#need more Stilinski twins content

[slythgrl]

I may have binge read this Sterek fanfic about the Stilinski twins and I literally cannot stop thinking about how debilitating it was..

[messylustt]

hii since u said you’d do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesn’t like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and it’s like a angry love confession and maybe smut?

++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds💗💗

you’re my friend, not theirs — stiles stilinski + reader ( teen wolf ) : stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins.

contents : jealous!stiles. kissing. sorry no actual p in v. i need to watch teen wolf again — that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweettt

"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.

You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were said—by your strange friend group—to be alphas.

Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.

"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.

You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.

Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"

"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.

"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.

"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.

Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."

"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.

"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.

"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.

"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.

"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.

"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at Lydia—Allison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."

Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.

Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"

You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.

You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.

"Shit— sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.

One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"

He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.

You nod. "Nice to meet you."

He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.

Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."

"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.

Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."

Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."

"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.

You chuckle. "Again—Lydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.

Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gaze—he followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.

What the hell were you talking about?—Stiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.

When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.

A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.

Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.

At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.

But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.

You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being empty—the laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."

"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.

Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."

"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.

Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"

Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"

"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"

"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."

"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalion—"

"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.

"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"

"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"

"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."

"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.

"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.

"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."

Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."

You scoff. "I'm not."

You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."

"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"

And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"

Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.

"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"

"You...like me?" You slowly ask.

Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.

Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."

"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.

He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.

Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.

But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.

"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.

"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.

"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."

You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.

"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.

Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.

"Oh, god— please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."

Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."

Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. “All for me."

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[evanesdust]

"Did you seriously just quote Monty Python while you're lying here bleeding?"

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Mates, Hurt/Comfort, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Injured Stiles Stilinski, Monster of the Week, Blood and Injury, POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon-Typical Violence, Fandom Trumps Hate 2024

Summary:

[excerpt] The sudden shift sent a prickle of unease running down Stiles's spine as he followed Derek's gaze, scanning the parking lot. The peaceful atmosphere had shifted. They were no longer alone. "What do you—" See, he wanted to ask, but Derek cut him off with a warning growl, pushing Stiles back. Stiles rolled his eyes. While he loved Derek's protectiveness, he also hated when Derek got all overprotective. It reminded him of the pool incident when they faced the Kanima, and Derek shoved him back, trying to keep him out of harm's way. But he could handle himself, dammit! He'd more than proved that over the years; however, before he could argue, a figure emerged from the shadows, stalking toward them, revealing an eerie mirror image of Derek. What the actual fuck? Stiles's mind reeled in disbelief at the sight of the doppelganger, struggling to comprehend what was happening. "Uh…please tell me you have a secret twin I didn't know about."

The sky was dark when they left the diner, the moon blocked by heavy clouds. A chill hung in the air, and Stiles smiled when a hand pressed on the small of his back, guiding him toward the parking lot. Even though they'd been together for ten years now, it was something he always did—like Derek needed that connection, no matter how small. The warmth of Derek's palm sent a tingle through Stiles's body, goosebumps rising on his skin.

"Did you want to head straight home?" Derek asked, his hand leaving Stiles's back to intertwine their fingers.

Stiles gave Derek's hand a gentle squeeze, savoring the familiar touch. "Yeah. I'm ready to crash after today."

It'd been a long day at the Sheriff's Department. A typical day included patrolling and responding to calls, but today had been busier than usual with four bank robberies. Four! What made it worse was that Stiles knew something supernatural was at play. Each bank claimed the person robbing them was an employee, but every suspect had an airtight alibi, including one who had been in the hospital for a planned surgery.

Stiles sighed, ready to go home and curl up on the couch with Derek. Unwind. He'd get a good night's sleep and start fresh tomorrow, researching to try and figure out what was happening. Derek would help, of course. He always did, no matter how strange or difficult the supernatural problem they faced. It was the life they chose when they decided to stay in Beacon Hills, with a Nemeton drawing in whatever monster of the week that caused mayhem and chaos in their little town.

But Stiles wouldn't trade it for anything. This was his home, and Derek (and the pack) was his family. Together, they would face whatever came their way, just as they always had.

With a content sigh, he leaned into Derek's side. The soft glow of the streetlamps cast a warm light over the path, and the gentle rustling of leaves was soothing.

So, naturally, that was when everything went to shit.

Derek tensed beside him, squeezing his hand as he pulled Stiles to a stop. His nostrils flared, as if he scented something in the air, and his eyes burned alpha red.

The sudden shift sent a prickle of unease running down Stiles's spine as he followed Derek's gaze, scanning the parking lot. The peaceful atmosphere had shifted. They were no longer alone.

"What do you—"

See, he wanted to ask, but Derek cut him off with a warning growl, pushing Stiles back.

Stiles rolled his eyes. While he loved Derek's protectiveness, he also hated when Derek got all overprotective. It reminded him of the pool incident when they faced the Kanima, and Derek shoved him back, trying to keep him out of harm's way. But he could handle himself, dammit! He'd more than proved that over the years; however, before he could argue, a figure emerged from the shadows, stalking toward them, revealing an eerie mirror image of Derek.

What the actual fuck? Stiles's mind reeled in disbelief at the sight of the doppelganger, struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Uh…please tell me you have a secret twin I didn't know about." Honestly, it wouldn't surprise Stiles if that were the case. Hell, he didn't know about Cora until she'd shown up in Beacon Hills, so Stiles wouldn't put it past Derek to have a secret twin. But the feral growl rumbling from Derek's chest told him this was no long-lost sibling. This was a threat, and Derek was ready to protect him at all costs.

The figure stalked closer, its movements predatory and unnatural. Stiles's heart raced as he recognized the same intense alpha glow in the doppelganger's eyes. He could only hope that was where their similarities ended—that whatever this shapeshifting creature was, it didn't somehow possess the same strength, speed, and abilities as Derek.

Stiles swallowed hard, his mind racing for a way to help Derek. But before he could voice his plan, the doppelganger lunged forward, claws outstretched. Derek roared, shifting into his beta form as he met the creature's attack head-on—fangs bared, claws extended, eyes blazing with rage. The sound of their clashing filled the empty parking lot, and Stiles was determined to find a way to help Derek before one of them was seriously injured.

He sprinted toward Derek's Camaro, hand outstretched to open the trunk, where his trusty bat was stashed. But before he could reach it, a sharp pain shot through his side as the doppelganger's claws raked across his flesh. Stiles cried out, his urgency mounting as he stumbled and clutched the wound.

"Fuck!" Blood streamed through Stiles's fingers as he fell to his knees.

Derek's fury was palpable as he shifted into his full alpha form, fur rippling across his body, his clothes falling to tatters on the ground. He lunged at the doppelganger, now a hulking black wolf, and sank his teeth into its shoulder. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie as the creature howled in pain, thrashing and clawing at Derek, but his grip was unyielding.

Of course, it was. The minute it had attacked Stiles, there was no way Derek would hold back—unleashing the full force of his alpha power. The creature didn't stand a chance.

Stiles watched in awe as Derek tore into the doppelganger until the creature's struggles grew weakerweakerweaker. Its bones cracked and popped, the sound sharp, until it finally went limp in Derek's hands. Its body morphed, claws falling away, hair receding from its face as it shifted back to what Stiles could only assume was its original form—a pale, sinewy alien-like creature with limbs just a bit too long, spindly fingers, sunken eyes, and sharp fangs.

Derek released it, chest heaving as he shifted back to his human form and rushed to Stiles, kneeling beside him. He gently examined Stiles's wound, his brow furrowed in worry, despite his own face and torso being streaked with blood. "Shit, this looks bad."

He pressed his hands against the deep gash on Stiles's side, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Tis but a scratch," Stiles said, the grimace on his face betraying the bravado in his voice. No one would blame him, considering the sharp and throbbing pain in his side. It distracted him enough that he couldn't even admire all the tan skin and muscles on display as he checked Derek over for injuries. But, naturally, all his wounds were already healing thanks to his supernatural abilities.

"Did you seriously just quote Monty Python while you're lying here bleeding?" Derek's eyes narrowed, his expression both concerned and exasperated, clearly not amused by Stiles's attempt at humor. "We need to get you to Deaton, now."

He scooped Stiles into his arms as if he weighed nothing—something that both irked and turned Stiles on. It reminded Stiles of the FBI raid from so long ago when he'd been injured and Derek had carried him to safety. It had been the catalyst for their relationship.

Usually, Stiles would put up a mild protest, which was more fond than anything, but not this time. Not when the movement jostled his side, making him wince. The adrenaline from the encounter was wearing off, leaving him drained. Or maybe that was the blood loss.

Either way, he leaned into Derek's embrace.

"Home. I wanna go home," Stiles murmured. All he wanted was their bed. To be surrounded by the comforts of home.

"But—" Derek started, but Stiles cut him off.

"Please, Derek. I just want to go home." Stiles's voice was soft, laced with exhaustion. He knew Deaton needed to check his wound, but the idea of their bed and the safety of their home was all he could focus on.

Derek hesitated for a moment, then sighed. As much as Stiles wanted to make a quip about having Derek wrapped around his little finger, it probably wasn't the best time, so he stayed silent.

"Fine," Derek said, shifting Stiles in his arms and hurrying toward the Camaro, "but I'm calling Deaton to meet us there."

Stiles sighed in relief, resting his head against Derek's chest until they reached the car. Derek gently placed him in the passenger seat, ensuring he was secure before rushing around the hood to the driver's side. The engine roared to life as Derek called Deaton, and he sped toward the preserve—toward home—his grip on the steering wheel tight with worry.

"I'm alright, big guy," Stiles promised. This wasn't the first time he'd been injured, and considering their lives, it definitely wouldn't be the last. But he knew that didn't make it any easier, not for Derek.

When they pulled into the driveway, Deaton wasn't there yet. Derek carefully helped Stiles out of the car and carried him to the house. Once inside, he left the front door unlocked and took Stiles to the living room, lying him down on the couch without a care in the world for the mess they would leave behind.

Derek carefully ripped Stiles' shirt off with his claws. His brows were pulled down in a frown as he examined Stiles's wound, his touch feather-light. Stiles winced slightly but knew Derek was doing his best to be gentle.

"We need to call my dad and the pack." That…thing…was still out there, and they couldn't just leave it for some unsuspecting person to find, dead or not. The people in town weren't stupid; they knew Beacon Hills was special, that there were things that went bump in the night. But as the saying went, ignorance was bliss.

"I'll let them know," Derek said, phone already in his hand.

His voice was a low murmur, and his eyes never left Stiles's face as he spoke with the Sheriff, filling him in on what had happened and assuring him that Stiles was okay.

Stiles reached up, taking Derek's hand and gently squeezing it in reassurance. He hated seeing him so distressed. His life had already been hard enough—a veritable shit show of trauma and loss. Stiles knew Derek blamed himself for every injury Stiles or the pack sustained, even when it wasn't his fault. He wished he could take away Derek's guilt—ease the burden on his mate's shoulders.

"Yeah, here he is." Derek handed Stiles the phone and mouthed, 'I'll be right back,' before heading into the kitchen.

Stiles managed to suppress a groan as he put the phone on speaker, already anticipating his father's worried lecture.

"I'm okay," he said before his father could launch into a tirade.

A familiar sigh came through the line, one that spoke of years of worry and frustration, and Stiles could picture his dad pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "You're always 'okay,' kid. But Derek said you were injured. Bleeding. That doesn't sound so 'okay.'"

"He's exaggerating, Dad. You know how Derek is. I get a papercut and he freaks out," Stiles said, trying to downplay the severity of his injury. "It's just a scratch, really. I'm fine. Derek's just being overprotective, as usual."

Stiles winced as he shifted on the couch, the pain in his side flaring up. "Okay, maybe it's a little more than a scratch, but Deaton'll get me all patched up and I'll be good as new."

"Stop moving," Derek chided, stepping out of the kitchen with a washcloth and a large bowl filled with water. He kneeled beside the couch and began gently cleaning Stiles's wound. It was a gnarly-looking gash, but Derek's touch was gentle and soothing. Black tendrils snaked up Derek's arm as he took Stiles's pain, leaving Stiles a little woozy.

He leaned into Derek's touch, relishing the comfort it provided. His father's worried voice continued on the line, but Stiles barely heard it, focused instead on Derek's gentle ministrations.

"Hey, Sheriff?" Derek interrupted. "Deaton just pulled up. I'll call you later, okay?"

Derek ended the call and turned his attention back to Stiles.

"Wait," Stiles's voice came out sluggish, a side effect of Derek's werewolf mojo. "First, you should put some pants on." Because Derek was still naked, and Stiles could be a possessive bastard. He didn't want anyone but him to see his mate's bare skin. "Also, I forgot to tell Dad that the thing, whatever it was—" he took a deep breath, then let it out in a gust "—was the thing. The…thing…the banks."

Because that made total sense. God, Derek taking his pain was better than any painkiller Stiles had ever taken—a magic morphine that fogged his brain.

"You think the shapeshifter was behind the bank robberies," Derek stated. Either because he knew Stiles well enough to follow his line of thinking or because Derek had a bad habit of avoiding inflection when asking questions.

"Yeah, that." Stiles made an appreciative sound as Derek walked over to the laundry basket sitting in the corner and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

"I'll let your dad know. Right now, I just want to make sure you're taken care of." Derek kissed his forehead as Deaton walked in the front door.

"How's my favorite patient?" Deaton asked, setting his bag on the coffee table.

"Don't lie. Your favorite patients are puppies and kittens," Stiles replied, wincing slightly as Deaton examined his wound. "Derek's taking good care of me."

Deaton chuckled, his skilled fingers probing the injury. "I bet he is, Mr. Stilinski. This looks like it needs a few stitches, but it's not too deep. You're a lucky one."

Derek hovered anxiously, watching Deaton's every move. "What do you know about other kinds of shapeshifters?"

"Was that what did this?" Deaton asked, a brow raised.

Stiles nodded. Despite his best efforts, a sharp hiss of air escaped his lips when Deaton began stitching the wound. "Yeah, but not like one I've ever seen or heard of before."

Stiles hissed again, then sighed as Derek's hand found his, the pain easing. "It looked alien, but it could shift into people. It looked like Derek. And I'm pretty sure it's been impersonating people all over town."

Deaton nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked. "I've heard of such creatures, though they are quite rare. And dangerous, considering they can mimic any person they encounter. As you discovered."

"Will he turn?" Derek asked, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

That wasn't something Stiles had even considered, but now all he could think about were the different ways someone could be turned into a werewolf. One of which was being scratched. Not that Stiles had anything against being a werewolf, but he'd prefer it to be on his own terms.

Thankfully, Deaton shook his head. "No. For one, it's not deep enough. But even if it were, while the creature could transform and take a werewolf's beta form with claws and fangs, it's not an actual werewolf. The injury it inflicted will heal normally and without any supernatural effects."

Derek visibly relaxed at Deaton's reassurance.

Deaton finished stitching up the wound and applied a bandage. "There, all done. No showers or baths for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. I'd suggest a careful sponge bath if needed. Just take it easy for the next few days and let that heal."

"I'll make sure he rests," Derek said, his hand gently squeezing Stiles's. He turned to Deaton, his expression serious. "The Sheriff will be bringing the body to your clinic so you can examine it."

"Excellent. I'll take a look as soon as it arrives," Deaton replied, gathering his supplies. Once he was packed, he headed for the door. "Call me if you have any other concerns."

With a final nod, he left the house, leaving Derek and Stiles alone once more.

Derek turned his attention back to Stiles, his gaze filled with concern.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Stiles's forehead.

Stiles leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as he savored the comfort it provided. "Better. I told you I was okay, though."

"Yeah, well, your version of okay is different than mine."

