not a single second of this episode i don’t love. we open with deaton being a total badass and scaring the shit out of some yakuza dudes, then KIRA gets to be a badass, and then there’s a small scott/allison/isaac moment when he’s all laid up (which was my ot3 for a little while in 3A…don’t judge), allison gets to threaten peter with a stun baton on her girlfriend lydia’s behalf, and that doesn’t even BEGIN to get into the absolute delight it is to watch everyone running around trying to deal with all the chaos the notgitsune is causing (we even got to see coach get shot, which was actually pretty funny??). between all of that and the plot twist at the end (that we all saw coming…but hey) that it was really the nogitsune pretending to be stiles all along (and the very…gay…thing going on with him and scott), it’s literally like, the perfect episode. there was even a rain battle at the end i fucking love rainy scenes. PEAK television.

4.12 Smoke & Mirrors: my two favorite characters on the dumb werewolf show are derek hale & scott mccall and this episode is like a great big flashing sign that says “LOOK AT HOW AWESOME DEREK IS AND LOOK AT HOW AWESOME SCOTT IS!!!” because scott finally gets to KICK PETER’S ASS and comes back from something he shouldn’t be able to come back from because he’s SCOTT MCCALL, TRUE ALPHA, and how can we forget my son derek finally achieving the full shift and giving that big old “FUCK YOU” to kate argent. if that wasn’t enough, my third favorite character chris argent gets the second-closest he’s ever come to weeping in this entire series when confronting the sister he can’t kill at the end. also kate is in this episode and she’s the best villain i love her presence onscreen. also peak television.

1.12 Code-Breaker: i love s1 SO FUCKING MUCH bc it was so tightly plotted - it’s like back to the future and holes, it’s one of those things where every line serves a purpose and there’s no spare bits, and tw’s plot becomes such a mess later that it’s honestly really amazing. so code breaker is my favorite one because all the plot stuff comes together really well, and it’s just like well-done overall, there’s that sick backwards shot of allison, chris’s Angst when he realizes his sister is a serial killer, scott trying Really Really Hard and derek being Really Really Done (why don’t they have more scenes together…), stiles and peter cracking me up with the laptop password gag, like…there’s literally no part of this ep that isn’t a delight (also again kate is in it i love kate as a villain). it’s wonderful 10/10

3.14 More Bad Than Good: i had a real hard time with this one vs. the one immediately before it, the first one of 3B, but i love both bc i love watching scott stiles and allison absolutely losing their shit. in the end i like this one better bc 1. you get to watch them beat it and 2. they finally find and rescue malia and i FUCKING LOVE malia, my own daughter, also the scene where she reunites with her dad makes me misty every time. bonus content: watching araya hack off peter’s finger :D :D :D AND this is the first time derek gets to make heart-eyes at braeden. i’m so happy whenever he’s happy!!! 

6.05 Radio Silence: this episode is everything i love about 6A all wrapped up in a nice neat lil package. i love 6A bc it totally fucking surprised me by making me like things i did not think i’d like, the biggest being stiles/lydia. and like…this season fuckin SOLD me on it, the way she fights tooth and nail to get him back and the way he’s so patiently waited for her reminds me 2much of claire & ben from @cambionverse and the beginning of me being sold was this ep, when they had the wall between them, and when they finally talked on the radio. and this episode even made peter hale interesting for 30 entire seconds which i thought was impossible—it was cool that he did One Genuinely Selfless Thing by going through the portal to save malia, and later when malia and scott had to take his pain to get at stiles’ keys you could almost imagine for a second he got to pretend someone actually DID care about him, that’s his reward for doing a single selfless thing. it was also stellar to see stiles (and the jeep!!!) again and see him working the problem from the other side it was like getting real sam back after half a season of soulless sam in spn s6 DO NOT call me out for referencing this show

4.05 I.E.D.: go look at these gifsets and read the tags. now come back. …okay okay aside from, That, which i won’t repeat as to avoid two paragraphs of capslock, derek also smiles in this episode. even scott is alarmed by it. HE’S HAPPY i’m happy he’s happy!!!!! i’m happy he loves scott!! i’m happy he spends half the episode trading long lingering looks with his future boyfriend!!!! but if that wasn’t enough this episode KEEPS ON GIVING because at the very end the calaveras show up and bully chris into saying the original code, and forgetting his daughter’s, which is deeply relevant to all my headcanons about the code lowkey being like indoctrination (watch that shit again it’s fucking wild…), and also it’s one of the only times in the series where he looks genuinely freaked out and i love watching his Turmoil™

