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taeswolfie · 11 months ago
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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
☽︎𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅☾︎
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Ch.22 - Ch.24
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader
Word count: 3.1k
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Stiles' fingers twitch as he works the string on his lacrosse stick. "You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out." He sits in the Guidance Counselor's office, Ms. Morell at her desk in front of him. "It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful."
"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?" Marin asked.
"I don't feel sorry for him."
"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?"
"Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one. And by the way, my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer. And not just of her though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he built this whole fake relationship. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train."
"One positive thing to come out of this, though. Right?" She refers to Noah getting his job as Sheriff back.
"Yeah. Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott."
"Have you talked to him since that night?"
"No, not really. I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with though." Melissa has avoided Scott since that night, still trying to process what she saw. "I don't think he's talked to Allison either. But that might be more her choice, you know." Allison has become withdrawn and angry, determined to take down Derek; she blames him for her mother killing herself because of the Bite. "Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer. I haven't heard from Y/n since then either. It's like- it's like she's avoiding me. Avoiding us. Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal."
"And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?"
"Why would you ask me that?" He asks as he uses his teeth to tighten the string. He seems to realize what he's doing and spits it out. "Ah. Uh, no. I-I never actually play. But hey, since one of my teammates is dead and another one's missing, who knows, right?"
"You mean, Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?"
"How come you're not taking any notes on this?" He lightly gestures to her desk.
"I do my notes after the session."
"Your memory's that good?"
"How about we get back to you?" He looks away and down at his lacrosse stick. "Stiles?"
He looks back up at her and shakes his head. "I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible's about to happen."
"It's called hypervigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat."
"But it's not just a feeling, though. It's- it's like a panic attack. You know, like I can't even breathe."
"Like you're drowning?"
"Yeah."
"So if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"
"Well, you do anyway. It's a reflex."
"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"
"Not much time."
"But more time to fight your way to the surface?"
"I guess."
"More time to be rescued?"
"More time to be in agonizing pain. And did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"
"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"
"And what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now and then... And it's just hell later on?"
"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said: 'If you're going through hell, keep going'."
...
Y/n had been staying away from Stiles and Scott since that night. Bringing back Peter from the dead was insane and she doesn't even fully understand why she did it. But because she did she feels like she can't face them again until she does something, anything, to make up for it. So she's kept her distance from them. It's killed her, though, especially when Stiles would try to call her. Having to avoid him was the hardest part. Alan has tried to get her to talk to them, saying they'll understand. She knows they will, but she's still scared. Alan convinced her to at least go to the championship game that night and she agreed. Mostly because she's never missed one of their games before, even when Scott was just an average human and wasn't that good at lacrosse. Y/n stays on the sidelines and watches Stiles and Scott from a bit a ways away.
"Your dad coming?" Scott asks his friend.
"Yeah, he's already here." He glances back at Noah and Melissa sitting together.
"You seen Allison?"
"No, you seen Y/n?"
"Not yet." Stiles sighs and looks down. "She'll be here. I don't know why she's been avoiding us, but she's always been here."
Stiles nods and decides to change the subject. "You know what's going on?"
Scott sighs. "Not yet."
"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?"
"Looks like it."
"Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just... I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't..."
"It's okay."
"We're losing, dude."
"The hell are you talking about?" Coach suddenly appears behind the boys. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg." He instructs Stiles.
"What? What happened to Greenberg?"
"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck... Slightly less."
"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles is in disbelief.
"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."
"I already did that today, twice." Y/n had been listening in and couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. He really doesn't think before he talks sometimes.
"Get the hell out there!" Stiles flails a bit as he gathers his gear and runs onto the field to take position.
"Oh, no. Why is my son running on the field?" Noah asked just as Y/n decided to sit next to the adults.
"Because he's on the team?" Melissa answers.
It seems to click as Noah gives her a look. "He is. He's on the team. He's- he's on the field. My son is on the field!" He stands up and yells. The other people just give him looks and Y/n gives him a clap as she sits next to Melissa. Noah sits back down.
Y/n looks at Melissa and she can feel her nervous energy. "I hope you're not scared of me." Y/n says quietly to her. "I know I'm a little different and you know that now, but I'm still the same Y/n you've come to know. That's just... Another part of me." Y/n gives her a little smile and decides to leave it there. Melissa looks at her and her eyes seem to soften as she thinks about what the girl said.
Y/n watches the field, excited to see Stiles get some actual time on the field. That's when she hears a voice call out to her friend. "Scott, can you hear me?" Scott picks his head up in surprise at the sound of Gerard's voice. "Ah, you can. Good. Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting." Y/n tenses at the tone of his voice, the enjoyment he clearly has with whatever power he was wielding. She hates it and wants to stop listening, yet now it seems it's the only thing she can hear over the people around her. "Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last 30 seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting from 30, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone." Y/n furrows her brows. Gerard is in control of the kanima now? That's not good for anyone. "So tell me, Scott, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the Sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha?" Lydia sat next to Y/n then. They shared a smile although Y/n's was a little more forced with what she was hearing. "Or perhaps the young witch, one of the few of her kind. Yes, I know about your other best friend, Scott." An involuntary shiver runs down her spine. How did he know? She's been so careful. "Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them? Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous Coach? It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't... I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood." The ref blows the whistle, signaling the start of the game.
20 minutes go by in a flash it seems and the guest team has 2 points. Stiles somehow gets the ball, but is instantly tackled and the crowd groans. "He's probably just warming up." Melissa says.
Stiles struggles to pick up the ball on the ground, repeatedly saying he's got it when he's tackled again. "He's just nervous." Y/n explains.
"Plenty of time to turn it around." Lydia agrees optimistically.
"Totally." Y/n nods. Stiles goes to catch the ball only for it to hit him in the face guard.
Scott goes to get up and Coach catches him, yanking him back down. "Sit down, McCall."
"But, Coach, we're dying out there."
"Oh, I'm aware of that. Now sit." Scott sighs and Isaac sits next to him.
Scott looked at him in surprise. "You came to help."
"I came to win." Isaac smirks. "You got a plan yet?"
"No, right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone."
"Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you."
"How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." He glances at said guys. Then he gets an idea, looking back to Isaac who appears to have the same thought. "Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"
"I can try." Isaac puts his helmet on and goes on the field. The game starts and Isaac rams down a fellow player.
"Lahey!" Coach yells. "Ramirez! You're in." He orders the next player on field. Isaac rams another player. "Murphy. You're in." Murphy goes on the field. More players are run down and Coach stands up to yell at Isaac. "Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?" Isaac just shrugs as the whistle is blown. Going through another round another player is knocked down, but this time it was Isaac who was run down by Jackson.
Scott runs on field to check on the Beta. "It's not broken." Isaac informs. "But I can't move it." Medics come with a stretcher. "I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading."
Scott looks over at Gerard. "You wanna play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns."
Isaac is taken off field and Coach gives Scott his helmet. "McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit."
"Okay." Coach walks off only to be replaced by Melissa.
"Hey, something's happening, isn't it?" She asked. "Something more than a lacrosse game?"
"You should go."
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to."
"I will."
Y/n frowns to herself. Although they weren't for her, she took Melissa's words to heart. Scott and Stiles get knocked down while playing.
Scott sits up a bit as Gerard's voice filters in over the crowd again. "Don't you know what you're really bargaining for, Scott? Haven't you guessed what the real offer on the table is? It's Allison. It's always been Allison. You give me Derek, and I'll let you have Allison." There's 10 minutes left on the clock meaning Scott only has 9 and a half to figure something out. Scott got up and started to run off field, Y/n catching him when she could.
"Scott, what's happening?" She asked.
"Gerard is going after Isaac."
"What can I do?"
"Just stay here and keep an eye on Jackson. There's not much time." She nodded in understanding and he ran to the locker rooms to help Isaac. She went back to the stands, taking her seat between Melissa and Lydia.
Five minutes are left and Coach notices Scott's absence, standing and calling for him. "McCall! Where's McCall?" On the field the opposing team knocks Beacon players down, one of them losing the ball. Stiles is standing alone in the middle of the field and the ball rolls to his feet. The players are confused at the missing ball, none of them seeing where it went. Stiles sees no one behind him except the goalie in his position. He picks up the ball and starts running to the goal.
Y/n notices his movement and she gasps. "He has the ball. He has the ball!" Stiles screams as the players start to chase him down field.
"Oh, crap." Noah cringes with worry.
Stiles hesitates a few feet from the goal, glancing back at the player horde. "Stilinski! Shoot it!" Coach orders. "Shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!"
"Shoot it!" Y/n yells. Stiles seems to hear her and does as told, shooting the ball into the goal. The crowd roars with cheers, none more so than the father and girlfriend of 24 of Beacon Hills.
"I scored a goal?" Stiles asks himself. The score board changing in favor of Beacon Hills answered his question. "I scored a goal! I SCORED A GOAL!" Y/n screams her cheers for him, filled with joy at his personal victory.
After that he scored another goal and another and another, Y/n screaming happily each time. The team surrounds him and pats him in congratulations, but he's only half paying attention. His eyes drift to the stands where he sees Y/n smiling brightly and clapping for him, making him smile back.
Scott rushes through the crowd and to the end of the field, his eyes darting to the clock and seeing the last 30 seconds start to tick away. He looks over at Jackson who walks around the celebrating players to stand in the middle of the field, shedding his gloves and helmet. His eyes shift and claws come out. 3... 2... 1... The buzzer sounds, Beacon Hills has won the game.
Y/n rushes down to where Scott was and he looks at her in confusion. "Nothing happened. Nothing." Suddenly the flood lights go out, dousing everyone in darkness. Someone screams.
People start running and bumping into each other, rushing to get away. Some fall down the stands as they trip. It's all Y/n can do to keep herself up, the sudden rush of panic and the swamp of people disorienting her. She manages to find Scott as Melissa calls for him. "Scott? Scott, where are you? Scott!"
Scott seems to snap out of his disorientation faster and catches his mom. "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field."
"What?" A rush of fear makes Y/n's breath stutter, her mind instantly panicking about Stiles. The lights come back on and Coach is running to the group around the person on the ground, ordering them to move.
"Get out of the way! Move. Back off!" It's Jackson that's on the ground. "Move. Move." Melissa, Scott, and Y/n rush over as Lydia also runs to them.
"Jackson?" Lydia calls. "What's happened to Jackson? Jackson! Jackson!" She pushes a guy away to see the blonde on the ground. "Jackson, what's happening?"
"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!"
Melissa falls to her knees next to Jackson and leans down to listen for signs of life. "He's not breathing. No pulse."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing." She lifts up his jersey and they see blood on his undershirt over his stomach. "Oh."