"Your version would have me wrapped in bubble wrap and kept in a padded room," Stiles teased, cracking one eye open to look at Derek. "But I appreciate your concern. I know you worry, especially after everything that's happened. Anyway, are you okay?"

Tonight wasn't the first time Derek had killed someone, but Stiles knew that taking a life, even in self-defense, weighed heavily on Derek.

"I'm alright. And I'm not that bad." Derek trailed his fingertips across Stiles's brow, down his nose, and over his cupid's bow. The delicate touch sent tingles down Stiles's spine. "I love you, Stiles. You mean everything to me, and I just want to keep you safe."

And what could Stiles say to that except, "I love you, too."

Derek cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks tenderly, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Stiles's lips, conveying the depth of his affection. "Don't fall asleep yet. Let's get you changed and into bed first."

"Think we can get the blood out?" Stiles asked, glancing at the couch as Derek helped him stand.

They probably could, but Stiles didn't really want to think about all that right now. He'd rather curl up beside Derek and sleep.

"I'll take care of it," Derek assured him, sweeping Stiles into his arms.

Now, Derek's strong arms cradled him as he carried Stiles to their bedroom and then into the ensuite bathroom, where he carefully undressed Stiles and cleaned him of any traces of blood with a washcloth. All Stiles had to do was stand there as Derek helped him into a soft T-shirt and sweatpants before guiding him to their bed.

"I'm going to clean myself up real quick," Derek whispered against his temple, taking a moment to inhale deeply, like he was breathing in Stiles's scent—something he always did. "Be right back."

Stiles sighed contentedly as Derek pulled the covers over him.

Derek was always so attentive and caring, definitely a change from the gruff and hardened exterior he used to project. A man who had once been a loner, now surrounded by a pack and a mate who loved him unconditionally.

Stiles snuggled deeper into the covers, the sheets soft and cool because Derek bought ridiculously expensive one hundred percent mulberry silk sheets with a momme weight of nineteen. He still wasn't sure what that meant.

His eyes drifted shut. "M'kay. I'll stay right here."

"You do that," Derek said with a chuckle, the sound fading as he walked into their ensuite bathroom. In the distance, the shower sputtered to life, and the soothing sound lulled Stiles into a light doze. But he woke when Derek returned, sliding into bed behind him and carefully pulling Stiles into his arms.

Stiles melted against Derek's warm, solid frame, feeling safe and content. He made a pleased sound and snuggled closer when Derek gently kissed the back of his head before breathing him in. "I love you."

The pain from his injury faded as Derek's warmth enveloped him, and Stiles smiled.

"And I love you," he breathed, letting the steady rhythm of Derek's heartbeat lull him into a peaceful sleep.

[harringtonstilinski]

Biggest Regret - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Mitch Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 2,047 Warnings: angst, small bit of fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since November. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Heartbreak. That’s all that I felt today… heartbreak. My boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me… for another girl. The prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on. Her name; Katrina. I saw her every single day. Why? Because she was in one of my classes.

“W-what?” I stammered. “You’re… you’re breaking up with me?”

Mitch nodded, eyes cast down. “Yeah.”

Yeah. That’s all he said.

“Why?” I asked, face scrunched, hurt evident.

He shrugged. “I met someone else. Ended up falling for her, I guess.”

A tear fell down my cheek. I didn’t bother to wipe it away. Not knowing what else to say, I turned around, fully intending on packing his shit.

“Don’t bother,” Mitch said, interrupting my finding of his things. “I already packed my things.”

Slamming the dresser drawer shut, I set my hands on top of the dresser, head hanging down. I sighed, whispering, “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” Mitch asked. I could tell he stepped closer because his voice was more near my ear.

Turning around, my voice was a little louder as I said, “I can’t believe this.” I looked him in his eyes, not seeing an ounce of regret. “You’re seriously gonna throw away three years all because of a girl?”

He closed his eyes, sighing. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“Did you just happen to be studying with her one night and then just… just… I don’t know, kiss her?!” I was full of anger at this point. Actually, I was more than angry. I was enraged. “You cannot stand here and tell me that I’m not worth fighting for. That we aren’t worth fighting for.”

Mitch didn’t say anything at first. When he went to open his mouth, his phone rang, interrupting our moment. He looked down at it, eyes flashing a little bit of relief. Motioning towards the door, he said, “I gotta go. It’s–”

“Katrina?” I asked, arms folded.

He nodded. “Yup.” He picked up his bag, turning to walk out of the door.

I followed him, saying, “You’re gonna regret this one day, Mitch Stilinski. Big time.”

Turning his head to face me with his hand on the doorknob, he said, “Doubt it. She doesn’t make me second guess my every move, my every thought, my every word. She makes me feel like I can say or do anything, and not have any regrets about it.” With that, he turned and walked out of my apartment, leaving me stunned.

I don’t know how it had been before I moved to find my phone, calling my best friend, who answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s–”

“I need to get shitfaced. You up for it?”

~~~

Two Years Later

“Babe, no,” I said. “That’s not right.”

“What do you mean that’s not right?”

“Look, in order to find out why the perp did it, you have to find the motive. Just saying that you know why they did it without having the motive, you basically have no case. You have to find the motive behind the why.”

Stiles looked at me like I had two heads. I sighed as he picked up the case file in front of him, looking at the contents of the folder. He looked back up at me, my face showing a small smirk.

“Will you help me?” he asked, doe-eyes on full display.

I chuckled, standing from my spot at the dining table. “Of course,” I answered, walking over to him and straddling his lap. Setting my hands on his shoulders, I sighed. “I’ll always help.”

He smirked, bringing his hands from my outer thighs to my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his. Our lips met in a subtle kiss. Our lips moved in gentle sync for a moment before his tongue traced my bottom lip, but before our tongues could dance between our cheeks, his phone rang.

I groaned, setting my forehead on his shoulder as he leaned us forward, grabbing his phone from the table. I felt him stiffen after he leaned back, so I looked at him. “What?”

Instead of answering me, he answered his phone. “Dad?”

My brows furrowed as I looked at the man I’d been with for almost 2 years. After Mitch decided to dump me for another woman, Stiles and I went and got shitfaced drunk. I couldn’t remember what happened at the club that night, but what I do remember is waking up next to Stiles the next  morning, clothing optional.  We talked about what happened and decided that we both would wait until I was over his twin before we would give us a chance. A month went by after that night before I had decided to give Stiles a shot. Here we are, two years later.

Bringing me out of my memories, Stiles patted my leg, silently asking me to stand up. “What do you mean, Dad? What happened?” Stiles asked, standing from his chair to pace the area behind the furniture he previously occupied. “Should I–? Even–? Okay. I’m on my way.”

I watched as Stiles hung up the phone, looking at me with somber eyes. “I have to go to the hospital.”

“What, why? Is your dad–”

“Babe, he’s fine. It’s…” he stopped his words, looking down at our feet. 

“Stiles?” I inquired. I placed my hands on the sides of his face. “Tell me. I can handle it.”

He sighed, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “It’s Mitch.” He looked at me, my gaze fuming. “Dad wants you at the hospital, but–”

“Mitch doesn’t want me there,” I concluded.

Stiles sighed again, nodding his head. I sighed, heavily, turning towards the kitchen. “That’s fine,” I said, putting everything away from dinner.

“Y/N/N,” Stiles tried.

“Nope,” I said, dismissively. “Go. Go be with your family.” I turned around to face him, placing a kiss to his lips that he didn’t have to react to. “I’ll be fine. Just gonna clean up and maybe have a glass of wine.”

I heard Stiles sigh as I put our leftovers in containers. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be back later. If you get tired, don’t wait up for me. I love you.”

I turned around to face him, eyes full of adoration. “I love you, too.”

~~~

I didn’t know why the mention of Mitch put me on edge, but it did. Yes, I knew about the beach attack. I also knew about Mitch’s involvement with the CIA, even though I wasn’t supposed to know.

I only knew because… I also worked with the CIA, just in a different setting. See, while Mitch went out into the field and did all the ass-kicking, I was sitting behind a desk, doing copious amounts of paperwork. Another part of my job? Sniffing out recruits. No, I didn’t sniff Mitch out for Irene Kennedy. She did that all on her own, and while she handled all the hardcore stuff… I handled, what I like to call, the softcore stuff. 

I was about 3 glasses of wine in when my phone rang. Caller ID said that it was Stiles, but when I answered the phone with “Hey, babe,”, it wasn’t his voice that I heard.

“Babe? Why would you–” 

I felt my blood run cold. Mitch. I didn’t say anything else. I just stood, frozen in my spot. Bringing my phone from my ear, I looked at the screen, contemplating hanging up… that is until I heard Mitch’s voice again.

“I asked Stiles if I could borrow his phone. I wasn’t going to call, but… I guess I did anyway.”

“Why?” I asked, without missing a beat.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “I wanted to hear your voice, I guess.”

I let out an incredulous chuckle. “I don’t believe that.”

“Y/N/N–”

“No!” I interrupted. “You broke up with me. You cheated on me. You fell in love with another girl, and broke my fucking heart. Guess who was there to pick up the pieces? Yeah. Stiles. I love him, Mitch.”

“No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t love him. You’re using him as a rebound. You–”

Slapping my hand on my outer thigh, I exclaimed, “We got together a year after you left me, Mitch! I genuinely fell for Stiles. I–” I stopped my words, thinking about why we would be having this conversation. “Are– are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“No, you are. You’re fucking jealous. You’re in denial. You regret it.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Or you’re using me as a rebound from Katrina.” I instantly regretted bringing Katrina up after what happened to her. Yeah, it was a hit below the belt, and I shouldn’t have brought it up. I guess part of me wanted him to really regret leaving me. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring her up. I know you’re still devastated over losing her–”

“Did you know that I proposed to her? Five minutes before she died, she said yes.”

Looking down at my feet, I quietly said, “I know.”

Mitch was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Can you come see me? I’m all bandaged up, but… can you please come see me?”

