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mccall-appreciation · 7 years ago

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how beautiful it was to be anything at all.

word count: 4,222 warnings: none summary: Scott goes off to college to try and live a normal human life, and thinks about home and what it means to him. ao3 link: [ x ] a/n: under the cut.

a/n: okay i’m going to try and not ramble, but this is my sort of... goodbye fic, goodbye something to this beautiful sweet boy we have all grown to love and adore. scott is so special to me, and his friendship with stiles is precious to me, so this is a lot of sciles references but also a lot of pack references, and there’s some mentions of allison and even kira. i tried to add a little bit of everything i loved in this fic. i figured that at some point scott will go off to college, and this fic takes places when that happens. i hope you all enjoy it. and talk to me if you want after (if you do read it) and we can gush about scott or sciles or teen wolf or anything. this has no beta so all mistakes are mine, but thank you for following this blog, and for reading this story.

It’s a mountain top in Scotland, more specifically it’s called Arthur’s Seat. Their taxi driver had gotten them as close as he could get before letting them out. For two guys that often ran from danger walking up the hill to the mountain top seemed to be extremely strenuous, with ragged breathing and reaching out for the water bottle that the other was carrying. Other people were making the trek too knowing that it was about to rain on them any second. Scott had pushed Stiles’ butt repeatedly as a joke, but mainly because they needed to keep going.

“I think this is good here,” Stiles said, breathing heavily, squinting at the view before turning to Scott.

“Yeah, this is good,” Scott agreed, grabbing the water bottle and taking a drink of it, and then grabbing his phone to send pictures to his mom later. “Come here,” he said after snapping a few photos, Stiles had squished his face next to Scott and they had taken one serious photos and then a couple of silly ones and placed his phone back in his pocket.

The trip was last minute -- they had bought the tickets to London literally a week before and had no idea if their passports were even valid but they were committed. It was a last trip before Stiles going back to FBI school and Scott to college in the Sacramento area. There would be a distance between them again and the thought had terrified both of them but they hadn’t talked much about Scott going to school, and leaving Beacon Hills for good (or until they all inevitably headed back for the holidays).

Scott had sat down on the wet grass and Stiles followed with him, and both had looked out at the view. It was cloudy, you could see the neighbourhood surrounding the area but it looked like specks and then you could see the ocean. They were leaving tomorrow, having spent only a week in London, Scott making jokes about there being a werewolf in London, and Stiles pushing him while they crashed in a hotel airbnb and Stiles getting wasted while Scott carried him home. There last day would be spent here before heading back home tomorrow.

“Is it weird that I kind of don’t want to go home?” Stiles had started to pick at the grass beneath him. There was a strange feeling in Scott’s chest hearing it. The feeling had been there a while but he just didn’t want to deal with it. After everything the pack had been through, and finally having a moment to rest it felt like the beginning of a new chapter, but there were many nights where Scott would wake up in a panic, think if it was right for him to go to college, if it was the best choice. What would Beacon Hills do? What about Liam? The thought of changing out of his normal routine had terrified him, but he was so ready. He was so ready to feel a little normal again. He had to grow up so quickly it wasn’t fair to any of them in the pack who had just wanted to live a normal life -- and yet, they were trying.

They’d all be splitting up and going different directions. Some following others, and others staying in Beacon Hills. It was inevitable. Growing up.

“I don’t want to go home either.” Scott had placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, a gentle squeeze, a reminder that he too was scared of what they’d come back to. “I want to stay here for a while.” In this moment, with his best friend, looking out at an incredible view of Scotland. Here he didn’t worry about what would happen to him, there was no one attacking them, he almost felt his age.

“You know what’s one of my favourite memories?” Scott stretched his legs now, and Stiles shook his head.

“The summer you got your license. We had made these plans to like go across America, our first stop was going to be Vegas, obviously, because we were clearly old enough to gamble and drink, and then Arizona to watch the sunrise over the Grand Canyon.” They had gotten out a map and everything, marked places on the map with a sticker of where they were going to go. Just the two of them. The reality was they didn’t have money and their parents had thought that it wasn’t the best idea, instead Melissa ended up taking them to South Lake Tahoe and they camped out for a few days and made s’mores instead. They had gone skinny dipping one of those nights, Stiles had gotten bit in the ass from something in the water and ran quick out of the water and Scott hadn’t seen Stiles run that fast ever in his life. They could laugh about it now but at the time it seemed terrifying.

Stiles had thrown his head back and laughed, “Now look where we are.” They were a little bit older, had some saved money in the bank, and were heading off in directions with their life.

“That’s one of mine too.” Stiles had taken another drink of the water and then felt the first drop of rain on his pants.

“Change is scary,” Scott finally said.

“Yeah, it is.”

ii.

There’s a barbecue at Scott’s house the last day before everyone goes off their separate ways. The older adults are huddled together drinking beer, it’s rare to see Sheriff Stilinski without his uniform on but he looks relaxed, is Scott’s first thought. There’s a feeling in the air, for the first time in months he feels like he can actually breathe. He knows that deep down this is how it’s supposed to be the night before big changes, you’re supposed to be surrounded by the people that you love. Though there’s a few people missing. The one’s that couldn’t make it, due either to death or because they had already left, but it’s enough. This is enough for him.