"Oh, my God." Lydia gasps. "There's blood. There's blood." She starts to cry. Y/n takes her hand to try and comfort her. She's a bit relieved it's not Stiles, but Lydia cares about Jackson and she can imagine how that would hurt.
"Look." Scott taps Isaac and Y/n, gesturing to Jackson's bloody hands.
"He did it to himself?" Isaac questions.
Melissa looks up at Lydia. "Get down here." When she doesn't respond she repeats herself more firmly. "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up." Y/n lets go of Lydia as she gets on her knees and helps Melissa. Noah pushes past the crowd, glancing at Melissa doing CPR, when he notices something and looks around.
"Stiles. Where's my son?" He says quietly to himself. Y/n's head whips to him when she heard him. "Where- where's my son?" Noah still looks around and Y/n does too, the panic she felt earlier now returning even stronger. "Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles?" He questions louder, getting others' attention. "Where the hell is my son?"
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Ch.24
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maria021015 · 6 months ago
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SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 53!
Zaida propped herself up on her tiptoes, reaching into the overhead cupboard for a glass. She’d woken up for the fourth time during the night with a dry mouth and the lingering effects of a nightmare in which Jennifer slit Xander’s throat with a garrote. She’d already been to check on her brother, finding him sound asleep in his bed, sprawled on top of the covers. When her fingers finally grasped onto a cup and she dropped back knot flat feet, Zaida turned towards the fridge only to be startled by a shadowy figure standing behind her, only the whites of its eyes reflecting in the dull light. She quickly scrambled backwards with a yelp, her hip bumping against the kitchen bench painfully - still not entirely healed from Jennifer crushing her with a table. Pulling her arm back, she prepared to smash the glass in her hand against the figure’s head when it began talking.
“Woah! Hey, Zaida, it’s just me! It’s just me!” Stiles rasped into the darkness and she loosened a shaky breath of relief.
“Stiles! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She hissed in a hushed tone, wary of waking Xander. Quickly noticing her state of dress, she wrapped her free arm around herself, hoping to cover whatever her lace shirt did not as her face reddened in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” He winced, likely realising her jumpiness was the result of the night they had just experienced. The boy kept his eyes firmly northbound despite the temptation to delve lower, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. “I was trying not to be loud in case your brother is still sleeping.”
“Yeah, he is, I just checked on him.” Zaida sighed and lowered her arm, stepping open to the fridge to fill her glass with cold filtered water.
“Can’t sleep either?” Stiles asked her and crossed his arms over his chest. He’d borrowed some clothes from Xander for the night, and would likely do the same for the next day. It was lucky that the two were a similar size.
“No,” She shook her head, swallowing gulps of water that soothed her parched throat. “You?”
“Me neither,” The boy pursed his lips, though he wasn’t more forthcoming than that.
“Your dad?” Zaida prompted gently.
“Yeah, I just keep thinking that now, with Melissa gone too, we’re running out of time. Sleeping instead of trying to find him seems so wrong.” He admitted. “I’ve heard you get up a couple of times, checking on Xander. You think he might be next?”
“Logically I know he probably won’t be - especially with Morell’s warning. We all know Chris is next, it’s just no one wanted to say it around Allison. But still, that doesn’t stop the nightmares,” She mumbled, the sound heavy with stress as she placed her empty cup into the sink with a soft clink.
“I know what you mean. Dreams don’t always follow logic,” Stiles mused, recalling the latest nightmare that only just startled him awake before hearing Zaida stir down the hallway.
“You too?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “About your dad?”
“Yeah, some of them.” He nodded slightly, heart beating a bit faster as he pondered whether he should be open with her about the rest or hide it from her. It was the memory of the way she had blushed in the back of that ambulance that made his decision for him. “...Some are about you.”
“...About me?” She whispered unintentionally, heart jumping within her chest. The boy leaned back against the bench behind him, arms uncrossed to prop himself up against it.
“About you leaving with Deucalion instead of Scott.” He revealed despite his nerves, the image of her bloodies and mangled corpse flashing behind his eyes. “About Deucalion coming for you now that he knows what you are and…about what he might do if you refuse to go with him.”
“Well, I didn’t go with him,” Zaida reached out, laying her hand atop his own which was resting on the cold stone bench, drawing closer to him. She recalled the distrust behind his gaze earlier the night before when he had noted her hesitation, knowing she had been at least considering going with Deucalion. “And I’m not going to. I may have been tempted by his promise to protect the people I care about - the thought that if he taught me more about my powers I’d be able to protect everyone myself. But I know better than to trust a deal with the devil.”
“He might not give you a choice next time,” Stiles reasoned, exposing the depth of his worry for her safety. He shifted so his fingers slowly entwined with hers, weaving between each other in a way that sent a reverberating buzz of warmth up both of their arms towards their chests.
“Then we’ll deal with that when it happens,” She promised, knowing his fears were not unfounded - she was concerned about it herself.
She knew that Deucalion’s insistence that she would come to him herself likely meant he was planning something to push her into needing him. Either that, or he thought Jennifer would do it for him. Her mind had run over all of the different scenarios, and the only way out that she had discovered was to stop Jennifer and Deucalion. The alpha didn’t strike her as someone who would go quietly into the night. He would keep coming until he couldn’t any longer. If Zaida wanted to be free of the fear that he would return for her - free of having to look over her shoulder - she would have to kill him. How, she wasn’t yet sure, but if she was going to do this, she knew she had to do it on her own. Scott was too good at his core to resort to such a thing.
“You know, if something were to happen to you, I…I don’t think I’d be able to handle it. I’d probably go crazy.” Stiles stumbled over his words anxiously with his amber eyes locking onto her face, eagerly searching for her reaction. Had he gone too far? Was it too soon?
Zaida paused as her heart swelled and a smile tugged at her lips, that spark of hope burning brighter inside of her. “Something doesn’t even need to happen to you for me to go crazy, I just have to think about it.” Her words were barely a whisper of breath, as if she wasn’t entirely sure she should have said anything at all. But he had reached out, so it was only fair that she reciprocated that.
If their moment in the ambulance had been any indication, Stiles did care about her deeply, and possibly even in the same way she cared about him. Truly it had been a while since he had shown any interest in Lydia, and he had certainly been flirting lately - that was undeniable. Maybe it meant he had finally moved on. Maybe it meant he’d realised that Zaida was the one who was always there for him, not the redhead. That she was the one who cared.
“If Deucalion comes for you, I don’t think I can do this Scott’s way.” Stiles revealed the worry that had been playing on his mind, emboldened by her own confession. “I can’t trust that anything we do would keep him away from you, and that’s not something I’m willing to risk.”
“I’ve got a plan for that,” Zaida chewed on her lower lip nervously, apprehensive as to how the boy might react to the truth. “You might not like it.”
“What is it?” He questioned, brows drawing together.
“Scott has a plan, and I think it’s going to handle both Jennifer and Deucalion at the same time. I’ve just got a feeling about it. But we both know Scott - he’s not going to be using deadly force. He’ll be figuring out another solution, like he always does, and I don’t know if whatever that is will be enough this time.” She explained, hoping that he would understand. Though if anyone would, it would be Stiles. “Deucalion hunted my parents for years, and then when he couldn’t have what he wanted, he killed them for it. He’s not just going to give me up that easily, and I’m not prepared to spend the rest of my life wondering when he’ll come for me. I don’t want to run, or hide.”
“...You want to kill him, don’t you?” Stiles asked and her chin dipped into a nod, eyes analysing his serious expression.
“He killed my parents. He’s killed a lot more than just them. I’m not going to let him kill me, or let him hurt the people I love to force me to join him. I’m not willing to let any of you become his collateral damage.” She swallowed thickly, unable to read his stony face. “When I figure out what Scott’s planning, I’m going to intervene. I’m going to end it, once and for all.”
Silence greeted her for several moments, to the point where her stomach twisted as her eyes dropped to the floor in shame. She had just admitted to wanting to murder someone. What was wrong with her?
Then fingers tenderly brushed beneath her chin, lifting her face towards him to prompt her gaze upwards. This time when she met his eyes, they were filled with determination. “I’m going to help you.” He promised in a low tone and her heart fluttered. Instead of pulling away, his thumb shifted to brush over the skin of her jaw soothingly, drawing lines that left her brimming with nervous energy.
“Really? You’d do that?” She asked softly, knowing it would mean going against Scott and everything his best friend believed in.
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised - I’m always the one advocating for deadly force.” He let out a snort of laughter, amused by the flush of pink creeping into her cheeks as the sun approached from below the horizon outside the windows, bathing the kitchen in a cool light.
“Even though Scott’s going to go ballistic when he finds out? He might not forgive us, you know.” She laid out the risks clearly, not wanting him to agree to something if he wasn’t prepared for the possible outcomes.
“He will. It might take him time, but he’d understand.” Stiles vowed, taking a leap of bravery to step closer to her, pushing away from the bench and allowing his other hand to reach for her own, which hung loosely at her side. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you because he wants to play by rules everyone else crossed ages ago.”
His fingertips were still dragging along her jaw languidly, sending the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. For a split second she could have sworn his eyes flickered to her lips, but before she could find out, heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway. Her eyes widened, Zaida stepped backwards, putting an appropriate amount of distance between herself and Stiles just as Xander entered the shared living area. Her arms wrapped around herself once more, conscious of her pyjamas as her brother casually strolled into the kitchen, headed for the coffeepot.
“‘Morning,” He muttered tiredly. “You kids should get ready, we’re going to the Argents’ for breakfast.”
“Why?” Zaida frowned, noting the strangeness of such a thing. The last time she had seen Xander and Chris in the same room, other than the day before when they were forced to work together, her brother had punched the man.
“Because I’m not like you, Zaida,” He huffed. “I can’t eat dry cereal. I have taste.”
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“How are you holding up?” Zaida sank down onto Allison’s mattress as the girl applied her makeup. The smell of bacon wafted into the bedroom through the hall from the kitchen where Chris and Xander were making breakfast.
“Honestly? I wasn’t able to sleep much. I kept waking up every hour to check on my dad thinking maybe he was already gone.” Allison sighed heavily, applying a thick layer of concealer over her dark under-eyes.
“I hear you,” Zaida nodded in agreement. She hadn’t gotten the best sleep either. “I’m pretty sure she tried to take Xander last night at the hospital, but she missed and he fought her off. I keep thinking maybe she’ll come back for him.”
“She’s never gone back for a failed sacrifice before, right? Maybe that means he’s safe.” Allison suggested hopefully.
“Maybe…” Zaida twisted her golden rings around her fingers, finding the repetitive motion soothing.