I mulled over it for a few seconds before I nodded, forgetting that he can’t see me. “Yeah. I can come up there. We can talk more.”

~~~

When I got to the hospital, I was nervous as hell. Just thinking about what Mitch would say and if Stiles and their dad were still here. That question quickly became answered as I watched both of them walk out of where I’m assuming Mitch’s room is.

“Y/N?” Stiles asked, facial expression confused. “What are you doing here?”

Sighing, I said, “Mitch wanted to see me. So, I relented and came up here. Hey, Sheriff.” I hugged him, moving back to stand in front of two out the three Stilinski men. “Okay, uhm, I’m just gonna go in there and see what he wants. Shouldn’t take too long.” I walked up to Stiles, pressing my lips to his cheek. There used to be a spark there every time I kissed him, but today… no spark. Damn it.

I didn’t look at Stiles as I passed him, going into Mitch’s room, not wanting to look at him, but when I did, tears sprung to my eyes seeing all the bandages on his arm and leg, IV attached to him.

He held his good arm around, telling me to come to him with the movement of his head. So I did. And it felt right. He held me tight after I got as comfortable as I could on him, careful not to hurt his leg or lay on his IV line.

“I’m sorry,” I quietly sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s not your fault. This happens in my line of–”

“Not about you being hurt, about everything else. About Katrina, me and Stiles getting together, just… fucking everything.”

He put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up so that our eyes could meet. “It’s okay. You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“But your dad told Stiles that you didn’t want me to come see you. Why the change of heart?”

Mitch shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t want to see you to the point where I wanted to see you.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I lightly chuckled.

“No, but what does, is this,” he said, cupping my cheek to lean down as best he could to catch my lips with his.

There’s that spark. The spark that started to die with Stiles. It’s crazy how I’ve now had both Stilinski boys, but I’ve been madly in love with one since I knew what love was. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

“I still love you, ya’know,” he whispered. “I loved Katrina, too, but I think I loved you more. And still do.”

“I still love you, Mitch,” I whispered back. 

Since it was getting pretty late, I laid my head on his shoulder, still being very mindful of his state. I sighed, closing my eyes as I heard him say, “Letting you go was my biggest regret, and I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since december... i feel fucking terrible... for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on June 14, 2023

[fullmoonficlet]

MASTERLIST 504 - DRINK

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Wake Up, I Need You Beside Me by @wulfnerd (FIC, Derek/Stiles, PG-13, 1530) Vampire Stiles, Blood, Blood Drinking

A Real Drink by @josjournal (FIC, Derek/Stiles, G, 1566) Human, Drunk Stiles Stilinski, Vomiting

Drink by @darkjediqueen (FIC, Derek/Stiles, Not Rated, 1,640) Alternate Universe, Derek Hale Has a Twin

[noszkass]

garrison "grady" oliver knox jr.

thirty two. podcast host. amateur sleuth. casey deidrick.

grady: [looks deeply into your eyes; pats your knee, sympathetically.] grady: “i don’t care.”

content warnings: mentions child neglect, parental abandonment, missing parent, (suspected) death of a parent, alcoholism.

dominant traits. opinionated, surface level arrogant, judgmental, creative, sarcastic, invasive, blunt/crass, antisocial, stubborn, self-aware, unyielding, grudge-holding, mouthy (read as: "brutally honest"), insensitive, protective, intuitive, reactive, self-reliant, observant, adaptable, impulsive.

fictional parallels. connor welsh (htgawm); jess mariano (gilmore girls); jughead jones (riverdale); stiles stilinski (teen wolf); nancy drew (cw nd); veronica mars (vm).

○ his name is grady. no one calls him garrison, not anymore. not since his mother was around. i say around, and not alive, because she isn't dead. just missing. a town native who moved away when she was pregnant with him, but brought a lot of the darker parts of miriam's well with her. he was raised on unfinished stories and embellished half truths about the place his mother grew up in─the place he eventually called home at fourteen─and, ultimately, is probably responsible for his interest in all things unexplained. and his father, well... his father is around georgia, somewhere, he supposes. they haven't spoken for a while. believe it of not, a relationship with your son doesn't cure at the bottom of a bottle.

○ his life pretty much always baseline sucks and his attitude and demeanor mirrors that. which is fine since grads is the type of guy who makes more acquaintances than he does friends. and even more enemies than that. he will casually put his nose in your business because "that’s my job" and he makes no apologies for who he is.

○ when he was younger he wanted to be a journalist, a photographer, and novelist and you can tell. too curious for his own good and heavily believes in not only checking his sources, but questioning everything. he's not afraid to stand up for the things he believes in or for the people he finds deserving of it, and has very little issue or care to what what consequences these actions might breed. he also may or may not be a coffee addict.

the corner booth at the local diner; twilight zone background noise; the smell of coffee seeping from moist skin; sweeping honesty; not only is the truth out there, but it also probably sucks; ring around the rosie was about the black plague; anti-social social club; dry sarcasm over milkshakes; swear jar that has his name on it; the company misery loves; mean nerd aesthetic; late nights in the studio with great music and a constant opinion.

plot hooks.

○ his family. well, his mother's family. the people she left behind, whatever's left of them. possibly an aunt (preferably his mother's twin, who he had no idea existed, so imagine that shock) who took him in when she went missing at fourteen and any potential children she might have? because cousin relationships are great and no one has your back or will kick your ass quite like family. can't imagine them being well off, more like town trash and maybe this aunt was the best of them. ○ veronica mars needs clients. ACAB indeed, but sometimes people need solutions to problems that a corrupted small-town government isn't capable (or willing) to get them. what does that mean? for the low price of [insert negotiation here] this knox boy will go out of his way to find the answers you need. husband fucking the secretary? photos will hold up nicely in divorce court─not to mention i'm a ~fantastic photographer. you get the idea. sure, it's not the prettiest (or cleanest) job, but it's easier to make money off liars, thieves, and cheating spouses than you might realize. especially in a small town with such an ugly history. ○ the unlucky barista/cashier/counter girl. it'd be nice to have a little back-and-forth relationship with someone who might work for his aunt? i imagined [his aunt] owns a coffee shop or cafe (or something of the sort) and he's always in there helping himself to free coffee and snacks and likes to poke and prod this person when he's bored via asking a million intrusive questions or just being his curious, obnoxious self. taken by noor ♡ ○ co-hosts of the night shift. well, it's not the doomsday podcast, certainly not with their following, but like a lot of people who find their way to miriam's well, they share the same basic general interest (unsolved mysteries, serial killers/true crime, paranormal/ghost hunting, lore, extraterrestrial, etc.) except, grady also likes to use his platform to bitch and moan about other things that happen in town. some topics more pointed than others, and often about public officials he has no business putting on the air and his fellow casters probably hate him doing. no one likes a target on their back. ○ pizza buddy + longtime friend. someone (preferably someone he considers close/from when he first moved to mw) who will go with him to flying saucers at two am for "out of stock" garlic knots (and/or an employee he bribes with🍃for said knots 👀) because he's an actual human garbage disposal and he hates himself just enough to like the aesthetic and that entire plot sounds fucking awesome?? bonus points if they both used to work there when they were younger, and now this shit is habit/a bastard tradition at this point. ○ doomsday descendants. characters who are part of the families who have abduction histories that he can interview and broadcast on his podcast─also pick their brain about every little detail and absolutely get on their nerves in some way or another.

[kendelias]

✖️?💖

(this is ofc excluding our faves already <3)

glee:

billie ramos & joy schuester: billie, every time joy starts shit: GO BEST FRIEND GO. no but sincerely she would love her so fucking much; billie’s motto is very much “i support women’s rights but more importantly i support women’s wrongs” so she would bail joy out at every opportunity and back her up at all times. 

vi avery & dolly corcoran: i want queen bee vocal adrenaline besties is there anything wrong with that??? i want POWERHOUSE QUEENS!!!

vi avery & marilyn pillsbury: vi falls in with quinn, santana, and brittany for a little bit when she shows up to school, so she and marilyn would definitely hang, and queen bees gotta stick together. also no one knows struggling with sexuality quite like virginia avery so they could definitely relate there.

teen wolf:

adam argent & alexis argent: okay so ik we’ve talked about this a little bit before but SOME MORE THOUGHTS: lexi being so excited to move every time they did and cheering adam up about it, filling adam in about the supernatural before the family “decides” it’s okay. like just siblings man all my love for Them

adam argent & arianne martin: not enough content about the younger sibling squad. their own scooby doo gang WHEN? them hanging out when allison and lydia hang out, adam being Completely starstruck,,, just them head empty

adam argent & kailani mahealani: okay but these two becoming friends before him and danny,,, kailani being the biggest adanny shipper,,, just think on it just reminisce

adam argent & raegan stilinski: when will she adopt him pls,,, he had such a shit relationship with his mom he needs it okay. him teaching her sign language,,, her telling him he’s perfect as is,,, (also family dinners with stiles would be so funny and awkward)

maya lynn & eden dunbar: okay but maya being besties with not one but BOTH of the dunbar twins??? iconique! outsells! “it’s always been the three of us” type vibes! no but seriously maya needs more positive female friendships in her life and she and eden would get along like a house on fire i know it

maya lynn & lanie benson: them finding out about the supernatural TOGETHER??? maya wholeheartedly stanning lanie/liam (save her being a tad overprotective of him in the beginning probably but if they talked it out she’d get there). once again maya and female friends pls

oliver clark & scout stilinski: i love some popular besties tbh. oliver, after ribbing on stiles for three hours straight: not you though scout you’re an angel and we’re lucky to have you. also the angst of him keeping secrets about the supernatural while stiles knows... oof.

titans:

phoebe barrett & vanessa kline: dick grayson (honorific) and jason todd (honorific) for phoebe so she’d Love vanessa. she’d also think she’s such a badass and look up to her so much. all she’s ever wanted was to be a hero and vanessa is exactly what she envisioned!! 

phoebe barrett & tracey abbott: traumatized and with daddy issues? love that for them! i could see tracey taking phoebe under her wing and looking after her unlike anybody had done for her.

girl meets world:

gus minkus & hope matthews: can you say BEST SIBLING IN LAWS? also gus knows what it’s like to be overshadowed by a sibling (although in his case he doesn’t think of it as a bad thing quite yet). he would def be closer to her than riley tbh (he loves riley but like... hope just Gets It ya know) and would very gently call out all the riley favoritism (getting progressively louder about it as the show goes on). i just know in my heart they’d be besties tbh

gus minkus & katelyn shumaker: gus canonically does stage crew for every show farkle does, so he def would have met kate!! katelyn introducing gus to the other class and expanding his friend group would mean SO MUCH to him tbh.

supernatural:

maude song & elle winchester: honestly girlie lives with the winchesters for years and needs someone even Slightly closer to her age around. (all of her friends are adults like 10+ years older than her LSDNFFNKLF) since she’s just like dean, they’d get on like a house on fire tbh. also i feel like elle could sympathize with maude about like... not knowing who her father is/having a complicated relationship with him, losing her loved ones, etc. i need these traumatized besties in my life xoxo

honestly there’s probably more that’s just the one that jumped out at me!!

send me an ✖️ for some crossovers!

[tw-anchor]

39. Trust Your Abilities

Anchor

Stiles Stilinski x Original Character

Episode: 3x15: Galvanize

Word Count: 6,559

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence + gore, dramatic Stiles, Peter’s severed finger

Author’s Note: Y’all I have had the worst luck these past couple of months. I must have broken a mirror or something without knowing. Please enjoy! Make sure you reblog, like, and tell me what you think!

Masterlink in Pinned Post!

Peter was lucky to have Olivia and Derek. Most people wouldn't help someone who had murdered and injured more than one of their family members. In fact, if Peter wasn't her father, Olivia wouldn't even be in the same vicinity as him, let alone help Derek sew his finger back on.

But, that's where she found herself. She hovered behind Derek as he and Peter sat at the table in Derek's loft; Derek had taken upon himself to sew Peter's finger back on after the Calaveras' head honcho cut it off. Thankfully, Peter put the finger on ice once Braeden got the two of them out of the hunters' grasp.

Olivia wasn't afraid of blood, but even the sight of her cousin sewing on her father's finger caused some nausea. Thankfully, it was over soon; Derek worked quickly, ignoring Peter's complaints in a way that Olivia couldn't. If she hadn't known the year Peter was born, she would have thought he was six years old. Peter Hale could dish out the pain without a problem, but he certainly couldn't take it.

"Ow," Peter hissed as Derek finished up his almost-perfect sutures. "Don't you have any anesthetic?"

Derek gave him a blank look, setting the small pair of medical scissors on the table next to him. "Yep."

Olivia snickered. "You know, I really thought you'd have a higher pain tolerance,"

Peter rolled his eyes at her. "Shut up," he turned back to Derek and with a whine to his voice, asked, "Are you at least going to tell me what I risked life and digit for?"

"Yeah, actually, I'd like to know that, too," Olivia added, crossing her arms over her chest. "And, you know, why I had to hire a mercenary to get you guys out of there..."

"I'm going to show you," Derek got up from his seat and took only a minute or so while he went up to his room and came back down. He carried a cylinder box made out of some sort of wood, with a triskele carved into the lid; he opened it and carefully slid out its contents. "After the fire, that's all that was left of her."

Talia Hale's claws clattered onto the table and Olivia almost flinched. Even though Talia was long dead, she could still feel power radiating off the claws. And that power? It felt like her Aunt Talia. It wasn't necessarily a tether like her pack members, but there was a slight glow to them on her mental map that caused her pause.

That's why Derek went, she realized privately.

Peter's eyes narrowed in recognition as he looked at his sister's claws. "Talia. I can't decide if that's touching or morbid," he raised an eyebrow at Derek. "I guess the real question is, what are you planning on doing with them?"

Derek hesitated before answering. "I have to ask her something," he finally revealed. "and from what I've heard, this is the only way possible."

Realization dawned on Peter's face. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Why do you think I sewed your finger back on?" Derek's lips turned up slightly into a smirk.

Olivia wrinkled her nose. She hadn't known what Derek was going to do with Talia's claws, but from context clues, she figured it out. Peter would connect to Talia's claws and then do the alpha ritual on Derek, where he peaked into Derek's subconsciousness through his spinal cord. It was a painful procedure and each time Olivia witnessed it, some part of her heart ached.

Even though she did want to know what Derek spoke to Talia about, she couldn't watch him go through with the ritual. It honestly didn't matter much, either way, because she had to get going in order to fetch Stiles from his house so they could get to school on time.

"That's my cue," she patted Derek on the shoulder before heading to the door. "I'll call you later, Der."

"Have fun at school," he mumbled in reply.

Much to her surprise, when she got to her car, Isaac was waiting for her in the passenger seat.

"What are you doing here?" she wasn't upset about his presence, but merely curious.

She slid into her seat and buckled her seatbelt, starting her car. She pulled away from Derek's building and took a left, heading into town so she could pick them up some breakfast. It would butter Stiles up to Isaac's attendance.

Isaac shrugged. "Scott took his bike, so I thought I'd get a ride with you."

"You walked all the way to Derek's loft from Scott's house to get a ride to school?" Olivia laughed.

"Well, any opportunity to annoy Stiles, and I'm there," Isaac chuckled with her.

Olivia shook her head in amusement. Only Isaac...

After a quick stop at the McDonald's drive-through, Olivia was pulling to a stop at the curb in front of Stiles' house. Isaac clambered into the backseat, almost hitting her in the face two separate times with his long legs, as Stiles bounced out of the front door and made his way down the sidewalk.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he was very cheerful today and Olivia knew it wasn't because it was from his lack of nightmares—because he certainly had one. No, he was happy because today was Mischief Day, the day before Halloween. "Mwah!"

The placement of his lips against her cheek with a noisy kiss made Olivia grin. "Morning, sweetcheeks."

"Good morning!"

As soon as Stiles heard Isaac's voice, he deflated. He whipped around and faced the backseat, a scowl on his face. "Ugh, what are you doing here?" he complained; as he reached for the handle of his door, Olivia locked the doors and pulled away from the curb. "Livvy, let me out. I'll drive myself."

"No, you won't," she said firmly. "Wednesdays are my days to drive."

"Well, why'd you bring Isaac?"

"I brought myself," Isaac told him smugly. He reached into the McDonald's bag and pulled out Stiles' breakfast sandwich amongst the wrappers from his biscuit and Olivia's bagel, tossing it at him. "Breakfast."

"Thank you," Stiles grumbled at Olivia as he turned to face the front once again. He unwrapped his sandwich with a grouchy look on his face. "Now Mischief Day is ruined."

"No, it isn't, Mr. Mischief," Olivia rolled her eyes. "If anything, Isaac riding with us is mischief..."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Oh, get over yourself," Isaac rolled his eyes; Olivia caught the action through her rear-view mirror and tried to hide her grin.

"You get over yourself."

"No, you get over your—"

"Okay, both of you, shut it," Olivia interrupted their ridiculous argument. "I don't want to hear another word from either of you until we get to school."

"But—"

"Shush."

"Yes, Mom."

"Isaac Lahey."