6.10 Riders on the Storm: this is also everything i love about 6A in one ep, just like, less concentrated, bc there’s also the nazi werewolf (tho even PETER HALE getting judgy @ the nazi was truly a highlight). its got all the Big Damn Reunions, its got STYDIA, its got peter actually being slightly interesting, its got scott mccall: badass. its actually also got lydia martin: badass, which like…About Damn Time. it’s even got chris argent: badass, and it’s also got chris argent: badass smooching on a beautiful lady w/ his hands in her hair!!!! (her: that was so hot! me: GIRL ME TOO) also they thought this was the last stiles ep ever so his goodbyes to everyone were like really sweet & made me emo af

3.22 De-Void: so obviously i love this one because derek’s line when he was under thrall about “you’re NOT my ally you’re a HUNTER” got me into the dumb rarepair i wrote like 60k for so far but also i do genuinely deeply love the sequence where they exorcise the notgitsune from inside stiles’ head—lydia facing her fears in the ruined prom dress is such amazing imagery + im gay for the scott/stiles reunion. bonus content includes chris & allison interaction which breaks my heart (he’s so proud of her!!) and the tense kickass scene in the loft in the opening where the notgitsune (SCARY MOTHERFUCKER) is trying to goad chris into shooting it. i don’t love ALL of this ep bc it has so much thumb twins (& from here down there are no more perfect ones…sad) but i love MOST of it and the parts i do love are fantastic. so. i’ll deal w/ thumb twins

3.06 Motel California: look i know this episode should disturb the fuck out of me bc 1. derek and jennifer bang & in my eyes that isn’t a consensual encounter and 2. all the creepy ass suicides but like…honestly there is something so soothing about motels to me, i’ll put this one on to just chill out anyday. like it is delightfully creepy and i love all the meat to everyone getting hit with their baggage (uh…except the thumb twins), but mostly it’s the #mood i love. i actually even like the derek scenes before the sex starts because he is So Wounded and So Sad (“everyone around me gets hurt” BYE) and they rarely let him actually emote at all so it’s very refreshing

2.03 Ice Pick: this was like…such a perfect & amazing introduction to the new betas like if the new ppl in s4 and beyond had gotten this kind of good introduction (and hadn’t been killed off so quickly…) i would love them about 10x more. it’s got that nice s2 vibe that most ppl are into and i still love erica & boyd w/ all my heart!!! (DONT really love how creepy derek was w/ erica but we’ll blame it on being the alpha.) i also love how fucked up the scene with allison tied to the chair was & the fucking fight between derek’s pack and scott at the end…like scott gets to win a 2-on-1 fight and then derek gets to be mr. cool alpha dude and kick his ass. i LOVE THOSE FIGHT SCENES and bc of this episode “iron” is my derek theme song. so.

HONORABLE MENTIONS aka these were on the original list but didn’t make the cut:

1.11 Formality (aaalllll of derek’s ugly backstory this was when i knew i loved him)

2.10 Fury (the first ep i ever watched live, will always be fond of it for that reason even tho i don’t give 2 shits about matt)

2.11 Battlefield (the theme of doing things bc of the power of love will always get me, it was also the only teen wolf episode i ever made gifs of, back when i knew how to make gifs)

3.12 Lunar Ellipse (for scott becoming a true alpha for REAL + derek’s big ol’ well-deserved fuck-you to jennifer, i didn’t love 3A but this was such prime derek & scott material)

3.13 Anchors (like i said: watching stiles, scott, and allison all COMPLETELY lose their shit, also did you know the anchor allison chose in this ep ws her new code? Interesting)

3.24 The Divine Move (listen...you can laugh at the cheesy sfx ALL you want but when i watched kate argent come back from the dead to menace derek hale like his own worst nightmare come to life LIVE with mine own two eyes i jumped out of my seat and YELLED like everything about that moment was absolutely PERFECT and very few things are ever gonna top it)

4.08 Time of Death (derek learning to use a gun and then getting it on with braeden…bye)

4.11 A Promise to the Dead (not only chris unsticking himself from the wall for allison and scott’s sake but also derek and braeden walking around his loft half-naked in the rain...nice)

5.05 A Novel Approach (the stiles and donovan altercation…the first 15m where he acts with his face without saying a word…enough said)

5.18 The Maid of Gévaudan (i'm bitter about the flashback because i want ALLISON but it was a nice origin story + scott fighting the beast all on his own to save that library full of kids was one of the only truly amazing moments of 5B)

6.08 Blitzkrieg (the sheriff rebuilding stiles’ room and saying goodbye to claudia makes me really for real cry but there’s so much nazi bullshit that i couldn’t justify having the episode as a whole being one of my favs)

6.13 After Images (chris argent absolutely losing his shit the entire ep, fucking love it)

6.19 Broken Glass (derek hale's comeback and he got to spend all of his screentime with chris argent! i seriously considered poking this into the #10 spot but ultimately the sideplot i hated with malia and scott had so much more screentime i can't use it - i can't list an episode i'm always skipping parts of!)

