#flip!scott mccall

[jjtheresidentbaby]

McCall Pack Classification Headcanons

characters featured: Alison, Lydia, Kira, Stiles, Scott, Melissa [moodboards for each character included]

tagging @bebbie-bilinski cause they let me ramble about my teen wolf agere brainrot ♡

find the hale pack here & puppy pack here

Alison Argent : caregiver — she’s very protective over any of the littles she watches, she’s also the mom type, always prepared with extra snacks or taking pictures of whatever the littles are doing!! She’s a great cuddler too, especially after a particularly hard night as she’s had her fair share of them and knows how to work through them. She’s not picky about who she watches or about what age range they fall into, it’s easy for Alison to adapt and learn as she goes so even watching the littles from the Hale pack isn’t an issue for her (though she favors Lydia & Scott over anyone) ♡

Lydia Martin : flip — she has a strong caregiver lean as she finds it easier and more comfortable to take care of someone else. She’ll babysit just about anyone that needs it but when it comes to her own regression she’s very secretive about it, only going to Alison or occasionally Scott if need be, and Peter that one time but he’s sworn to secrecy about it. She’s stays in the kiddo range but is pretty mellow, though she enjoys wearing overalls as she can stuff different trinkets (or pretty rocks) into the pockets. Alison and her have a close bond anyways but being able to indulge in her little side with Alison there to take care of her means something really special to Lydia so she’s always trying to show her gratitude to Argent ♡

Kira Yukimura : little — she’s the sweetest baby ever, staying in the toddler range but she can drop lower if something triggers her. She’s much more openly feminine when regressed, gravitating towards pretty pink dresses and hair clips that Lydia puts in for her. She can get energetic at times, wanting to run laps around the schools track in her light up shoes (per scott) or simply jump up and down with music playing. Her favorite caregivers are definitely Lydia & Scott and surprisingly Peter, neither of them are sure how that happened but if there’s a day where both packs do something together she’ll end up dragging Peter along to places ♡

Stiles Stilinski : flip — he has a little lean that’s strong but occasionally watching over the other littles can be nice for Stiles in a see things from the other side sort of way. Most times when he’s small Scott or Melissa are watching him, occasionally Derek but he’s pretty consumed with other thing (Malia & Isaac who are full time menaces) which he doesn’t mind at all! He likes to spend time outdoors when regressed, he’s in the lower age range so simply laying in the grass listening to Melissa read is a perfect day to him ♡

Scott McCall : flip — I’ve mentioned him being a little & a caregiver before so it’s kinda obvious im a flip Scott truther. His regression is used to de-stress or work through trauma a lot of the time but he only really shares that with select people. However he can be a ball of sunshine, he spends most time when regressed around others trying to care for the other littles to the best of his abilities as he’s a natural born protector, it might be clumsy and messy but it’s the thought that counts and he knows a caregiver will be there to help. And when he is acting as a caregiver it’s full on, doting on whoever the little is, doing whatever plans they want (within reason), he’s pretty lenient with the rules unless he thinks it’s something dangerous, this leads to Kira eating ice cream for dinner more than once before she’s dropped off at Lydia’s (which Scott definitely gets scolded about and does anyways) ♡

Melissa McCall : caregiver — it’s in her nature as it is in her sons, she works as a nurse so the chaos that might arise is really no problem for her to handle! Not to mention how she absolutely melts anytime one of the littles comes to talk to her or hands her a drawing they made for her, she’s the pack mom through and through! She’s happy to watch whoever needs it, and she lets the littles get away with quite a lot, she doesn’t mind a mess but unlike her son, she limits their sugar level before bed and tends to stick to tricks she used when Scott was growing up. She also keeps the spare bedroom equipped for if a little needs quiet time as they’re overstimulated or simply tired (see middle pic). And she makes sure to include the Hale pack in things too, having them over for dinners, all of them going on beach days together, she loves having people around and being able to talk to other caregivers ♡

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Heyyy I know I did this question for Isaac but I also want to do it for Scott lol 😂 so what are your thoughts on what is Scott’s favourite plushie is? :D

Ooo oki right!!!

He has this blanket/teddy which he got as a baby from Melissa and Rafael. I think this is the only teddy that he wouldn't share with another Regressor. It just means too much to him.

He has a few teddies like this!!! They all came from the Aquarium and he loves getting new ones each time he goes!!! 🥹 (He's making an army 😂)

[kitkatwinchester]

LET'S F*CKING GOOOOOOO!!!

"If you lied and it gets people hurt, I'll be back to take away more than your pain."

LET'S F*CKING GO SCOTT!! THAT'S OUR BAD*SS TRUE ALPHA RIGHT THERE!!!! WE LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!!!

Okay so first of all:

I officially do not blame Deucalion for anything. I honestly just feel so bad for him. He really did just want to try to come to some sort of peaceful resolution, and he 100% did NOT deserve that. And technically! His first kill of one of his Betas was sort of self-defense, so, like, even THAT wasn't originally devious. He just kind of....lost his mind, after everything.

Obviously we still need to stop him, and...kill him if we absolutely have to, but none of this is really his fault, because it's still F*CKING GERARD ARGENT'S!

BECAUSE F*CK YOU, GERARD!!

I also officially (not that I really did to begin with, tbh) don't blame Derek for anything. I mean, I've always felt bad for him, honestly. Like, obviously I was creeped out by and mad at him in the first season, but he grew on me really quickly, because he's Derek and he's really not a terrible guy. And to have to do what he did (which, by the way, the way that a werewolf's eye color does change to blue is such a cool thing (and Talia being literally the best mom—“different, but still beautiful, just like the rest of you"), is so freaking fascinating and I love it) is so unfair and super messed up and I BLAME F*CKING PETER!!

Because F*CK YOU PETER!!!

F*CK BOTH OF OUR F*CKING HORRIBLE UNRELIABLE F*CKING NARRATORS I HATE YOU BOTH!!

...okay, I don't hate Peter as much as I hate Gerard. I take that back. But I definitely don't TRUST him, and I'm glad Stiles doesn't either.

I'm also so glad that Scott doesn't trust Gerard as far as he can throw him (and he's a werewolf, so he can CHUCK that man if he wanted to), because he shouldn't, because he's a F*CKING PSYCHOPATHIC MANIPULATIVE *SSHOLE AND GOD I WISH HE WERE DEAD!!

...anyways.

I said it before, but I will say it again. I LOVE how that episode was done. The flashbacks transitioned into each other and back into the present so smoothly, but you were still easily able to tell which side of the story was being told. The parallels between the various storytelling was AWESOME. Peter and Gerard both telling their own versions of the Scorpion story in relation to their respective pasts, Peter and Gerard both being unreliable narrators and lying about the details and who was really at fault while we as the audience got to see what really happened, and Scott and Stiles listening to every word, but never fully trusting it for a second, because they're both too smart to take either of those individual's words at face value.

I am so here for it, and I absolutely LOVED watching that episode play out.

More than anything, I cannot WAIT to see how all of this new information plays into our ability to take on Deucalion and the Darach, because once our whole group comes together again, it's gonna be a wild ride.

Meanwhile, I'll attach a bad*ss Scott McCall gif because we LOVE this man and I almost want whatever plan they come up with to go wrong just so I can watch Scott go back and murder Gerard’s *ss, because he soooooo deserves it, and we all know that those eyes would stay perfectly yellow (or, in this case, red, I suppose) because Gerard is faaaar from innocent.

Anyways I loved that episode. <3

[russolaw]

@whoswearingthetrousers

Because of Scott's ever expanding musical taste, he often found himself at the record store, flipping through the bins. He usually ended up the only customer, which was fine by him. It was peaceful. No one around to snatch him, throw him in a car, beat him up.

"Browsing, doll?"

Scott found a short man standing next to him, fluffy brown hair down to his shoulders one hand shoved in a pocket of a yellow suit jacket that was a size too big, the other resting atop the line of records.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess."

"Well, I don't wanna keep you. You keep browsing the records, while I browse you."

He was kind of cute, which was the only reason Scott didn't walk out of the record shop. The guy's gazd dragged down to Scott's chest, and self-consciously crossed his arms. Not that he was wearing anything revealing, but the T shirt was a bit tight.

Taking the hand out of his pocket, the guy held a business card out, held between two fingers. Raising a brow, Scott took it and examined it. "Frank. Right." It said he worked at a real estate agency. In California. What was he doing in New York? Vacation? Did Scott even care? He really just wanted a record...

"You got a name, hot stuff?" Frank asked, biting his lower lip and looking Scott up and down.

Pocketing the card, Scott sighed. "Scott. McCall." Out of ingrained politeness, he held his hand out. Frank grabbed it with surprising gentleness and kissed the back. "Pretty name for a pretty guy like you."

Scott slipped his hand out, wiped Frank's saliva off on his jeans. "Uhm. Thanks. You're uh... cute too, I guess." No way this shit worked on people.

Frank's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "I... th-thank y- cute?" A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. But it wasn't hot in the store.

Scott smirked. "Yeah. Handsome, I'd say. You single?"

"Y-yes," he squeaked.

Yeah, no shit. No way this guy had gotten any in a bit. Maybe he never had. But he really was handsome. And Scott did appreciate the comments. Sort of. He walked closer, noticed the slight shake of Frank's body. "You wanna get some coffee 'cross the street and tell me what your doin' so far from Cali?"

Frank nodded, let Scott take his hand and lead him out the door.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Nothing To Chance

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none really just Teen Wolf nonsense lol

Genre: fluff

Summary: Who knew visiting your cousin in Beacon Hills would open you up to a whole world of supernatural chaos

***

"You know, I'm surprised this old bucket of bolts still works. When your dad told me you drove it to school every morning I almost couldn't believe him- but here it is." You hum. Stiles stops in his tracks, and for a moment Scott does too.

"Y/n?!" Stiles gapes at you.

"Yeah, you gonna just stand there catching flies in your mouth or give your cousin a hug?" You ask. Before Stiles can get to you though, Scott takes off into a full run towards you, lifting you into his arms and spinning in two full circles before putting you down again.

"What the hell just happened? Who are you?" You narrow your eyes at Scott suspiciously.

"Come on- it's me Scott." He chuckles.

"You're saying that and you have his face but the Scott McCall I know wouldn't have been able to pick me up like I weigh nothing and spin me around so what'd you do with him?" You place your hands on your hips. Stiles finally runs at you, nearly tackling you with the force of his hug.

"Dude you have no idea what kind of things we've seen. You're literally not going to believe me when I start telling you all the stuff that's happened in the last couple years, it's nuts." Stiles tells you.

"What'd you do? Start going to parties?" You ask.

"No. Well actually, we have been to a couple but no. Parties are the least of our worries man we're fighting evil, Scott's a werewolf-" Your hand comes up to stop Stiles from continuing his rant.

"What!?" You blink at him.

"Scott's a werewolf. That's why he could pick you up so easily." Stiles says entirely too casually for your liking.