Olivia wasn't as annoyed as she portrayed herself. It was actually kind of amusing to see Isaac and Stiles fully chastised for their little spat. Nevertheless, the only noise throughout the rest of the drive to the school was some alternative song that Stiles had turned on

"Look," Isaac spoke as Olivia was parking. "the twins are here."

Olivia and Stiles followed his gaze and saw that he was right. Ethan and Aiden's bikes were parked neatly in the two spaces next to Scott's. Scott had already abandoned his bike and was talking to them, looking affronted.

Stiles' face hardened and in that moment, he and Isaac had something to agree on; they both could not stand Ethan and Aiden.

Stiles and Isaac rushed out of the car and Olivia briskly followed them, making sure that her car was locked securely.

"You're back in school?" they heard Scott ask the twins.

"No, just to talk," Ethan answered him.

"Oh, that's kind of a change of pace for you guys," Stiles snarked as he came to a stop on Scott's right; Isaac joined the alpha's other side. "Usually you're just hurting, maiming, and killing."

Aiden chose to ignore Stiles, keeping his eyes on Scott. "You need a pack, we need an alpha."

"Yeah, absolutely not," Stiles answered for Scott. "That's hilarious, though."

Aiden narrowed his eyes at Stiles while reminding Scott, "You came to use for help. We helped."

"You beat him up, two to one," Olivia spoke up, her voice hardening. "And then when he was down, you had to be stopped by your brother."

"Yeah, in my opinion, that was actually counter-productive," Stiles added as he took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Why would I say yes?" Scott asked, though he looked to be humoring the twins, more than actually considering them as pack members.

"We add strength, we'd make you more powerful," Aiden pitched. "There's no reason to say no."

Stiles rolled his eyes, Olivia scoffed, and Isaac sneered at them, "I can think of one. Like the two of your holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd." Olivia nodded in agreement with Isaac, her heart aching at the thought of her dead pack mate. "In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now."

Aiden growled at them, his eyes glowing ice-blue. "You wanna try?"

Olivia couldn't believe his audacity. She held out a firm hand, sending her own purple-tinted glare at him. "You need to back up," she ordered firmly, allowing her voice to shift and take control of him.

Aiden's eyes dimed back to their normal brown, but his glare stayed.

"Sorry, but they don't trust you," Scott glanced between Ethan and Aiden, his gaze lingering on the latter and his wicked temper. "And neither do I."

The four of them walked past the twins without another word—though, Isaac did send them a triumphant smirk as he passed.

As soon as they walked into the school, Stiles was decked in the face with a roll of toilet paper.

"All right, that's my fucking face!" he growled as he whipped the roll back at Greenberg. He patted Scott on the chest as they continued on to his locker. "Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good alpha decision."

Scott winced sheepishly. "I hope so."

"No, you know so," Olivia loved Scott, but he wished that he would see people the way they were, not the way he hoped them to be. Ethan and Aiden had a large part in Boyd's death, like Isaac had just mentioned, and they were also part of the pack who killed Erica. Sometimes, people couldn't be redeemed.

"Exactly," Isaac pointed at her in agreement.

Stiles, who had successfully closed the door to his mind after Malia's transformation back to a human girl, easily dialed his combination and unlocked his locker. He started unpacking his very full backpack, unloading his various Mischief Day pranks.

Scott nudged Olivia while Stiles was focused on his bag. "Hey, what did you say her name was again?" he nodded down the hall and Olivia saw that he was looking at Kira, who was at her own locker.

"Kira Yukimura," she informed him. "She's really sweet. Why?"

Scott shrugged. "Just wondering."

Isaac and Olivia exchanged an amused look. "Right, okay."

Stiles glanced at them. "What are you guys looking at?" he followed their gaze, saw Kira, and then looked back at Scott, "You looking at her?"

Scott immediately looked away from Kira, flustered. "Her? Who her?"

"Her-her," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Kira. You like her?"

"I thought you were into Lydia now," Isaac mentioned idly; Olivia smirked when Scott's eyes widened in shock.

"What? No!" he shook his head quickly. "I mean, may—no! She's okay, they're both okay...Kira's new."

Stiles shook his head and carefully placed a carton of eggs into his locker. "Yeah, that made a lot of sense, buddy. Just ask her out."

"Who, Lydia?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "He meant Kira, Scott."

"Now?"

"Yes, now," Isaac encouraged him.

"Right now?"

"Right now," Stiles slammed his locker shut after grabbing his econ textbook and turned to face Scott head on. "Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an alpha. You're the apex predator—"

"Please don't call him a predator while trying to convince him to ask Kira out," Olivia interjected with a gentle shudder.

"Makes sense," Stiles nodded at her before going back to Scott. "My point is, everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants."

Scott raised his eyebrows, confused. "The hot girl?"

"You are the hottest girl," Stiles poked him in the chest with a wink.

His words must have finally gotten through to Scott, because the alpha nodded with a small, but cute smile on his face. He looked up at Isaac and announced, "I'm the hot girl."

Isaac nodded seriously. "Yes, you are."

Scott giggled cutely before walking away.

Olivia watched him go, shaking her head. "You three are the oddest people I've ever met."

Isaac laughed at her and followed Scott while Stiles scoffed, "Says you," he grabbed her hand as they walked down the hallway to her locker. "Aren't you the teenager whose favorite ice cream is vanilla?"

"You know I don't like ice cream that much," they reached her locker and she swiftly unlocked it. "Now, should I be jealous that you called Scott the hottest girl while I was standing right next to you, or...?"

"No," Stiles leaned against her neighbor's locker, smiling down at her. "Want to know why?"

"Why, Stiles?"

"Because hot doesn't even begin to describe you, Livvy," he cooed sweetly, making her giggle.

"You're lucky I love you," she poked his cheek. "otherwise, you'd be too cheesy for me."

"You like cheese."

"On my pizza," Olivia shut her locker with a laugh, cradling her econ textbook in the crook of her right arm. "Now, did you want to catch the show are you gonna sit around all day and miss it?"

Stiles' eyes lit up at the reminder. Last night, or early this morning, Stiles and Scott had come to the school to prank Coach. It was his birthday and apparently the best friend duo had been pranking him on Mischief Day since they entered high school. It was a sort of tradition for them and Stiles said it was always good fun, but Olivia had never witnessed one of these pranks herself.

She would never tell Stiles, but she was kind of excited about it.

"Yes!" he grabbed her free hand and started pulling her down the hall.

When they entered Coach's classroom, Stiles had insisted on sitting in the front row, so he had a good seat for all the chaos that he and Scott had reined upon Coach. Olivia sat behind him and when Lydia and Scott came into the classroom together, a moment or so later, they sat next to them. The bell rang and there was still no sign of Coach—but then, they heard what was going on next door.

What sounded like furniture collapsing to the floor came from Coach's office. Not a second later, they heard him shout, "Son of a bitch!"

Stiles broke out into a round of snickers, his whole body shaking, and Scott grinned in amusement. Olivia let a smile appear on her lips as she glanced at Lydia, who shook her head, an expression that somehow held both annoyance and amusement painted on her face.

The door that connected Coach's office and the classroom was forced open and then slammed quickly as Coach entered the room. "Mischief Night, Devil's Night," he grumbled, glaring at the students as most of them laughed. "I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. You think it's funny that every Halloween my house gets egged?"

The general consensus was yes, everyone thought that Coach's house getting egged was funny.

"A man's house is supposed to be his castle! Mine's a freakin' omelet..." Coach turned to his desk and spotted the wrapped gift that Greenberg had deposited before he took his seat. "Oh, this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so!"

Coach whipped the present onto the ground and stomped on it. A surprised look flashed onto his face when he heard glass breaking; Stiles' laughter increased into a small roar.

Coach picked up the present, a mug with his picture on it, which was now broken, and glanced at the card. "Happy birthday," he read. "Love, Greenberg."

The slightly chastised look on Coach's face made Olivia laugh. Her giggles died down when Lydia's tether pulsed. She turned to her cousin and saw her on her phone, swatting the air around her head.

"Lyds, what are you doing?" she leaned over to her desk and whispered.

"There's a fly," Lydia mumbled in response.

Olivia narrowed her eyes and looked around; she didn't see any flies.

-

-

When Stiles had gone to get his wallet out of his backpack so he could buy his lunch, he definitely didn't expect the police to walk into the school. Many of the deputies were led by his dad, while some of the suited agents walking around were brought by Agent McCall. Even more shocking than the force's appearance was the reason for their visit.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Stiles rushed after Noah after being given a distracted response about why they were at the school. "The William Barrow? The shrapnel bomber? He was spotted nearby?"

Noah turned and stopped, giving the students who were on their lunch break and surrounded the hallways a nervous look. "A little closer than nearby, actually," he corrected Stiles, lowering his voice.

Agent McCall walked by them, the vice-principal at his side. "How do we get down to the basement? I need to know where every entrance is. I don't want anybody coming in or out of the school."

This was more serious than Stiles thought.

"Dad," he looked at his dad with wide eyes. "what's really going on here?"

It didn't take long to discover what was happening. Noah quickly explained that William Barrow had come into the hospital for surgery but had instead escaped. They followed him to the school and they were trying to find him before he ended up killing more people. The scariest part about William Barrow was the fact that he went after kids with glowing eyes.

That meant that Olivia, Scott, and Isaac were in trouble.

He quickly found his friends at the table in the cafeteria where he left them and ushed them out of the overcrowded room. Scott wasn't with them, but he told Olivia, Lydia, Isaac, and Allison what was going on and what—or who—William Barrow was after.

"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes?" Isaac repeated in disbelief as the five of them wandered along an empty hallway on the second floor of the school. "He said those exact words?"

"Yeah," Stiles squeezed Olivia's hand, assuring himself that she was safe next to him. "and no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies—which, in any other circumstance, would be all kinds of awesome."

"Maggots coming from the body is a thing, but I've never heard of flies in the stomach," Olivia muttered thoughtfully.

Lydia stopped walking abruptly. "Did you say flies?"

The rest of them stopped with her.

"Lydia?" Allison prompted an explanation from the redhead.

"All day I have been hearing this sound," Lydia explained, pressing her lips together in frustration. "It's like this...buzzing..."

Olivia frowned in realization while Allison asked, "Like the sound of flies?"

That's why Lydia's tether lit up in econ, Olivia realized in dismay, her banshee powers were picking up Barrow at the school.

Lydia nodded grimly. "Exactly like the sound of flies."

It was quickly decided that they needed to split up and find Scott, since he was missing in action. With three floors to search, Allison and Isaac took the top, Lydia and Olivia took the second, and Stiles took the floor level. While they were trying to find Scott, they also had to avoid the police, who were doing their own search for Barrow.

Five minutes before the lunch period was over, Stiles found Scott outside of Mr. Yukimura's classroom. "Hey, dude, where the fuck have you been?"

Scott opened his mouth, but didn't get to answer, as Olivia and Lydia came storming up to them.

"The police are leaving," Lydia told them. "Why are they leaving?"

Scott winced in surprise. "The police?"

"They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here," Stiles told her.

Olivia shook her head in disagreement. "No, he has to be here," she insisted, her eyes traveling to her cousin. "Tell him, Lydia."

Stiles gave the redhead an expectant look.

"The sound, the buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder."

Stiles heart sank. "How loud?"

Olivia's eyes flashed purple. "Loud enough that I can hear it."

Yeah, okay, Stiles glanced between them, that's pretty loud.

Within minutes, Stiles found himself chasing his dad and Agent McCall—along with other deputies and FBI agents—to the parking lot. "Dad, Dad, you can't leave yet!"

"We got an eyewitness that puts Barrow by the train station," he dad explained.

"Let's go, Stilinski!"

Noah went to follow McCall, but Stiles stopped him.

"Dad, please...Lydia said that he's still here."

Noah's eyes widened slightly. "Did she see him?"

"Not exactly, no," Stiles grimaced; he hadn't exactly told him what Lydia was yet. "Well, not at all, actually. But she has a feeling. A supernatural feeling."

Noah turned his eyes away from Stiles in order to look at Olivia and Lydia, who had followed Stiles out of the school. While Lydia looked away, acting like she wasn't listening to their conversation, Olivia slapped on a sweet smile and waved at him.

He waved back at her and then looked back at Stiles. "Lydia wasn't on the chess board."

"She is now."

"Kanima?"

Why did his dad think everyone was a kanima? "Banshee."

"Oh, God."

"I know how it sounds, but basically, it means that she can sense when someone's close to death," Stiles explained rapidly. "And you know what Livvy is, okay, and she's got a bad feeling, too."

"Do these feelings tell them that I'm about to kill you?" Noah retorted, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know," Stiles looked back at Olivia and Lydia, and this time, it was Lydia who waved at Noah.

"All right, look," Noah leveled him with a calm, yet stern, stare. "I'm not saying I don't believe, but right now, I'm going with eyewitness over banshee and anchoram. We're leaving the deputies here. The school's on lockdown till three o'clock. Nobody come in, nobody comes out. Buddy, that's the best I've got right now. That's the best I can give you."

"You're leaving me here," Stiles objected as Noah turned and ran away from him, joining McCall and his agents. "That is not—that is the worst!"

Betrayal, in its purest form. That's what he was feeling at the moment. How dare his dad just leave him here, ignoring his warning about Barrow? Why didn't he just drop him off at the firehouse when he was an infant? It was the same type of abandonment!

Okay, he was being dramatic, but still...

Well, finding William Barrow was up to them, now.

-

-

Olivia, Stiles, and Lydia met with Allison in an empty classroom. While Scott and Isaac, along with Ethan and Aiden, would search the basement and floor level, and Olivia, Lydia, and Stiles would search the upper levels, Allison would be sneaking out of school in order to go home and search through the Argent's bestiary for some kind of explanation on Barrow's stomach flies and ability to wake up from full-blown anesthesia.

"The bestiary is literally a thousand pages long," Allison stated as she opened one of the windows leading to outside. "if I'm going to find anything about flies coming out of people's bodies, it could take me all night."

"If you go to the find button in the word document, you should be able to search for flies," Olivia pointed out.

Lydia nodded in agreement. "And remember, the word in archaic Latin for fly is musca."

"Got it," Allison climbed out the window.

Lydia turned to Olivia and Stiles. "Where do we start?"

"Upstairs," Stiles answered. "Let's go."

An hour later, after searching the second floor for any sign of Barrow, they moved onto the third floor. The drawing room was the second room they searched on the floor, right after the room that was reserved for painting.

Olivia soon received a text message from Isaac, informing her that he and Scott were moving onto the floor level while Aiden and Ethan finished up the basement.

"Are they still in the basement?" Lydia asked her.

"Scott and Isaac moved on, but Ethan and Aiden are," Olivia answered, slipping her phone back into her bag. "The twins had to search the boiler room and then they're meeting up with Scott and Isaac."

"Fuck!" Stiles' sudden curse caught Olivia and Lydia's attention. "All the wolves, the majority of the students with glowing eyes are either in the basement or the first floor. An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole fucking school."

Olivia cocked her head and disappeared into her mental map. There were no whispers warning her about her or her pack mates, no names floating through her head. Every tether on her map was safe, other than the slight pulsing from Peter and Derek's—which she assumed was because they were either still doing the alpha ritual or they were recovering from it. So, they were safe from Barrow, right?

But Lydia was still hearing that buzzing. She could hear it, too, if she dived into her cousin's tether. Barrow was still in the school, somewhere, but her powers weren't warning her about anything...

Why aren't there any warnings? She thought, almost frantically. William Barrow is here.

While lost in her head, Olivia missed the significant look that Lydia and Stiles shared. "We have to get them out," Stiles proclaimed. "We have to get everyone out."

"How do we do that?"

Like any other problem in their very problematic lives, Stiles had an answer. Within the next few minutes, he had pulled the fire alarm and was caught by Coach, who claimed that if he was younger, he would have punched him. He had also earned himself a week full of detention.

School ended while students piled out of the building for the drill, which meant that the lockdown was over. Olivia, Stiles, and Lydia joined Scott, Isaac, Ethan, and Aiden near the parking lot to see if they found any sign of Barrow.

"We didn't find anything," Aiden reported.

Scott nodded in agreement. "Not even a scent."

"It's three o'clock, so school's over," Stiles sighed. "If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have set it off by now?"

"I've got nothing," Olivia clenched her jaw, wishing that her abilities were giving her something to work with. "I'm not getting any warnings..."

Ethan raised his eyebrows. "Does that mean everybody's safe?"

"That's what she means," Isaac snapped at him in Olivia's defense. He then glanced at Lydia, thoughtfully. "but if you are hearing the flies..."

Lydia shook her head, just as lost as everyone else. "I don't know," she said sadly. "I just don't know."

-

Sirius knew that something was wrong with his girls. Lydia was hiding in her room and Olivia's face was snuggled into his fur as the two of them laid on her bed. The way her dog squirmed underneath her ear gave Olivia the hint that her anxiety was rubbing off on him. It made her feel bad; she rolled away from Sirius and onto her stomach, resting her chin on her forearms as her eyes landed on her boyfriend's figure across the room.