His phone vibrates and he sees that it’s a text message from Derek.

Good luck Scott

He smiles down at it, he’ll answer it later. He doesn’t really feel like crying right now. Though he can feel it in the back of his throat, threatening to spill over.

There’s laughter in the air, happy tears because they’re laughing at something Liam had said that was meant to be serious but taken in a funny way because he doesn’t even realize it yet. Stiles cracks a joke at Liam who can’t help but look down and smile because he won’t admit but he’ll miss him too and all of his friends are leaving, and he knows that he’ll stay in touch but he’s scared too.

When Liam does look up Scott’s already staring at him and nods his head, because he was there once upon a time too. Scott has enough empathy to go around, and he has enough knowledge of pain to understand of what it was like to lose a group of people who mean a lot to you.

Malia holds Scott’s hand as they’re surrounded by the fire pit, taking turns with the s’mores. “I can’t remember the last time I had a s’more,” Malia says, there’s something in her pitch that makes Scott think that she’s probably thinking of her mom and sister, a memory that was a lifetime ago but savored as she takes her first bite. She leans against the boy and he strokes her shoulder.

“You’ll call me right?” Malia asks quietly.

Scott nods his head, “Of course.” Her plan was to go to the community college in Beacon Hills, maybe get a part time job somewhere, she had thought about volunteering at the animal shelter until she figured out what she wanted to do, it seemed like a good idea to Scott too.

He knows that people will start leaving soon, the conversations had started to die down, and they were all collectively sitting in comfortable silence listening to the sound of fire crackling.

“Should we toast?” Scott suggests, looking around at the people in his life -- the people that he had grown to love, to trust. These were the people that had helped shaped who he was as a person, they challenged him and stood by him during times that seemed unbearable. They all had a darkness inside of them because of things they’ve seen and witnessed and felt, but that wasn’t always a bad thing. Scott still felt it sometimes, and he had explained how it felt before, like looking into a heart of immense darkness, but he found that even though the art of letting go was hard, and even sometimes difficult, he knew that his friends had felt it too and they could rely on each other.

They had all lifted their cups and Scott had tried to think of what he could say because he had so many thoughts, so many good memories he wanted to reflect on, but all he could think of was how goddamn lucky he was to have these group of people in his life.

“I know that I should say something long and dramatic, but uh, if I do I’m afraid I’ll cry or something,” he chuckled, “so, I guess I just want to say- thank you guys for- for everything. And I’ll see you all at Thanksgiving, back in my backyard,” he made a point to look at everyone directly, and they laughed and nodded their head, of course they’d come back. “So to us,”

Raymond Carver had once said, “I could hear my heart beating, I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.” With red cups in the air, tapping against the person closest and reaching over a crackling fire they toasted to them, an accomplishment all in itself. Things were changing, but it was okay.

Scott had gone through a line of hugs, Melissa had cried, hugging all the kids that had become her pseudo children, she had wished them all good luck. Malia had hugged Scott for a long time, and told him that she’d call him tomorrow.

Then there was Stiles.

They had stood there looking at each other until Scott had made the first move. They had wrapped their arms around each other. It was always the worst part, leaving your best friend. It didn’t help that Stiles was his person, and that by now they should have been used to saying goodbye. It didn’t make it any easier. Whenever Stiles was away Scott had felt something in his stomach, that went up to his chest, and got stuck in his throat. He’d think about his best friend and the fond memories that he had. Once upon a time they were just two kids searching for a body in the woods with terrible haircuts and clothes.

“I hate this,” Stiles had laughed into Scott’s sweatshirt.

“I know,” Scott said, mirroring the other boy. He felt it then. He hadn’t cried in so long but he felt the first tear roll down his cheek onto the other’s shoulder.

“I’ll come visit you or you’ll come visit me,” It wasn’t a question, it was a promise. Scott didn’t break promises.

“Okay,” Stiles says, wiping his own face and looking at Scott, “Okay.”

iii.

Eventually the last car leaves and Melissa goes to bed but not without hugging her son, she tells him to get some sleep, they have a long drive tomorrow.

When he knows she’s asleep he grabs his coat and goes to the backyard and to his mother’s garden that she’s attempting to have again and he tries his best to clip some flowers off without killing the plant but he knows he probably has and he knows that his mom will forgive him.

He doesn’t take his bike, instead he runs. It’s not that far and he knows a quicker way to get there.

There are days when he can go without thinking about it. Tonight just didn’t seem right if he didn’t at least go for one last time until the next time. He didn’t know when that would be.

Allison’s grave is under a tree that’s just starting to really grow. It’s been a long time since Scott had come and he can’t help but smile at the growing tree. He had found it fitting when he saw it being planted by her grave, it would give Chris some shade when he would come and catch her up on his life. It just hurt too much for Scott to visit as much as Chris, but he came. He came for her birthday, for her dad’s birthday, for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and even Valentine’s Day when he could remember because she’d always be his girl.

He placed the flowers on the grave and had sat down cross legged. He wanted to tell her everything that happened, but he liked to think that she had been there and that she already knew. Instead, he tells her about his trip to the United Kingdom with Stiles, and he tells her about his favourite memory, and how she would have loved the scenery and the sea. He tells her that he’s going to school tomorrow and how terrified he is, and how he wished that she could be there with him. He tells her about Lydia, and Lydia with Stiles, and says that she probably already knows because Lydia must have told her but he wanted to confirm. He talks about Malia, and how he isn’t sure- and how he’s scared of loving someone else, but he knows that he has enough love in his heart too, anyway.