"I would've settled for he's been in the gym lately. Werewolf?! That's what we're going with?"

"I told you you wouldn't believe the stuff we've seen." Stiles shrugs.

"I need some explanations." You frown.

"It all started when Stiles did what Stiles does best." Scott says.

"Stick his nose in something he has no business getting involved in?" You ask.

"Correct." Scott nods.

"Hey it was very important." Stiles protests.

"For the cops maybe!" Scott scoffs.

"The cops? What the hell did you two get into?" You blink at them.

"Well we were in the woods investigating... something and my dad caught me." Stiles says.

"But not Scott?"

"I took off. But trying to avoid Stilinski got me in a bit of a- situation. Something bit me." Scott says.

"Something?" You frown.

"Technically someone. Peter Hale." Scott says.

"Peter Hale?! I thought the Hales died in a fire." You frown.

"All but 2. Derek and Peter." Stiles says.

"Derek Hale is still alive?" You gasp.

"Yes, he disappeared after the fire but he came back a couple of years ago." He nods.

"And his uncle turned me into a werewolf. It started with small changes, better hearing, I didn't need my inhaler, I could- do flips and run fast and my reflexes were suddenly so much better. Derek tried to help, kind of. Peter wanted to use me for revenge. And now we're here." Scott shrugs.

"And now we're here." You hum. "I can't believe the Hales are werewolves. So what's this about evil you've been fighting?" You ask.

"The list is long and getting longer. Actually, you know what maybe you can weigh in on something for us." Stiles says.

"Stiles-" Scott warns.

"Sure, what is it?" You ask.

"There's a new guy in town, Theo Raeken." Stiles says.

"Theo Raeken- that name sounds so familiar." You frown.

"He lived here when we were younger, and we were all friends but after his sister died he and his parents moved outta town. So he's new but not new. You've met him for sure on one of your visits. So technically he's not new he just moved back." Scott tells you.

"Okay and is that a good thing or a bad thing?" You ask.

"Good." Scott says at the same time Stiles says,

"Bad."

"Don't start Stiles." Scott rolls his eyes.

"No no you think I'm a paranoid skeptic right? Well, Y/n has no preconceived notions here, she doesn't even remember him so she can be our neutral third party." Stiles says.

"I can see you two are on the same page about this that's great. Alright, Stiles what's your problem with this kid?" You ask.

"Some necessary background first, Scott's an alpha."

"Okay- I've read enough books to know what that means. That's like a pack leader. Yes?" You ask.

"Yes. Usually, you have to kill someone to become an alpha." Stiles nods.

"Scott did you-?"

"No!" Scott says.

"Scott's very anti-killing anyone ever. Even if they deserve it." Stiles shrugs.

"Stiles!"

"What?! I support your endeavors."

"So how did Scott become an alpha?" You ask.

"Apparently some people can become alphas by sheer force of will and that's what Scott did. He needed to protect the people so he made it happen. It means he's what they call a True Alpha." Stiles says.

"Okay?" You nod.

"See Theo says he came back because word's getting around that Scott's an alpha and he just had to come back to become part of Scott's pack but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. He doesn't seem like the same person we knew." Stiles says.

"Okay, so Theo's a werewolf?" You clarify.

"Yes." He nods.

"Okay great and I know we've established Scott was bitten right? Was Theo? Or are his parents also werewolves? Is that even possible? Can lycanthropy be genetic?"

"It is possible for it to be genetic, yes, the Hales are genetic werewolves, but Theo was bitten, so his parents are not werewolves to our knowledge." Scott says.

"And Theo's your age?"

"Correct." Stiles nods.

"So there's one detail I'm struggling with here." You say.

"What is it?" Scott asks.

"How did Theo get his parents to move him back to Beacon Hills?"

"What-" Stiles frowns.

"Theo's a kid. Parents only move for like 3 reasons, work, the wellbeing of their child, or extenuating family circumstances. I doubt he went up to his parents and said 'hey mom, hey dad, I'm a werewolf and there's a new alpha in our old home town so we have to move back there because I have to be where he is' so why did his parents move back to Beacon Hills? Because the story you're telling me makes it seem like it was his decision and that's not how that would work unless he's emancipated and came here alone." You say.

"Do I tell you have much I love you?" Stiles asks.

"Not since you were 12." You scoff.

"I will say it more often."

"You do not have to." You shake your head.

"Oh I do. Because you are a genius. Do you see what I mean Scott?! She's right, that's weird."

"I mean, maybe, but we don't know the circumstances. It might not be as suspicious as it sounds." Scott says.

"But it's weird! It sounds suspicious! He's weird!" Stiles says.

"Okay wait has he done anything worth being- hostile towards him?" You ask.

"Well I think-"

"No, Stiles it's a yes or no question has he done anything?" You ask.

"Not yet." He frowns.

"Well unfortunately a few discrepancies aren't enough to label him a supervillain, but someone should get to the bottom of the moving situation because those are some gaping holes."

"See?" Stiles huffs at Scott.

"If he's a bad guy he will eventually show his hand, just be ready for if it happens. And Scott, I know Stiles is- eccentric but you two have been friends for a long time. He's strange but his intuition is hardly ever wrong about these things so don't dismiss." You say.

"Thank you. I think?" Stiles says.

"Look we have bigger issues than Theo right now anyway." Scott sighs.

"What does that mean?" You frown.

"Chimeras." He tells you.

"I think I need a bit more information. Because I know what the word means, but to my knowledge chimeras are cats or dogs that have a mixed phenotype. Like a cat with the fur of a calico and an orange tabby." You say.

"Same concept- kind of. Someone's been making supernatural hybrids. Mixing the DNA of different ones and turning teenagers into mutants." Scott explains.

"Turning teenagers into mutants?" You blink.

"Yeah- we're not sure why but we know that's what they're doing." Stiles nods.

"And this is just the kind of shit that just goes on in this town?" You frown.

"Sometimes." Stiles shrugs.

"More often than not." Scott adds.

"Why did Beacon Hills get interesting after I stopped visiting every year?" You scoff. Your mom and stepdad used to insist on spending as much time with family as possible, especially after your stepdad's sister, Stiles' mom, died, so summers were spent here in Beacon Hills and winters were spent with your mom's family usually but it got harder to keep up with when you got to high school and started other things so you haven't been back here for a while.

"Well, you're back now! And right in the middle of some chaos." Stiles says.

"Are you staying with Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski while you're here?" Scott asks.

"I always do." You shrug.

You spend the afternoon with Scott and Stiles, learning so much about the way they navigate the discord that seems to now be stereotypical for Beacon Hills. The next couple of weeks are honestly wilder than you could've expected, even with Stiles and Scott's occasional storytimes about the last few years.

"Okay, so we have to go to Eichen. You wanna come with?" Stiles asks and you wish this wasn't a phone call so he could see just how confused you are.

"Eichen as in the psychiatric hospital with questionable at best practices?" You ask.

"Yeaaahhh we'd avoid it if we could but- some shit's going down and honestly we could use your help."

"What do you mean by 'some shit's going down'? I mean- sure I'll help but I need more details."

"Lydia's trapped at Eichen house and we need to rescue her."

"I'm guessing you have a plan?" You ask.

"We- do. Get ready I'll be at the house in like 5 minutes."

"Okay?" You frown. Stiles hangs up before you can ask another question so you throw on a jacket and your sneakers just before Stiles honks outside. The explanation of their plan is very much insane and as you walk through the halls of Eichen with Stiles and the infamous Theo, who he can't stand, all you can think about is how absolutely unbelievable this all is. Even when Theo kicks down a huge ass door and Stiles rushes towards Lydia. You watch him fuss over her as they have a hushed conversation that you pointedly try not to eavesdrop on. Until of course, because nothing normal happens in this town, a shirtless man covered in soot? Or ash? Or dirt? It's hard to tell in these tunnels, but he rounds the corner with glowing orange eyes and beelines it to Lydia and Stiles.

"Stiles!" You shout but the dust-covered man shoves him away too quickly and wraps himself around Lydia, erupting into flames as she screams into his chest. "Woah- why is that man on fire!?" You stumble back as the man picks Lydia up and carries her out of the room.

"Don't worry, he's on our side." Stiles says as he dusts himself off and follows the man.

"That's great to know but that doesn't explain why he's emitting flames."

"He's a hellhound."

"I hate that you said that like that's normal. A hellhound?!"

"You know- at a later date, I'll just give you an appendix of every single creature we know of- allies and enemies because I realize waiting for things to come up organically makes for a lot of this." Stiles says.

"I can't believe y'all just know people that can spontaneously combust and that's all cool and chill." You say.

"It's actually quite the opposite of cool and chill." Theo snorts.

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.

The next few days are spent memorizing Stiles' appendix while trying to catch up on everything going on and help stop the most current evil which- you'll admit would be way easier if you weren't so far behind on the information but currently, the goal is read up on these awful things called dread doctors.

Today you've decided to do one totally normal easy thing. You'll take your uncle, the sheriff, lunch at his job. When you arrive at the sheriff's station you head straight to your uncle's office.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He frowns when you knock on the doorframe as you walk in.

"I brought you lunch. I wanted something normal to do." You say sitting down across from him as you set the lunchbox on his desk.

"Ah, adjusting well to the chaos of Beacon Hills?" He chuckles.

"You know I just don't get how you don't completely lose your mind knowing what Stiles gets up to. I know my mom would flip if she found out and I'm 21." You shake your head.

"Oh trust me I do but unfortunately Stiles and his friends have stopped a lot of devastation in this town- it would be foolish to pretend otherwise." He shrugs.

"Hey Sheriff, quick question about the- oh sorry, am I interrupting?" You turn your head at the sound of someone speaking behind you. It takes a moment to click but you gasp when you recognize who it is.

"You're the hellhound." You say.

"Excuse me?" The man blinks at you.

"We met at Eichen. Well that's not correct we didn't meet but I saw you at Eichen. You saved Lydia's life. You look very different dressed and not covered in soot, hellhound." You say.

"Jordan." He says, though your words seem to have caught him by surprise, his cheeks are starting to redden.

"Huh?"

"You called me hellhound. Which is- fine technically but my name is Jordan. Jordan Parrish."

"Oh. Well then it's nice to actually meet you, Jordan Parrish." You say smiling at him.

"Wait what were you doing at Eichen?"

"I'm Stiles's older cousin. I'm staying with the Stilinski's for a while and I guess that means being in the middle of all things Beacon Hills chaos." You shrug.

"In that case, I hope to see more of you."

"Ditto." You smile.

"Parrish. What did you need?" Your uncle goes full sheriff mode on his deputy.

"Uh- it can wait. You should- enjoy your lunch?" Jordan frowns in confusion at the lunchbox on the table.

"Get back to work deputy." John rolls his eyes. Jordan walks backwards out of the room, crashing into something on his way and making you giggle. "You stay away from my deputies y/n." Your uncle warns.

"Oh, but that one's so cute. Come on uncle John." You pout.