[celestial-diana]

Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?

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The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott...since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn't see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn't here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please...then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn't think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don't take it a bad way, but when you're trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don't you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn't crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you're 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don't care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn't want to talk to me...I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott...I’m not ready to tell him. Okay...just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle...?”

“Baby-”

“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.

The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn't respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah...sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don't know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay...I won't tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don't forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn't burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you're not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren't his...which technically, in their eyes, you weren't. It hurt that he couldn't hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don't know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven't, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn't even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I'm dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I've fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn't fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I'm fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!" He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn't look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.

(Y/N) POV

You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn't find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah...i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don't know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles...what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn't know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn't give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn't say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can't do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can't be with someone I can't trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don't walk away. Don't fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn't hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry...please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn't say anything back.

“Scott...wake up...please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn't see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don't know what he s-”

“I don't give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don't talk to me Stiles...I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

[anomalagous]

lc’s ongoing long-ass list of what the fuck, teen wolf, and other sundry E606:Ghosted edition.

scott getting a little tiny bit snarly at the sheriff for not believing~~ in stiles gives me life

this old-ass map not only puts beacon hills on top of a real life place called scotty place which still makes me laugh, but also substantially more north and eastward than i originally estimated.

why the fuck didnt naziwolf just get the fuck outta bh?

why did he choose to stay and teach high school of all things?

california requires an 18 month accreditation course and a certain GPA of teachers who do not have an education degree, i know this from direct experience. its been three months since naziwolf busted out of his bacta tank, so what the fuck

if he forged his credentials, how

when

when did he actually learn all of the post WW2 physics and electromagnetics things he clearly genuinely knows and has a genuine interest in?

did the dread doctors read him bedtime stories from their science journals?

if so, what the fuck

i guess if youre an alpha werewolf you can sleep in the backseat with no seatbelt and its not a big deal if you crash

good job on malia being the driver and not crashing them im proud of her

reading the date of the canaan abduction in the standard american way it was april 8th, 1987, which cant be a coincidence given that’s stiles birthday (albeit pre-stiles)

if canaan has been abandoned for 30 years, who has been cutting these obviously not overgrown lawns and trimming these obviously not overgrown accent shubberies

why isnt that flag beat up or torn in any way?

kudos on giving that convertible the old 80s style california plates but why arent any of the windows on any of the cars busted out? no flat tires? no rust or missing doors?

also that shot of the ‘town’ where there was more substantial damage looked fake as hell and the crosswalk was proceeding at the wrong angle and i cant unsee it.

why is there still power running to these street lamps?

for that matter who has their street lamps scheduled to turn on in the middle of the day?

was that block party banner over the street lettered on both sides? it reads properly no matter what side youre looking at, which seems weird.

why is there blood on the carousel? was that explained? we’ve never seen the ghost riders’ gun draw blood that i can recall

im not even sure we’ve really seen their whips draw blood per se and certainly it wouldn’t have caused that kind of blood stain

also why is the blood still wet and red 30 years later? why wasn’t that newspaper rotted out? either time impacted this town to make it shitty as hell or it didn’t, pick one, you cannot have both. it still rains enough in california to totally disintegrate a newspaper in thirty years.

how the fuck did that carousel function even that tiny bit after 30 years in the elements?

why did melissa have to sneak chris argent around, couldnt he have just declined the operation against medical advice?

also good to see scott got his utter inability to lie from his mom

even if malia isnt wearing 100% stiles’ void-hoodie how could the costume department have thought for a minute we wouldnt have thought that was the void hoodie?

malia having a hallucination of theo in the same episode he comes back in for real seemed both rushed and entirely unnecessary.

in fact these hallucinations seemed wholesale unnecessary and neither scott nor malia deserved that nonsense

were all of these dead leaves already on location or did some poor asshole have to ship them in and then ship them out again

come to think of it, at first i was really excited to see coral/eucalyptus trees as they are actually trees that are in california (as opposed to the type of oak the nemeton is, which is distinctly Not a type of tree in california) but then i realized those are Southern California Trees and if beacon hills (and canaan) are that far north and close to the oregon border, the trees should be way more pines and evergreens and not coral or eucalyptus or ... any deserty tree, really.

seriously were these hallucinations just to show malia can feel sad too?