He wishes she were still here.

When the wind starts to blow he swears he can smell her perfume.

He places a hand on her grave and he tells her that he’ll see her soon.

When he gets home he texts Kira. He’s not sure if it’s even her number anymore but he tries anyway.

I hope you’re well. I’m sorry for not keeping in contact, I should have. Thanks for being there when you were. I miss you loads. -Scott

iv.

The drive to Sacramento isn’t that long, but they wake up early for it anyway. They had already loaded a lot of stuff yesterday before the barbecue. Scott’s room looks empty, and it makes him feel a little weird seeing all of his posters taken down and wrapped away to put on a new wall in his dorm room.

Liam had come over early in the morning since he had already started school to say bye to Scott one last time. He helped put the last boxes in the car and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously before he sighed and wrapped his arms around Scott.

“I’m scared, Scott,” he says against him and Scott holds him a little tighter.

“Liam, you’re gonna to be fine. I believe in you.” Scott messes with his hair and smiles at him. “Believe in yourself. Beacon Hills is going to need you more than ever. Man the ship while I’m away,” he teases him and yet he knows that must have terrified Liam a little bit.

“You have a whole group here, you’ll be okay. I’m just a phone call away.” When he looked at Liam he saw for a second, the first memory he had with him, he was so angry, hating the world that had done such horrible things to him, but Scott still knew that he had a chance, he just needed someone to believe in him.

“You need to get to school but I’ll call you later.”

Liam hugs him one last time and waves him goodbye.

Melissa looks over at Scott as they pass by the places that Scott calls home, it was funny for him to think of how badly he was dying to get out of Beacon Hills, but driving pass the sign, ‘You are now leaving Beacon Hills. Come again soon!’ makes him feel small.

She reaches over to squeeze his hand and Scott smiles at his mom. “I’m okay.”

Melissa cries when the last box hits the ground in Scott’s dorm. She repeats her words, she can’t believe her baby is finally off to college. She knows that he’s not far away. It’s only a couple of hours away, he could probably run fast enough and be there within the hour. She’ll still miss him.

“You are the best part of me,” the one thing that she got right. She smooths his hair over, and hugs him one more time, and when she tries to pull away he doesn’t let her. He had always considered himself to be a strong person. Someone who could be self sufficient, but there were moments -- like these, when anxiety was the only thing he could feel, he was far enough from home to already feel homesick, surrounded by people he didn’t know, and his mom was about to leave, it had just reminded him that even people like Scott McCall still needed his mom and the reassurance that he’d be okay.

“Remember Scott, be your own anchor,” she kisses him on the forehead and waves goodbye.

“Text me when you get home,” he calls out to her and she nods.

He’s alone.

He goes over to his window and he looks out at the families saying goodbye to their children, and he smiles. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one who felt this way was comforting, even though he missed his friends. He would make new ones.

It had been a long time since Scott felt human. So he welcomed these emotions that he was feeling gladly. Because he didn’t think that he’d get to feel homesick for Beacon Hills, or homesick for friends and lovers back home, he didn’t think that he’d even be able to leave. He didn’t think that he’d get to have this feeling of nervousness for the first official day of school. He was enjoying being human.

vi.

When his roommate starts to move in he offers to help, they had talked over Facebook not too long ago it was nice putting a face to the boy named Levi other than the few profile pictures he saw of the guy. He seemed friendly enough.

He makes a few jokes with his roommates parents, and they tell, Levi that he has a pretty cool roommate and Scott can’t help but crack a smile. He leaves them alone as they say goodbye and when he comes back they figure out how they want to set up their new room. Levi has speakers and they bond over 90’s music, but particularly Blink 182.

Scott puts his corkboard up with the limited tools that he brought and gets his pictures out to tack on the board. Levi looks over and walks a little bit closer.

“Are these all your friends?”

Scott smiles, looking at all the pictures he’s pinned on the board already.

“Yeah, let me tell you about them,”

So he does.

At least as much as he can tell him about them.

“Alright, so your girlfriend is?”

“Malia,”

“Best friend is?”

“Stiles.”

“He’s the FBI one, yeah?”

“Correct.”

“And they both dated each other?”

“It’s complicated.”

So far, that’s all he knows, but they’re going down the list of friends he has one by one, because Scott wants him to know what his friends mean to him. They pause to get something to eat at their dining hall, the food isn’t his mom’s, and it’s not the mexican place that Isaac and Scott found by accident, but it’ll do.

When they walk back to their dorm they don’t run out of things to talk about and Scott takes it as a good sign.

Scott FaceTimes with Malia and tells her of the trip up to Sacramento and how he’s liking the campus, but he has to go soon because he promised that he’d call Stiles and his mom. They’ll be in touch tomorrow.

Scott calls his mom and they talk briefly but she has to go to work tomorrow early in the morning, but she says that she loves him and the house doesn’t feel the same and it makes his heart ache a little bit.

Stiles is still up by the time Scott calls him and they chat for an hour, they’re both settling into their new lives, and Scott introduces Levi to Stiles and Stiles says to take care of his buddy.