“You know…I thought my dad was the Darach.” Allison admitted quietly after taking in a deep breath, and Zaida raised a brow at her in surprise. “I know, it’s crazy. Just, he was always sneaking around and going out and then we found the marked map and the Celtic knot on the desk with the sacrificial groups and…I guess I just jumped to conclusions. I never even considered that maybe he was helping track the Darach down. You know, like a hunter would.”
“Ali, don’t beat yourself up about it. You’ve been betrayed by your favourite aunt, your grandfather, your mom…it’s what you’ve come to expect from your family. It’s only natural that you’d be finding it hard to trust your dad.” Zaida comforted the girl. “But…I do think he’s different from the rest of them. They picked and chose what parts of the code to follow. Your dad was never like that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Allison nodded in agreement. “I just feel really stupid. If I hadn’t dragged Isaac with me to storm onto the scene thinking I’d find my dad slitting Mr Westover’s neck, I wouldn’t have ruined his plan. He might have actually gotten to the Darach before she could attack Lydia, or take Sheriff Stilinski, or Scott’s mom.”
“Hey, you can’t change what happened so there’s no good that can come from thinking about it.” Zaida moved over to the dresser hugging Allison from behind and locking eyes with her through the mirror. “All you can do now is make the best out of today. It’s not over yet.”
“Yeah,” Allison’s lips pulled into a tight smile. “You’re right.”
"So what's happening with you and Isaac?" Zaida smirked, bringing up the beta that Allison had been spending a lot of time with lately.
"Nothing is happening. He's great! It's just..." The huntress trailed off.
"It's just you still love Scott." Zaida finished her sentence for her and Allison gave a small nod.
"Isaac's a good friend, but that's all." She sighed, and whilst Zaida felt slightly bad for the boy, she had already known that was the case.
“Girls! Breakfast is ready!” Chris Argent’s voice boomed through the apartment, beckoning them to come eat.
“Come on, I’m starving.” Zaida laughed lightly and pulled the girl up to follow her into the kitchen where plates of toast, bacon and eggs were waiting for them. Stiles was already digging in, shoving a breakfast sandwich into his mouth as his cheek stretched to accommodate the sheer amount of food.
Somehow Chris and Xander were acting completely normally, passing a coffeepot between them (Xander’s second for the day). Zaida shook her head at them - she’d never understand the way men could fight and then be totally okay without even talking about what had happened.
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“Whoa…” Stiles’ eyes widened as he entered the Argents’ study to see the array of weapons laid out on the desk before them. “I thought you guys were retired...?”
“Retired, yes. Defenceless? No.” Chris loaded a sleek black gun as Allison geared up with her ring daggers and various other gadgets.
“You know, maybe I should get one of these,” Zaida hummed appreciatively and held up a pistol and aimed it at various objects around the room, loving the reassuring feeling of its weight in her hand until Xander snatched it from her.
“You’re not getting a gun.” Her brother scolded her. “Don’t touch.”
“Make sure your phone's on.” Chris looked at Stiles. “If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately.”
“Yeah, I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely…” The boy replied with a glum expression, still sore that Scott had left them in the middle of the war. Allison wore a matching face, sharing in the boy’s sentiments.
“Both of you, try to remember - he's just doing what he thinks is right.” Chris shot sympathetic looks to Stiles and his daughter.
“Scott has a plan, we just have to trust him.” Zaida assured them all, confident in the boy’s abilities. He’d come a long way from the naive and lost teenager she’d met at the beginning of the year.
There was a clearing of somebody’s throat and they all turned to see Isaac leaning against the doorframe. “I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but...well…” He whipped out his claws as he raised his hand, displaying their sharpness and his level of control. “I'm getting pretty good with these.”
“How does he keep getting in?” Chris questioned as his eyebrows drew together.
“Isaac,” Zaida smiled at the beta in greeting. “How’s it going at the loft?”
“Derek refuses to do anything other than sit and watch Cora as she dies, and I’m sick of it. So I’m here to do something. I’m here to help.” He locked his jaw stubbornly, clearly angry with his alpha.
“Well, you can help us,” Allison offered. “We’re heading to the bank vault to see if Miss Blake is keeping Sheriff and Melissa there.”
Isaac nodded at the girl in agreement, and only Zaida picked up on the slight tinge of pink in his cheeks and brightness behind his eyes.
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“How are you feeling?” Zaida asked her best friend as she smoothed out her skirt to take a seat on the end of Lydia’s bed eyeing the thin line of deep bruising around her throat where the garrotte had cut into her flesh.
“Happy to be alive,” The redhead smiled and spoke in a soft voice, her throat still tender. Her hair was braided back in a fishtail, exposing her injury like a proud battle scar. “How did it go with Derek?”
“Well, Derek believed us, but everything still went wrong. Jennifer poisoned Cora and tricked us into taking her to the hospital under the pretence that she would heal Cora and tell us where to find Sheriff Stilinski, But really, she lured us there to protect her from the alphas while she snatched Scott’s mom and escaped.” Zaida sighed as she explained the night of horror they had endured.
“Yeah, and get this, Deucalion figured out Zaida’s the nymph and not Xander, and Scott exchanged himself for Zaida’s freedom to walk away. So he’s working with them now.” Stiles added on bitterly.
“I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them.” Lydia shook her head in denial. “He can't be.”
“You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was…” Stiles trailed off, his eyes hazy as if he was recalling the exact moment it had happened.
“It was an act. Before he left Scott projected his emotions onto me. He was calm and confident - he knew what he was doing. He had a plan and I trust him.” Zaida huffed, starting to get mildly annoyed with Stiles’ dramatics.
“Or maybe you just interpreted it that way. He could have been sending you those emotions on purpose so you would let him leave.” The boy reasoned, offering an alternative explanation. “The truth is, we really have no clue what was going on in his head. Jennifer has my Dad, and Melissa and we are down a main player.”
“Then, what can I do?” Lydia immediately offered her assistance. “I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human Geiger-counter for death, but...I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of…”
Stiles frowned when the girl trailed off and seemed to zone out. “Because of what?” He prompted. “Hey, Lydia - what?”
“When she called me a Banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?” The redhead questioned.
“Then why did she?” Stiles asked hopefully, still standing by the doorway.
“That's what we need to find out.” Lydia answered with a glint of determination in her green eyes.
“When I asked her she said that you were too close to stopping her, and she couldn’t have that happen.” Zaida recalled her conversation with the woman in Derek’s car on the way to the hospital.
“When she told me I wasn’t a sacrifice, she said I was just a girl who knew too much.” Lydia added, eyes widening at the revelation.
“So you know something that can stop the Darach, you just…don’t know what you know?” Stiles clarified the situation and Lydia nodded slowly. “Well, who would know?”
“Maybe Aiden can help,” Lydia grimaced as she said it, knowing that Zaida would despise the suggestion.
“You want to ask Aiden for help? For something that isn’t murdering innocent people?” Zaida retorted in a snarky tone.
“The alphas sent Aiden to keep an eye on me for a reason. It can’t have been just to get under your skin, otherwise they could have gone for Zaida.” Lydia explained. “Morrell was my guidance counsellor - maybe she knew what I was. And if she did…maybe she told the alphas that I might be able to help them take down the Darach.”
“Whilst I hate it…” Zaida scowled at the notion. ”It’s a distinct possibility.”
“We need to find Aiden.” Lydia nodded and stood up from her dresser stool.
“Or, Ethan,” Zaida pointed out. “He’s the more reasonable of the two.”
“How are we going to do that?” Stiles questioned.
“Well, this is just a rough idea, but maybe at school? Where we are supposed to be in, like…” Zaida checked her phone for the time. “Fifteen minutes ago?”
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“Okay, you guys try to find Aiden, I’m going to look for Danny. If anyone knows where Ethan is, it would be him.” Zaida instructed Lydia and Stiles as they headed down Beacon Hills High’s main hallway.
“What, you’re going alone?” Stiles’ head swiveled to face her in alarm.
“I’ll be fine. I can handle Ethan - it’s Aiden that’s the wild card.” She brushed off his concern, though her heart swelled at it. Ever since last night in the ambulance, it had felt like something had really shifted between the two of them, especially given the events of that morning.
“Okay, fine. But be careful - for real this time. No jumping on his back and getting crushed.” The boy stared at her sternly and she rolled her eyes, splitting off down the conjoining corridor with a giddy feeling in her chest.
“What was that about getting crushed?” Lydia’s question faded into the background of hallway noise as Zaida wove through students, headed straight for Danny’s locker.
Surely enough, the dark-haired boy was swapping out his books, slipping his new ones into his backpack, when she approached him. “Hey Danny!” Zaida chirped and leaned against the wall of lockers.
“Hey Zaida,” Danny nodded to her in greeting, flashing her a winning smile.
“It’s good to see you back. I heard you were in the hospital.” She acted casually, hoping not to tip the boy off that anything was wrong.
“Yeah, didn’t you visit?” He asked casually, and her muscles stiffened in surprise.
“What? No, why would you think that?” Zaida chuckled in what she hoped was an inconspicuous manner.
“Oh, weird. I could have sworn I remember seeing you and Stiles…but I was on some pretty heavy drugs so maybe it was a dream.” He shrugged, brushing it off.
“Yeah, super weird.” Zaida laughed. “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d seen Ethan?”
“I don’t think he’s at school today and I haven’t heard from him all night.” Danny answered, shutting his locker. “What’d you need him for?”
“Oh, Lydia was having trouble getting through to Aiden so I just wanted to check with Ethan to see if everything was okay.” She lied swiftly.
“Maybe they’ve both got the flu or something?” Danny suggested.
“Yeah, that’s probably what’s up. Okay, well I should get going, but I’ll see you around.” Zaida waved the boy goodbye and started back in the direction she’d come from. If both of the twins weren’t at school and had gone radio silent…that could only mean they were preparing for something big. Whatever it was…couldn’t be good.
As she reached the main hall where she had only just split up with Lydia and Stiles, her phone began to ring, blaring Taylor Swift’s ‘The Archer’. She answered it quickly, bringin the device up to her ear. “Ali? How’d it go? Did you find them?” She asked.
“No,” The girl’s voice was low and heavy with emotion from the other end. “Dad knew they were never there. He gave himself up. Jennifer has him.”
“He did what?!” Zaida exclaimed, her heart falling into her stomach.
“They’re all going to die, Zay,” Allison was sobbing on the other end and she could hear Isaac in the background trying to comfort her.
“He wouldn’t have just given himself up to die, he must have had a plan.” Zaida reasoned with the huntress as she drew the pieces together. “The easiest way to find where Jennifer is keeping Stilinski and Melissa…was to get captured himself.”