Stiles had opted to come over to her house instead of his, even though he would have been more comfortable in his house, with his own walls made up like a crime board. Even though Olivia had objected at first, it hadn't taken much coaxing for Stiles to convince her to allow him to set up a brand-new crime board on the large corkboard of her wall, which usually held pictures of her friends and family. She just couldn't resist the weirdo, especially when he pulled out four different balls of colored string—blue, yellow, green, and red—out of his backpack.

"Do you always keep those in there?" she had asked him. He had blinked back at her, almost innocently, and answered, "Yeah, why?"

So, now she watched the love of her life in his element; solving cases was what he was best at. Like her own personal, sexy Sherlock Holmes—she much preferred him to Benedict Cumberbatch.

"Okay, so green is solved, yellow is to-be-determined, and red is unsolved," Olivia hummed as Stiles pinned yet another piece of red string to connect a picture of William Barrow and one of the Eichen House. "What does blue mean?"

There were about three pieces of blue string that hadn't made much sense to her. The rest, she could somewhat follow.

"Blue is pretty," Stiles turned and winked at her. Her heart warmed, remembering the last time he told her that—his favorite color was blue, like her eyes.

"Well, yeah," she smiled as he sauntered over to her, plopping down onto the bed beside her. Sirius scurried off the bed, unnerved by the bounciness of the mattress. "but what does it mean in term of the investigation?"

"Nothing really," Stiles admitted. He leaned closer to her and brushed his lips on her forehead, just above her right eyebrow; her heart started racing. "It's different for each crime board. Today, it's the same as red."

Olivia pressed her lips against his, pulling back quickly. "You only have red on the board."

"Yes," Stiles rolled his eyes and laid on his back with a sigh. "I'm aware of that, thanks, baby."

Olivia shuffled closer to him and shifted so half of her body leaned against his. "I don't get it," she admitted, resting her chin on his chest as she studied his face. "Lydia felt Barrow at the school. And I did, too, it's just...I feel like my powers weren't working."

Stiles frowned and brushed his thumbs over her flushed cheeks. "What do you mean?"

"The tethers, none of them were giving any hint of trouble. When I looked at them, I knew that everyone in the pack was safe. Yet, when I dived into Lydia's, I could hear the flies buzzing. Just like her," she sighed in frustration. "It's so contradicting, it's maddening. And we didn't even find any physical proof of Barrow being there."

"Livvy, you've been right about this kind of stuff before. So has Lydia," Stiles comforted her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer against him. "and maybe the fact that you weren't feeling anything and Lydia was is a hint."

"What do you mean?"

"You know if your pack members are in trouble...What if someone who's not in the pack is who Barrow was after?"

Olivia cocked her head thoughtfully. "That makes sense," she mused. "but still, if he was at the school, the wolves didn't scent him."

"What if he didn't smell like himself? What if he changed his scent somehow?" Stiles bounced another idea off of her. "I mean, you said yourself that Lydia was right. Barrow was there. What if he, fuck, what if he changed into someone's gym clothes. Or he used some girl's perfume...What if he—"

Olivia sat up, her eyes widening in realization. "The chemistry lab. He could use chemicals to completely hide his scent. If they were strong enough, it'd be like he never stepped foot into the school."

Stiles grinned widely at her. "We are geniuses," he pecked her on the lips and then patted her butt. "Get Lydia. We need to go to the school."

-

Since Mr. Harris' tragic death, there hadn't been a science department head. If he was still alive, getting into the large closet of the school's chemicals would be infinitely harder because Harris was known to stay late after school. Now, though, with Stiles' lock-picking skills, it was easy to break into the senior chemistry lab where the closet was located.

Now, Mr. Harris was a dick, but he was the only science teacher who knew what he was doing at Beacon Hills High School. With science being Olivia's favorite subject, he had been her favorite teacher, of sorts—she purely respected him for his knowledge, not his attitude. For the first time since his death, Olivia didn't mind that he was gone.

Yeah, she knew how horrible that sounded. Ultimately, though, Mr. Harris had helped Kate Argent set the Hale house on fire—who went around telling random women ways to get away with arson? —and the fire led to most of the things that had gone wrong in her life.

"So, what are we looking for?" Lydia asked as they entered the room. Though Stiles and Olivia had brought her up to speed on why they were going to the school, some of the details were still kind of lost on her. She watched as Olivia frowned at the chemical closet and opened it, the key already in the doorknob. "That's supposed to be locked."

"Yeah, exactly," Stiles muttered, walking into the closet. "Notice anything else?"

Lydia inhaled and studied the closet. "It smells like chemicals," she realized. "You guys were right, they wouldn't have been able to catch his scent."

Olivia hummed and pulled out her phone, turning on its flashlight and pointing it at the floor. The three of them flinched when they saw the small puddle of blood on the floor; Stiles even got a little green around the gills, which wasn't surprising due to his slight fear of blood.

"Gross," he groaned quietly. "He was here, preforming very minor surgery on himself."

"Lydia, you were right," Olivia reached for her cousin's hand, squeezing it lightly. "Your instincts were right."

"Then why don't I feel good about this?"

"Probably because he was here to kill somebody."

"Kids with glowing eyes," Olivia mused. "but they're not part of the pack. Which narrows it down it down to..."

Lydia shrugged. "I have no idea."

"We gotta figure it out," Stiles decided. "Spread out, start looking for anything."

The girls did as he said, leaving the chemical closet. While Stiles started on one side of the classroom, looking through some of the lab tables, Lydia walked toward the teacher's desk, and Olivia searched some of the cabinets that held the lab equipment.

"Lydia," Stiles noticed that Lydia drifted toward the chalk board absentmindedly and saw that she was staring at a set of three numbers. "what are those?"

19. 53. 88.

"Atomic numbers," Lydia answered as he and Olivia moved to her side.

"Is it a formula?"

"No," it was Olivia who spoke this time. "Nineteen's Potassium. Fifty-three is Iodine. Eighty-eight is Radium. The first two make Potassium Iodide."

Olivia picked up a piece of chalk and started writing the atomic symbols next to their corresponding numbers.

19—K

"Potassium is K?" Stiles interrupted her writing.

Olivia nodded. "From Kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name."

53—I

"What's Radium?"

88—RA

"RA."

KIRA.

"Kira," Olivia breathed, her heart starting to race. "That's why none of the tethers were giving me anything."

"Guys," Lydia spoke up, giving them a horrified look. "Scott went to Kira's house for dinner."

-

When they got to Kira's house, Scott was knocked out, laying on the street next to his bike. Kira was no where to be found and when Stiles was finally able to wake Scott, he confirmed their suspicions.

"Barrow, he took Kira!" he exclaimed breathlessly as Stiles and Lydia helped him to his feet.

"We know. He was after her the whole time," Stiles patted him on the back. He glanced at Olivia, who had been talking to Isaac on the phone to see if he and Allison found anything in the bestiary. "What'd he say?"

"They didn't find anything," she reported, ending the call. "Just some stuff about flies and the dead. Nothing else."

"Well, we have to think of something," Scott said nervously. "He's going to kill her."

"I knew he was there," Lydia's voice deepened when it shook from the anxiety she was feeling. "How did I know that?"

"You heard the flies," Stiles said. "What do you hear now?"

Lydia was silent for a moment, listening, before she shook her head. "Nothing," she scoffed, disappointed in herself. "I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it. I just—I sweat to God, it literally makes me want to scream."

Screaming, the most known way of communication from a banshee. "Then scream, Lydia," Olivia urged her. "Scream."

The scream that burst from Lydia's lips was the loudest any of them had been yet. While Olivia covered her ears and flinched back, she mused that it might have been because it was the first time Lydia was actually cooperating with her abilities. Despite the pain that being a banshee could bring her cousin, she was proud of Lydia for using her powers for good.

Lydia's tether flared and shook, but it held strong. Lydia was strong.

A full minute later, Lydia's screamed died down. The redhead didn't move, still turned away from Olivia, Stiles, and Scott. A noise caught her attention, the buzzing noise. She followed it, looking up at the streetlight hanging above her. She quickly turned around, causing Stiles to flinch.

"It's not flies," she told them. "it's electricity."

As Scott looked up at the light, Stiles twisted his lips. "Wait a second," he thought aloud. "Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation."

"What substation?"

He squinted, trying to remember the information from some of the papers he pinned to the crime board in Olivia's room. "The one by the Iron Works."

-

Scott drove ahead of them on his bike, arriving at the power substation in the Iron works couple minutes before Olivia pulled up with Stiles and Lydia in her car. Scott had already run into the building and Stiles was jumping out of his seat the second Olivia shifted into park.

"Okay, wait here," he told Olivia and Lydia. "Just wait for the cops to come."

"Stiles, I'm coming with you—"

Stiles cut Olivia off before she could protest more. "I have only one bat, Livvy. Please, please just wait."

Olivia felt her heart starting to ache from the panic pumping through her. "Stiles, if you die, I'll kill you."

Stiles only winked at her before running off into the building. Lydia climbed into the passenger seat while they waited, tightly squeezing her hand. It wasn't long before Scott's red tether was pulsing painfully and seconds later, Stiles' and Isaac's started up, too.

Scott, Stiles, Isaac...Scott, Scott, Scott...Isaac, Isaac, Isaac...Stiles, Stiles, Stiles...

There was an explosion; bright lights came from the inside of the substation and then everything went black.

"SCOTT? ISAAC? STILES?"

(Gif is not mine)

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Insecurity

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Obviously, Stiles and Derek’s “friendship” was always complicated. Stiles was always a bit intimidated of him, and never quite trusted him. So when you ended up finding out about their world and inevitably meeting Derek, Stiles was less than pleased. He feared for your safety, and he did not want you anywhere near the alpha.

Turned out though, Derek had taken a liking to Stiles girl - Y/N. You ended up having to hang around Scott and Stiles a lot more often in order for them to keep you in the know and safe - not that you were really complaining. Stiles was only displeased because of the scenario. Derek had come by the school to inform Scott about a new threat. “He can’t just text you?” Stiles complained when he spotted Derek approaching them from the parking lot. Scott shrugs his shoulders and Stiles crosses his arms, glaring at the older boy. He was just glad that you weren’t here... Oh.

“Hey guys!” You greet your boyfriend and his friend as you make your way over to them from the stairs. Your smile warmed Stiles heart, until he heard Derek’s voice - then it dropped. It was obvious that Derek was so much better looking than him - he could be a damn model! Why would Y/N ever pick me over him?

You spot Derek just as he steps up to Scott’s side, shooting a grin in your direction. “Oh, hi Derek.” You greet him as you get closer, smiling shyly at him. Stiles looks between the two of you and lets out an audible groan. You cock an eyebrow at him before you place a kiss on his cheek and lean on his shoulder as you readjust your stockings under your skirt.

“What’s going on, Derek?” Scott asks the alpha standing beside him, stealing his attention away from Y/N’s legs.

“Not here.” Stiles rolls his eyes at Derek’s request to speak somewhere else. There was no one within hearing distance of you guys - why does he do this? Stiles puts his hand on your hip as you finish fixing your stockings, watching you intently - trying to see if you were going to look over at Derek. Instead, you glance up at him, shooting him a little smile. “What?” You ask, unaware of what was going through his head.

“They should come too.” Derek continues, meeting your eye once again. Stiles eyes him as he looks at you, his grip on your hip tightening. You look back up at your boyfriend and furrow your eyebrows. “What, Stiles?” You ask, confused about his odd behavior.

He drops his gaze to look at you momentarily until Scott speaks up.

“I can practically smell the testosterone right now, guys.” Scott groans, shooting a look between his friend and Derek. You look between the three guys, trying to figure out what you were missing. Derek scoffs as Stiles glares at him once more. “C’mon, don’t got all day.” He demands, nodding his head for you guys to follow him. You let it go for now as the three of you follow after Derek. He leads you guys out toward the end of the parking lot, where he parked his motorcycle. You admire it momentarily before focusing your attention on the two werewolves, awaiting whatever information they had.

Derek goes on to explain the situation with the tension forming with the pack that had just come into town, the one that the twins belonged to. You listen carefully as Derek and Scott a plan of action, unaware of Stiles glaring between you and Derek. He felt like you were paying too much attention to him, his jealousy and insecurity getting the better of him. When Derek looked in your direction, Stiles threw his arm over your shoulder and leaned into you, smirking proudly at the older boy. “Seriously, Stiles?” Derek scoffs.

You glance in between the two guys, wondering what the hell just changed.

“Hm?” Stiles responds shortly, his eyes locked on Derek.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He questions, facing your boyfriend and crossing his large arms. You tense under Stiles arm and wonder why they are picking a fight with one another.

“Would you guys stop it?” Scott asks, clearly exasperated. 

“What is up with you two today?” You ask, moving away from Stiles so that you can look up at him. He finally looks away from Derek, his gaze softening when he looks at you.

“He doesn’t want me near you.” Derek states, his arms flexing slightly against his chest. You return your gaze to Stiles, awaiting an answer.

“You’re damn right.” Stiles growls. His body is stiff and tense, he almost looks like he might try to fight Derek - if he weren’t an alpha werewolf. 

“Babe? What’re you doing? He’s not gonna hurt me.” You say, placing a hand on his arm to try to relax him. He rolls his eyes and Derek laughs behind you.

“That’s not what he’s worried about.” Derek interjects, and you shoot him a look.

“Stop acting like you got all the answers!” Stiles shouts, grabbing your hand from his arm and pulling you into him, dragging you away from the two of them. You allow him to pull you along, utterly confused and shocked by his weird behavior. After you are on the other side of the parking lot, Stiles lets you go and paces, glaring over at them every so often. “Hey! Stiles!” You shout, stepping in front of him so that he has to look at you. “Talk to me.” You ask, grabbing his hand, brushing your thumb against his palm.

“I don’t want you around him.” He growls.

“Why?” You ask. He closes his eyes in frustration until you reach your hand up and cup his cheek. “Why, Stiles?” You ask, trying to resolve whatever was going on.

“Why’re you even with me? He clearly wants you - why don’t you leave me for him?” Stiles demands suddenly, his angry eyes turning soft and sad. You are shocked by his statement and let out an audible gasp.

“What? Baby. Stiles! Look at me.” You start, grabbing his chin to make him look at you again. “I don’t want anybody besides you. You, Stiles. I’m not leaving you for anyone.” You state, staring up into his eyes, not a bit of dishonesty in your face. He stares at you for a moment before nodding, pulling you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around him tightly, letting him envelope you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” He mutters into your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“It’s fine. You don’t gotta worry about him, Stiles. He’s got nothing on you.” You promise, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips, fully aware that Scott and Derek are probably watching. When you part, you smirk up at the flustered boy. “Come on, let’s finish hearing what he has to say so we can get home...” You trail off, winking at him and toying with his hand in yours. He grins back at you, interlocking your hands as you walk over to rejoin the others.

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Inscrutable {1}

Inscrutable: Impossible to Understand or Interpret 

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character

Word Count: 5,611  6,683

Warnings: None 

Author’s Note: My first Stiles fic!! I’m super excited to share this series with y’all, especially being new to the Dylan O’Brien / Teen Wolf Fandom. Send me an ask or message me if you want to be tagged!

THIS PART OF INSCRUTABLE HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE CONTENT AND HAS ALSO BEEN EDITED MORE THROUGHLY!

Finley Mannulv carefully scooped a second heaping spoon full of protein powder into her shaker bottle, hoping that the drink would give her a well-earned boost of energy for her first class of the semester. Knocking the scooper on the side of the bottle, she watched as some of the white powder stuck to the sides of the clear-blue plastic of the bottle, the rest forming a thick layer on top of the water. Finley dropped the plastic scooper back into the container and a small cloud of powder puffed out of the top, accumulating on the black fabric of her t-shirt. She hugged the protein powder container to her chest and closed it tightly before she tucked it back into her locker, wiping off what had gotten on her shirt afterwards.

Moving her bottle off of the bench in front of her locker, Finley kneeled on the wooden bench and let out a deep sigh looking into her messy locker. “Dad would have a hemorrhage,” she mumbled to herself before pulling out her dirty clothes from conditioning that morning. She made sure her number, eleven, had been printed on each piece of clothing before she clipped them on to her laundry clip and dumped them into the bin that their coach had brought in earlier. She made sure her clothes for practice later that night, along with her pinnies, were in her locker before deciding it looked clean enough for the time being.

She had never been the neatest, a controlled chaos being the easiest for her to navigate more often than not. The same philosophy also held true for any living space or locker she had prior to starting college. As soon as she made a space spotless, she suddenly couldn’t find anything she needed, and it just fell back into some sort of disarray a couple of days later anyway. A little bit of mess made her spaces feel more comfortable, more lived in.   

Finley pulled one of her many school provided hoodies off of a hook inside her locker and slipped the white fabric over her head. She looked down at the American University logo that had settled in the middle of her torso, the reality still not fully sinking in that she’d be spending the next four years of her life at the university. Her junior year of high school Finley had verbally committed to the University, contingent on the fact that she produced favorable grades through her senior year and also kept up her performance on the lacrosse field. Now, nearly two years later, she had just finished her first pre-class conditioning session and was in the process of getting ready to attend her first class of her college experience.