It doesn’t hurt as much now that he’s here. After the first day coming to a close he feels like he can do this and he’ll be okay.

vii.

Liam updates him every couple of days on what’s happening in Beacon Hills, but he misses Scott and it’s not the same, but he was right -- it was nothing that he couldn’t handle. He just can’t wait until he comes back.

He misses Beacon Hills in the way he misses an old friend.

Scott ends up exploring Sacramento and finds that he quite likes Old Sacramento with the train museum and the view of the river and Tower Bridge. If you go across the street there’s a dock area to take pictures of the river and the freeway in the distance. It’s his favourite place to go during sunset. It’s a drive to get to Sacramento but he’s figure out the bus transportation well enough to make the trip. He takes pictures and sends them to his mom who quickly responds back, “pretty!”

When he looks back on the pictures he’s taken, he’s sitting back in his dorm room on his bed and when he’s reached the end he slides past the pictures he took when Scott and Stiles were in London and Scotland.

He shoots Stiles a quick text telling him he misses him.

They’re all settling into their lives now, communication isn’t as much as it used to be but it’s enough to let everyone know that they’re thinking of each other.

Lydia sends cooking recipes in a group chat that no one will ever try but they all appreciate it anyway.

Liam starts the countdown to Thanksgiving break a month in advance with a lot of emoji’s.

Scott stresses over tests, exams, and professors.

He’s never been so glad to be stressing over school than anything else.

Liam, Mason, Corey, and Malia take a day trip to see Scott, he shows them his favourite places in Sacramento, and tells them about his classes, but mainly he wants to know what’s been going on in Beacon Hills. So they tell him over a diner by his school, and it almost feels like home.

viii.

Scott’s last day of school before Thanksgiving break is a hectic one but he’s so glad to be done for a couple of days and be able to go back to see his family. His dad is even coming over for dinner.

Levi and Scott say goodbye and that he’ll text him over the break.

He thinks it’s his mom who’s picking him up, but when a familiar jeep rolls up to the parking lot Scott nearly drops his suitcase.

The drive back is filled with laughter and catching up and Scott barely realizes they’re passing, ‘Welcome to Beacon Hills! Enjoy your stay!' sign, and the familiar tall trees, he rolls his window down just to really get the scent of home. It was amazing how comforting the smell of the familiar pines was.

Scott had once had to explain what home had meant to him. The most simplest answer was to say obviously the home that he had grown up in with the neighbours that had lived next to him his entire life. Now as an adult he had time to think about that answer again as they passed by all the familiar places of Beacon Hills. He didn’t understand the complexity of the question at that age, and if you were to ask him again what home meant to him he’d tell you it was a jeep with his best friend blasting New Radicals, he’d tell you that home was a town filled with over 30,000 people yet his small group of friends were the one’s that made the heart of it, and that there’s this mexican place off Fourth and Pine that’s to die for, and that for a lot of his high school years he spent quite a bit of time at the local veterinary and had been taught a lot of harsh life lessons in the back room but it still felt like home. As did the park by his house, and even Lacrosse field at Beacon Hills High. He had realized that home wasn’t so much a place, even though, yes, technically it was, but it was also the people in the place that made it home.

When they parked in front of his house he could already tell from the familiar faint smell of his friends and seeing their cars that they were already here for his welcome back.

He was home. This was home.

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chasingmusesrp · 7 years ago

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Mistakes // Stiles&Isaac&Derek&Scott

(note, we switched up the baddy halfway thru-ish so I left all the general baddy references and changed all specific names to the canon character we brought in >.> tho im not gonna say who it is because reasons... also deleted the ooc convo about whether to kill the poor guy or not lol such a great rp lol) (pic from here)

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You both like sciles, sterek, and omega verse.

You: I don't know why you bother with humans... they're so useless. (unsigned text from Stiles' phone)

Stranger: You think you are better than them? SM

Stranger: You sound just like Derek. SM

You: Not Derek, no, but I am definitely better. I mean, Stiles is barely able to keep from crying for goodness sake and I haven't even done anything to him yet. (unsigned)

Stranger: Who are you? SM

Stranger: If you fucking touch Stiles I will rip your throat out. Scott told me and I'm already on my way to fucking destroy you. DH

You: (to Scott) That doesn't matter, what matters is what you're going to do for me in order to keep Stiles in one piece. (unsigned) (to Derek) My, my, such threats! How do you know where we are, silly goose? You're as useless as humans are. You'll do better to go and help Scott, so you can get your precious Stiles back. (unsigned)

Stranger: What do you want? SM I have calmed Derek. SM

You: You better put a leash on that puppy, I have no qualms about separating Stiles from his fingers, if you catch my drift. (unsigned) You're going to bring my your father's laptop. (unsigned) And don't try and be smart and bring a random laptop, I'll know and you'll never see Stiles again. (unsigned)

Stranger: Why do you want that? SM Show me that Stiles is safe first. SM

You: Does that *really* matter?? (unsigned) [incoming SMS: img_442.jpg (slightly blurry photo of Stiles tied to a chair, pulling away from whoever's taking the picture with a scared expression)]

You: Satisfied? Tick tock, I'm giving you one hour. Every half hour after that that I don't have the laptop in my hands, Stiles loses a finger (unsigned)

Stranger: Where do we bring it? SM

Stranger: Don't touch him. SM

You: The entrance to the preserve. Text me when you're there. (unsigned)

Stranger: Okay. SM [Ten minutes later] We are here. We have the laptop. Give us Stiles. SM

You: Instead of replying, the omega moved from out behind the tree he was hiding behind. "You get Stiles when I verify it's the right laptop, Scotty-boy..." He jerked his head towards a stump about half way between the two of them, "Put it down there and then back off and don't try anything funny, I know where Stiles is and you don't, if you kill me, he's dead in a few days."