“It doesn’t matter what his plan was. Since when have any of our plans worked?” Allison protested.
“We’re going to find them, okay? Just…hold on. I’m going to get Stiles and Lydia and we’ll figure something out.” Zaida promised.
“Just hurry,” Allison asked in a defeated tone. “We’re running out of time.”
As soon as Zaida hung up on the call and slipped her phone away into her skirt pocket, she felt a stab of panic jolt through her chest and her vision spun. Immediately losing her balance, she staggered sideways and into the wall of lockers with a loud slam. Her shoulder throbbed from the impact and a face with kind eyes swam in her vision.
“Hey, are you okay?” A girl from their grade - Sydney - asked her with worry etched into her features.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. Just dizzy,” Zaida painted a smile onto her face and forced herself to keep walking, even though the weight on her chest was crushing the air from her lungs the further she traveled.
She knew it wasn’t her own panic attack. She knew because she felt Stiles through that chestnut door. She felt the way his stomach churned and his breathing shallowed and his body shook with anxiety. Allison or Isaac must have delivered him the news. Following that feeling as it intensified, Zaida stumbled towards the locker rooms, figuring that must be where the boy was. Her palms were dripping with sweat and her pulse was racing as she trembled, heart beating against her ribcage like a drum. All of a sudden, her breathing stopped entirely as a sensation of shock overcame her - well, not her. Stiles. When the wave of shock subsided, she found her pulse evening out and her breathing mellowing.
“Stiles!” She gasped as she pushed past the door and into the boys' locker room, freezing in place when she found who she was looking for on the ground in the middle of the floor, bags strewn all over the place.
Time seemed to stand still as her muscles stiffened and her stomach sank. Stiles’ face was in-between Lydia’s hands as she kneeled before him, pulling away from being just inches apart as they heard her enter the room. Immediately Zaida’s heart clenched painfully in her chest, lips parting in shock. She only remembered to breathe when her lungs started to burn. What the hell?!
“Zay!” Lydia called out to her in alarm, immediately noticing her best friend’s crestfallen expression as she stood there like a deer in headlights, breaking her trance.
“Jennifer took Chris,” Zaida managed to croak out, not finding any other words to say that didn’t involve bursting into an infuriated string of curses…or tears. “But I guess you already know that.”
“Zaida-” Stiles began, knowing that she was not okay. He wasn’t a complete idiot - he knew what she had seen when she’d walked in. He could read the betrayal behind her hazel eyes that were now glassy with emotion she struggled to hold back.
On one hand, this meant that he hadn’t been imagining things in the ambulance the night before, or that morning - she truly had been flirting with him. There was more than friendship brewing there between them on both ends. On the other hand…he had just quite possibly ruined whatever chance he had. Nice one Stilinski, he admonished himself. His spike of stress at all of this was almost distracting enough to stop him from thinking about the fact that his dad's chances at survival had just halved. Almost - but not quite.
“Ethan and Aiden aren’t at school. They’ve both gone radio silent since last night, which leaves us with one last person to find. The one who may have orchestrated it herself.” Zaida continued, refusing to allow either of them to broach the subject by thrusting more important matters upon them.
She had no desire to talk about what she had walked in on. It was bad enough that they both noticed her reaction, and her cheeks burned in shame at what it undoubtedly revealed to Stiles about how she felt. She was stupid for ever allowing herself to hope that he had moved on from Lydia - that he would ever actually want her instead. That voice in her head started taunting her once more.
She wasn't good enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not strong enough. Not Enough.
But then, what was all of that this morning? What about him caring so much about her that he would betray Scott’s trust to help her kill Deucalion? What about the way he had caressed her face and held her hand and the way he’d glanced at her lips before Xander had interrupted them?
She’d thought that he’d moved on for good this time. She’d thought that he’d realised that she was the one who was always there. He has realised, and that’s why every time Lydia pushes him away, he comes running back. The thought entered her mind faster than she could brush it off, and now there was no forgetting it. She had always thought that once he saw that it was her who had his back - that it was her who cared for him - that he’d want her too. Clearly she was wrong. Clearly , all it meant to him was that she would be there to pick up the pieces every time Lydia shattered him. All it meant…was that she was the safe option. The backup plan. Maybe that was all that he really liked about her - that she had made herself so accessible to him.
Stop thinking about it.
No, it was much better to pretend it had never happened at all. Deucalion could be coming for her. Jennifer could be sacrificing Noah and Melissa as she stood there blinking like an idiot. They had bigger fish to fry than her unfortunate love-life. Pushing all thoughts about Lydia and Stiles aside, she focused on the immediate problem at hand. Jennifer had all three guardians. If she was waiting before killing them, she might not be anymore.
“...Morrell,” Lydia nodded awkwardly, guilt behind her wide green eyes. She was prepared to respect the fact that Zaida clearly did not want to talk about what had just happened - at least not right now, and definitely not in front of Stiles. She didn't want to push the girl - she clearly already felt awful enough, and it was all Lydia's fault. Why did she always seem to do this to her friends?
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Zaida took the lead, wanting to keep both Stiles and Lydia out of her sight as they rushed to the Guidance Counsellor’s office, only to find the door was open. A familiar-looking girl was waiting in the chair opposite the desk and there was no one else in sight.
“She’s not here,” Zaida announced disappointedly as the others caught up to her. She refused to look them in the eyes, instead staring at the blank wall and letting them take control of the situation.
“Are you here for Ms. Morrell?” Stiles asked her.
“No, I thought this was gym class.” The girl shot back sarcastically.
“Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny.” Lydia pursed her lips impatiently, clearly frustrated. “Do you know where she is?”
“If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for twenty minutes!” She didn’t back down despite the redhead’s attitude. “So, how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?”
“We're not here for a session.” Lydia stated with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“Well I am - and I've got some serious issues to work on.” The girl shrugged candidly - surprisingly open about her problems.
“Hey, wait, wait, wait - you're Danielle.” Stiles finally recognised the girl. “You're Heather's best friend.”
“I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week.” Danielle let out a heavy sigh.
Ah, so that was where Zaida had seen her before - at Heather’s party. The disaster of a party that had left Zaida drunkenly moping at Scott’s house. She supposed not much had changed since then. Her hopes had been raised only for her to be crushed - only this time, it had hurt so much more.
“Hold on - did you say Ms. Morrell's twenty minutes late?” Lydia backtracked distractedly.
“And I don't know why, either. She's always on time.” Danielle nodded.
“I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late.” Lydia agreed that something strange was up.
“...Then she's not late. She's missing.” Stiles landed on the only available answer.
“What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?” Lydia suggested a possible reason.
“Then I want to know what she knows.” Stiles lunged for the desk, opening the drawers and rifling through files.
“What are you doing?” Lydia questioned his actions. ‘Snooping’ was the word that came to Zaida’s mind, and under different circumstances she would have voiced it with a teasing tone. This time she kept quiet, unable to bring herself to speak to either of her friends at the moment.
“Trying to find her.” Stiles answered as he dug deeper.
“Those files are private!” Danielle exclaimed, outraged by his actions.
“Yeah, she's kind of right…” Lydia had to agree with the girl.
“That one's yours.” Stiles held a cream manilla folder out and the redhead snatched it from his hand.
“Let me see that.” She opened it across the table, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Wait, Lydia - that's your drawing.” Stiles looked up from where he was kneeled by the desk, noticing the sketch included in the loose papers within the file. Zaida couldn't hold back her eye roll - of course he recognised her artwork.
“Yeah, I know. It's a tree.” Lydia shrugged, confused as to why that was important to point out.
“Yeah. Good, too.” Danielle nodded as she peered at the sketch, impressed by it.
“Thank you.” The redhead looked at the girl in surprise.
“No, but that's the same one, though…” Stiles continued, getting up with a newfound spur of urgency. “The same one I always see you drawing in class.”
“So she likes drawing trees. Why the hell is that important?” Zaida finally snapped and both Stiles and Lydia looked downwards awkwardly, knowing the true source of her anger.
“No, but it's the exact same one. Don't you see? Give me your bag.” Stiles compared one of the drawings that Lydia was holding to another in the file. “There - see?”
Lydia finally relented, passing the boy her bag, and he searched through it and pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages to reveal dozens of the exact same drawing. Even Zaida stepped forward to get a close look and surely enough, every single line was the same - the same distance apart, the same thickness, the same length - simply adjusted to what appeared to be a perfect ratio across varying sized sketches.
“Okay, you can have my session.” Danielle pulled back and picked up her bag, appalled by the strangeness of it. “You got bigger issues.”
“What is this...?” Lydia mumbled in shock as the girl left the three of them in the office alone.
Suddenly something seemed to click from where Zaida was standing on the opposite side to them. From the way she was looking at it, it didn’t look like a tree at all, and maybe it wasn’t.
“...Turn it around,” She instructed quietly, and Stiles did as she asked, turning the drawing so it was facing Zaida the right side up - or what he thought was the right side up. “Now look at it.”
As he stared at the drawing the pieces finally fit. “I know where they are.” The boy recognised the drawing was not a tree at all, but rather the branches were a root system. “It's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be.”
“Peter and Derek know where it is,” Zaida added. “We’ve gotta talk to them.”
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“Stilinski!” A demanding voice called the boy’s naming, booming through the corridors as they tried to make a quick escape to head to Derek’s loft.
“Agh…” Stiles groaned at being caught and when Zaida looked over her shoulder to see who by, she recognised the FBI agent from the hospital - Scott’s dad. The boy turned to her and Lydia. “All right, look - go to Derek, okay? Tell them it's the root cellar, and they'll know where to go.”
“You too, purple shirt!” The agent added to his demand, beckoning her over along with Stiles.
“I have a name!” She shot right back, not caring that students were turning their heads to watch the exchange.
“Which is? You failed to mention it the last time we spoke.” The man arched his brow and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re an FBI agent - as if you haven’t looked me up.” She scoffed and then whipped back around to address Lydia. “Just go - we’ll meet up with you later.”
“Zay-” Lydia began as Stiles walked off, snatching the opportunity to talk to her best friend alone.
“I said ‘go’, Lydia.” Zaida insisted, muscles in her jaw twitching as she gritted her teeth.
“No, not until you tell me that we’ll at least talk about it later.” The redhead stood her ground stubbornly. “We promised each other that we wouldn’t let this get in-between us.”
“I know, okay? Just…just please leave. I don’t- I can’t think about this right now.” Zaida sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she lashed out in anger, knowing she would regret it later. But on the inside? On the inside she was screaming.