malia was wearing really subtle gold eyeshadow earlier. now it’s dark shadowing up to her browbone. does being a werecoyote also mean being able to shift your makeup at will? cause thats cool

do little girls seriously still play with baby dolls while hitting their first strides of puberty? im beginning to think i was never actually a little girl.

how much younger than malia was kylie supposed to be? bc she looks like 12 here but malia was like... 10 when the desert wolf murdered her family, right? was SHE the younger sister??

teen wolf shamelessly reusing shots with new filters on them like never before. this ain’t even the fifth time i’ve caught them doing this, this season, and i’ve literally never seen them do it in any of the other seasons.

im not sure anybody told kylie’s actress she wasnt gonna get to make out with shelley

how do werecreatures get piercings? or were her ears pierced first before the change?

why does anyone let liam make any decisions, ever?

i do not get why everyone finds naziwolf so hot

seriously i have a little tree-bush exactly like this right outside my door/garage and that shit is wild and untamed in just a month of no trimming in 30 years it would not have that nice slender shape anymore

also trees being choked to death by kudzu or whatever all these vines are dont look that healthy

is there even kudzu in california??? ive never seen so many vines in all my 10 years of living here.

the first house scott goes in theres like no tv in the living room but there is one chair (with no dining table) all alone in the dining room area, which just looks sad.

oh sorry two chairs set up in what was clearly the worlds most melancholy staring contest.

my dentist used to have that exact sailboat wallpaper trim around the top of his exam rooms.

scotts bullying a door.

have melissa and chris argent actually told the pack about the head-biting yet bc i feel like they should know

i think more people have asked scott if he’s okay in this episode than in the last three seasons, which is sad bc it’s basically just lydia and malia that do it.

that one house has some brutal earthquake damage in its exterior wall.

poseys microexpressions are so woefully underrated, he really is brilliant.

i have more grey hair than jr bourne and that makes me really angry

i like that they’re doing alchemy with druidic compounds/hedgemagic/whatever you want to call it more than i could possibly express.

why is there a porch loveseat on the step up to this one house but that FLAG IS ENTIRELY INTACT?

how convenient that all three of them were looking at that window when lenore decided to fuck with the drapery.

that said scott’s resultant HOLY SHIT?!?? face is amazing

how has lenore been surviving in this town, does she not need water, electric, heat, groceries? where did the lemons for the lemonade come from?

all this wood paneling is the most 70s thing i have ever seen in my life

i appreciate the little cast iron redwood decoration with the ‘m’ on the bottom of it.

everything!! in!! this!! house!! is!! brown!!

that piano as a busted af bass key there.

i feel like i’ve seen that other metal flower/leaf decor before. the new version of the stilinski house, maybe?

lenore has an intimidatingly large smile and i feel like that as an intentional casting choice

how come malia and scott couldnt hear her heartbeat after scott explicitly called out that there were no heartbeats? or for that matter not hear that caleb also didn’t have one? (presumably.)

im not 100% sure but i think malia is holding scott’s hand when they enter the dining room area of lenore’s house, which is adorable so i accept no other reality now.

i honestly feel really bad for lenore.

i would say the fisheye lens is s6′s slo mo but the slo mo didnt go anywhere

i dont know if its supposed to be fancy or artisinal or whatever you called that in the 80s but dont put green shit in your lemonade, green shit does not belong in your lemonade. lemons. sugar. water. it isn’t hard.

malia like chugs a good half of her glass at once, but when she sets it back down it is more full than any of the other glasses. i prefer to think she just faked drinking it to try and gain lenore’s trust than it’s a continuity error from the props department.

when lenore starts using her banshee powers to shake the house, it also magically converts the lemonade into water.

lenore has a pair of decorative ducks on her wall but they appear to be two male mallard ducks, so. gay duck decor.

so when does lydia get to have telekinesis?

i dont think im a very big fan of how angela harvey handles scott.

malia did NOT make a fist like she was really committing to trying to punch out that window.

seriously scotts the alpha he doesnt need lydia to give him permission to do things scott thinks need to be done

that being said scott going into the basement with a creepy kid when youre obviously in some kind of horror movie trope was stupid

the cameras they used for the senior pack team were super blurry anytime anyone moved even the littlest bit, its so annoying.

scott barely being tall enough to reach this tiny-ass basement window is endearing to me

there is no way a vhs tape that wet would run. i remember vhs tapes. they were not sturdy.

i feel like we used to have the same VCR in my parents’ room tho

also what the hell camcorder did they record this on that put it straight on VCR, camcorders in the 80s had weird little small VCR tapes you had to put in a converter. that was just a standard VCR tape.