Stranger: Derek's eyes flashed a deep shade of crimson at the strong omega scent and growled loudly at him, about to jump to attack him as Scott reached to stop him. "I want to fucking rip his heart out right now! Where is my Stiles?!" He yelled at him, trying to be calmed down by Scott. "It is the right laptop, here." The beta said, slowly approaching him, glancing back at Derek from time to time. "Who are you? What do you want from us?"

You: Despite himself, the omega flinched at Derek's shouting and he bared his fangs to growl back, keeping a wary eye as Scott approached. "I want that damn laptop, are you thick?" he spat, eyes moving from Derek to Scott and back again, "Put the laptop /down/ and back off or I swear to god I will never tell you where he is."

Stranger: And that's when Derek lost it, this omega thinking he could disrespect him, growl back, thinking he was better. Derek practically threw himself into the smaller male, growling loudly as he bit into his neck, punching him repeatedly before picking him up and slamming him against a tree. "You have two seconds before I rip one arm off your body." He said, Scott frozen in shock, never having seen Derek being this feral.

You: The omega howled in pain, not expecting Derek to attack and put Stiles in more danger. The wind was nearly knocked out of him when he was slammed against the tree and he coughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. "H-he'll die... you fucking idiot..." there was no more venom in the omega's tone, just pain and a thread of desperation, "Don't... d-don't fucking... let me go... let me go, I'll tell you where he is..." This plan had gone sideways in the most spectacular way and the only thing the omega could think to save his life was to get the hell out of there.

Stranger: Derek was shifted, eyes red, staring deeply into the omega's eyes, knowing that due to his nature he would submit to him. Slamming him a few times against the tree out of pure anger, he saw the blood dripping down the spot on the neck he had bitten and then growled loudly right into his face. "If he dies I'll make sure you don't. And you'll wish you were dead." He stated, digging his claws into the omega's arm. "Where is he?!" He yelled right into his face, panting heavily. Scott approached the too, as well as the omega, he was intimidated by the alpha, almost forcing himself to approach the two. "Der-I mean Alpha...Please calm down. We need to go get Stiles." He said, trying to calm the other who almost doubled him in size down.

You: The omega whimpered, unable to meet Derek's eyes. Fear gripped his throat as Derek slammed him again and again into the tree, making his head spin. He cried out in pain when sharp claws pierced his skin and he flinched, tears starting to well up in his eyes when Derek yelled in his face. "F-f-.... fine..." he stammered out, "J-just l-..." the request died on his lips when Derek's grip tightened, "Okay, okay, okay, okay /please/... h-he's in an old ranger cabin... 5 miles south west.... just.. please let me go...."

Stranger: Derek was panting heavily, forcing the omega to look at him. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" He ordered, setting him down and taking him by the arm, beginning to walk in the direction of his car. "You are not leaving until I see my man is unharmed." He stated, unable to shift back due to having reached such high rage. Even Scott was scared as he got into the driver's seat, Derek shoving the omega in the back with him, wrapping the seatbelt tightly around the omega's small body and stared deeply at him. "Now you are going to give us an answer to every question, got it? Who are you and what do you want with that laptop?" He said,having held a fistful of the omega's hair previously.

You: The omega tried fruitlessly to get out of Derek's grip, his throat and body very slowly starting to heal. "No, please, let me go!" He was blubbering the entire way to the car and cried out when Derek grabbed his hair, "L-Lahey... Isaac Layhe, I....." he swallowed thickly as the engine started, "Head to... head to f-fifth street.. that's the qu-quickest way...." he hoped Derek would forget about the 'why he wanted the laptop' question, "I didn't hurt him... I swear... I just... maybe.... h-he's not hurt... he's not hurt..."

Stranger: "You think I'm just going to let you go?" He laughed at that, letting go of his hair and breathing in deeply, getting the other's strong alpha scent. "Why Stiles, huh? Did you really think you were better than him? More important than him?" He kept yelling, even making Scott whimper at it.

"Fucking answer why you wanted the laptop and why Stiles." He said, wrapping his hand around the omega's slim neck, his claws digging into the skin. "If you don't answer I'll make sure to take your left eye out."

You: "F-fuck..." the omega cursed under his breath, pushing as far into the door as he could to try and put some distance between himself and Derek. He was shaking hard, not expecting live, and he couldn't get his mouth to work when Derek grabbed his throat, "F-... Don't! D-don't... please don't... I... S-Scott's dad has... he has f-files on me... I n-.. I n-needed to get them so I could know what h-he knows... S-Stiles because... b-because he's S-Scott's best friend and I thought... I thought it would make it easier to get Scott to help... easiest to... easiest t-to take...."