How could Lydia do this to her?! It wasn't like before when she could tell herself the girl was oblivious. She'd told her how she felt! Lydia knew what Stiles meant to her now - there was no excuse! She thought Lydia didn’t like him in that way - she'd said he wasn’t her type! Why didn’t the girl tell her if something had changed?! Why would Lydia do this? Why?!
Just…‘why? ’ Over and over again - ‘why? ’
“...Fine,” Lydia conceded, however her determination never waned. Zaida meant too much to her to let their friendship go. “But we are going to talk about it - when you’re ready.”
“I don’t have all day!” Agent McCall yelled from inside the classroom he’d dragged Stiles into.
“Yeah, I’m coming!” She shouted back at him, turning to Lydia one last time. “Just go tell Derek and Peter about the root cellar. We’ll worry about…the other thing, when this is all over.”
Lydia wasn’t exactly satisfied with that answer, but Zaida couldn’t bring herself to promise anything more than that. All she really wanted to do was change into an oversized t-shirt, shove her mouth full of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream and cry to sad movies and music as someone brushed her hair and told her it would be okay. That someone had always been Lydia, and that was what made this hurt even more. Why had she done this? Why?
“Nice of you to finally join us, Callis.” Scott’s father drawled as she trudged into the classroom and jumped up to sit on a desk.
“So you do know my name,” She cocked her head challengingly. “What do you want?”
“Did either of you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?” The man pointed at Stiles.
“No, what does that mean?” The boy played dumb. He’d memorised all of the police radio codes - as if he wouldn’t be aware of standard protocol like the time range for missing persons reports?
“It means he's officially missing.” Agent McCall answered. “Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?”
“If I did, why would I not tell you?” The boy reasoned as he leaned forward in his seat.
“If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?” The man shot back, clearly trying to manipulate the boy into spilling whatever secrets he believed he was harbouring.
“So, you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?” Stiles’ words dripped with sarcasm as he performed one of the most impressive verbal gymnastics routines Zaida had ever witnessed. If she wasn’t so incredibly made and hurt at the moment, she would have been proud of him.
“First, I have no idea what you just said.” The officer sighed tiredly. “Second, how about you just help me help you?”
“Well, I don't know how to help you, help me, tell you something that would help you if I don't know it!” Stiles continued and Zaida’s brain started to ache.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” Agent McCall accused him.
“I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go?” Stiles exclaimed irritably. They really didn’t have time for this right now.
“I know something,” Zaida spoke up, and waited until she captured the man’s attention, pausing for dramatic effect. “I know that I have nothing to do with this conversation, so why the hell am I here?”
Scott’s father took in a deep breath and shut his eyes, his patience thinning. “Your brother, Deputy Alexander Callista-Eliopoulos, recently went missing as well. Is that correct?” He shifted his line of questioning to her.
“No, actually, it’s not.” She retorted quickly. “My brother went out of town for a bit for personal reasons. He’s back, as of last night.”
“And you don’t think it’s strange that after one officer went missing - sorry, out of town - another is now gone?” He asked.
“If you’re asking us if the situations are related, then no.” Zaida snipped, not appreciating his insinuation. “Like I said, Xander had some personal errands to run. As far as I know, the town Sheriff is missing and you - a federal agent - are wasting time asking a bunch of useless questions to two teenagers who clearly have none of the answers you’re looking for.”
“Where are your other friends?” The man switched subjects.
“You mean Scott?” Stiles scoffed, noting how the man wouldn’t even say his own son’s name.
“I mean Scott…” He glanced down at his papers. Even the way he said Scott’s name was so robotic. “I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins, Ethan and Aiden...I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today.”
“We don't have a clique.” Stiles replied in a snarky tone.
“And if we did, Ethan and Aiden certainly wouldn’t be in it.” Zaida snorted at the notion.
“Stiles, Zaida, let’s be frank here. Come on, there's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months - several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious. And hey - your dad is missing.” The man stated once more, as if they somehow weren’t grasping the seriousness of the situation. They simply stared at him blankly, refusing to talk anymore. “Fine. But I don't want you going home alone. You have someone you can stay with tonight?”
“...He's with me.” A serene voice interrupted from the doorway, and both Stiles and Zaida were relieved to see Deaton standing there.
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heirceleste · 2 years ago
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list of plot holes and other weird shit from my teen wolf rewatch (currently halfway through season 5)
six seasons and not one took place over their summer break so the time line just never makes sense
scott turning 18 in season 3
isaac never being heard from again
cora hale
parish having sex dreams about lydia?
everything about lydia coming into her banshee powers and them basically ignoring them for the first three seasons despite using her abilities for their own benefit and at no point helping her actually figure shit out
danny mahealani. there was so much potential there! and bam nothing.
ms morell being deaton’s sister and also just disappearing??
like all of season four. meredith got done so dirty? and what even happened to her.
kira’s sudden surge of power and loss of control and the way she was just written off of the show
derek hale who is not just angry in the first two seasons but feels poorly written and inconsistent. like we get that he’s angry but he doesn’t have any personality aside from that?? so much lost potential i feel like all his character growth happened off screen
kate just disappearing but never dying?? go off ig
tattoos can be burned into skin even tho peter healed from being burned alive??
just ignoring being able to smell other werewolves after like s2 or 3
animal clinic is made of mountain ash which never applies to scott and his friends
scott’s dad just fucking off to the fbi home office and never coming back
melissa not being able to keep the electricity on but then everything is fine
the rules around being able to shift fully which only talia and then derek could do but whoops there’s theo!
stiles maybe being a druid/magic when deaton calls him a spark and just that entire episode setting up for stiles to be an emissary and nothing ever happening with it
lydia getting a choice about graduating and instead just taking a single class??
kira’s dad admitting to murder and nothing happens?
other packs existing in and around beacon hills and not a single one stepping in or doing something when all of season one happened
the queer bating!!
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writerofblocks · 2 years ago
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ANGST BE UPON YOU. Boss meme: IV - Troy, 8, 10, 15, 16
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Bridget my beloved [meme here]
IV. What is or was your Boss's relationship with Troy like? (Thank you, Melissa)
They initially butt heads in SR1, but Bridget’s still grateful for Troy saving her ass from getting shot, so it eventually develops into friendship. Then a romantic relationship gets sparked, despite Troy knowing that once the Saints are done with taking over Stilwater he’ll have to arrest her. This causes a rift when Bridget wakes up in SR2 (along with, y’know, the whole gang leader thing), with Bridget feeling like he strung her along. And on Troy’s end, Bridget’s increased sadism and sociopathy horrifies him. But by the end of SR2 and the break between SR2 and SR3, they’re both too tired to pretend they completely hate the other. For better or for worse, they’re the only people who understand the situation they’ve trapped themselves in, and the only people they can turn to for comfort on that front. They can’t put things back together the way things were, but maybe they can make something of the rubble.
8. Do they have other sexual or romantic connections?
Depends on the universe! I like to throw Bridget into everything, to be honest.
- In some universes, Bridget gets together with Johnny Gat instead. Or possibly both him and Troy 👀
@nocciolinafelice’s Dahlia Morelle
@vicekings’s Brynden Stark
@autumnyte's Alair Cabrera
…Subway Boss Ingo from Pokemon Black/White. (Brainrot from Pokemon Legends: Arceus got me. Send help. They have kids now.)
10. How has your Boss changed throughout the games/years?
She’s mellowed out considerably since her SR1/SR2 days. Therapy helped considerably, along with actually being diagnosed with/receiving medication for ADHD. She knows it undermines her authority as the Boss, but the truth is, she’s tired. She’s made so many bad mistakes, so many choices made in anger. It’s why she’s a lot… calmer’s not the right word in SR3 and beyond, but less feral and sadistic and more thinking about the consequences.
15. Are there any small things about them in the canon that you've really run with in your headcanon?
The Boss’s love of Jane Austen ended up multiplying into new headcanons. Bridget’s favorite book is Pride and Prejudice (though she rarely admits it), and she actually has a BA in English from Stilwater U (it’s up to you whether that really counts as an education, given the college’s, uh, distinct lack of accreditation.
Also the fact that she’s a fucking lightweight. Never fails to make me laugh.
16. Is there anything from the games you've drastically avoided or downplayed in your headcanon?
Johnny’s disappearing tats, for one. Give him his tats, you cowards.
Also in my main timeline I avoid the whole World Blowing Up thing. On the one hand, avenging the earth does give the crew a driving force. On the other hand, I like my earth not blown to shit. It’s always felt like a product of the rushed writing to me, that they needed a reason why most of the old saints couldn’t help/be in the game. Plus the idea of pissing off Zinyak by ruining his shit while going “I’m still in the Simulation, I didn’t violate your ‘don’t leave or I’ll blow up the earth’ ultimatum, I’m not touching you, I’m not touching yooouuu” is hilarious to me.
Also I have ignored Volition’s collective decision to ignore Troy’s existence and he is integrated into Bridget’s canon more closely.
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random assortment of things my Teen Wolf rewrite would include:
Allison lives (Aiden dies in her place so Lydia still is emotionally involved with the person whose name she screams)
Isaac dies in Aiden's place, because I need some kinda tradegy and this would impact Scott, Allison and Melissa (and Derek)
Derek leaves with Cora after 3A, he returns for Isaac's funeral and has a heart-to-heart with Scott, he also entrusts his loft to Ethan
Ethan and Danny stay, and live in the loft (and they actually make it a comfortable living space cause wth was that Derek)
Danny gets to do his hacker stuff in S4
Kate is dead for good and never comes back
Peter returns in S2 and stays a villain, takes control of kanima in hopes of killing Derek that way while he's weak, he fails, he's dead for good
both Scira and Stalia take a lot longer to develop, Allison needing to push both Kira and Scott cause they don't wanna hurt her which she reassures them they aren't
Stalia happens mid S4 as Malia attempts to act more human, and apparently that means having a boyfriend and she likes Stiles the most so that makes sense right? Stiles goes along with it, and tries to convince himself this relationship is more than it is
jealous Lydia and very amused Allison, no hostility between Lydia and Malia though, Lydia is actually worried about both her and Stiles with their weird relationship
Malia is a biological Tate and there's an arc about her dad finding out about the supernatural and her killing her fam
much more Morell and Deaton (Morell infiltrates Eichen cause something ain't right there, Stiles gets himself involved during his stay)
Malia doesn't go to Eichen, Morell is used to pressure Stiles instead
Tracy lives, after her resurrection she's heavily influenced by her kanima side which treats Theo as her master, and isn't quite in control but sometimes snaps out of it, in one of her lucid episodes she begs Scott to just kill her and in the end he decides to bite her in an attempt to change her (he succeeds and Tracy becomes a werewolf)
also Donovan is brought back for the chimera pack (and murderized by Theo later on)
etc etc (if u thought this was a lot... oh boy there's so much more)
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The master isn’t “of Traken”, it’s Tremas that was: and since Nyssa is his daughter she inherits it like it’s a surname.