"No no no no no, even if he wasn't my employee you cannot date a hellhound you and I both know your mom would kill us all if I let you."

"Mom doesn't have to know he's a hellhound."

"Are you suggesting I lie to your mother?"

"Nooo I'm suggesting you turn a blind eye if I lie to her. Plus I'm an adult there's no guarantee she'll even meet him. What if it doesn't get that far?"

"You've already set your sights haven't you." He sighs.

"I mean kind of yeah. He's so cute! And you should've seen him rescue Lydia, uncle John it was- so cool!"

"Just- be careful. Jordan's a good employee and seems like a decent man but you never know."

You spend another half hour with your uncle before deciding you've disrupted enough of his day. On your way out you spot Jordan has his desk and make a detour.

"Hi deputy." You say leaning against the desk. Jordan glances up at you with wide eyes. After a moment he clears his throat and turns back to his computer seemingly to hide the pink creeping across his cheeks.

"Hi. You on your way out?" He asks.

"Yes, but before I go I just want to do one thing." You say grabbing a pen and sticky note from atop his desk. You quickly scribble your phone number on it and place it in front of him. "You want to see more of me. Make it happen. I don't like leaving things to chance." You say and before he can even respond you leave. Let's see if he takes the hint.

***

[momentofmemory]

What is your favorite thing about Scott McCall? 👀

My love for Scott McCall is immeasurable. I love his kindness. His tenacity. His smile. His hope. His despair. His tattoo. His honesty. His depression. His stubbornness. His love. His openness. His guilt. His empathy. His eyelashes.

I love that he tries so, so hard.

I will probably always be stuck on s5 Scott because I think Posey portrays his slow breakdown and depression so poignantly despite the script not giving him much to work with in 5B, and while it’s frustrating to see the show not delve into that, there’s soooo much to mine into. His depression & guilt complex are really important to me personally, and I love when people see and address it.

He’s also just. I know it’s a cliche to say he’s kind, but I love how he’s kind even when it’s so, so hard to be. How he has empathy and care even for people who have quite literally shot him minutes before. And I love his anger—the bursts of protection or the quietness of it; his contempt for those who refuse to change. Then on the flip side, the way he consistently shows people there’s a better way and the fruits that we see from that labor.

And I love how much Posey loved him. You can tell how much care he put into his character, and the way his acting skills grow each season.

He’s just. I love him. 🥰

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

day 3 of @theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2024: rarepair (b: theo and isaac, or as i like to call them, laeken!)

this one's pretty long at ~1.3k words! also apologies for the potentially incorrect french! i used google translate, but feel free to correct any mistakes in the replies :)

Suffice it to say that Theo and Isaac's first meeting got off to a rocky start.

"I don't like you." Isaac introduced.

Theo nodded and crossed his arms. "Good to know."

"Hm." Isaac spoke under his breath, "Va te faire enculer," Go fuck yourself.

"Viens ici et fais-le toi-même," Theo replied curtly. Come here and do it yourself.

Isaac narrowed his eyes. "Nice accent."

"You, too." Theo said, mirroring the expression.

Scott decided to cut in. "Okay! Glad to see we're all getting along here,"

Scott had gathered the entire Pack for a meeting in the McCalls' place—Theo included—since it was Isaac's first time back in Beacon Hills since he left. Theo assumed that Isaac had heard about him, since—well. It's not like anyone who didn't know anything about Theo would be radiating with rage at that moment, but maybe he was someone who'd make a stranger react like that.

It was the former. Theo was a hundred percent sure of this fact once they'd met for a second time, on a mission briefing for a raid.

Isaac nodded in Theo's direction. Theo took it as a signal to walk over.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

Isaac leaned in to whisper in his ear. (Unnecessary.) "You've got something on your shirt."

Theo looked down.

It was Isaac's hand flipping him off.

Theo pursed his lips and nodded. "Anything else?"

When he looked back up, Isaac had a smirk playing on his lips. "Listen, I don't usually wish hell on people—especially a friend's boyfriend—but I hope tonight goes badly for you."

"Thanks." Theo said, walking away. Again, it's not like he could exactly blame Isaac for having this grudge—in some other world, Theo would have one just like that, too—but it was starting to get a little irritating. (Which seemed to be the goal, but Theo wasn't about to let someone else under his skin. Especially not when they were about to raid another hunters' weapons cache.)

Well. It went sideways. (It usually does, in Theo's opinion, when Scott makes his ever-optimistic plans, but it's not like anyone outside of Liam ever wanted to hear it.)

They underestimated the numbers. Records hacked by Stiles (somehow, Theo didn't know, he hadn't seen the guy in months, and he felt like that was on purpose) said that there shouldn't be more than a dozen guards stationed at the warehouse at the time they decided to invade, but it was too late—and Theo and Isaac were trapped inside of it—by the time they noticed the fifty-strong swarm inside of it.

Isaac let out a swear as he pressed his back flat against the wall. They hadn't been spotted yet, but Theo remembered that there would be two cameras just around the corner, and had pulled Isaac backwards as he reminded him of this in a rushed whisper.

Why Scott decided to pair the two of them up, neither of them knew, but that was a question to be asked once they got out.

"Watch my back," Isaac whispered, pulling out his phone. (Theo noticed him triple-checking the ringer and volume.)

Theo did.

And he did it well.

Three hunters eventually lay unconscious at his feet, Theo making sure they were just out of view of the cameras before deciding to make his moves. The information Stiles supplied them with didn't specify whether or not the cameras moved, but Theo sat them up against the wall and next to each other just in case they did.

Isaac tucked his phone into his back pocket. "I got the escape route, but Scott says he trusts us enough to grab intel anyway."

Theo rolled his eyes and started ruffling through the hunters' things. All three of them passed by with handguns—one with a shotgun—and appropriate ammo. None had silencers, but if they could cause a diversion, it wouldn't matter anyway.

He had their things spread out on the floor in front of him when Isaac asked, "What's the plan?"

Theo picked up a handgun and checked its ammo. It clicked back into place when he confirmed that it held a full mag. "You a good shot?"

Theo, of course, was confident in his abilities. He shot a camera dead, and Isaac ran over to trigger the fire alarm underneath it. He had his own handgun, but said that he could only hit big targets, which was good enough, considering that any spot on a camera was vulnerable, anyway.

They were able to take out two more before the hunters started appearing.

Isaac shouted for Theo to cover him as he tossed the gun aside and basically dove straight into the crowd of them.

Theo begrudgingly shot the camera around the corner before joining him. They were leaving a digital trail, yes, but if the security room had already evacuated due to the fire alarm and if Stiles' first round of information was right—meaning they didn't have remote access to their CCTV logs—then it wouldn't really matter, and the only trail they'd leave behind would be a bunch of unconscious hunters. (Who would, hopefully, be too busy nursing concussions to remember what Theo and Isaac looked like.)

Thankfully, they were able to barricade themselves in the weapons storage room—it had another exit, from what Theo could see, but Isaac decided to look around and check for any intel the hunters could've left behind.

Theo, in the meantime, checked for any spare security systems. He'd taken out as many cameras as he could see as soon as they'd entered, but that didn't account for any possible mics or motion sensors; he'd just have to hope that the hunters weren't too sneaky.

Something behind him slid open, heavy and metallic screeching against a rail.

"Secret door," Isaac noted. "Classic."

Theo turned to see what was behind it—

—Right as he smelled blood, Isaac's cut-off yell following shortly after.

"Isaac!" He yelled, running over.

Isaac's hand was bleeding. Something had been shoved into it—might've been hidden spikes on the side of the sliding door? "Trap," He said.

Theo pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. "I got it. It's wolfsbane."

Isaac's breathing didn't steady as Theo pulled out a match and struck it against a strip of phosphorus. He tucked his wallet back into his pocket.

"This is gonna suck," Theo warned, holding it over Isaac's hand.

Isaac shoved it in Theo's direction. "Just do it."

Theo nodded and took his wrist, holding it steady. He didn't count down, just shoved the match into the wound as Isaac's shift resurfaced, making him let out a roar that rung in Theo's ears.

Later, Isaac and Theo are running out of the warehouse with duffle bags of stolen tech, weapons, and intel—and a single surveillance camera for shits and giggles—when Isaac asks, "Would you come to my funeral?"

It catches Theo off-guard, but he counters with, "I don't know, are you inviting me?"

Isaac shrugs. "You covered me a bunch today, and as long as you don't cause it, I wouldn't mind you being there."

Theo decides to count his blessings and doesn't bring up all the reasons Isaac shouldn't want him there. "Yeah, sure, if Stiles doesn't kill me first."

"You think he'd do that?" Isaac asks, humorously.

"It's probably his last wish," Theo points out.

Isaac laughs as Theo unlocks his pickup truck, which has thankfully stayed untouched from how they left it earlier that evening. They haul the duffle bags into the truck bed and climb in.

But, yeah. Isaac's alright, Theo thinks.

[christinesficrecs]

yo chris! hi its me again, always gotta say what an amazing job you do for this fandom!! 10 outta 10 babe!! ok so onto my ask got any long bad friend scott fics where anyone other than scott is stiles best friend?? much loveee <3

Hey! ❤️ Here are a few. Some long and some not so much.

Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter | 116.2K

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 65.6K | Explicit

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 66.2K

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemories | 150.7K | Mature

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Blindsided by AClosedFicIsNeverRead | 39.6K | Explicit

Derek exhaled tremulously and tried to stay calm. He called several more times, growing steadily more frantic each time, before allowing the truth to settle in: Stiles’ phone was off. “No. No, no, no, please, no,” Derek whispered to himself, barely able to see the screen through his tearful eyes. What had he done? Had he been so blinded by rage that he dismissed Stiles' call for help?

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 36.3K

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade) | 106.6K | Explicit

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 196.1K | Explicit

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

[takaraphoenix]

You said I only sent four not five and although it was a typo I figured I would. I've been collecting more pool noodles recently, and although you said nkt romantic, I still want these two so 22 and Stiles and Jackson. I feel like those two prompts will work for them.

Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Feels, fluff, hurt/comfort

Main Pairing: Jackson/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Scott McCall

@writersmonth Prompts: beast + motel

Summary: The team is staying in a motel during an away-game and Scott is using his puppy-dog eyes on Stiles to get out of rooming with his co-captain. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. And damn the motel for having run out of rooms with two beds. And damn Jackson for being so attractive.

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Away Game

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

"Sti—iles. We're best friends. Brothers, really. Right?"

Stiles didn't look up from the bestiary he was reading on his phone. "Absolutely, Scotty boy."

"And you love me, right?"

Stiles marked a passage on shifters changing their shift form. "Sure do, bud."

"And you would do anything for me. Right?"

Slowly, Stiles lowered his phone. "...I am starting to feel like I won't like where this is headed."

Lowering his phone proved to be a mistake, because Scott next to him was aiming the most convincing puppy-dog eyes at him. Urgh. They made it so hard to deny Scott, so Stiles was already bracing himself for whatever unpleasant thing he was going to agree to.