Stranger: Derek listened to him, noticing how fast the omega's heart was beating, how truly afraid for his life he was and retrieved his hand, exhaling deeply as he pulled back and sunk into the leathered seat, looking out of the window until it hit him quite strongly and he howled loudly as he would usually do to find the others from the pack, but as Stiles was human, he could not really howl back to let the others know about his location. "If you let him go Scott, I will personally shove my whole arm up your ass." He warned him and literally jumped off the moving car, rolling and then running to find Stiles, following just by his scent and Scott followed close behind him and soon enough Derek was jumping through a window of the cabin, looking everywhere for his boy. "Stiles!?" He called out, panting heavily.

Scott parked outside of the cabin, keeping the doors locked as he turned around to look at the omega. "You chose the wrong person to kidnap, little one."

You: Isaac wasn't stupid enough to relax when Derek let go of his throat and he startled badly when Derek howled, hands clamping over his ears as he curled in on himself with a sob. This was so amazingly bad, he couldn't even think straight, panic had him in such full grips that he didn't even notice Derek jumping out of the car. Stiles was in the back room of the cabin, tied to a chair with ropes that were starting to dig into his skin as he kept twisting his wrists to try and get free. The sick fuck who had taken him had put his phone between his teeth and taped it there. Desperately, knowing he needed to get away before the guy came back, Stiles worked at the edge of the tape against his shoulder, managing to get it up enough to get the phone out of his mouth. It was just then that he heard a loud howl and he jerked up, the phone pulling the rest of the tape free and clattering to the floor a few feet away. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Stiles didn't know if that was Derek or not, he hoped to hell it was but he couldn't stick around to find out if it wasn't. He kept pulling at the ropes before tipping his chair over and crying out in pain as he hit the floor. He needed to get to his phone and he started to try and wriggle closer to it. The front door slammed open and Stiles flinched before he heard his name, "Derek!! Derek! Derek, I'm in here! Derek!" He couldn't stop the tears as relief washed through him, his head dropping to the floor as he kept pulling against the ropes and calling for his Alpha.

Stranger: Derek's heart raced as he heard the boy's voice, running right through an old door, that being no match for his alpha size and saw the boy on the floor quickly rushing to help him out of the ropes,breaking them with his claws before he was even able to shift back and pulled the smaller male against his broad chest, pressing his noise against his neck, breathing in his scent as he just held him close, feeling his heartbeat against his chest and how his breathing was just as heavy as his. "You are safe. I've got you now."

You: Stiles jolted when Derek came crashing through the door, smiling through his tears. He scrambled the moment he was free, reaching out for Derek and wrapping his arms tightly around him as he cried. He couldn't even speak, just blubbering out half-words and choking back sobs as he tried to burrow in as close as he possibly could to the alpha. Isaac looked up when Scott spoke, still shaking like a leaf, and glared at him. Scott was just a beta, stronger than him, yes, but no alpha. "Don't call me that." he snarled, eyes darting to the cabin and back to Scott, "Let me go." he absolutely had no faith that Scott would comply but he demanded it anway.

Stranger: "I'm here. I'm here now, I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay baby? Daddy's got you." He murmured, he last part coming off a bit too natural for him. He held the boy tightly against his chest, trying to soothe him, nose pressed against his neck as he scented him but then his just had to look at his face, gently inspecting it before he leaned in for a kiss, a deep kiss, a needy one,showing Stiles how much he cared, how much he needed him, letting their tongues meet and dance with each other. Scott looked at the omega shaking his head. "I can't do that and you know it. I'm just as scared of him as you are. And don't try anything stupid because... He is one of the best hunters I know." He warned the boy.

You: Slowly but surely Stiles was starting to calm down, Derek's presence alone knocking away the vast majority of his anxiety. He believe the alpha absolutely, he was safe and nothing bad was going to happen. He sniffed, wiping at his nose as he looked up into Derek's eyes when he called himself Daddy, the word making his belly twist in the best possible way. His lips parted a little as Derek checked him over and his eyes closed for the kiss, one arm moving to wrap around Derek's neck to get in closer. There was a little whimper in the back of his throat as he clung to his alpha, hoping he was giving as much comfort as he was giving. Isaac snorted and looked out the window. Of course he wouldn't let him go. The thread was very clear and his eyes snapped back to lock onto Scott's when he heard it and he could barely bite back his retort. He didn't want to make things worse and threatening Scott and Derek's entire pack at this particular time would not be conducive to that goal. "What's he gonna do to me?" he asked instead, doubting that he wanted to know.

Stranger: Derek's big hands moved to hold Stiles' waist tightly to squeeze his ass roughly, showing a possessiveness over the smaller male as soon his tongue took dominance over the other, telling him where to move and how to do so as he began walking forward until he had Stiles pressed against a wall. "I would never let anything happen to you, I love you so much." He almost purred, eyes flashing red for a moment as he began to pants, slowly pushing Stiles' jeans down, many emotions overwhelming him and his feral side was slowly starting to take over. Scott sighed deeply at that, frowning as the two were taking a bit too long. "If Stiles is safe, probably nothing, I hope so. He might investigate on you, see how dangerous you are and-" He suddenly stopped as a strong overwhelming alpha scent soon filled his nostrils, making a whimper escape from his lips, uncomfortably shifting on his seat as Derek's scent got stronger.