“Of Traken” also references the serial name “the Keeper of Traken”. Keepers are “of Traken”, and tremas was going to be the keeper, Shayla, Kassia, Luvic, the Denis Carey one, and the one from astronomers apprentice, they’re all “of Traken”.
People also get to be Consuls of Traken, Proctors of Traken, Fosters of Traken. Those from consular nobility not with any of those titles are Ladies or Lords of Traken.
Other people like commoners may go by of Traken or consider themselves of Traken and use it as part of their names.
In my mind it’s a translation of “Trakenei”. Which literally means of Traken, but can also be translated as Trakenite. Or as just Traken. It’s literally the name Traken with a possessive ending.
Basically her full title is Trakenei Nissa Ivat. Which translates as Lady Nyssa of Traken, but would translate as Lord Nyssa of Traken if she were a boy.
Same for other species who tend to go surnameless having their own planets 🪐 at the end. Soldeed of Skonnos, Binro of Ribos, Yrcanos of Krontep. Though I assume propably there were various naming conventions on those planets. Even Adric is Adric of Alzarius.
Some Trakenites might have had surnames in the past. Actually, I’ve seen a concept of them using their parents names. So it would be:
Nyssa child of Tremas and Lucina - Trimasjad Lucinajad Nissa.
I’ve found green to be a better way to distinguish Trakenite speech. 🎤
Which is actually various languages. Nyssa is a native speaker of what I call the Lasmian or Trakenite language -
Lasmiei Kalia.
Luvic in my mind natively speaks Solarian language. Solaramu Acalu.
Luukogu Alemgu Luvik, Trakenou Luvik
This still translates to Luvic child of Luuko and Alem, and to Luvic of Traken
And the most formal way to refer to Nyssa in her native language Lasmian would be:
Trakenei Trimasjad Lucinajad Nissa Ivat
Which means: Lady Nyssa child of Tremas and Lucina of Traken. I realize the of Traken would distinguish them from another planet in the Union. So if there was a Trakenite from planet Felmez, their full name would be:
av’Felmez ko’Fzari ko’Ltosi Tgani in their native language
Flemzei Fzarijad Ltosijad Tgani in Lasmian
Tgani, child of Fzari and Ltosi of Felmez in English.
If Traken weren’t destroyed but Nyssa still married Tegan or Adric or both, they could technically inherit the Ivat title by marriage.
“Lady Tegan Melissa Jovanka, child of William and Joy, of Earth, Traken, and Alzarius” is a mouthful I can only try to attempt: “Alzariei Trakenei Artiei Uiliamjad Joijad Tigan Melisa Jovanika Ivat” which sounds bad on Traken.
“Lord Adric Jovanka, child of Morell and Talisa, of Earth, Traken, and Alzarius” is simpler: “Alzariei Trakenei Artiei Morelljad Talisajad Adrik Jovanika Ivat”
“Lady Nyssa Jovanka, child of Tremas and Lucina, of Earth, Traken, and Alzarius” is: “Alzariei Trakenei Artiei Trimasjad Lucinajad Nissa Jovanika Ivat”
Wow now I’m glad that doesn’t have to happen! So with Traken gone the rules are more lax.
After marrying Tegan, Nyssa is known as Nyssa Traken Jovanka. Trakenei Nissa Jovanika. Or more in full: Trakenei Trimasjad Lucinajad Nissa Jovanika Ivat. But Tegan doesn’t get the Ivat title (can be translated as princess/prince too, not just lady/lord) (I count Nyssa as lady of the manor as still being the Ivat title)
Tegan marries Nyssa but doesn’t use a Trakenite name beyond Tigan Melisa Jovanika.
This also extends to their children.
Laverne Tremas Jovanka is an aboriginal Australian. He was born in 1990, and adopted by Tegan in the early 1990’s. His Trakenite name is Lavern Trimas Jovanika.
Neeka Tegan Traken and Adric Serenous Traken were born on Terminus in 3692 and 3695 respectively (which correspond to 1995 and 1998), from genetic engineering between Nyssa and Lasarti. Neeka is named after the pronounciation “Jovanika” but also working as a both Traken and earth origin name, with Tegan being from Tegans own first name. Lasarti is also a Jovanka-Verney-Frazer descendant. I see his surname as Kimaoglu (Turkish) or Lasarti Kimaoolu
Adric Serenous is named after Adric with Serenous being literally the English word Serenous, as in sleep as in Adric died.
So it’s
Neeka Tegan Traken Kimaoglu (Trakenei Eileimei Lasartijad Nissajad Niika Tigan Kimaoolu Ivat)
And
Adric Serenous Traken Kimaoglu (Trakenei Eileimei Lasartijad Nissajad Adrik Serenus Kimaoolu Ivat)
And I see it where Nyssa and Tegan married and it brought their respective estranged sons back in the family
But often I see them as growing up together in the same family and that Neeka and Adric are Tegan and Nyssas kids together and lasarti is a descendant of one of them.
So you’ve got, in one family:
Tegan Melissa Jovanka, Nyssa Traken Jovanka (Trakenei Trimasjad Lucinajad Nissa Jovanika Ivat), Laverne Tremas Jovanka (Artiei Tiganjad Nissajad Lavern Trimas Jovanika Ivat), Neeka Vanessa Jovanka (Artiei Tiganjad Nissajad Niika Vanessa Jovanika Ivat), Adric Serenous Jovanka (Artiei Tiganjad Nissajad Adrik Serenus Jovanika Ivat) - they’re long and propably wouldn’t get used anymore by Tegan and Nyssas grandkids.
Also technically those are Balkan names or at least earth origin, not Trakenite ones. A lot of Trakenite names are WAY more unearthly and Nyssa is lucky her name (and those of most of the other named Trakenites in tKoT) also fits on Earth.
They’ve also got two robots, Loki and Kaori. Those are also earth origin names and they are earth/human empire technology.
In short:
Loki - Norse earth origin, kaori - Japanese earth origin, Neeka - after the surname Jovanka, Vanessa - after Tegans aunt, Laverne - also earth origin, tremas - after Nyssas father, Adric - after the dead Alzarian, Serenous - actual English word.
Even the name lasarti I see as related to the basque surname lasarte. There is a colonel pereira mentioned in terminus, and in my mind serenity is of Iberian/hispanic origin , they just use a source named prophecy and also happen to be where kwundaar first invented the source and Melkur. Autolycus Ebbko is a basque character to me.
Loki is a 36th century technology but kaori is 51th century technology and their functions are different.
Kaori was named by Magnus greel. Loki was named by Nyssa after her own time in terminus.
Laverne was named by Tegan who wanted to name him Andrew at first, after Andrew Verney. But she named him after the sitcom instead. And used tremas as the middle name after Nyssas side of the family.
Neeka then was named by Nyssa after Tegans side of the family.
And Adrics name was chosen by both as he was born on the anniversary of Adrics death. Nyssa also picked the word Serenous from a dictionary.
Nyssa also choose to spell her fathers name as Tremas instead of Trimas because… well actually that was UNIT due to association with the Master. In fact, it arose from a conversation between the Ainley Master and George Trenchard. Yes they keep in touch.
Nyssa also spells her name with an Y because that’s how Tegan imagined it
Of course in real life the names sound earthly because they’re names from a show that was written on earth, 🌍 so alien characters and far future characters often have meaningful earth based names. In-universe their names have other origins, but out of universe there’s usually a meaning related to the characters personalities.
nyssa of traken is such a horrifying name. it's her planet. it's not a surname or a byname or what have you... it's her entire planet. she doesn't even get her own name. and the worst thing is, 'of traken' genuinely does work to identify her, because there is almost nobody else left in the universe that it could possibly refer to... except the master.
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newsbites · 2 years ago
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News from NL, Canada, 9 June
The Minister of Transportation and Infrastructure plans to meet with representatives of the Newfoundland and Labrador Association of Private and Professional Employees (NAPE) to address concerns about staffing levels among water bomber pilots.
NAPE claims that staffing levels are at an all-time low despite an increased demand for water bomber services due to mutual agreements with other jurisdictions.
The Minister states that recruitment efforts are ongoing and a new pilot has recently been hired.
2. A man was arrested and taken to the city lock-up after a theft at a business in downtown St. John's.
The man appeared before the judge on charges of theft and breaching release orders.
The joint funding announced yesterday aims to improve safety in the capital city's downtown.
3. A man is facing charges of endangering safety after being removed from a Delta Airlines flight in Stephenville.
The officers' actions in taking the man into custody are being investigated by SIRT.
The accused is facing charges related to interfering with the duty of the flight crew and lessening their ability to perform their duties.
4. A 19-year-old man from Stephenville Crossing has been arrested and charged in connection with two recent commercial break-ins in the area.
The accused is facing charges of break and enter, possession of break-in instruments, theft under $5,000 and possession of property obtained by crime.
The subsequent investigation resulted in evidence linking the man to a break-in at Shea’s Pharmacy on Saturday.
5. A serious motor vehicle collision has occurred on a section of the Trans Canada Highway near George's Lake.
6. The RNC have located 14-year-old Melissa Morell, who was the subject of an Amber Alert on Thursday evening.
Three people are facing charges in relation to the abduction of a St. John's girl, with investigations ongoing.
7. The Downtown Safety Coalition is receiving joint funding from the Department of Justice and the city to address safety concerns in the downtown area.
The coalition aims to increase the reporting of crime in order to provide the RNC with a baseline to address the issue.
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March 11-April 1, Washington
I over did it while working on the floor again, and had to take it easy for a week, which coincided with Gae’s trip to Seattle for a doctors appointment.
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Gae was working on a speech for Toastmasters that involved a story of her time in the military, where she had to have a custom (tiny) hat made. She had to have the real numbers for her speech... 21 1/2, vs. her fat head husband who measured in at 23 1/4. It’s a shame head size doesn’t relate to intelligence! 
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Gae chaperoned another school outing on March 17th... walking the Peabody Creek trail from the Hurricane Ridge visitor center to the waterfront at Hollywood Beach.
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Our Buddy Melissa came out for a visit on the 17th, and we got a chance to check out Dungeness Spit on the 19th on her way back home. SOOO nice to have visitors!
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Gae decided to give herself a facial on the 21st... yow!
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Gae arrived at our son’s home on the 22nd in West Seattle for her Orthopedic visit, where she got this picture of Rob’s Wall Of Plants!