"I can't room with Jackson," Scott whined. "Coach assigned us the shared room since we're co-captains but I can't sleep in the same room as Jackson for two nights, please. Please switch rooms with me, Stiles. Please? You love me."

"I don't love you enough to share a room with Jackson for two nights, Scotty."

Another whine from Scott and the puppy-dog eyes intensified. Snickering from the row in front of him made Stiles kick the seat. The two werewolves in front of them turned with broad, teasing grins on their lips. Stiles first glared at Boyd and then at Isaac. Damn these oversized puppies.

"Sorry, it's just really fucking funny how much you two argue, considering you're pack now."

Scott grumbled and crossed his arms, sinking lower in his seat at Isaac's comment. All Stiles did was heave a sigh. To him, it made perfect sense. They were like siblings, in that regard. Not the same flavor as Stiles and Scott, the kind that loved each other. But the kind that competed to be the favorite kid, the better of the brothers. After Scott and Stiles had joined the Hale Pack to take down the kanima, they'd worked with Derek and the betas to come up with a plan and they had taken down Gerard together, Scott poisoning Gerard with mountain ash and telling Derek about how Gerard wanted the bite to cure his cancer, leading to Derek biting Gerard. And then Jackson's curse got broken and the giant lizard turned into a beta wolf, changing from one beast to another, also joining the pack. Jackson, who always wanted to be the best and the favorite, only edged on even more with Scott now, since Scott had been – more or less – the first beta and had, at this point, earned his spot as Derek's right hand.

So now Stiles was stuck in a pack of three obnoxious assholes (Boyd, Erica and Isaac. And Stiles was saying 'obnoxious assholes' affectionately at this point), a growly-but-improving Alpha, his best friend in the whole world, and Jackson. Another sigh escaped Stiles.

"I hate you," Stiles said in a flat voice. "I hate you so much."

Scott's face lit up and he hugged Stiles tightly. "Thank you! You're the best."

Boyd chuckled and side-eyed Stiles, causing Stiles to flip him off. So the two had become good friends, really good friends, after their little 'bonding exercise' in the Argent basement but he was absolutely not taking any of the werewolves' shit.

/break\

Jackson stalked into his bedroom, jaw set. Danny was walking next to him, grinning delighted because he could be an absolute asshole if he wanted to be. And Jackson being stuck with McCall for an entire weekend? Danny thought that was hilarious and he opted to go and see how Jackson would settle in. Only that when Jackson opened the door, the person sitting on the only bed in the room was not McCall. It was the only option worse than McCall.

"Stilinski," Jackson growled. "I know you and McCall are attached by the hip, but I am absolutely not sharing a room with both of you. Get out."

"Yeah, you're not," Stiles collapsed backward on the bed, stretching out, his shirt riling up enough to show a pale sliver of skin and his hip bone. "You only share with me."

Jackson was staring transfixed at Stiles' hipbone. Growling. He knew his eyes were flashing blue and he hoped he could cover the arousal with anger. Stiles flipped him off, so he bought it.

"I thought you're sharing a room with Greenberg," Danny noted confused.

"Ye—ep, so did I," Stiles heaved a long-suffering sigh. "And then Scott used the puppy eyes of doom against me and here I am. Jackson's new roommate. Congratulations, Whittemore. You get to enjoy all of this all weekend, lucky you."

He motioned at himself, voice dripping with sarcasm. Jackson ground his teeth together. The motherfucker really didn't know how damn tempting he was. All long limbs, pale skin that begged to be marked up, and that mouth, Jackson had multiple good ideas for that mouth. Danny snorted out a laugh and rested a heavy hand on Jackson's shoulder, patting it.

"Don't worry, Jackson is not a blanket hog, but he does like to cuddle so don't be surprised if you wake up with him spooning you, Stiles," Danny winked.

No mercy. Best friends for so many years and yet Danny had no mercy with him. Jackson glared at him in betrayal. Danny was the only person who knew of Jackson's unfortunate obsession with Stiles. It had started after Jackson became a werewolf. It was like his wolf was drawn to the annoying little shit. Feeling calmer, more at ease when Stiles was around. Stiles had helped him so much in settling in, teaching him control – something he'd done for Derek's other betas too, apparently (after he had learned that Derek's method was medieval torture devices). So it wasn't special, he shouldn't feel special for it. But his wolf latched onto that, feeling cared for. Same with the food, Stiles tended to cook for the pack during pack-nights, because he loved cooking and the wolves could eat a lot. Again, nothing special, the food was for the entire pack. And yet still.

"Have fu—un," Danny chimed, shoving Jackson into the bedroom fully.

"Where the fuck is the other bed," Jackson asked as soon as he slammed the door shut.

"Evidently not in the room," Stiles pointed out, still staring at the ceiling. "Motel's booked. They ran out of two bed bedrooms, so six lucky plays get to cuddle up with each other and we are two of the winning pairs, Jackson. I don't snore, if that helps."

Jackson growled again, really struggling with his wolf who was purring and whining and just wanted to crawl into that bed and curl together around Stiles. This was going to be a nightmare.

/break\

Stiles got back to the bedroom with his teeth brushed, wearing only his boxers and the Batman sleep shirt that Erica had bought him for his birthday. Jackson was already laying on the bed, looking constipated. He'd looked that way ever since he walked into this room. Either he actually had constipation, or it really bothered him this much to share a room with Stiles. Which should not sting as much as it did. After all, Stiles knew he stood no chance with Jackson, even though he'd had a crush on the guy for pretty much as long as he had feelings for Lydia. Yeah, he liked gorgeous people who more or less didn't care for his existence. Nobody said he had good taste.

"If you could at least stop looking like this is physically hurting you. It's insulting."

Stiles jumped onto the bed, pushing Jackson aside enough to get some space too. Jackson glared. No insult though. Weird. Jackson's fingers were twitching at his side before he pulled his hand back. Ah. Oh. That was why he was so constipated. Stiles put on his most shit-eating grin.

"You can cuddle me, you know," Stiles offered, opening his arms.

"W… What," Jackson's voice actually cracked. "Why would you-"

"Whole pack of puppies," Stiles interrupted him, rolling his eyes. "Boyd, Erica and Isaac regularly break into my bedroom to get their scent-marking and Stiles time in. Scott anyway. You – or your wolf, anyway – want to cuddle the pack-human."

Jackson looked at him with a guarded expression and Stiles sighed. "I'm not going to make fun of you for this, Jackson. It's instincts. I've cuddled with Derek and the man looked so murderous throughout but after I smelt enough like his betas, his inner wolf was itching for it too. I'm pack. Being pack is about more than just… personalities mashing perfectly together. You don't have to like me to accept me as a pack-mate."

The look on Jackson's face softened but he still looked guarded, even as he slowly inched closer. Rolling his eyes, Stiles wrapped his arms around the other jock and pulled him close. A soft rumbling came from Jackson and hah, victory. Tehehe, another one for Stiles' puppy collection.

"I don't dislike you, Stilinski."

"Oka—ay?" Stiles furrowed his brows, looking at Jackson.

A blush lit up Jackson's face, which really brought out his freckles in a pretty way. Looking away, Stiles snuggled up more to Jackson. Hey, he was just a guy and if he got to cuddle with his crush, he was damn well going to enjoy it while it lasted. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, near possessive, making Stiles melt in his arms. This was good.

"I like you," Jackson pressed out, sounding like the words actually hurt him.

Stiles froze. "Like… as pack-mates? As friends? As…? No, wait, sorry, forget it. I'll take it."

"The last one," Jackson muttered, voice muffled by Stiles' neck.

"Friends?" Stiles repeated carefully.

"No," Jackson growled. "The one after that."

The one where he trailed off, the implied 'more than friends'. Oh. Oh. Stiles pushed himself off Jackson enough to stare at the other in surprise. There was too much unwanted vulnerability in Jackson's eyes to make this a prank or anything. Jackson liked liked him. Impulsively, Stiles leaned in and pressed his lips against Jackson's, his heart jackrabbiting.

"Against better judgment do I like you too," Stiles admitted after a moment. "I mean, when you're not being a total jerk, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face also helps."

He grinned cheekily at Jackson, who shoved him lightly. "Well, I can return that compliment. When you are not being a total shit, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face helps too."

Stiles flushed to the tips of his ears, ducking his head. Jackson smirked and then nuzzled into his neck. That felt good. That felt really nice. Stiles yawned, snuggling more into Jackson's warmth. This was so not what he had expected when switching rooms with Scotty, but now he may actually owe his best friend. Maybe a nice fruit-basket or something?

~*~ The End ~*~

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 5 - Time Of Death

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Scott had brought Lia to his house after she started to show signs of healing, instead of taking her to her house. After explaining to his mother why the girl was looking like a mess, she immediately checked on the healed wound despite knowing she had alreayd healed.

Lia had showered and changed to more comfortable clothes, which were Scott's, and after that she called her mother and told her she will be staying over at a friend for the night, and she will come back during the day the next day because she will have the day off tomorrow.

"So... Lia is staying over for the night?" she heard Stiles when she walked toward Scott's room. "Yeah," Scott answered.

"Why...?" Stiles asked. "Because, I don't want her to be dealing with what happened tonight alone," Scott said.

Stiles was sitting on the carpet, facing Scott. He tilted his head, frowning, "All right, I get that. But--"

"She's my Beta, all right?" Scott said, "She's my responsibility." Stiles pointed at him, "Are you sure it's only that?" he asked quietly. Scott frowned, "What do you mean?" he asked and pulled the bag of money from under his bed.

"Never mind," Stiles said with a sigh, and he nodded to the bag, "What's that?"

Lia decided to walk in when she heard the bag unzipped. Scott sensed her coming and looked up. "Hey," she said, and Stiles looked over.

"Lia! What's up? Feeling better?" Stiles asked. Lia nodded and when Scott nodded her to come in, she did. "Yeah," she answered, and sat down between them, "Is that the bag from last night?"

"Yeah," Scott said and looked at her, "I, uh... I lied." He opened the bag, showing her and Stiles the money inside, making their eyes grow wide.

"Oh... wow," Lia said softly. There was a moment of silent before Stiles spoke, "You counted it yet?"

"No," Scott answered. "We should probably count it," Stiles told them. Lia nodded slowly, "I guess so," she muttered. Scott and Stiles each took a side, letting the money spill onto the floor.

A cassette tape fell with it, and Lia picked it up with a frown, flipping it over.

It said, "Play Me".

Lia, Scott and Stiles looked at each other in confusion. "Do you have a radio to play it?" Lia asked Scott. "Uh, yeah, hold on," Scott said as he got up. He walked out of the room for a moment and then came back with a radio.

He sat down on his spot and put the tape in. The trio listen to a man's voice.

"After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a Darknet portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember, visual confirmation is always required for payment."

Stiles hit pause, looking at Scott, "Ever made a wire transfer?"