You: Stiles moved easily under Derek's guidance, long ago learning that he could trust the Alpha with everything. He let out a small breath when his back hit the wall, fingers fisting into the fabric of Derek's shirt as he moved his hips to help get his jeans down. "I-..." he tried to get his voice back, swallowing hard past the lump in his throat, "I love you, Derek, fuck, please... I n-..." he choked up again, his need for a reminder of how much he belonged to Derek so palpable he couldn't get his mouth to express it, "Please..." he gasped, nuzzling in against his neck needfully. Isaac’s eyes went wide, picking up on Derek's scent at the same time Scott did. "J-Jesus...." he breathed out, eyes locking on to the cabin as a flurry of emotions crossed his face. The scent was overpowering and it make Isaac blush at how badly he was drawn to it. "He's...." he couldn't make eye contact with Scott as his hand tried to press inconspicuously against his growing erection, "What the fuck...." was all he could get out under his breath, eyes dropping to the floor of the car.

Stranger: Derek exhaled shakily, wishing, begging for Stiles to be an omega so he could be self lubricated and properly adjust to his alpha length which Stiles knew so well was nothing like the usual human ones. It was a pure alpha cock, putting everyone else's to shame. "We can. I really want to... Knot you, but I'll hurt you." he breathed out, his own cock beginning to release big loads of precum to lubricate itself, making a wet spot on his jeans. "I want to fuck your brains out and hear you scream my name, Stiles." He breathed out, squeezing the other's ass tight enough to bruise the skin. Scott whimpered at how strong the scent was and how much he needed the alpha, hating the feeling he got out of it, knowing that Stiles would never enjoy Derek to his fullest. "He's in rut..." Scott breathed out, unable to stop himself as he began to rub his crotch, whimpering pathetically, begging for Derek.

You: Stiles knew it would hurt, he didn't even know if it would... well, work without proper lube. Derek's precum might not be enough but he didn't care. He needed Derek and he could feel the alpha's cock straining at his jeans. He slid a hand between them, palming at Derek's length as he whimpered. "Please... it's, it's okay Derek, I n-need you, you got... there's enough here.." he said, fingers brushing over the wet spot on the alpha's jeans, "Please..."

Isaac grit his teeth, huffing out a sharp breath as Scott's arousal started to surround him as well. "Fuck..." he cursed under his breath as he felt some slick starting to leak out of his ass, "Stiles... Stiles is /human/, he can't... he won't slick..." Every muscle in his body was tense, he didn't know why he'd said it, maybe out of some misplaced desire to provide for the alpha where the human couldn't but that didn't even make sense in his head and he lightly banged his head against the window once, to try and shut himself up.

Stranger: Derek growled at that, forcing Stiles to bend over as he began to grind against his ass, the sound of fabric ripping as his jeans were being unable to hold his length. But then he remembered the last time he fucked Stiles raw, no prep no anything, he couldn't stop himself, he had forced himself into the other and it had been messy, blood everywhere and Stiles couldn't stop crying and that scene still brings him nightmares."Please, you should let me turn you so I can knot you....So i can fuck you properly." He begged, tracing his fangs against Stiles' neck until he got the strong omega scent, the slick, the delicious slick and he began to lose it, his cock swollen, forced its way out of his pants, ripping a hole right through it, the gigantic Alpha cock being set free, thick, uncut and covered in delicious precum, Derek's cock truly was one admired among the werewolf community as it put to shame every alpha and made every omega's mouth water. Then Scott unlocked the doors as he got the smell of Derek's fresh seed, his body not really able to produce slick, still felt like he needed Derek's seed inside of him but then the omega's scent got to him and climbed into the back seat, reaching for Isaac’s hand and placing it on his cock. "Just us... We can't get between them. He's too big." He whispered, knowing that in one try to soothe the Alpha's rut, long ago they had all agreed that Derek would knot Scott, yet it did not work since he was not an omega and Scott had trouble healing for three days as he laid in bed. An alpha truly needed his omega.

You: Stiles gasped when Derek bent him over and started to grind against him, his body starting to tremble as it remembered the last time they'd tried. It hadn't worked out very well at all and Stiles felt fresh tears pricking at his eyes at his uselessness. The fucking werewolf who'd kidnapped him had been right. Human's were worthless. His head tilted to the side, giving Derek full access to his neck as he panted heavily. "T-turn me... turn me, please, I can't... I can't stand this, I need to... I want to be /yours/, Derek, please..." he sobbed fully, pressing back against Derek as hard as he could, rolling his hips back to feel the thick cock in the valley between the cheeks of his ass.

Isaac startled when Scott got out of the car, not knowing what to expect. He was blushing furiously as Scott got in the back seat, unable to take his eyes off the beta. He wanted Derek, wanted the alpha, but knew he'd never have him and Scott was /there/. There was a gush of slick as his lip curled, still not entirely convinced he /had/ to but the feel of Scott's cock, firm in his jeans made him abandon all inhibitions. He grabbed the front of Scott's shirt and pulled him in, kissing him roughly, a sloppy, messy thing full of teeth and tongue.