Her Doctor’s office didn’t bother to notify her that the appointment changed location to a First Hill location, and with no car or time to get there (she was 25 minutes early for the scheduled location), had to cancel the appointment. Talk about unprofessional!
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Gae was thrilled to gather with her West Seattle Ward for lunch at Buddha Ruska on the 24th, providing some fun to a Dr. wasted 3 hour trip to Seattle.
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I hired a portable saw-mill company to slab up the downed tree in our front yard... a bit pricey, but I feel better about the use, rather than firewood.
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Gae joined the Garden Club for a meeting about an upcoming event they organize... Streamfest!
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Gae ran across Morels in one of our garden beds... finally I have something to thank the deer for:-)
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I dragged home the parts of a trampoline off Craigslist, which provided a structure for covering the slabs. Funky, but Functional!
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Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)
Director - Robert Benton, Cinematography - Néstor Almendros
"Ted, you don't seem to realize we have a serious problem."
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kaitlinj16 · 5 years ago
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"Have you talked to him since that night?"
- Ms. Marin Morell
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thisdiscontentedwinter · 3 years ago
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Last night I had an idea, what if the adults in Teen Wolf were flipped? What would be different? Stiles growing up with Claudia and Sheriffs shadow, understood but not well connected to the police? Scott having a FBI dad and an absent Melissa, maybe even more unsupervised. Would Lydia and Jackson be different? Would Allison? (Tho matriarch Geraldine as a villain!) Morell instead of Deaton as their only resource. And of course Aunt Petra going on a revenge killing spree in season 1.
DW: I think this would make a great series of fics, as a way to really dig into the characters.
Raphael, bitching about the local cops, so Scott finds out about a body in the woods that way. Maybe this time it's him that decides to go out and look for it, or maybe he tells Stiles about it and Stiles is the one who decides they're going to check it out.
Maybe in this AU we make Lydia the adopted kid, and Jackson has her parents instead?
Claudia is the wildcard, of course, because I don't think we ever found out what she did for a living. Suddenly I have a need to see her as a park ranger in the Preserve, so Stiles has spent his childhood getting dragged out there on weekends when she has to work.
And of course he just can't stay away from that burned down house in the woods...
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BFCD Masterlist: Video Game Characters
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List will be updated as characters are introduced to the blog. Feel free to continue to submit characters as I do not play or really know video games and those that I didn’t find in searching/research, were fewer in number than the ones that I happened across or found by sifting.
Edit: The asterisk is for voice actors and I only included the Black female voice actors. That’s why they don’t all have them. (Some of them were for whatever reason voiced by some nonblack).
Alyx Vance Half Life * Ozioma Akagha | Amanda Amanda the Adventurer | Amanda Stern - Detroit Become Human * Simbi Khali | Anaya Imanu - Tombraider * Melissa Lloyd | Angrboda - God of War: Ragnarok * Laya DeLeon Hayes | Aveline De Grandpre - Assassins’ Creed
Bangalore (Anita Williams) - Apex Legends * Erica Luttrell | Billie Lurk/Megan Foster - Dishonored 2 * Rosario Dawson | Bow Kid - A Hat in Time | Bunny Brawler - Fortnite
Calamity - Fortnite | Charlotte Harmon - Life is Strange | Chondra Unkrich - YIIK: A Postmodern RPG | Citra Talugmai Far Cry | Clash (Morowa Evans) - Rainbow Six Siege * Sophia Walker | Claudette Morel - Dead by Daylight |  Clementine - The Walking Dead Game
Daisy Fitzroy - Bioshock Infinite * Kimberly Brooks | Darli Dagger - Samurai Shodown | Doctor Slone - Fortnite * Mara Junot | Dolores - The King of Fighters
Efi Oladele Overwatch | Eileen the Crow - Bloodborne * Jacqueline Boatswain | Elena - Street Fighter * Eva La Dare (Karen Dyer) | Eliza Skullgirls | Élodie Rakoto - Dead by Daylight | Eurydice - Hades The Game * Francesca Hogan
Flint - Brute Force * Monnae Michaell | Fliss Dubois ( Félicité DuBois)  - Man of Medan * Ayisha Issa | Frey Holland - Forspoken *  Ella Balinska
Grace - Fighting Vipers | Grace Sienar - Star Wars: Squadrons * Erica Luttrell | Grace Walker - Wolfenstein * Debra Wilson
Holiis Forsythe - Psychonauts * Kimberly Brooks 
Ikora Rey - Destiny The Game * Mara Junot |  Imani��- Paladins | Isabelle Moreau - Desperados
Jacqui Briggs - Mortal Kombat * Danielle Nicolet, Megalyn Echikunwoke | Jade - Mortal Kombat |  Joslin Reyes Tomb Raider * Tanya Alexander | Julianna Blake - Death Loop * Ozioma Akagha
Kanna - Blast Master Zero | Kate Alen - F Zero
Lancer - Rogue Company | Layla Ellison - Redfall * Noveen Crumbie | Lifeline - Apex Legends | Liz Tuttle - Hogwarts Mystery | Lola Rembrite - Huniepop | Lydia Daybreak - Paradise Killer * Elli Osili Wood 
Mary - Pop N’ Music | Marina - Splatoon | Marlene - The Last of Us * Merle Dandridge | Melusi - Rainbow Six Siege * Sibongile Mlambo
Nadine Ross - Uncharted | Nilin - Remember Me | Nora Harris - The Last of Us * Chelsea Tavares | Nyoka - The Outer Worlds
Oerba Dia Vanille - Final Fantasy | Olara Horizon Zero Dawn | Olive Specter - The Sims |  Orisa Overwatch *Cherrelle Skeete |
Piranha Jet Set Radio | Plastic - Mirror’s Edge * Ozioma Akagha | Purna Jackson - Dead Island
Rae Sloane - Star Wars Aftermath | Raze Tayane Alves - Valorant | Regina Jones - Lily’s Garden | Riley Abel - The Last of Us *Yaani King | Robin Ayou - Subnautica Sub-Zero * Kimberly D. Brooks | Rochelle - Left 4 Dead | Rose Chapman - Detroit Become Human | Roxy Laveau - Mafia *  Kalilah Harris
Samina Ebadji - Horizon Zero Dawn * Jaye Jacobs | Senna - League of Legends * Kimberly Brooks | Shani Beyond Good and Evil | Shaunte By WayForward |  Sheva Alomar - Resident Evil * Karen Dyer | Shinobu Jacobs - No More Heroes *Kimberly Brooks | Shola - Zombie Army 4: Dead War | Stella - Spiritfarer | Sunny - Calico 
Talanji - World of Warcraft * Susan Wokoma | Talia - Lolirock | T-Bug - Cyberpunk 2077 | Tilly Jackson - Red Dead Redemption *  Meeya Davis-Glover
Vella Tartine - Broken Age *  Masasa Moyo | Vivienne de Fer - Dragon Age Inquisition 
Zahra - Indivisible *Secunda Wood | Zo - Horizon Zero Dawn  * Erica Luttrell | Zoey Wade - Choices: Stories You Play
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Tell me your
-Top 10 favourite characters
-5 characters you dislike
-Top 10 favourite ships
-5 things you want in the movie
-reason you started watching the show ?
-reason you like this show so much?
TOP 10 CHARACTERS:
[in no particular order]
Scott Mccall (10 excluding scott bcoz he is my no.1)
Malia Tate
Derek Hale
lydia martin
isaac lahey
mason hewitt
liam dunbar
melissa mccall
chris argent
deucalion
theo raeken s6
5 CHARACTERS YOU DISLIKE:
[in no particular order]
Stiles Stilinski (blame the fandom)
Kate argent
Tamara Monroe
theo raeken s5
Gerard argent
TOP 10 FAVOURITE SHIPS:
[in no particular order]
SCALIAAAA
Scisaac
thiam
layden
Draeden
Morey
Dethan
McArgent (Melissa-Chris)
Malira
Scydia
5 THINGS I WANT IN THE MOVIE:
[in no particular order]
SCALIA
SCALIA
SCOTT MALIA TOGETHER
SCALIA FOREVER
MORE SCALIA
REASON I STARTED WATCHING TEEN WOLF:
This might seem unreal because i have proven to be nothing but a hater but while most people say they started watching teen wolf for DoB, i didn't watch it because of him. i always thought he was an overrated guy and one thing i hate the most on social media- over hyped, pr driven celebs. So one day when i got to know dylan is NOT the main character of the show by a twitter mutual (yeah i too, like most people who didn't watch the show thought dob was the main character) i planned to watch the show along with tvd which i always wanted to watch because of the famous love triangle track. every day 1-1 episode of both shows... but tvd got boring for me and i binge watched the whole teen wolf series in a week. i could rant about it all day but lemme conclude this with that, i am grateful to be introduced to scott mccall. i was a different person before he came into my life.
REASON I LIKE THIS SHOW
I don't know where to start lmao
1. The lack of daily soap drama in this show is what makes me obsessed with more and more everyday. like first of all, there is no girl fighting other girl over a fucking boy. erica-allison doesn't count because erica only wanted to provoke allison. i love how jeff skips the melodrama.
2. The women, each and every woman from lydia allison kira malia, melissa, noshiko, jennifer, kali, kate, victoria hayden, braeden, monroe, morell satomi, Lori & even natalie martin.... each and every woman brave, bold, awesome and BADASS in their own way. one thing about jeff, he knows how to write strong women. heros or villians. each female character on that show is strong and badass as hell.
3. The bond, the chemistry between characters 🤌
4. Hot people. Hot beautiful and sexy men & women.
5. Scott Mccall
i have more but can't think of it now.
Thanks for asking me this question!!
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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.36
Word Count: 2,204
Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Rafael McCall, Scott McCall (mentioned), Noah Stilinski, Reader
Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: angst, cliffhanger 
A/N: --- 
Masterlist        Series Masterlist
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You sat down on a chair, waiting at the front of the hospital. The police were on their way to the hospital, while everyone left, leaving you and Stiles there.
The two of you sat quietly, both lost in your thoughts. Your mind drifted off to your conversation with Deucalion, as Stiles thought of his best friend, his father. Melissa.
“I just don't get why he went with them,” Stiles whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as he rested his head in his hands.
“He thought he was doing the right thing. Don't get mad at him,” you said.
You heard the front door open, as your head shot up, your face immediately dropping as you saw the man standing there, wearing a suit and a badge. 
“S-Stiles,” you pulled his arm, as he looked up.
“Is… Is that…” he started.
“Yeah, it is,” you clenched your jaw, holding in your anger as you ran your fingers through your hair.
He walked towards the two of you, looking at the two of you.
“A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. Not surprised,” he scoffed.
“Agent McCall,” you said.