"Never had enough money," Scott answered. "Me either," Lia muttered. Stiles gave the girl a look and when she looked at him in confusion, he looked at Scott, "So you didn't understand a word of that either."

"I don't understand any of this," Scott said, "Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?"

"Someone wants you dead, dude," Stiles said, "Badly. And Lia, she may not be in that list, but the is another..." He looked at Lia, "You can be in the next one."

"Thanks," Lia muttered sarcastically while Scott gave him a look. He rolled his eyes and started to put the money away. Stiles looked at him, "Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

"It's late," Scott pointed out, "You and I got the PSATs in the morning."

"No, I meant the money," Stiles said, "$500,000. You know how much money that is?"

"It's $500,000," Lia said in a duh voice. Scott couldn't help but smirk lightly while Stiles pointed a finger at her, "Hey, shh." He looked at the Alpha, "It's half a million dollars. Scott. What are you going to do, just slide it under your mattress?"

"I have to talk to Derek," Scott said, "The money's his."

"You mean his and Peter's," Stiles corrected. "Who's Peter?" Lia asked when Scott opened his mouth. "Uh, Derek's uncle," he answered, and he looked at Stiles, "And what does that mean?"

"It means maybe we should proceed with caution," Stiles said. Scott frowned, "You don't think we should tell Derek?"

"No," the human said, getting up, "No. No, of course we have to tell him. I'm just… I'm just saying, some of that money's Peter's, right?"

"Yeah."

"Right," Stiles said, "Peter. Homicidal killer? Remember? You want to give $500,000 to him."

"So we should give Derek his money back, but not Peter?" Lia asked suddenly, "I don't think it's right..." Stiles gave her a look. "What?" she asked.

"No, you right about it," Scott told his Beta. "Oh come on, I didn't say that," Stiles said. Scott gave him a look, "Stiles, what are you saying?"

Lia could smell Malia's scent and looked to the door. "Malia is coming." Scott and Stiles looked surprised and exchanged a quick look before putting the bag under the bed.

The second they did, the door opened and Malia walked in, drenched from the rain. Scott and Stiles looked down at the new Beta. Scott raised his eyebrows, impressed with his Beta, while Stiles raised his eyebrows and nodded, clearly impressed as well.

"Not bad," he muttered. "We found Satomi's pack," Malia said, and the trio looked at her, "Derek and I. But they're dead."

Scott's eyes grew wide, "All of them?" Malia nodded, "All the ones we found." Stiles frowned, "Then where's Derek?"

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A few days later, Lia met up at the McCall's with Kira, Scott, and Stiles to review the plan to try and bait the benefactor. Lia, however, was not convinced that this was a good idea to go through with.

"Is three enough?" Kira questioned, meaning the three laptops they had ready as monitors. "Depends on how many cameras they have. But I think so," Stiles replied.

Lia was fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable and anxious with this whole idea, "Are we really doing this?"

"We're doing it," Scott said, "Tonight."

Lia looked at her pack members, "But, isn't it kind of dangerous?" She couldn't help but worry for her new pack. Especially Stiles who was the human of the pack. Lia knew he could hold his own but it felt like pack instinct to keep him safe.

"It's incredibly dangerous," Stiles said with a nod, clearly not trying to calm the Beta much, "And borderline idiotic."

"Have you guys done something like this before?" Lia asked as she looked at Stiles, hoping they had experience in this so the rest wouldn't be walking in completely blind.

"Something dangerous? Or something idiotic?"

Kira butted in when she noticed how Stiles' words weren't helping the Beta relax at all, "I think it's a yes to both."

"You don't have to be part of it if you don't want to," Scott told his Beta in a comforting manner, feeling bad that she was already being sucked into the drama.

"I'm not scared," Lia said. Stiles snorted to himself at her words before ruffling her hair teasingly, "Well then freshman, you're borderline idiotic."

Lia failed to hide the small smile that made its way onto her lips from Stiles' words. Stiles then turned to his best friend, "If we do this, we don't know what's coming for us. You know that, right?"

"How do we even know something's definitely coming?" Kira asked.

"Because the tape from Garrett's bag said visual confirmation required," Scott explained.

"Simon said the same thing," Stiles said, recalling the guy who tried to kill them during the junior testing day. "He couldn't get paid by The Benefactor until he had proof that you guys were dead."

"So the idea is..." Scott trailed off, "'What if you kill someone on the dead pool, but you can't send the proof?'"

"You don't get paid," Kira answered the rhetorical question.

Lia frowned, "But how does that get us any closer to whoever the Benefactor is?"

"He still needs to know if the target is really dead," Scott answered.

Stiles nodded at his friends' words before adding, "Especially if it's someone high on the list."

"So if they want visual confirmation..." Lia trailed off.

Scott nodded, "He's gonna have to come get it himself."

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Lia, Scott, Kira, and Kira's Mom Noshiko were all in Scott's room as they prepared for the procedure which would put Scott in an almost death-like state.

Lia, feeling like she was the only sane one there, was incredibly concerned about the backfire that this could have.

"Are you guys totally sure about this?" the blue-eyes beta had been pacing back and forth.

Kira glanced from her to Scott, "I think Lia's kind of nervous. Maybe you should tell her it's going to be alright," she advised Scott, knowing that he was the alpha and she would listen the most to him.

Scott looked over at the freshman who was extremely anxious, terrified even. He smiled at her softly as she stepped closer, "It's gonna be alright." However, Scott's words weren't able to fix everything. Lia looked over at Noshiko who was helping Kira learn how to use her powers.

"So, you've done this before, right?" Lia asked.

"I've seen it done" the older Kitsune corrected.

Lia frowned lightly, "Is that just as good?" she asked. The youngest in the room was holding onto her last shred of hope.

"No," Noshiko answered bluntly and honestly.

Kira gave her a look, "Mom, you're not inspiring confidence." The girl was already worried enough that she might mess this up, she needed her mother to have confidence in her and not upset Lia even further.

"Good. This is a terrible idea."

Lia couldn't help but panic more because of this, and Scott took her hand. "Do you want us to do it without you?" Kira snapped at her mother, and both of them stared down at each other.

Lia and Scott looked between them before glancing at each other.

"Put your hand over his heart," Noshiko said, giving in.

Before Kira did as told, Scott grabbed her arm to pause for a moment. "Hold on." He turned towards Noshiko, "What happens while I'm out? Am I gonna feel anything?"

"It might feel like you're dreaming," Noshiko answered.

"Good dreams or bad?" Scott asked.

"I suppose that depends on you," Noshiko told him.

Scott laid back down on the bed, and gently let go of Lia's hand. Noshiko nodded to Kira, who hesitated.

Kira took a steady breath before she put her hand above Scott's heart, making electricity crackle through his body, slowly shutting it down temporarily.

Scott gasped loudly, looking up in pain.

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Lia, Stiles, Kira and Noshiko surrounded Scott's semi-dead body, which was lying on the table in the hospital morgue. Melissa entered the morgue after giving a performance of a lifetime when breaking down after finding out her son was 'dead'.

"I still hate this plan," Melissa said as she wiped her tears away. "I mean this is pretty significantly terrifying. He looks dead."

"Give me your hand," Noshiko said softly. Melissa looked at Stiles and Lia, who nodded. Melissa held out her hand, and Noshiko took it and put it on her son's chest. "Wait for it."

Melissa sighed in relief when she sensed the faint heartbeat. "Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Enough for an alpha," Noshiko answered.

"How much time do we have?" Melissa asked.

"45 minutes."

She nodded, "What happens after that?"

"I bring him back the same way," Kira answered confidently, holding Lia's hand.

"No, I mean what happens if he stays like this longer than 45 minute?" Melissa asked, and the group of teens looked away awkwardly.

"No ones told her?" Noshiko asked.

"What?" Melissa asked, "What happens after 45 minutes?"

"He dies."

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Stiles, Kira, and Lia were in front of the three laptops as they spoke with Chris Argent over the phone in a room.

"I'm ready. Try it now."

Stiles turned the three on to see the cameras that Chris had placed all around the hospital were successfully on.

Lia smiled knowing that it was starting to go in a good direction for them.

***

Scott's Mind:

Scott woke up inside one of the body drawers. He looked behind him, seeing that the narrow square shaft seemed to go on forever. He crawled through the shaft drawer, and crawled out to find himself falling out of a locker and at the high school.

Scott got up and started walking down the hallway. "Catch," the famished voice of his Beta rang through his ears.

Scott immediately caught the lacrosse ball and saw Lia standing there in her lacrosse jersey. She smiled, "That's why you're team captain." She winked before walking down the hall and into a classroom. Scott followed in confusion, dropping the ball behind him.

Scott walked into the classroom, looking around, but he didn't see Lia.

There was a laptop open on the teacher's desk. On the screen, the Benefactor's code scrolled to a stop. The "Keyword" prompt flashed. Scott typed in his own name, hitting enter.

The list uncoded into a list of the assassins.

The Mute

The Orphans

The Chemist

Scott thought that the dream was telling him to take this list as his own dead pool. "I can't do that. I can't kill them."

Lia appeared next to him, "Someone has to."

Scott turned at her, "Why me?"

"Because you're the Alpha," Lia said.

"I'm not a murderer," Scott said.

"But you are a predator," Lia said.

Scott shook his head, "No, we're predators. But we don't have to." Lia looked at him curiously, tilting her head. "We don't have to."

Scott shook his head, starting to breathe heavily, slamming the computer closed. He heard gasping of pain behind him, and turned around quickly. Lia was on the floor, with the Mute standing above her with his tomahawk on Lia's back.

***

Reality:

Stiles, Lia and Kira were still watching the computer screens until one went completely out. "Is that supposed to look like that?" Lia asked, being the first one to notice the screen going out.

"No," Stiles muttered, "No, it's not."

"Where is that?" Kira asked.

"It's the roof," Stiles answered, "Someone's gonna have to check it out."

"I'll go," Kira told them, turning to leave.

"Whoa, whoa," Stiles said, making her turn back to him, "This might not just be a malfunction."

"That's why I'm bringing this," Kira said as she pulled out her Katana before starting to walk away.

"I'm coming with you," Lia immediately said.

Kira slowed down for a moment so Lia could catch up before the two girls started towards the roof, ignoring Stiles' protests, "Okay! And you're both coming right back immediately. Especially you Lia!" Stiles sighed to himself. "Kids."

***

Scott's Mind:

Once again, Scott woke up inside one of the body drawers. He crawled and fell right out of a locker, falling into the school. He got up and started walking again.

"Catch!"

Scott did so, but somehow this time he had his claws out. Scott looked at Lia.

"That's why you're the Alpha."

Scott then somehow was now in the locker room. He was leaning against the sinks, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Lia was standing behind him, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched him examining his fangs in the mirror. "There's something different, isn't there?"

"I've got more fangs," Scott said, "I noticed it during the quarantine. I don't know why."

"Maybe it's part of being an Alpha," Lia suggested, "Like you're becoming more of a werewolf."

"Or more of a monster," Scott muttered.