also why are there jumpcuts in the home video? did somebody cut the original footage and THEN put it on a standard VCR tape?  how much fucking work was THAT??

caleb goes from 0 to 100 on the creepy poltergeist scale real quick

well okay maybe from like 40 to 100

banshee duel yessssss

literally why would noshiko do this after she saw what happened with the nogitsune

not that i necessarily think theo is as dangerous as the nogitsune but he is well bad enough

look at this worthless white boy doing this shit against all the advice of the woc around him

why does the sword do this, i thought the power was in kira and not the sword

if the power is in the sword why couldnt noshiko fix her own damn blade

look at this other worthless white boy even more worthless than the first

that looks like melissa is putting like grout on chris’ injury that does not look comfortable

oh look hes screaming imma guess it was not in fact comfortable

gratuitous jr bourne fanservice

awwww theyre holding haaaaands again

how did this kid get on the stairs the last time we saw him he was by the tv, why did scott and malia let him herd him like this

i appreciate malia’s willingness to beat up a kid poltergeist immensely

of the pictures on caleb’s walls, many are pictures of insects. one is a blue crab. one says ‘guten’ on it, which somehow entertains me a lot.

this is the second time this episode has tried to make me scared of carousel horses

the vhs footage loops while no one is attending to it which is not how vhs tapes work

malia is such a treasure

that being said having nearly drowned twice in my childhood this whole drowning-on-dry-land conceit is not super great for me

screencapping this is so gross

i love lydia’s fierce banshee scream face

so the blood was on the carousel before the wild hunt attack, as we see in lydia’s vision. SO WHY IS IT THERE??

THERE ARE KIDS RIDING ON THIS CAROUSEL WHILE SOME OF THE HORSES ARE BLOODY

poor skateboard bro couldnt even take his skateboard like rude wild hunt

i feel like there’s a lot more ghost riders here than there are in beacon hills. maybe the ghost riders just come for particular towns and the ones in bh are actually like... cora isaac and danny.

its amazing how much younger a good foundation can maybe somebody look

did liam SERIOUSLY just tell theo he can kill whoever he wants? did i hear that right? bc that is a TERRIBLE thing to tell theo, who has ALREADY KILLED A LOT OF PEOPLE, even if what you meant was ‘dont kill us you need us’.

i cant believe we got this cheap knockoff as an excuse to not have kira and then they didnt even let him have the powers he needed to do the job

otoh watching his ass get blasted back into the tunnels was satisfying

literally nobody cares if youre okay theo you murderous fuck

i wonder how many times scott had someone steadying him telling HIM he has to breathe like hes doing for malia right here

i should really keep a tally of how many times scott does stiles’ lizard tongue thing while stiles is gone

this is gross of me to think while the character is basically drowning but hey now i know what scott looks like with his bottom lip all wet and covered in somewhat translucent stretchy goo--jizz. okay. it looks like jizz.

scott mccall nearly drowns on dry land after a lifetime of severe asthma and the first thing he does after is ask if malia is ok

luckily THIS time she asks if HES okay to but jeez

he looks so shocked and confused to be asked extra jeez

more scolia handholding, this time while fleeing danger

i was literally three in 1987 and i still have more grey hair than lenore who was demonstrably an adult in 1987 I AM VERY ANGRY

that being said i realized why caleb here’s clothing was bothering me so much. nobody had shorts that long in the 80s. everybody wore short as hell shorts in the 80s. it was thighs everywhere.

these stupid motherfuckers taking theo to scott’s HOME and putting him in scott’s SAFE SPACE without even WARNING HIM oh my GOD

those better not also be scott’s CLOTHES

ok but WHY are the wild hunt trapped? did they BRING the northern lights or is the northern lights related to what’s trapping them?

excuse me but WHEN did lydia see anything related to what happens to people after the wild hunt takes them and why didnt we get to see it too?

seriously its like if scott is thinking of stiles then lizard blep

im so mad at liam for bringing theo back and putting him in scotts house i cant even see straight

and i just know that this anger that scott is being allowed will be it

and in a week or two itll be working with theo like nothing ever happened

im honestly shocked he even got this much

he even got undercut there by malias (also justified) rage

cool that the morrigan got a namedrop but i dont trust them with that story eitherrrrr

man let me tell you if this was martin and not scott and somehow he had been murdered and resurrected and was then confronted with his murderer in his pack house that murderer would not fucking leave alive

im still kind of mad that this season brought claudia back to life just to make her so sketch and make me kind of hate her, i didnt want to hate her

oh okay its a different weird leaf decor piece than the other one

oh yeah noah OKAY NOW youre starting to believe BUDDY you have faith issues