“And (Y/L/N). Not surprised, your mother and Stilinski were close, if memory serves,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.
“You wanna tell me why no one’s been able to contact your dad?”
Melissa, your mother, and Sheriff Stilinski had known each other for a while, and Melissa confided in the two of them. You knew what happened. 
“I don’t know, I haven't seen him in a couple of hours,” Stiles shrugged.
“Is he drinking like he used to?” you looked up at him, glaring.
“What are you talking about? He never had to stop,” Stiles shook his head.
“But he did have to slow down,” Rafael started.
“You’re the last person who should be talking about other people’s drinking habits,” you muttered, looking down at your nails.
“Pardon?” he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you.
“Oh, you heard me right, sir. If you’re trying to imply or say anything about Sheriff Stilinski, take a nice, long look at yourself first,” you stood up, continuing to look into his eyes as you clenched your fist.
“(Y/N)!” Stiles hissed, standing up as he put his hand on your arm, holding you back.
“Listen here, (Y/N),” he started, putting his finger up.
“If you have anything important to ask us, might as well get to it,” you crossed your arms.
He went quiet, clenching his jaw before replying.
“What happened here?” he asked.
“I don’t know, we were trapped in the elevator the whole time,” Stiles lied, rubbing his head as he slumped in his chair.
“So, you don't know anything about the name written on the wall?” he asked.
“What name?”
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“Oh, use your brain, Argent. She’s coming after you next!” you exclaimed as the four of you walked into their apartment.
“Well, I haven't lived up to the role recently,” he shrugged.
“That doesn't change shit. She went after Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa. Your name was written on the walls, in blood,” you sighed.
“I think Morell was giving us a warning. She knows more than she lets on,” Allison started.
“The counselor?” Chris raised an eyebrow.
“Deaton’s sister. Who seems to know everything about everything. I wouldn't be surprised,” you agreed.
“Okay, fine. Say I’m next. We can still make a plan and get her before she gets me,” Chris laid open his map, as the four of you gathered around the table.
“The bank,” you immediately said.
“It makes sense. That’s the only place where she failed her sacrifice. Deaton,” Stiles said.
“Let’s get some weapons then.”
---
You stood by the table, staring down at the guns and blade anxiously as you took deep breaths, feeling your heart racing. You couldn't hear anything else. 
You held a gun in your hands, closing your eyes as you put it down, exhaling sharply.
“(Y/N),” Chris put his hand on your shoulder as you opened your eyes.
“Yeah?” you asked, turning to him.
“You coming?” he asked.
“N-No,” you shook your head.
“What? What do you mean no?” Stiles immediately asked, eyes on you.
“You have Stiles and Allison. You don’t need me there,” you shrugged.
“I thought you hated Jennifer?” Chris asked.
“I do. But, you guys can do it. And look who’s here to help,” you motioned to the door, as Isaac stood there nervously.
“I don’t know how to use a gun, or how to shoot an arrow, but I’m getting pretty good with these,” he revealed his claws.
“Bye, Chris,” you waved before anyone could stop you, walking to the door as Isaac ran to you.
“Wait, Cora isn’t waking up and she’s at the loft. Also, Peter's looking for you,” Isaac said.
“Peter? Eww, why?” you scrunched your face in disgust.
“I-I don’t know. But, do you know any spell o-or anything that can help Cora?” he asked.
“I’ll look. Just stay safe, kid,” you gave him a small smile before leaving.
---
You stood in front of the loft, already regretting going over. But you needed to help Cora in whatever way you could. As mad as you were at Derek, something about being around the Hales seemed to make you calm unless that Hale was Peter.
You could never think of a time where you and Peter got along, not even before the fire.
You knocked at the door, pausing for a few seconds before the door slid open, Derek looking at you, slightly shocked. His eyes were red like he’d been crying as you gave him a soft look.
“What are you doing here?” he asked softly.
“Cora,” you inhaled softly.
He moved aside, letting you in. You could already feel some tension in the air as you gripped onto your grimoire.
“Thanks for coming,” he said.
You nodded as you opened your mouth, before shaking your head. But you had to know how much he heard about your conversation with Deucalion.
As you turned to face him, you saw him sit next to Cora once more, holding her hand as black veins appeared on his arms, taking her pain.
Her body began shaking slightly, letting out low groans.
Derek exhaled sharply, letting go of her hand as he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
Your face dropped slightly, as you looked into your grimoire, beginning to research.
---
A few hours had passed by, as you made no progress, continuing to run your head softly as you looked through your books.
“Boo,” you immediately turned around, reciting a spell softly as you pushed Peter to the side, hearing him groan.
“I knew it. You’re turning into a demon, aren't you?” Peter immediately asked.
“What the hell is your problem? How do you know?” you asked, pulling him aside as you looked around for Derek before turning to him.
“It’s obvious. So, who did you kill?” he asked.
“None of your business. So, if you’ll excuse me while I look for a spell to save your niece,” you muttered, turning back to your books.
“Does Derek know who you killed?” he asked.
“No,” you rolled your eyes.
“Does Cora know who you killed?” he asked again.
“No,” you rested your head in your hands, attempting to avoid Peter as he continued asking you questions.
“Does Isaac know who you killed?” he asked.
“Shut up before I make you my second kill, how about that?” you said, giving him a sarcastic smile before focusing back on your grimoire.
“I wonder if Derek even knows what you're turning into. I mean, he saw your eyes, obviously. Wonder if he put two and two together,” Peter wondered aloud.
“Well, he said he heard my conversation with Deucalion. But I don’t know what he heard,” you replied, exhaling softly.
“What’s going on?” Derek walked down the stairs, to the two of you.
You leaned against the table, shaking your head.
“(Y/N) wants to know how much you heard in her conversation with Deucalion,” Peter said.
You immediately hit his arm, pushing him aside as you glared at him.
“You asked Deucalion how he knew so much about you… he told you about the spell, a-and…” you looked at him, as he faced you, looking into your eyes.
“And that's it,” he said.
“So you don’t know she’s turning into a demon, great,” Peter gave you a small smirk.
“What?” Derek gasped, as you broke eye contact with him.
“Oh, I’m really gonna kill you now,” you clenched your jaw, eyes black as you stared at him.
“Then do it,” he shrugged.
You gave him a look, as he continued to give you a cocky smile before you clenched your fist, looking away from him.
“Wait… if you’re becoming a demon… that means… who did you kill?” he asked softly.
“Don’t worry about it. I need to keep finding a way to help Cora,” you turned your back to him, rubbing your head once more as it continued to ache.
Headaches were never a good sign.
“(Y/N), what happened?” he asked.
“Nothing! Stop asking me all these questions and let me find a way to help Cora,” you yelled.
“I just wanted to know…” he started.
“I know! I said not to worry about it, so the both of you just shut up and drop it!” you clenched your fist, digging your nails into your palm as you took a deep breath, eyes black as you tried to control your emotions.
“I’m sorry,” Derek said.
“I know,” you replied.
“You know, there’s a way Derek can help Cora,” Peter said.
“What? What are you talking about?” the two of you turned to face him.
“Well…”
---
“Forget it. That’s insane,” you shook your head.
“It could work,” Derek said.
“Or it could kill you. You’re not seriously considering this, are you?” you scoffed.
He stayed quiet, looking out the window as he crossed his arms.
“Are you joking? Forget it, Peter,” you scoffed.
“It’s not your call, (Y/N),” he said.
“Derek?” you walked to Derek, putting your hand on his arm softly.
“How do you do it?” he asked softly.
You could feel your heart aching as you ran your fingers through your hair.
“No. You could die,” you shook your head.
“I need to save Cora,” he said.
“No. Just give me some more time to find something to save her,” you said.
“How much more time? (Y/N), you’ve been here for a day! You haven't found anything yet and every second brings Cora closer to death. I don’t want to lose her, (Y/N),” he closed his eyes tightly, exhaling sharply.
“What happens if we lose you? What happens if you die?” you didn't notice as your eyes watered and your voice broke.
“(Y/N),” he sighed.
“Don’t do this. I will find something, I-I just have to look a little harder,” you shook your head, looking up at him.
The two of you looked at each other briefly before hearing a knock on the door, as you shook your head, wiping your eyes as you walked away from him.
You saw Peter move aside, Lydia standing in front of him.
“Lydia?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah… I kinda need your help.”
---
“This is gonna hurt. Well, for you,” you gave Peter a fake smile as you put his hands on his head, closing your eyes.
“Ostende mihi qui absconditus est,” you heard Peter groan as you continued looking through his memories, feeling a painful shock emit throughout your body.
“Holy shit!” you gasped, letting go of Peter as he fell to the ground, while you stumbled back, gripping your aching head.
“What happened?” Derek asked.
“Your mom locked it up good. I can’t see where the Nemeton is,” you sighed.
“So, I guess I’ll call Lydia then,” Peter muttered, leaving the two of you.
“Are you okay?” you both asked each other.
You chuckled softly.
“Are you okay?” you asked again.
“I’ll be okay if Cora’s okay,” he said softly.
“She will be okay. We’ll figure this out,” you said.
“(Y/N), I’m really, really sorry. None of that should’ve happened and I’m so sorry that I hurt you, I just… I’m sorry,” he held your hand as your eyes watered slightly.
You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. You put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly as he closed his eyes.
For a moment, you felt calm, you felt at peace. 
What are you doing?
You heard Cora begin to cough as your attention dropped to her.
“Cora?” Derek and you ran to her.
Her body began shaking violently as she gasped for breath.
“H-Her heart… she’s dying,” Derek stuttered.
“No, no she’ll be… I have to…” you ran to your grimoire, flipping through it anxiously as your eyes watered, looking for anything to help.
“If I die, just know that I still love you,” Derek whispered.
“What? Wait, Derek, please,” you said shakily.
“There's no time!” he yelled.
He held her hands, as you saw black veins run throughout his arms and body.
He yelled out in pain, as he continued going.
“Derek!”
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May I ask 2 and 41 for the TV ask game?
2. if you could have saved one TV show from cancellation, which one would it be?
Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles.
Now admittedly there's a long line of series up on this list, but T:tscc was just such an awesome show left on one of the worst cliffhangers possible.
Second place being 'Pushing Daisies', which had to rush it's ending after finding out it was cancelled. It was just such a nigh perfect show and I still miss it.
(this one is a repeat cause I just answered this one...)
41. if you could change 1 detail about any show, what would you change and why?
Only one?
I'd focus Teen Wolf more on Scott, and spend more time on Scott's trauma, and how it affects him.
(or if that's considered too much, I'd spend more time on Melissa's reaction to finding out Scott is a werewolf. For example, I'd let Scott have that conversation with Morell in the ep right after Fury)
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