Stranger: Derek listened to the boy speak and felt chills go down his spine as he shifted again, his wolf form bigger and stronger, easily ripping Stiles' pants in half as he pressed his swollen tip against the boy's entrance, covering it with precum as his nose dug on the boy's neck until he found the right spot and his fangs dug right into the skin as he was forcing his tip to enter him, feeling the boy's walls rip as they were unable to hold his tip in and he just pushed back, letting go of him, watching how the venom got into his bloodstream before he ran outside to find the omega's scent. Howling loudly, he got a few howls back, the shirt unable to hold his bigger chest was ripped in half, having fallen back inside of the cabin and his jeans were left behind, leaving the big alpha completely naked. He went towards the car, slamming the door open and reaching for Scott's hair, shoving him away of the omega and growling at him before he ripped the clothes off Isaac's body, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him.

You: It had been a long time since Stiles was scared of Derek. The man was a beast but he was no monster. At least not up until that point. He knew what he'd asked for, knew it would be painful, but knowing an experiencing are two very, very different things. Whimpering as Derek nosed at his neck, Stiles tried to anticipate but he couldn't have. There was no way to anticipate the feel of sharp fangs piercing your skin at the same moment that a too-large cock tried to split him in half. He couldn't even cry out, the pain caught in his throat as he slumped to the ground when Derek pushed him away. Panting hard, Stiles shifted on the floor, tears streaming down his face as the pain of the venom tore through his body until it was too much and the wailing started. Isaac had pulled away from Scott when Derek came out, reacting physically to the howl as more slick lubed his entrance. He was breathless when Scott was torn away from him but he soon forgot about the beta. He forgot everything, all there was in that moment was Alpha, and Isaac keened low as he tried to turn himself over to present his ass properly, hindered by the limited space in the back seat. SLick was dripping down his ass now and he was more than ready for an alpha's cock inside of him. He needed it more than air.

Stranger: Derek saw how wet the other's pants had gotten as he presented himself and Derek was heavily salivating. He wrapped an arm around the omega and took him to the front of the car, spreading his legs wide as he looked as his hole, leaning to trace his tongue from the boy's thigh up to his entrance, tasting his delicious slick before getting a strong hold of his hips and slamming his cock inside of the boy, forcing a huge stretch on his lubed walls, practically wrecking them as his cock slammed deep inside of him, more than any human could handle and hovered over him, wrapping his arms around the omega's waist as he began to mark his neck. Scott was quick to react, stumbling backwards and having his nostrils filled with his Alpha's rut, he saw the huge member and couldn't help but touch himself as he watched how the Alpha just forced himself into the omega, no prep no anything and the Omega presented himself like a good sub to the Alpha. He slowly approached the two, pressing kisses to the Alpha's chest before he leaned down and began to lick his balls, just needing to please him until he heard his best friend inside of the cabin and forced himself to check on him, his lips covered in slick and precum. He then saw Stiles on the floor and was quick to wrap his arms around him, noticing the bite on his neck. "Oh no." He breathed out, mostly out of jealousy since he would never be able to have Derek inside of him again as Stiles would most likely turn as an omega.

You: Isaac yipped in surprise when Derek hauled him out of the back seat but he moved as Derek needed him to, letting himself be arranged on the front of the car. He was panting heavily and whined as Derek licked up to his hole. The feel of the stretch from Derek's cock was immense, like nothing he'd ever felt before but oh how good it felt. His head moved to the side as the alpha marked his neck, quiet noises whispering from the back of his throat.Derek was completely surrounding him, the only thing Isaac's mind could process was the feel of the cock in his ass, the teeth at his neck, and the scent of Alpha. Everything else was superfluous and didn't even register as his body kept his ass nice and slick to accommodate the alpha. Stiles' cry cut off when he felt arms around him but it took him a moment to realize it was Scott. "S-Scott..." his tone was edged in the pain he felt as he shifted, curling in against his best friend, one hand grabbing the front of his shirt as he overheated, "Scott, he... I'm..."

Stranger: Derek's hands squeezed the Omega's waist, keeping every thrust rough as the omega's scent filled his lungs and overwhelmed him to the point that he simply lost it, starting to growl lowly, biting into his skin and having his hands feel, touch everywhere around the other's body until one wrapped around the Omega's neck, squeezing tightly. "Mine." He growled, nosing the Omega's cheek to get his attention. Scott looked at the blood between Stiles' thighs and frowned deeply, now knowing exactly what had happened. "Hey, I'm here. Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He said as he held the boy close to his chest, pressing kisses to his temples as he tried to soothe him.

You: Isaac didn't know which way was up, the only thing keeping him from passing out was the solid, grounding feel of Derek's hands on him. They were possessive in their exploration and it was just enough of a distraction from the fucking to keep him present. He made a small noise when Derek's hand wrapped around his neck and he instantly turned to nuzzle against the alpha affectionately. Had he been more with it he wouldn't have, surely, but he wasn't, his instincts to submit, to please, taking over as he parted his lips slightly and moaned in pleasure. Though it was difficult to do much of anything, Isaac tilted his hips a little more, his own cock leaking precum over the grill of the car, mixing with the slick already there. Stiles clung to Scott and tried not to cry, clung to his words tighter than the beta himself. His quiet reassurances were a lifeline and Stiles couldn't let go. "Derek... wh-where's Derek? Where...." he tried to shift his weight, wanting to stand to go find his alpha but it made his wounds worse and he cringed, slumping back against Scott in exhaustion.

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