"What if it makes you stronger?" Lia suggested and smirked lightly, "What if I said it makes you sexier?" Scott smiled unconsciously. "It's like you're--"

But he heard a stab and turned around to see now the Mute killing Lia. "Evolving" It finished as Lia fell forward, but Scott rushed to catch her. He looked at the tomahawk in her back. He looked at the Mute, glaring.

The Mute placed a finger over where his mouth should have been.

***

Reality:

Kira and Lia made their way to the rooftop. They were looking around until one of the boxes exploded into electrical sparks, startling both girls. "Looks like someone did something to it," Lia said.

They heard behind them growling, and Kira turned first to see a Berserker.

"I think somebody did," Kira said and got out her Katana swiftly while Lia turned around to become face-to-face with the creature.

The Berserker growled as it approached them. Lia's face morphed into her werewolf one as she growled back. She flicked her claws out before roaring and charging at the creature to fight. The Berkserker blocked her moves, and then it gripped her by her throat, lifting her up, throwing her back several feet into the chain link fence, making her fall.

Kira tried to fight but was knocked out a few moments after. "Kira, Kira, get up!" Lia's shrieks finally pulled Kira out of the trance, and she helped the older girl get up to her feet.

The berserker was still standing, ready and eager to keep on fighting.

Lia groaned as she, once again, was thrown to the ground by the Berserker. "Lia, run! Get out of here!" Kira yelled as she tried to fight the Berserker by herself. But the Beta ignored her pack member pleas, getting right back up.

"Lia!" Kira warned. Lia roared, jumping on top of a fence that covered the box panel of the hospital, about to claw at the berserker.

***

Scott's Mind:

Scott, once again, woke up in one of the body drawers. He crawled and fell out, getting up again.

"Catch!"

Instead of the lacrosse ball, it was the tomahawk that he caught. He then looked down to see Lia on the ground, a wound in her chest.

"Why did you do that?" Lia whimpered.

"Let me help you. Let me show you how." The Mute's hand guided Scott to swing the tomahawk. And Scott did exactly that again and again.

***

Reality:

Stiles, Lia, Kira and Chris stood around Scott. Kira managed to wake Scott, who screamed as he opened his eyes. "Scott, hey!" Lia said as they looked at him in relief, while the Beta placed her hand on his arm.

"What happened?" Scott asked, "Did it work?"

They all exchanged a look; they failed to capture the Benefactor, whoever it may be. Instead, they had caught the attention of the werejaguar Kate Argent, Chris' sister. Kira's Mom had gotten injured. Nothing to come out a success from this plan.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

the whole bedroom headcanon prompt list for scott? 👀 idk whether to specify little,cg, or flip 😅 so do whatever feels natural for his character!

- @bebbie-bilinski

🌱Flip Scott Bedroom Headcanons 🌱 ➢ event masterlist

1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?

- it’s a queen size, at first it was a full but the more times he had someone he was watching fall asleep in his bed, or someone watching him fall asleep in his bed, eventually Melissa decided he needed an upgrade. his bed frame isn’t special or anything but it’s decently comfortable to lean against when needed

2. How many pillows do they sleep with? What’s the color of their pillows?

- he has four normal pillows with gray pillow cases that match his comforter, but he also has around six throw pillows. half the time they end up on the floor but he’ll throw them back into his bed in the morning before leaving for the day so they’ll be there when he comes home this does not mean his bed looks made at all

3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?

- he has his normal gray comforter that he sleeps with most night, but he keeps two throw blankets on the end of his bed and even more stored under it. he really has no preference on which he’ll use, it’s usually whatever one he grabs first when falling into bed as his bed is rarely made and if it is someone else did it

4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?

- he has a dresser that’s kind-of organized, the only definite thing is that he has a specific drawer for his little clothes/gear and then a different one for the littles he watches that has their gear/clothes in it. the drawers change frequently because Scott’s always having to go clothes shopping, they get destroyed in fights a lot, and then he has to rearrange everything to fit nicely

5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?

- he has a few light sources but most times he just keeps his curtains open and clicks on led strip lights that Melissa got him for Christmas one year. the fade setting where the colors switch slowly is Scott’s favorite when he’s regressed, he can get lost in staring up at his ceiling watching how they change from color to color. if he’s caring for someone he’ll let them decide what lights to use, whether it be the main light, his leds, some fairy lights, or just the light that comes in from the window, he just wants whoever he’s watching to be comfortable!

6. What colors are their bedroom walls?

- like in canon he has brown-ish yellow colored walls that haven’t changed since he was a kid

7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?

- he has a decent bedroom size, it’d be pretty big if you were to include the bathroom attached to it. Scott likes to rearrange his room a lot but the one thing that never changes is his bed being in front of his window. it was in the corner while he was a kid but eventually he moved it to be in front of his window and now it’s a comfort, he likes that he can always come to see it unmoved. the rest of his furniture doesn’t hold the same importance so Scott’s always switching around the order of things, he gets restless if everything is exactly the same after big events

8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?

- he has light brown wood floors like in canon!

9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?

- he has a lot of toys in theory, as in there’s a lot of them in his house and in his room, but most of them are for the other littles of the pack. Scott has his own toys of course but they’re very select and he’s very protective of them. he has a blue dog that Rafael gave him when he was very young, Scott honestly doesn’t remember when he got it but Melissa tells him that he’s loved it from the first second he saw it. he also has a few stuffed animals he’s collected from trips to the zoo/aquarium, he never gets anything too big as he wants the option to put them somewhere safe like under his bed if he’s ever regressed and scared that something will come after them

10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?

- there’s three rugs in his room, two maroon colored ones and one under his bed

11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?

- he’s got a million things up on his walls: shelves filled with random trinkets from trips he’s been on, random items he’s acquired from the pack, helmets for his bike, posters on his walls, pictures of him and the pack, pictures of Melissa & Rafael, pictures of his old dog Roxy, he takes a lot of pictures and loves to print them out and arrange them across his walls. there’s also little stars scattered across the walls, some of them are painted on and have been there since Scott was a baby and others are stickers that randomly got slapped on there. he has a beaded curtain hanging on his bathroom door that matches the stars, it was a gift from Kira and is very entertaining when Scott’s regressed or to any little that’s in his room

12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?

- he’s running around a lot to fight against the supernatural creatures in town and then school on top of it all so his bedroom is a place for relaxation. he does his homework downstairs and tries to limit the serious conversations he has in his room as he doesn’t like to be stressed in it. he really enjoys playing video games or drawing when he’s regressed and able to find some time to himself in his room

13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?

- technically speaking no, but he does have a lot of sleepovers that may or may not be planned. and eventually Isaac & Theo start living in the house too and they might fall asleep in Scott’s room at some point, Theo more than Isaac as Scott acts as one of Theo’s primary caregivers. when Scott’s regressed himself he’ll sometimes ask Kira, Stiles, or Allison to stay over just to have someone else there

[anewkindofme]

Here are a current list of fandoms I make content for and how I’ve classified characters thus far! If I haven’t included one, just ask and I’ll classify them for you. :) I’ll also include my OTPs that I may put together to be caregivers as well as NOTPs that I will not write for.

Twilight:

Caregivers: Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Charlie Swan & Rosalie Hale.

Flips: Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen & Jacob Black

Littles: Bella Swan, Emmett Cullen & Jasper Hale

Nuetrals: N/A

OTPs: Carlisle/Esme, Jasper/Alice & Rosalie/Emmett (as caregivers only)

NOTPs: Edward/Bella & Jacob/Bella

The Vampire Diaries Universe:

Caregivers: Damon Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Elijah Mikaelson, Matt Donovan, Enzo St. John, Keelin Mikaelson, Bonnie Bennett, Freya Mikaelson, Cami O’Donnell, Hayley Marshall & Hope Mikaelson

Flips: None

Neutrals: Alaric Saltzman, Mikael Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson, John Gilbert & Miranda Gilbert

Littles: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood, Kol Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, Marcel Gerard, Josie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Jenna Sommers & Davina Claire

OTPs: Damon/Enzo, Damon/Bonnie, Hayley/Elijah, Klaus/Caroline, Rebekah/Matt, Keelin/Freya, Damon/Bonnie/Enzo & Klaus/Cami

NOTPs: Damon/Elena, Damon/Katherine & Stefan/Katherine

I do ship Stefan/Elena, Kol/Davina, Hope/Josie & Jeremy/Bonnie, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

One Tree Hill:

Caregivers: Karen Roe, Keith Scott, Haley James Scott, Mouth McFadden, Quinn James, Chase Adams, Chris Keller & Clay Evans

Flips: Lucas Scott & Peyton Saywer

Neutrals: Dan Scott

Littles: Nathan Scott, Millie Huxtible, Brooke Davis & Alex Dupre

OTPs: Karen/Keith, Quinn/Clay, Peyton/Lucas (as caregivers) & Chris/Chase

NOTPs: Brooke/Lucas & Dan/Karen

I do ship Haley/Nathan, Brooke/Peyton & Mouth/Millie, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

Supernatural:

Caregivers: Dean Winchester & Castiel

Flips: N/A

Neutrals: John Winchester & Mary Winchester

Littles: Sam Winchester & Jack Kline

OTPs: Dean/Castiel

NOTPs: N/A

Teen Wolf:

Caregivers: Derek Hale, Noah Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent & Peter Hale

Flips: Scott McCall & Lydia Martin

Neutrals: N/A

Littles: Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinksi, Alison Argent & Liam Dunbar

OTPs: Noah/Melissa

NOTPs: N/A

I do ship Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Malia, Stiles/Lydia & Scott/Alison, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice:

Caregivers: Owen Hunt, Meredith Grey, Mark Sloan, Derek Shepherd, Addison Montgomery, Charlotte King, Arizona Robbins, Callie Torres, Atticus Lincoln & Sheldon Wallace

Flips: Amelia Shepherd

Neutrals: Cristina Yang & Izzie Stevens

Littles: Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, April Kepner, Jo Wilson, Andrew DeLuca, Lexi Grey & Dell Parker

OTPs: Meredith/Derek, Addison/Mark, Callie/Arizona & Charlotte/Amelia (as caregivers)

NOTPs: Owen Hunt/Anyone, Addison/Derek & Charlotte/Cooper

I do ship Mark/Lexi, April/Jackson, Alex/Jo & Andrew/Meredith, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

Once Upon A Time:

Caregivers: Snow White, Rumpelstiltskin, Belle French, Maleficent, Princess Anna, Prince Kristoff, Killian Jones (all versions), Henry Mills (S7 only), Ella Mills, Robin Hood, Queen Tiana, Ursula & Robin Hood-Mills/Margot

Flips: David Charming & Ruby Lucas

Nuetrals: Mother Gothel, Zelena Mills & Cora Mills

Littles: Emma Swan, Regina Mills, Alice Jones, Will Scarlet, Drizella Tremaine, Queen Elsa, Lily Page & Neal Cassidy/Baelfire

OTPs: Tiana/Killian, Snow/David (as caregivers), Belle/Rumpelstiltskin, Belle/Killian, Maleficent/Ursula, Henry/Ella, Snow/Ruby/David (as caregivers), Ruby/Belle (as caregivers) & Kristoff/Anna

NOTPs: Killian/Emma, Henry/Drizella, Killian/Gothel & Zelena/Anyone

I do ship Emma/Neal, Emma/Elsa, Emma/Lily, Belle/Will, Snow/Regina & Alice/Margot, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

Pretty Little Liars:

Caregivers: Emily Fields, Toby Cavanaugh, Caleb Rivers, Wayne Fields, Pam Fields, Mary Drake, Jason Dilaurentis & Maya St. Germain

Flips: Mona Vanderwaal, Alison Dilaurentis & Cece Drake

Neutrals: Veronica Hastings, Byron Montgomery, Peter Hastings, Ezra Fitz & Ella Montgomery.