Finley just shook her head, not needing to be reminded about how quickly her life seemed to be blowing by, and tucked some of the extra fabric of her hoodie up under itself so she could prove she did, in fact, have on shorts. Her hair, which had mostly dried during team breakfast, got pulled out of the back of her hoodie and settled in messy, half damp auburn strands on her back.

“What do you have going on this morning?” Finley asked Cameron, one of the other freshmen on the team, who had been filling up her own shaker bottle at the water station when Finley approached.

Cameron screwed the top of her bottle on tight and looked down at the unmixed powder that had been pushed down when she had poured the water in. “Caramel,” Cameron replied as she started shaking the container, “it’s good. My go to in high school.” Finley nodded and started filling up her own bottle, the fresh water pushing the powder down into the small amount of water that Finley already had in the bottle.

Finley made note of the flavor as she watched the bottle’s water level rise. “I need to order a few more, vanilla and cookies and cream get old after a couple weeks, but they’re all I brought with me.” She flipped the switch on the water fountain, turning the water flow off. “My brother stole a few containers for himself before he left for school so I’m low on my stock.”   

Cameron took a long sip of her drink before tilting the bottle towards Finley in some sort of ‘cheers’ motion, “I’ll drink to that one. See you tonight.” Finley offered a smile in acknowledgement as she screwed the top to her own bottle back on tightly.

She held the top tight with her index and middle fingers and shook the bottle vigorously, watching the spring ball bounce around inside as the drink mixed. After she made sure her drink had been properly mixed, she took a long sip, swiping her tongue over her teeth to remove the film that stuck to them from the protein powder. “I’ll see you tonight!” She waved to Savanna, her locker-room neighbor, and adjusted the straps of her designated ‘class’ backpack on her shoulders.

When she had helped to move her brother into college a few weeks prior, she had made fun of him for taking his ‘Notre Dame Football’ backpack with him everywhere. But, to his defense, he had been gifted quite a lot of gear by the university prior to even getting to college and he had also used a similar backpack throughout his senior year of high school. Now though, Finley looked at herself in one of the mirrors and snorted, realizing she was now in the same position. Team sneakers were on her feet, team shorts her choice attire of pants and an ‘AU Lacrosse’ hoodie topped off her outfit with the matching t-shirt underneath.

“Good luck with your first day of classes!” Savanna offered Finley an excited smile. Finley nodded in thanks while she picked up her lacrosse bag with her free hand, she needed to bring it back to her dorm to tighten the pocket of her stick, and bringing the bag to class with her was a better option than having to travel back to the locker room after her class just to pick it up.

“This entire year will go a lot faster than you think it will now, the countdown to graduation in four years really starts now.” Jayden, a junior, added. Finley nodded as she grabbed her lacrosse stick and gripped it in the same hand as her bag, off to officially start her first day of college.

She received the opportunity to move on to the American University campus two weeks early, along with the other athletes who attended the school. The two-week period seemed to allow her, and the other freshmen athletes, a cushion to comfortably adjust to college life and the campus itself. It felt like it gave her a leg up on the other freshmen, she already looked, and felt, comfortable on campus that was a huge part of adjusting to college life and she already had it in the bag.

In her two weeks already on campus, Finley had been able to find where all of her classes would be, as well as settle into a routine. Six o’clock morning workouts, seven fifteen shower, seven-thirty team breakfast. After breakfast she knew her classes started at eight-forty-five or eight-fifteen depending on the day.

Taking all early classes would allow her plenty of time to nap in the afternoon if she felt like she needed to before attending evening practices. On the days when she didn’t feel like sleeping a little extra, it would allow extra time for homework and studying. Her brother had settled into a similar routine at Notre Dame, although a little busier because football was in season at the university, but it was comforting to know her twin was in a similar mindset.

At eight-thirty Finley stepped out of the William I Jacobs Recreational Complex, the sun had finally risen within the timeframe she had been inside the facility. The early mornings would begin to get old near mid-terms, but for now the early start felt somewhat refreshing, she was already awake and nearly three hours into her day while most of the other students had probably just woken up.

Despite her classes being in the first time block of the day, Finley noticed that campus had already started to bustle with activity. Students who were excited, nervous, and overwhelmed for their first day of classes were all on the way to the multiple academic buildings. Some were chatting in small groups, others walked alone with headphones in, and she even noticed a few couples holding hands. Must be nice.

The late-August morning air had a slight chill to it and Finley felt the hair on her legs stand up when a breeze passed. The morning air seemed easier to breathe than the stuffy August afternoon air she had been practicing in for the past two weeks during two-a-days. Her first class for the day was Introduction to Law, a class she didn’t feel all that excited for.

Finley liked to think she had a solid knowledge of the basis of the legal system. Thanks to her parents, of course. Her father’s current job title read ‘Director of the Central Intelligence Agency’ on various news channels when he would give interviews, and her mom had once worked for the Department of Homeland Security, she felt well versed in the basics of the law. However, Finley had also accepted that fact that she couldn’t use her father’s government position and the stories he had told her to get out of introduction level classes for her major.

However, Finley had been able to use many of the dual enrollment and advanced placement classes to get out of many of her core curriculum classes. She only had two freshman level classes to take this semester and would then be fully immersed into the classes for both of her majors, and with her starting out on campus as a sophomore, she would be able to register for what she needed next semester rather than getting stuck with the leftover dregs for classes.

Carefully reaching back to put her protein shake in her left backpack pocket, Finley pulled her phone out of the waistband of her Nike shorts and saw a text from her twin brother. Cian was a freshman quarterback at Notre Dame and hoped to start a couple games in the upcoming season and be named the permeant starter his sophomore year.

“You cheating on the field yet?” Finley snorted reading the text message over to herself a couple more times before trying to think of a witty response, she felt too tired to think of one, her brain not being awake enough to muster a proper insult.

“It’s not cheating when it’s my natural athletic ability. Same goes to you man.” She responded before tucking her phone back into her waistband before scaling the steps to the academic building her first class took place in.

Entering the old building Finley inhaled the stuffy air before trying to remember which way she went to find her classroom last week. The strong smell of mold and sheetrock made her sneeze and she realized that she would need to take one of her ‘allergy pills’ every morning to be sure none of the buildings would bother her going forward. After deciding to take the hallway to her left she quickly found the room she had located once before and pushed the door open with her elbow. She stepped into the lecture style room and saw a few students already inside the tiered room, scrolling through their phones or laptops.

Surveying the room, she noticed plenty of prime seat options and opted to climb the stairs and slide into the first seat closest to the middle aisle in the third row. She grabbed her protein shake out of its pocket and settled it on the table in front of her along with her water bottle. Finley set her lacrosse bag on the floor, tucking it up against the end of the table that spanned her whole half of the row, making sure nobody would be able to trip over it. She stood her stick up next to her bag before sitting down and pulling one of her headphones out.

Scrolling through her team’s group chat she followed along with dinner plans and made a mental note to remember to go after practice later that night, their coach stressed team bonding, and team meals fell under that umbrella. Finley would look up every time the door opened, and her classmates started to trickle in. So far only one other girl had settled into Finley’s row, on the complete opposite end from her.

At eight-forty a middle-aged man entered the room and started logging into the computer, no materials with him other than his reusable water bottle and cell phone. Finley assumed he had to be the professor and nodded before looking back down at her phone. Something about him just felt off, but she couldn’t pinpoint what the ‘offness’ he gave off was.

A couple minutes later she heard someone move past the girl at the end of the row, mumbling a ‘sorry’ as they slipped behind her chair. The footsteps indicated they were most likely a male, and as they got closer Finley got a whiff of their body scent. It could only be described as ‘boy’. The cologne and deodorant he had on clashed and the smell of the two mixing with his normal scent made Finley sneeze. Fantastic.

She heard the stranger get closer and closer until his erratic heartbeat settled right next to her, he also smelled like some type of medication, something with amphetamine in it. “Hey,” his voice distracted her while she was in the middle of typing out a message to her brother, trying to concentrate on the message she had been through the fog that was this boy’s natural scent. She hoped he would leave after she didn’t acknowledge him, but after he didn’t leave after a few seconds Finley caved.

She looked up and noticed the boy had dark hair and soft brown eyes, his facial expression definitely gave away his anxiety about his first day. His thumbs were hooked into the straps on his backpack while he rocked on the balls of his feet. “This seat free?” He asked while pointing at the chair next to where Finley sat. She gave him a quick once over and noted how he nervously chewed on his bottom lip, his cheeks getting a little bit red as his heartbeat quickened, his nerves only growing.

He was nervous, and kind of cute, he could stay. Finley nodded and pulled her other headphone out, “yeah.” She didn’t understand why he had to sit right next to her when there were plenty of other seats free that weren’t near anyone. There were also a few seats two away from her but decided not to point it out.

He wore a loose red and black open flannel shirt that contrasted the fitted white tee he had on underneath; his spindly muscles visible through the material. His legs sported a pair of dark jeans and he had a black leather belt tight around his waist. To anyone else he would smell like old spice deodorant and fabric softener if they were sitting this close to him. However, Finley smelled the anxiety that seeped out of his pores.

“Some boy just sat next to me,” Finley sent her brother.

“He reeks of anxiety,” she added, wrinkling her nose and trying not to sneeze again after she had sent it. She went to slip her right headphone back in but instead felt the boy next to her stealing a nervous glance at her. Finley knew he considered saying something to her and instead opted to unplug her headphones and slip them into her school bag in a messy tangle of wires.

“I’m Stiles! I’m from California!” He offered Finley a nervous smile after his more than awkward introduction, his heart beating ever faster than after he sat down. Did he know introductions didn’t have to be so formal and forced?

Before Finley mustered a response to Stiles’ introduction, she watched his eyes trail to her lacrosse stick that peeked over the top of the table. “Oh woah! You play lacrosse here?” She looked down at her hoodie which had ‘American University Lacrosse’ printed on it, to make sure she pulled on the hoodie she thought she did before leaving the locker room. Maybe he thought it could be her boyfriend’s? But American didn’t have an NCAA men’s lacrosse team, they only had a club men’s lacrosse team.

Holy shit, Finley thought to herself, he also had too much energy. “I’m Finley. I’m from the D.C. area,” she replied slowly. “And yes, I do play lacrosse here,” she could have ended her introduction there, but her dad telling her to be ‘diplomatic’ with her classmates the night before flashed across her mind. “You’re familiar?” She added after the fact.

He nodded enthusiastically, “I played in high school! I’m also playing on the club team here, since we don’t have a varsity men’s team and all. I also probably wouldn’t have been asked to play on a varsity team if there was one.” He reached back to scratch the back of his neck nervously. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, just nervous about being across the country. Or maybe he had ADHD, just like one of her and Cian’s younger cousins.

With a nod at his response Finley turned back to her phone and saw another text from her brother. “The downfalls of being supernatural. Suck it up Fins.” She rolled her eyes at his response and tried to think of something to snap back at him when Stiles’ voice caught her attention again

“So, are you a Justice and Law major also?” Finley could feel his eyes on the side of her face. “Wait no!” He cut her answer off before she could even begin. “This class is for my Legal Studies Major!” He had decided to double major, that had to mean he was pretty smart, right?

Taking another sip of her protein shake to prevent herself from sighing, Finley turned her chair so she faced him this time. “Accounting and Legal Studies.” She saw Stiles ready to ask another question and felt thankful when she instead heard the professor’s voice carry a full ‘good morning’ through the room. 

Her eyes turned to the man at the front of the room as she pulled her legs up on to the chair she sat in, with her legs ‘criss-cross-applesauce’ on the plush material. She felt herself start to swivel back and forth as the professor started his introduction but avoided the urge. “I’m Robert,” their professor seemed to run a very informal classroom. He wore dark jeans and a polo shirt, an unzipped American University hoodie over it.

All of high school Finley’s teachers had spent time telling their classes, ‘this will never fly in college!’ However, that statement quickly had seemed to becoming false as one of the classes for the next day had already been cancelled and the Professor had sent them an email that just stated, ‘read the syllabus, ask any questions in out class on Thursday.’ Mix that message with this professor’s relaxed attitude, casual dress and lack of materials and Finley really believed that her high school teachers had just been trying to scare the students into listening.

“If you’re not here for Introduction to Law, you’re in the wrong place,” he leaned against the table at the front of the room. Finley watched as a few students stood and left the room, they all had their eyes on pieces of paper which most liked contained their schedules. “Anyone else?” Robert gave others the ability to leave if they needed. After he received no response to his question, he pushed himself off the table and clapped his hands together. “Fantastic!”

“Seems nice so far,” Stiles mumbled from his place next to Finley who tried not to show her annoyance with him. She just simply nodded in response and continued watching their professor, still slowly turning back and forth in her chair.

Robert picked up a piece of blue chalk and started writing on the chalkboard. “Since we’re in a freshman class I’ll do the whole introduction thing!” He scraped a few more words on to the board. “So, give us your name, where you’re from, you major, and I guess a fun fact about you or some shit like that.”

Oh, so it would be this kind of class. He pointed at the student who occupied the very first seat in the front row and prompted them to introduce themselves. Finley listened as others introduced themselves mentally taking note of who seemed to give off anxiety and those who were confident going into the first day. Most of the room stank of anxiety, but Finley tried to ignore the smell. She took frequent, small sips of her protein shake to fill her nostrils with the scent of vanilla instead of anxiety. After the boy in the row next to her, David, introduced himself she watched Robert’s eyes flicker over to her.

Mentally groaning, Finley pulled the protein shake bottle away from her lips. “Hi, I’m Finley Mannulv. I’m-”

“Wait. Hold on,” Finley audibly groaned when her professor cut her off. Why did professors or teachers always have to do this? Especially in D.C. didn’t they get the kids of government officials, congressmen, ambassadors, anyone else with a title seemingly ‘important’ to the function of the country and the world, all the time.

“Yes, Mannulv as in Maxwell Mannulv Director of the CIA’s daughter,” she finished for him while rolling her eyes. “Now that we addressed the elephant in the room I’m moving on. I’m here for an education just like everyone else.” She saw Stiles’ jaw open slightly next to her and shook her head. Fantastic, already off to a great first day. “Anyway, I’m from around D.C., originally from New York though, but I’m sure you knew that already,” she glared at her professor. “But I’m an Accounting and Legal Studies major and I’m on the lacrosse team.”

Robert narrowed his eyes at Finley who just offered him a lopsided smirk in response. “And no, my dad didn’t get me in here. I had at 35 on the ACT and a 1550 on the SAT.” She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

Robert smiled through clenched teeth, “so nice to have a student with such close ties to the legal system in the class.” He turned to Stiles. “And you?”

Finley coughed when she smelled his anxiety grow even stronger, did this boy ever relax? “Umm hey,” he awkwardly waved around the room. “I’m Stiles Stilinski, I’m from Beacon Hills in California, and I’m a Justice and Law and Legal Studies double major. Umm-” he hesitated, “a fun fact? I’m on the men’s club lacrosse team here.” Stiles took in a deep breath of air after he finished speaking. Finley allowed herself to breath after that and noticed that the air of anxiety around him decreased greatly. She had more important things than Stiles’ anxiety to worry about right now though.

Finley made sure Robert no longer looked in their direction before pulling her phone out. “There’s a guy in my class from Beacon Hills!” She quickly typed out in the group chat she had with her dad and brother knowing they would be interested in the information.

“Is it anxiety boy?” Cian replied.

At the same time her dad sent, “Is he one of us?”

“Yes and no!” She quickly sent. She followed it by saying, “his first name is Styles? I don’t even know if that’s how it’s spelled and I didn’t catch his last name but it started with like Still.” Finley wasn’t sure if that was how he spelled it but that’s how it had been pronounced. Hopefully it would be enough for her dad to work with.

“Just pay attention in class. I’ll send a few messages out and see what I can find.” Maxwell replied while his son answered with “Who the hell names their kid Styles?” Finley locked her phone and slid it face down on to the table in front of her with the ringer turned off.