Littles: Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Mike Montgomery, Alex Drake & Hanna Marin

OTPs: Wayne/Pam, Maya/Emily, Alison/Emily (as caregivers) & Caleb/Toby

NOTPs: Ezra/Aria

I do ship Spencer/Toby, Hanna/Caleb, Mona/Mike, Aria/Spencer & Aria/Jason, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

9-1-1 & 9-1-1 Lone Star:

Caregivers: Owen Strand, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Howie Han, Tommy Vega, Judson “Judd” Ryder, Eddie Dias & Paul Strickland

Flips: Carlos Reyes

Neutrals: N/A

Littles: TK Strand, Marjan Marwani, Evan “Buck” Buckley & Maddie Buckley

OTPs: Bobby/Athena & Hen/Tracie

NOTPs: N/A

I do also ship TK/Carlos, Howie/Maddie & Buck/Eddie, but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

Criminal Minds:

Caregivers: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Jason Gideon, Will LaMontagne & Emily Prentiss

Flips: Derek Morgan & Jennifer “JJ” Jereau

Neutrals: N/A

Littles: Spencer Reid & Penelope Garcia

OTPs: JJ/Hotch (as caregivers), Emily/Hotch and Will/JJ (as caregivers)

NOTPs: Penelope/Luke

I do ship Penelope/Derek but as I don’t write about romantic dynamics between Littles and Caregivers, they won’t be featured romantically.

[ladyluscinia]

Ok, so that's what I figure they'll remember they were planning at some point, but at the moment it's funny because Teen Wolf's writing is (affectionately) kinda terrible. And a big part of that is there is no real throughline for where Derek stands with the teens. They just kinda stop disliking each other in fits and starts as Derek stops being a compelling antagonist? And of course whenever Derek gets tapped as the adult to Look into the Camera and Say the Themes about the "True Alpha", which is sooo fucking dumb but I'm entertained. 🤣

I mean, Derek is firmly in the allied adult box with Chris Argent and Deacon. He's doing his own thing most of the time. Scott is, like, passingly aware of the whole losing wolf powers subplot through Season 4 but not actually concerned with it? And they play the locker room ambush of Liam as a very obvious mentor thing - the same way they played giving him Alpha advice when Derek was an Alpha.

The humor is in the fact they have not actually followed these guys becoming friends on-screen or even left space off-screen for it to happen (since Derek is regularly out of town during timeskips). Derek is just there. But apparently now he's down to loan out his apartment for date night I guess?

Derek's weird friendship with Scott is really funny this season. Are they in a pack together? Nope. But Scott creates a baby wolf and his first leadership decision is to outsource the crucial job of ominously lurking in the lacrosse locker room for ambushes to his good buddy Derek.

Now, Derek is apparently loaning out his loft (and... is that a sex mirror? Derek does not have enough sex for a sex mirror) so that Scott can redecorate and make out with his girlfriend.

[stereknation]

You're the Riddle of a Century by stayingputwouldbeablunder

Summary: “Okay,” Stiles says, drawing out the y. “Well, I’ve gotta go, Derek. Plenty more clueless individuals like yourself waiting to learn how to operate the majestic electronic device you hold in your hands.”

“I’m not holding it.” Derek doesn’t know why he does it but he waggles his fingers in front of the camera; the tablet is propped up against his legs. “See?”

Stiles rolls his eyes, smiling. “Goodbye, Derek. And thanks for calling Amazon today. Catch you on the flip side.”

“Bye, Stiles.”

Oh shit.

In which Stiles is a tech advisor for Amazon and Derek really loveshates his Kindle.

Rating: Mature 

Main Character(s): Derek Hale

Additional Character(s): Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes

Pairing(s): Stiles Stilinski/ Derek Hale, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes (background), Isaac Lahey/Lydia Martin (background), Scott McCall/ Allison Argent (minor/background)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Slow Build, more like, Slow Burn, painfully slow, Derek owns a bookstore, Families of Choice, Misunderstandings, Pining, Sexual Content, Hale Family Feels, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall

Words: 45,700

Chapters: 2/2

[taeswolfie]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

☽︎𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅☾︎

Ch.13 - Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.1k

"You really don't remember anything?" Y/n asked Lydia as she and Allison walked with her to the school doors.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days'. But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia paused in front of the doors and did a little pose making all three chuckle.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia turned on her heel and walked through the doors. Allison gave her back a blank look. Y/n smiled at her, giving her arm a pat before following Lydia, Allison followed a moment later. Lydia paused and the girls stood next to her to find everyone in the hall had stopped in their tracks to stare at them. Usually Allison would be stared at for being the new girl, Lydia for being pretty and popular, and Y/n for being kind of intimidating and a bit of an outsider. The way they were staring this time was different.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison spoke quietly to Lydia.

"What the hell are you all looking at?" Y/n yelled to the crowd and her forceful tone spurred everyone into moving on. She gave a smile to her friends. Lydia gave her a tiny nod before flicking some of her hair back and striding down the hall in her usual confident bravado. Y/n and Allison shared a smile and followed the strawberry blonde.

...

Later Y/n sat with Scott and Stiles at the field as they got ready for practice. Scott tells her what happened in the locker room. "It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was."

"Makes sense. A room full of sweaty boys and only one other werewolf? Even with heightened smell, it would be hard to pinpoint the owner of one scent in that cacophony of stimuli."

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." Scott nodded.

"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles ran off down the field leaving Scott and Y/n.

"Is that how you could tell I was turning?" Scott asked her suddenly. "Because you could smell it?"

"Kind of. But mostly I knew the signs and I could kind of... Sense it, I guess. But the scent does help. Almost every creature has a scent."

"Like how you smell like flowers?"

She nodded. "That is a witch's natural scent."

Stiles ran back to them then carrying the goalie stick. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day." He gave Scott the stick.

"But I hate playing goal."

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

"Ohh." Scott nodded.

"There we go."

"It's a great idea, babe." Stiles looked at Y/n with eyebrows raised in pleased surprise and she gave him a wink.

"What's the idea?" Scott asked and the two gave him strange looks.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me and Y/n sometimes." Stiles grabs Scott and hauls him up just as Coach blows the whistle.

"Let's go! Line it up! Faster!" The players line up in their positions, Scott going to guard the goal. Coach blows the whistle and tosses a ball to the first boy. When the player goes forward Scott runs out of goal and tackles the player to the ground. He helps the guy up and then 'subtly' sniffs him. "McCall!"

"Yeah."

"Usually the goalie stays... Somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." Scott goes back into position. Coach blows the whistle. This time it's Matt's turn. He goes forward and Scott comes out of goal again, flipping Matt on to his back. Scott sniffs him with even less subtlety.

"What the hell man?"

"My bad, dude."

"McCall!" Coach calls again as Scott goes back. "The position's Goal Keeper. Not Goal Abandoner."

"Sorry, Coach." Another whistle, another ball. Scott and the other player go at each other again, the player defending goal just stood by this time. Scott sniffs the player. Y/n sighs and closes her eyes at the scene.

"Stilinski," Coach grabs the face guard on Stiles' helmet, pulling him a bit closer to himself, "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

Coach lets the mask go. "That's interesting." Another whistle and another ball, this one for Danny. "Let's fire it up." Scott ends up body slamming Danny onto his back.

When Scott sniffed him, he noticed. "It's Armani."

"Huh?"

"My aftershave. Armani."

"Oh. It's nice." Scott smiles at him.

"McCall!" Coach calls again. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide." Y/n can't help but laugh at Coach's threat as Scott gets into position again. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."

Next in line is Jackson, but when he notices what Scott's doing he decides to opt out. "Uh, Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna... I'm gonna sit this one out."

Y/n narrows her eyes at Jackson's behavior, until the next boy in line catches her attention. Isaac Lahey. He's in a few of her classes and he seems like the nice quiet type, but the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders is what really draws her eyes and shows how agitated he seems. Coach blows the whistle and tosses the ball. Isaac catches it and dashes forward, Scott quick to match his pace. The two meet and end up throwing each other to where they land on hands and knees. They both look up at each other with glowing yellow eyes, but they dim when Coach yet again blows the whistle.

Everyone's attention is drawn to three people walking onto field. Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies. "Don't tell them." Isaac asks of Scott. "Please don't tell them."

Scott, Stiles and Y/n stand by and watch Noah talk to Isaac. "His father's dead." Scott informs.

"They think it was murder." Y/n adds.

Noah gently takes Isaac by the shoulder and leads him away. "Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks.

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott looks at him.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like, overnight?"

"During the full moon." Y/n frowns.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." Stiles answers.

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does." Y/n said before Scott could. She could already feel it.

…

In Mr. Harris' class Y/n sits at the table in front of the boys. Scott and Stiles talk while she listens in. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked.

"Peter told me that if the Bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait." Stiles twisted around to look at Danny's table, noticing Jackson's absence. "Danny." He whispers to the teen who looks up at him. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the Principal's office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny turns away while Stiles looks at Scott.

"Witness." Scott says.

"We gotta get to the Principal's office."

"How?"

Y/n smirks. "I got this, boys." She whispers to them.

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr. Harris says as he faces the chalkboard. Two seconds later a wadded up piece of paper hits him on the back of the head and he flinches. A few students laugh and he whips around to find the culprit. "Who in the hell did that?" His eyes go to the trio who immediately point fingers at each other.

They're obviously sent exactly where they wanted to go and they sit outside the office, Scott between the other two, as he and Y/n listen to Noah talk to Jackson. "Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem." Y/n throws a disgusted look towards the window. Just another tick mark in the 'Jackson's an asshole' column.

"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah... Wait, what?"

Y/n quietly snickered and looked at Stiles past Scott. "I love your dad." She smiled.

"I think we're done here." Noah said and a moment later he walked out with his deputy. Stiles quickly scrambled to grab a magazine to cover his face and hide from Noah, but the adult had already seen him. Still he decided to go along with it in a slightly disappointed fashion. "Hi, Scott and Y/n."

"Heh." Scott gave the man a little wave.

"Hiya, Sheriff." Y/n smiled at him. Noah took one more look at Stiles and sighed a bit while walking off.