Still having heard most of the introductions of her fellow classmates, Finley tuned back into class while watching the boy who sat next to her closely.

He definitely seemed human, another supernatural tended to be incredibly easy for Finley to sense, her father had been training her how to do it from a young age. He also didn’t smell like he had recently been in contact with any other supernatural creatures, maybe that was because he had just moved into college? If he lived in Beacon Hills he had to know about all the supernaturals there, especially after Scott McCall managed to somehow chase most of the hunters out of town and create a ‘supernatural sanctuary’ of sorts.

Finley felt a migraine creeping into the back of her head and knew she had to stop stressing about this Styles boy before she wouldn’t be able to make it through the rest of the day. Instead she focused on Robert as he began speaking about what the class would entail.

“As you all know this is an introduction to law class.” No shit, Finley rolled her eyes and took another long sip from her protein shake. “Let me start with this question. Is anyone here somewhat comfortable with the legal process?”

Finley’s hand shot up with absolutely no hesitation and she gave Robert a fake smile, as if she asked him to challenge her. She watched as Stiles’ hand slowly raised from his place next to her and her suspicion of the boy only continued to increase.

Robert looked at Stiles with shock, his hand coming up to point at the pair. “Now I know about Ms. Mannulv’s legal background of sorts. But what about you Mr.,” he trailed off forgetting his last name.

“Stilinski,” he filled in the missing word. Finley would need to remember that as best she could. “And my dad’s the Sheriff of our town back home. I also had an FBI internship for part of the summer.” Finley almost choked on her shake and had to cough again to cover it up, her eyes widening.

“Are you okay Ms. Mannulv?” Finley held a hand up at Robert’s question and nodded for him to continue. She set the shake down in front of her and her fingers were itching to pick up her phone to text her dad and brother with the update, but she knew she needed to wait.

Robert walked back to the computer and pressed a button that had a projector screen coming down from inside the ceiling. “Well, since you two are so comfortable with the basis of law already,” Finley watched as the screen lit up. The words ‘Partner Based Case Study and Mock Trial’ were written across a PowerPoint slide. “You can be our first pair for this semester!”

Finley actually choked on her protein shake this time and spiraled into a coughing fit. She quickly reached out for her metal water bottle and unscrewed the top taking a long sip to clear her airway. “Sorry, practice this morning has me wiped out, especially with the air being cool.” She let the ice water coat her suddenly dry throat. That had been a total lie, her body easily adjusted to the change in air that morning, but it would need to be a good cover for now.

She felt Stiles’ eyes on her and carefully listened for his heartbeat. After detecting a quicker than normal resting heartbeat again she realized he felt just as anxious about this assignment as she did. Maybe they would be able to pull it off.

“So now that we all realize this is a case-based class, if the rest of you would like to partner up with someone else in the class we can go through the syllabus after.” Finley watched as other students started talking with one another, trying to make compatible pairs for their projects. She took the opportunity to open her laptop and pull up the syllabus, also grabbing her phone.

“His dad’s the sheriff.” She quickly sent in the group chat before flicking her ringer back on and turning it all the way down so she would feel the phone vibrate.

Finley quickly made herself come to peace with the fact that she would have to talk to this Stiles boy more often than she originally intended to and turned to face him. “So, this just took an interesting turn.” She offered him a small smile, taking note of the indifferent expression on his face, but she did note that his heartbeat had slowed slightly.

Stiles nodded then looked over to Finley again, his eyes were soft and carried some hints of nervousness, but a genuine smile spread across his face. “Definitely not what I expected to say the least. But I think we’re both pretty experienced so we should be a great team.”

“Definitely,” Finley suddenly decided the rings on her fingers were interesting and started spinning them. “I wasn’t a huge partner work person most of my life, but this should be an easy introduction.”

Stiles snorted out a small laugh and his smile grew, “seems like all I’ve done the past few years is group work.” He shook his head slightly, “this should be a nice transition into college though. A little calmer than life back home.”

Robert clapped his hands to get the attention of his class, waiting for the room to fall silent before speaking. “Hope everyone has a partner,” he walked over to the computer and pulled up an excel spreadsheet. “So, we have Mannulv and Stilinski to start us off.” He typed their last names in and looked up. “Who’s next?”

Finley tuned out after that and picked her phone up off her thigh.

“Stilinski?” Her dad had asked. After replying with a simple ‘yes’, Finley looked to see the spreadsheet almost completely filled out.

Robert filled in the remaining rows and turned the PowerPoint back on. Finley quickly read the ‘Types of Cases’ slide and immediately had her mind set on completing the murder case with the added mental state determination element and wanted to argue on the state’s side.

She turned to Stiles whose eyes still traveled across the slide and waited until he finished reading it and also looked over to her before speaking. “Four?” She asked him, making sure she had the case number right.

“I mean, since you knew what you wanted that quickly,” he shrugged, “sure.” After agreeing on the case, Finley tuned back into the instructions Robert read to the class off another slide.

“So! With that being said after discussing with your partner which case and side you would like to argue for,” he flicked back to the slide. “I would like one of you to raise your hand and let me know.” He leaned back on to the desk.

Finley made eye contact with Stiles again and raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead,” he laughed lightly, giving Finley the go ahead to lock their case in. She quickly raised her hand and watched as Robert raised his eyebrows at her.

“Ms. Mannulv, Mr. Stilinski. That was awfully quick.” He crossed his arms over his chest while speaking.

Finley shook her head with a small smile. “We’re experienced right?” She didn’t wait for the professor’s answer before continuing, “by those standards we should know what we want then. The homicide case, which I’m assuming is actually murder charges, with the mental state element, state’s side.”

Robert smiles after hearing her choice and nodded. “Now as most of you will find out, your case is based on real life cases!” Robert’s voice filled the room, cutting off other student’s conversations. “Which will be expressed in the email I send to those working on each individual case after class. Some cases are closed, others are cold. Cold cases are much harder to work with,” he turned to Finley with a smirk. “After I take down which case, you’re doing you’re free to leave!”

“Thank god,” Finley began putting everything back into her backpack and zipping it up. She watched as Stiles did the same, standing up afterwards and looking over to Finley expectantly.

He watched as she tucked her empty protein shake bottle into the side of her backpack, and she also did the same with her water bottle on the opposite side. She reached down to pick up her lacrosse bag and her stick. She seemed to have everything under control, but should he offer to help her anyway?

Stiles nervously scratched the back of his neck before speaking, “do you umm need, I mean want, do you want help?” He asked her. She stood up straight again, her phone in one hand and her lacrosse bag and stick in the other, a soft smile on her lips.

“I’m okay,” she shook her head. “I mean I’ve been doing it for years now, but I really do appreciate the offer.” Stiles noticed her blue eyes were softer now as they made their way down the middle stairs of the room and out the door. Maybe she wasn’t as cold as she gave off in class.

He wasn’t sure if she had class after this or not, but he knew they finished their class about half an hour early and had been interested in making new friends at college. Lydia told him he should get to know people early on and establish a couple friendships he could see lasting past college. “You’ve played for a while now?” He asked her as they walked outside of the building and into the warming morning air.

“Me?” She laughed a little bit. “Started in second grade, haven’t stopped since. Always wanted to play with the boys though like my brother did.” She shrugged. She didn’t seem to give off the ‘girly’ attitude that Lydia and Allison had through out high school. Finley didn’t ‘dress to impress’ like they had and clearly went for comfort and functionality.

Stiles laughed lightly, “I mean, I didn’t get a ton of playing time in high school, but the pushing and shoving was fun sometimes, especially if I had a little pent up frustration.” The pair stopped once they were outside the building and Finley dropped her bag and stick. She sat down on the top stair of the staircase and looked up to Stiles motioning for him to sit.

He dropped his backpack next to both of hers before sitting next to her. “What brought you all the way out here though?” She asked. “I mean California is across the country and all.”

Stiles carefully thought over his answer, he didn’t want to give away too much about exactly why he had left Beacon Hills. He hoped he didn’t have to open that part of his life up to anyone new so quickly. “Umm, I’m looking to work in the FBI after college, so thought it would be a good place to go to school.” That part held true. “That and my girlfriend is at MIT, we’re close enough to visit when one of us has time.” Right being close to Lydia had also been part of the original plan.

Stiles had been so busy in the past week he had hardly been able to talk to Lydia, or any of his other friends from back home for that matter. Diving across the country had him absolutely exhausted, mixed with the stress of moving in and trying to get settled pretty quickly it had taken up the remainder of his energy. He felt guilty, but he also realized that the lack of communication would sometimes be the consequence of a long-distance relationship.

He watched as Finley reached back to pick up her water bottle and unscrewed the cap, taking a long sip. “Oh god that must be stressful,” she cleared her throat. “I’m only like half an hour from home at most, and I never had time for relationships. That and I think any boy I brought home would be scared of my dad.”

Stiles gave her a curious look and raised his eyebrow, urging her to continue on her thought. “You said he worked for the CIA or something right?”

“Yep, he does. Head honcho of the CIA.” She grabbed the edge of her hoodie and quickly pulled it over her head, resting it across her lap once it came off. “Sorry I started to get warm. But sorry if I acted like kind of a dick in class, I don’t like people questioning my intelligence because of my dad’s position in government.”

Stiles could understand where that frustration could be coming from. He had often used his father’s position as Sheriff to his advantage but had never really experienced the negative consequences that his position could have brought as everyone respected his dad. “I think we’ll be a pretty great team though.” He looked over to Finley who swung her water bottle back and forth between her legs, his eyes momentarily focusing on the object.

“I think we’ll be the best team that guy has ever seen!” She smiled. “I’ll make sure of it.”

A silence fell between the pair and Stiles closed his eyes and allowed his face to tilt up into the morning sun, it’s warmth quickly spreading out across his body. He opened his eyes when he heard one of Finley’s bags being opened. She shoved her hoodie into her lacrosse bag and put her water bottle back into the open side pocket on her other backpack.

She huffed and closed the bag again, standing up. “I need to get to my next class soon,” she offered. “If you want to get lunch and stat looking over our case if we have the materials in time that could work. Here-” She held her phone out to him. “I usually eat at the gym with my team, but I know a couple good places off campus that the meal plan covers if you’d want to do that?”

Right. She grew up around here of course she would know what to eat in the area. “I get finished at 12:20 but after that would work for me.” Stiles hoped their schedules would line up.

“Oh yeah same,” Finley watched as Stiles typed his number into her phone. “I have all early classes, easiest option for me.” She took her phone back before picking all her things up. “I’ll text you after my class gets out!”

“Sounds good!” Stiles threw his backpack over his shoulder before waving goodbye to Finley who went the opposite direction from him. She seemed nice enough, maybe this would be the beginning of his life settling into a new normal.

Finley returned the wave with the hand she gripped her phone in before making her way down the stairs and off to her next class, financial accounting. She flipped her phone over in her hand and unlocked it, looking through texts her dad and brother had sent her.

“Best friends with McCall for years now, human part of his pack basically.” Fantastic, Finley groaned audibly after reading the message her dad sent. She finds a nice boy and he’s best friends with Scott McCall and has a girlfriend.

Finley felt her phone vibrate and looked down to see a message from her brother this time. “Well at least McCall is intelligent unlike some of the others we’ve worked with.” That held true.

Finley sighed deeply as she pushed open the door to the business building, why would she be getting herself wrapped up with a guy from Beacon Hills?

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No Reason To (5/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to link previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!” found in my bio.

A/N: Once again, I am just absolutely blown away by the positive feedback i’ve received. I struggled a bit with the last chapter, but I felt more like myself writing this one so I hope you all enjoy it!! I can’t wait to delve deeper into this series!

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Based off of: Teen Wolf 01x08 and 01x09

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“Are you sure?”

Sighing, you continue to pull your shirt over your head, turning to your mother once it’s on. “Yup,” you exaggerate, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

Melissa frowns in response, shaking her head with her arms across her chest. You feel slightly guilty at being lippy with her, considering she was just concerned for you. So quickly, you walk across your room, grabbing your backpack and jacket, pulling the latter over your shoulders. “Honestly, mom,” you smile, “i’ll be okay.”

“It’s just... after everything that’s happened to you and your brother, for the past few days.” She lets out a huff, pausing. “I can’t help but worry.”

“I know,” you smile softly, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Stepping forward, you set your hands on her shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. “But i’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve already missed enough school.”

She nods, and once you’re sure she’s content, you let go of her shoulders, stepping back to brush your hair into a high ponytail.

“You’re, uh, still not talking to your brother?”

Her words cause you to frown, body pausing. You hadn’t spoken to, or even really looked at your brother, since that night at the school. After the first few days of you ignoring him, Scott had given up trying to talk to you. But that didn’t mean he didn’t constantly send you glances, hoping that if he did it enough, you’d finally reply to him.

It never worked.

“Nope.”

“But, you guys are siblings. Twins...” Melissa stresses, and you can practically feel the desperation radiating off of her. She sounds so hopeless, voice laced with concern and confusion. You don’t blame her. You feel the same.

Not to mention, since this all begun, you’ve never really stopped to think about what it’s doing to Melissa. How worried she must be. Things are obviously different, anyone with eyes can see that, but you and Scott have always been close. It must be so weird and strange for her for the two of you to not be talking.

“How long?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you continue to shove things into your backpack. “Depends.”

“On what?” She huffs, “I still don’t even know why you won’t talk to him.”

Zipping your bag up, you shake your head, turning around and walking past your mother. You stop halfway though, pressing a kiss against her cheek, before opening up your door and heading out. “See you tomorrow.”

You know your words have done nothing to ease your mother. And you wish you could say more. But she wouldn’t understand it. Any of it. And if anyone should tell Melissa what has happened to Scott, it should be him.

“See you tomorrow.”

-

“It’s just weird.”

Picking up your head, you turn your attention on Allison, stepping past a few people to fall next to her side. Lydia is on the other side of her, and the both of you are intently listening to what the girl has to say. “Everybody’s talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you comment, pulling their gazes on you. “I mean, i’d liked to not to be the center of attention.”

Lydia scoffs, “thank you, for the protection of minors.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at Lydia’s snark, shaking your head with a soft smile. Your smile, though, fades when you hear Allison sigh loudly, throwing her head back; “do you guys think I made the wrong decision?”

Before you can reply yourself, you notice Lydia eye Allison; “about that jacket with that dress?” She teases, “absolutely.”

“With Scott,” you smile her way, raising a brow. Lydia only rolls her eyes in response, shrugging her shoulders. Though, you and her both know you’re only teasing one another.

“Y/N?” Allison calls, causing you to blink. “Do you think I made a mistake?”

You want to say no. You should say no. It’s obvious, plain as day, that Scott is really hurting because of Allison’s decision, and it seems she’s not even sure if she made the right decision herself. They’re both not happy, clearly. But you can’t just erase all he’s done. You can’t just agree for the sake that he’s your brother.

He hasn’t really been acting like a brother after all...

With a frown, you glance down at your feet; “no,” you say, voice small. It takes you a moment, but eventually you gather the courage, raising your head and meeting Allison’s eyes without a doubt of uncertainty. “No, I don’t think you made the wrong decision.”

Allison still seems unsure, and maybe even a little stunned that you’d say that, before she turns to Lydia. “Lydia?”

“Hello?” Lydia sighs, “Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He’s lucky we’re not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills.”

-

Circling another answer on your test, you try to stay focused on the task at hand. It’s a little more harder than it seems, given that you’re surrounded by the exact people who keep distracting you.

You need to do this test. You need to pretend that for once, everything’s still normal. That werewolf’s don’t exist, and your brother isn’t one. You need to pretend like you hadn’t just been hunted by an alpha werewolf a few nights ago, in this very school. You need to pretend that your life is normal. That you’re just a teenage girl, trying to get good grades and maybe a boyfriend. Who knows?