"Kids." A voice called all of a sudden and the three looked to find the new Principal, Gerard Argent. He smiles at them and Y/n's muscles tense a bit. "Come on in." The three teens sit in chairs in front of Gerard as he sits at his desk. Y/n didn't like being in the middle, directly facing the Hunter, but she really had no choice. She sits a bit slouched in the chair with her arms folded over her chest, a look of mild disinterest on her face. A façade she often wears when she wants to bar someone out and keep her secrets hidden. "Y/n L/n." Gerard starts while holding a folder with her information. "Very good grades and not in trouble often except for one teacher in particular. I see you have quite a few artistic extracurriculars. Are you an artist?" He looks up at her.

She shrugs a shoulder. "Kind of."

"Well, from what I see here I would say you're very good." He smiles before looking through another folder. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He looks at the last folder. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Oh, actually I'm already-" Stiles is cut off by the man.

"Hold on." He looks at Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other... At all." Y/n closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a quiet sigh at his over-explaining. She would normally laugh at him, but she's focused on keeping her guard up for the Hunter to do much more than that.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

"Just a hard breakup."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the Principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles laughs a bit. Y/n clenches her teeth. She doesn't think he's the enemy, she knows he's the enemy. A man like him can be nothing but.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." He looks pointedly at Stiles, Scott and Y/n also turning to look at him. When Stiles looks up to see everyone looking at him he sighs.

Scott and Y/n run down the halls and towards one of the school doors, bursting through them and catching sight of Isaac as he's driven away in the back of a cruiser. They turn to go back inside once he's out of sight when tires squealing catches their attention. They look to find Derek in his sleek black car. "Get in." He says.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks.

Y/n gestures towards where Isaac was a moment ago. "You did that. All of that? That's your fault."

"I know that." Derek admits. "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott says. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's inside is worse. A lot worse." He opens the passenger door.

"Go." Y/n nodded towards Derek. "I'll wait for Stiles." Scott sighed and got into the car. Y/n watched them drive off before going back into the school to wait for Stiles' detention to be over. She had sat outside of the classroom like she had before, reading a book while she waited. A sudden whispering caught her attention. She lifted her head from her book and looked down the hall both ways, but there was no one around. The school was empty save her, Stiles and a few teachers. She furrowed her brow when the whispering persisted. She put the book in her bag and stood up, leaving her stuff there as she took a few steps into the middle of the hall.

She turned this way and that yet there was nothing. Until suddenly there was. A glimpse of brown hair and a leather jacket at the end of the darkened hallway. She frowned more at this and followed after the mysterious person. Who would be wandering the halls at this time? When she got to the end she caught the person just as they turned another corner. She kept following until she got to the gymnasium, but when she went in it was empty. She looked around in confusion. Where did he go?

She huffed in annoyance. What was she even doing? She turned to leave when something caught her eye. A basketball sitting in the middle of the court. She walked over to it and picked it up. She twirled it in her fingers, the black lines blurring with the orange as it spun in her hands. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the ball. The shapes it made seemed to form a face. She slowly brought it closer to her own face to try and make it out. Suddenly a hand snatched the ball from her hands. She gasped and jumped back at the boy now standing in front of her, smiling at her. Brown hair and blue eyes that seemed familiar to her.

"Y/n?" She jumped at Stiles' voice behind her and turned to find him at the doors of the gymnasium, her bag in his hands. "Are you okay?" He asked her with concern in his voice.

She glanced behind her, the boy and even the ball where nowhere to be seen, before giving him a small smile. "Yeah. I- I'm fine. I was just bored and decided to wander around. Did Harris let you out early?" She tried to switch subjects.

"Early?" He laughed a bit. "It's dark out."

"What?" Her eyes darted to the window to find that it was indeed dark out. How long had she been standing there?

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We need to go." Whatever just happened will have to be put on the back burner for the moment, helping Isaac is the priority right now. She quickly rushed out of the gymnasium, grabbing her bag from Stiles, and pulling him along with her out to the car.

He pulled his phone from his bag and dialed Allison. "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."

"Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?"

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy."

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?"

"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books." There's a pause and the sound of rustling pages. "I'm taking a picture." A moment later Stiles gets the photo and looks at it, showing it to Y/n after a second. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah." Y/n takes the phone from Stiles. "Wolfsbane."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they're gonna kill him." Y/n hangs up and she and Stiles get into the car, driving to the station as fast as they could.

The 'deputy' the Argents sent drove down the road in a black SUV until there was a 'pop' sound. He frowned at the noise and wondered what it was, jumping slightly when the sound came again. He pulled over and got out, his eyes immediately going to the tire. An arrow stuck out of the front and back tire letting air escape from them. He went to examine it more when a third arrow embedded itself into his thigh, it's owner being none other than Allison Argent herself. She smirked and went back around the corner to call her friends.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Y/n asked as she held the phone on speaker.

"You could say that."

Y/n smiled. "That's why we're friends." Allison chuckled a bit.

"We're headed to the station right now." Stiles said.

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one."

"And unfortunately we don't have any time to come up with a better one." Y/n hung up then. Both teens took nervous glances at the full moon that was steadily rising in the sky.

They pull up to the station with Derek, having picked him up on the way. "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles informed. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek said as he went to get out only for Stiles to stop him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa- you? You're not going in there." Derek looked pointedly at the teen's hand. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"An- you? Yeah, right!" Stiles laughed. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her."

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?"

Derek huffed a short, dry laugh. "By talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek looks around for a moment before looking at Stiles again. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

He seemed to think for a second. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Oh, my God." Y/n groaned from the backseat. "Move. Move!" She ordered and made Derek move so she could get out.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna work my magic." She smirked and strided off into the station. Derek looked at Stiles who was watching Y/n walk with a slightly dazed expression. He sighed and smacked Stiles' over the head who whined in protest before they followed the witch.

Y/n walked up to the desk, the officer behind the desk looking at the folder in her hands. "Good evening, how can I help..." She trails off when she looks into Y/n's eyes which are glowing. "You?" Her eyes seemed to grow distant as Y/n's magic works on her.

"Hi." Y/n smiled.

"Hi."

"It's so late, isn't it? You must be tired from working so much." The officer nodded a bit. "Sit down, relax, take a deep breath." The woman obeyed what Y/n told her to do, sitting down, relaxing, and taking a deep breath. "When you wake up in a little while you won't remember my face or my voice, you won't remember what I said or that you fell asleep. You will be well rested and continue your night as normal. Now... Sleep." Y/n's eyes flashed, the color reflecting in the woman's before her head laid back on the chair, coaxed into a gentle nap. Derek and Stiles had watched this exchange from behind the door. Stiles was in a bit of awe while Derek had a look of mild respect. She turned to them with a smile and gestured for them to come out. "She should be out until we're done."

"You. Are. Amazing!" Stiles beamed and kissed her cheek before running off to his dad's office. He went over to the little lockbox on the wall and punched in the code, but when he gets it open it's empty. He hears keys jingling in the hall and realizes he was a little too slow. "Oh, no."

The fake deputy limps through the Sheriff's station, blood trailing behind him as his leg continues to bleed, keys in his hand. He pulls out a box from his pocket and takes out the syringe of wolfsbane, holding it in his mouth for a second to tuck the box away again. Stiles rounds the corner looking behind him and nearly runs into the Hunter. "Whoa. Uh, just looking, um.." Stiles looks down and notices the piece of Allison's arrow still sticking out of the man and he realizes this is the Hunter. "Oh, sh-" He goes to run but the Hunter catches him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back and holding a hand over his mouth as he pulls him along.

As Stiles struggles with the man he spots a fire alarm and he pulls the switch as he's tugged past it. The Hunter pulls Stiles into the room with the holding cells and lets him go. Stiles scrambles into a sitting position and they both look over to the cells, only to find the door loosely on its hinges and the cell empty. Isaac rushes at the man from the side wolfed out. He grabs the man, banging him onto a desk and then throwing him against the opposite wall. Stiles rushes to sit against the other side of the room, away from the angry werewolf. The Hunter goes to stab Isaac with the needle. Isaac catches his wrist and growls, teeth bared. He squeezes and twists the man's arm until he drops the needle and then pushes his head into the wall. He lets him crumple to the ground, knocked out.

"Stiles!" Y/n rushes to the boy as Derek crushes the needle under his shoe. Isaac looks at him and then down, his eyes quickly darting to the teens. Derek glances between them and his Beta, knowing what he's wanting to do and taking action before he can. His eyes glow their Alpha red and his canines come out as he roars at Isaac. The Beta's eyes widen and he falls back, cowering into the wall in fear. After a moment Isaac peeks his head up from behind his arms, now shifted back to normal as he looks up at his Alpha.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asks.

Derek looks at him. "I'm the Alpha."

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks Stiles as she puts her hands on either side of his face, her eyes showing her worry.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She sighs. "Good." And then she kisses him, reassurance for herself that he is okay. When she pulls away he's slightly dazed and she looks up at Derek. "Get Isaac out of here before the Sheriff comes." He gives her a small nod and does as she says, taking Isaac and high-tailing it out of there. She helps Stiles to his feet and they look around. Pretty soon the Sheriff walks down the halls to the holding cells, turning off the fire alarm as he passes. Once he gets to the door he looks between the unconscious man on the floor, his son, and his son's girlfriend, raising his brows in expectation of an explanation. Y/n stays quiet as Stiles looks around and then points at the Hunter.

"Uh, he did it."

Ch.15

[1995lahaine]

Isaac Lahey: You left the pack.

Scott McCall: [almost in tears] You set me up. 

Isaac Lahey: You're gonna blame me because you were Derek’s protege and you chose your hunter girlfriend over your own pack? 

Scott McCall: This is gonna be like I'm not a real werewolf! 

Derek Hale: It won't be like you're not a werewolf. You're not a real werewolf. 

Scott McCall: The show is named after me. 

Derek Hale: You might wanna check again. 

Scott McCall: Just because I’m a pacifist? 

Derek Hale: Did you think we were going to let you parade around with your ridiculous fur pretending you were running this territory? 

Scott McCall: Sorry! My Alpha Form's at the cleaners! Along with my hoodie and my 'fuck you' flip-flops, you pretentious douchebag! 

Derek Hale: Security's here, you'll be leaving now. 

Scott McCall: I'm not signing those papers. 

Derek Hale: We will get the signature. 

Scott McCall: [to Isaac]  Tell me this isn't about me being lacrosse captain.

Isaac scoffs.

Scott McCall: You... You did it! I knew you did it! You planted that story about the bus driver! 

Isaac Lahey: I didn't plant the story about the bus driver. 

Derek Hale: What's he talking about? 

Scott McCall: You had me accused of murder. 

Derek Hale: Seriously, what the hell's the bus driver? 

Scott McCall: [leaning down close to Mark]  And I'll bet what you hated the most was that they identified me as the Teen Wolf, which I am. You better lawyer up asshole, because I'm not coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for EVERYTHING.