You need to at least try.

But of course, things don’t go the way you planned. A few minutes after starting the test, Scott suddenly stands up, practically bolting out of the classroom. It catches the attention of everyone, of course, including you. You raise your head, eyes wide with concern as he ignores the teacher calling after him and just continues to run.

Stiles follows after him a moment later. “Mr. Stilinski!”

You hesitate, unsure. Then, before you know it, you’re on your feet, racing out of the classroom. “Ms. McCall!”

You halt to a stop though once you’re outside of the classroom, nearly running into Stiles. He turns to you with wide eyes, gasping; “what are you doing, Y/N?”

Shrugging, you gesture forwards; “same thing as you.”

You turn to look in the direction Scott had run, finding his backpack laying in the middle of the hallway, Scott nowhere to be seen. You send a confused glance Stiles’s way, both seemingly agreeing to step forward. The moment you reach the backpack, Stiles crouches down, picking up Scott’s backpack. “Scott?”

“Here,” you say, “i’ll call him.”

Reaching into your back pocket, you pull your phone out, swiping it on and going to your contacts. You press Scott’s name, pressing your phone up against your ear, only to hear his ringtone echo out in the hallway. It seems to be coming from somewhere near, in front of you and Stiles.

Nodding at the boy, you both follow after the noise, turning the corner once you reach the boys locker room. You had picked up your pace, but quickly pause in front of the entrance of the boys locker room, unsure. You can hear the faint sound of the shower running and that is something you definitely don’t need to see.

“Y/N,” Stiles calls, turning to look at you. “Come on.”

“Stiles,” you snap, “I can’t go in there!”

“Y/N-”

“It sounds like he’s showering. I can’t-”

You’re interrupted by Stiles reaching forward, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the phone, and tugging you forward. You stumble forward slightly, quickly catching your footing and glancing around the room, biting your lip.

The sound of the shower grows louder, and you and Stiles both pause when there’s only a set of lockers blocking you from sight of Scott. You meet Stiles eyes, turning your phone off and shoving it back into your pocket. You shuffle behind Stiles slightly, both scared of what you’ll find and not really needing to see that part of your brother.

It isn’t until your past the set of lockers, do you find yourself relieved. Scott looks perfectly normal, and he’s wearing a pair of pants.

“Scott?”

He turns slightly, wet hair in his eyes as he breathes rapidly. “I can’t...”

“What happening?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Are you changing?” Stiles adds, holding his hands out before him, bracing himself.

“No,” Scott pants, “I can’t.... I can’t breathe.” He wheezes after he finishes speaking, and quickly, you turn to Stiles, helping him pull Scott’s backpack forward to search for Scott’s inhaler.

He’s having an panic attack. You’ve seen it before.

Reaching forward, you open the smallest pocket, allowing Stiles to reach in and grab the inhaler you knew was in there. He extends it towards Scott, who only stares back at it in confusion. “Here. Use this.”

Scott only continues to stare at it.

“Scott,” you snap, “do it.”

Taking it, Scott hesitates a moment longer before pressing it against his lips, and pressing the button. The moment he does, Scott sets his hands on his thighs, taking a few deep breaths before catching his breath. The moment he’s okay, he shakes his head; “I was having an asthma attack?”

“No,” Stiles sighs, “you were having a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony.”

Breathing heavily, Scott stares back at Stiles in confusion. “How’d you know how to do that?”

“I used to get them after my mom died,” Stiles explains, “not fun, huh?”

Huffing, Stiles shakes his head; “I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer.”

Sighing, you glance down at your feet. Seeing Scott now, and how hurt he is by Allison breaking up with him... you can’t believe you told Allison earlier she hadn’t made a mistake. What was wrong with you? What kind of sister does that?

“Yeah,” you sighs, “it’s called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it.”

“I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Well, you could think about this,” Stiles offers, “her dad’s a werewolf hunter, and you’re a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue.”

“Stiles,” you snapped, sending the boy a glare.

“That wasn’t helpful,” Stiles mumbles, “okay, dude, yeah, you got dumped, it’s supposed to suck.”

“No,” Scott denies, shaking his head. “That’s not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else’s emotions.”

“It’s got to be the full moon,” Stiles shrugs. “so we’ll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the alpha, who is your boss, can’t get to your, either.”

“I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room.”

“Because if you get out, you’d be caught by hunters?” You ask, confused.

“No,” Scott breathes, stepping forward towards the both of you. “Because if I get out... I think I might kill someone.”

-

Running in behind Lydia, you feel your eyes widen at the sight of Danny on the ground, his nose all bloody.

“Is he okay?” You question, looking up to glance at Jackson.

“Yeah,” he nods, slowly turning his head to look at you and Lydia. “It looks like he just has a bloody nose--.” He meets your eyes first, before slowly drifting off to meet Lydia’s. You would’ve turned your attention back on Danny, if you hadn’t noticed the way Jackson suddenly halted in his speech, attention caught by something from Lydia.

“What?” She questions, not oblivious to Jackson staring.

“Your lipstick,” Jackson explains, and you tilt your head around, noticing the smudged lipstick on her lower lip.

Pulling a compact mirror out of her purse, Lydia opens it, eyes widening when she realizes what Jackson was referring to. “Oh,” she laughs lightly, raising her hand to wipe away the lipstick. “Oh, wonder how that happened.”

“Yeah. I wonder.”

Furrowing your brows, you look away from the two of them, obviously realizing it wasn’t any of your business. But as you look forwards, you catch sight of Stiles who’s staring at the two of them, lips parted in bafflement. He slowly turns, and following his direction, your eyes widen when they land on Scott.

It takes you a moment, glancing back and forth between Lydia, Stiles and Scott before putting the pieces together.

Stepping forward, you bite your lip; “Stiles,” you call, unsure. He keeps his back to you, and with a frown, you set your hand on his shoulder. “Stiles.”

Normally, you would’ve been hurt. Not that you had any real reason to. But it always seemed like Lydia was the only thing on Stiles mind, instead of you. Yet, in the moment, if your suspicions are correct, you don’t necessarily blame Stiles for being upset.

What your brother did... or what you think he did...

“I’m sorry...”

-

“He just doesn’t talk to me anymore... not as much as he use to... neither of them do.”

You halt to a stop, just barely halfway down the stairs as your mothers words register in your mind. It’s obvious she’s talking to Stiles, given that he’s the only one that would come here this late at night, and it’s also clear you missed a large chunk of this conversation but you can’t help the guilt that floods through you.

All of this. All that’s happened. You’ve never stopped to think about what kind of affect it’s having on your mom.

“Well,” you hear Stiles reply, “he’s had a bit of a rough week. And Y/N. Y/N too.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Melissa stammers, “yeah, um... okay, uh... Be careful tonight.”

“You, too.”

“Full moon.”

You pause, head jerking back in surprise, causing you to lose your footing. You end up slipping, just barely managing to catch yourself before you fall on your ass just as Stiles blurts out; “what?”

“There’s a full moon tonight,” you hear Melissa mumble, and you feel your entire body tense. Please, don’t let her have heard you. Please- “Y/N, is that you?”

Godamnit.

You take a step, slowly, hesitantly, peeking your head around the corner of the wall blocking you from view. “Uh, yeah,” you laugh, raising your hand in a wave. “Just... uh, thought i’d come and say goodbye.”

“Oh, well, goodbye,” she smiles, and you nod before she turns back to Stiles. “Speaking of that full moon, you should see what it does to the E.R. Brings out all the nut jobs.”

You laugh weakly, so does Stiles; “yeah.”

“You know,” your mother continues, heading towards the front door. “It’s, um, actually where they came up with the word ‘lunatic’.” She steps forward, opening the door as you call one final goodbye. You wait until the door is completely shut behind her before turning to Stiles, wide-eyed.

“What was that?” You screech, walking until you’re before him.

“I don’t know! It just... happened!”

-

“Oh, my god!”

Jumping, you whip around, looking at the back of Stiles’s head with narrowed eyes, prepared to yell at him for scaring you to death like that. But then you catch sight of Scott, and the way he’s positioned on the chair in front of you both, and you don’t really blame Stiles all that much anymore.

“Dude,” Stiles sighs, “you scared the hell out of me.”

“And me,” you grumble, stepping out past Stiles. “What the hell are you doing, Scott? Mom said you weren’t home yet.”

“I came in through the window.”

“Okay,” Stiles says slowly, a little on nerve, and you don’t blame him. Scott has yet to move, at all, and he’s looking at the two of you with lidded eyes. It creeps you out. A lot. “Uh, well, let’s get this set up. I want you to see what I bought.”

Crouching down next to Stiles, you peek into the bag; “how do you guys do this anyway?”

“Oh, well-”

“I’m fine.”

You blink, glancing up at Scott in confusion.

“I’m just gonna lock the door,” he clarifies. “And go to bed early tonight.”

Meeting Stiles’s eyes, something tells you that that is not the best course of action.

“You sure about that?” Stiles questions, “cause you’ve got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and i’m hoping it’s the full moon taking effect, cause it’s really starting to freak me out.”

“I second that,” you mumble, looking up at your brother worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Scott repeats, voice emotionless. “You should go now. The both of you.”

“Okay, well,” you start, “I live here, so that’s not happening.”

“Nope, nope,” Stiles shakes his head, grabbing your wrist. “We’re leaving.”

You reel to him, “Stiles-”

“Would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought?” Stiles interrupts you, raising his voice a little. “You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don’t. Sound good?”

You narrow your eyes, baffled. What is Stiles doing? You can’t just leave Scott alone. He said it himself, he’ll kill someone.

A moment passes, and you can’t help but practically feel your heart plummet when Scott suddenly leans forward, slowly pushing himself out of his seat and standing tall before the two of you. You shuffle back slightly, Stiles guiding you as Scott nears the both of you. For a moment, you’re not sure what he’s gonna do, but then he’s crouching down before the both of you, looking through the bag, chains jiggling in response.

He picks up a hand full of said chains, looking at Stiles through narrowed eyes. “You think i’m gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?” Setting the chains back down, Scott scoffs.

“Actually, no,” Stiles says, and you blink. Then, he’s lunging forward, pulling a pair of cuffs out of the bag, tightening it around Scott’s wrist before connect the other end to the heater in his room. Your eyes widen, stunned, and then Stiles spinning around, grabbing your wrist in the process and practically dragging you up to your feet, pausing by the door.

“What the hell are you doing!”

You glance back at Scott, eyes wide. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. This angry. You’ve seen it almost happen countless of times, but you didn’t know it could get this bad, and you’re guessing worse.

“Protecting you from yourself,” Stiles answers, straightening his shoulders. “And giving you some payback... for making out with Lydia.”

- 

Leaning against Scott’s bedroom wall, making sure to stay as far away from him as possible, you bite your lip. You can’t help but stare down at him with narrow eyes.

After Stiles had finished explaining why he was doing this to Scott, he’d gone off to get him water, leaving you on watch. You didn’t mind. It meant you could glare at him longer without an audience. Because not only were you mad at him for being a dick to you, you were also mad at him for being a complete asshat to Stiles. Whether you were jealous of Lydia or not, it was clear how much Stiles liked her. For your brother to kiss her...

The sound of Stiles’s footsteps pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to peer over the wall slightly, meeting Stiles eyes just as he walks into the room. He only glances at you for a moment before looking down at Scott. “I brought you some water.” He calls, holding up the water bottle.

You managed to catch sight of pet dish in his other hand before he raises it, a chuckle leaving your lips before you can stop yourself. Holding your hand against your mouth, you try not to burst out in laughter as Stiles raises the food dish meant for dogs, the name Scott on the front of it.

Even though Stiles’s back is turned to you, you can already tell he’s enjoying this as he pours the water into the dish, setting it down before Scott.

Just as Stiles turned to walk out of the room, you moving to follow him, the bowl meant for Scott clatters, water splashing. “I’m gonna kill you!”

Whipping around to face Scott, you glare down at him. “Scott!”

“No, i’m gonna kill him!”

“You kissed her, Scott, okay?” Stiles suddenly bellows before you have the chance to say anything, whipping around to face your brother. “You kissed Lydia. That’s, like, the one girl that I ev-”

Frowning, you glance down at your feet. You shouldn’t be getting jealous. Shouldn’t be upset. This isn’t about you. But you can’t help but hear those three words; the one girl... over and over again.

“And, you know,” Stiles continues, voice still raised in frustration and hurt. “The past three hours, I've been thinking, it’s probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, and tomorrow, he’ll be totally back to normal. He probably won’t even remember what a complete dumbass he’s been.”

Stiles pauses, and you can’t help but look at him in pity, your feelings pushed aside.

“A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend.” Stiles pauses once more, and you step forward, hoping to dissipate the tension, but he continues. “And brother. Terrible, terrible brother.”

You gasp, eyes wide. Stiles doesn’t glance back at you, and you’re not sure why, but you would’ve never... You never knew he cared enough to notice.

A moment of silence passes, before Scott speaks. “She kissed me.”

It almost felt like your jaw could fall off in disbelief. He did not just say that.

“What?”

“I didn’t kiss her,” Scott clarifies, shifting slightly so he can look at Stiles better. The son of a bitch is actually smirking. “She kissed me.”

“Stiles,” you call, putting your hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards yourself. “Let’s just go. You don’t need to hear this-”

“She would have done a lot more, too.”

“Okay,” you huff, glaring at your brother. “That’s enough. Just stop-”

“You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted.”

“Scott!”

“And you,” Scott suddenly says, turning his eyes on you. “What kind of sister are you?”

You pause, lips parted in surprise.

“You don’t help. You can’t do anything to help. You’re useless.”

“Scott-”

Stiles grabs your hand, pulling your gaze on him. He only shakes his head, pulling you out of the room. You easily follow him, but not without glancing back at your brother once more in disbelief.

“Useless!”

-

Laying your head back against the wall, you keep your arms crossed over your chest, trying your best to ignore the cries and grunts of your brother as he tries to escape his confines.

“Stiles,” he cries, “Y/N, please let me out.”

Shaking your head, you keep your gaze on the ceiling above, trying to ignore him. Part of you is still angry, still hurt. Mainly angry, though. But a part of you, no matter how small, feels pity for your brother. Wants to help him.

“It’s the full moon,” he continues, voice pleading. “I swear. You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose.” There’s a moment of silence, the only thing that can be heard is the slight noise of Scott’s handcuffs jangling and his heavy breathing. Then, “please, let me out. It’s starting to hurt.”

Biting your lip, you try to block out Scott’s voice.

“Y/N, please,” he pleads, and inhale deeply. “Stiles, it’s not like the first time. It’s the full moon. It’s Allison breaking up with me. I know... that it’s not just taking a break. She broke up with me.”

You finally look down, watching as Stiles rolls his head to the side, face tense with struggle.

“And it’s killing me,” Scott adds, and you huff. “I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out.”

You don’t say anything. Maybe it’s selfish of you, and this may be your brother, but it’s Stiles who’s been hurt by him. You have too, but in a different way. This is something Stiles has to do, no matter how badly you want to let him out. Or at least help Scott.

“I can’t,” Stiles sighs, voice small.

A few moments of silence pass, and the wrong part of you relishes in it. When Scott isn’t begging to be let out, it’s a lot easier. But it only lasts a certain amount of time before you hear Scott crying out; “no, no, no! Aah! No! No!” The jangling of his cuffs grow louder, and you straighten out in alert. “No! No! No!”

The screaming grows louder, almost inhumane. You feel your heart pounding madly against your chest, wondering if you should go in there and help, but one look at Stiles, and you’re bewildered. He only presses his hands against his ears, shutting his eyes, and leans his head back.

Your lips part, Scott’s screaming piercing your ears.

Then, suddenly, the screaming stops.

“Scott, you okay?”

“Stiles,” you call, “what’s happening?”

He only shakes his head at you, calling out Scott’s name once more before standing up. He opens the door, and you inch forwards until you’re behind him. You tense your entire body, afraid of what you’ll find, but then, he isn’t there. His handcuffs, broken, lay on the floor with splatters of blood.

Scott’s nowhere to be found.

-

“Oh, my God...”

The words slip past your lips before you can stop them, the red and blue lights of police and ambulance sirens reflecting in your eyes. You don’t have to glance at Stiles to know he’s seen the same thing, and is just as panicked about it as you.

He pulls up to the police scene, and just as Stiles’s presses down on the breaks, a body is being wheeled into the ambulance. You climb out of the passengers seat, walking around the front of Stiles jeep until you’re beside him. “Dad!” Stiles calls, voice filled with panic.

He breaks into a run, running towards one of the police men, grabbing his shoulder and whipping him around. “Dad?” He calls, stumbling back when he realizes that person isn’t his father. “Has anyone seen my dad?”

You bite your lip, glancing around the crime scene with fear.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Stiles walking up to the dead body, and almost immediately you run up beside him. “Stiles, don-”

“Stiles!”

You turn your head around, eyes widening with relief when you see Stiles’s father step forward, eyes narrowed in confusion at the sight of you two. “And Y/N. What are you two doing here?”

Stiles only steps forward, wrapping his arms around his father in a tight hug. You step back in respect, glancing down at your feet with a small, pitiful smile.

You have no idea where Scott is, but for some reason, in that moment, you’re not too worried. You know how much Stiles’s dad means to Stiles, just like Melissa means the world to you.

-

“Get in!”

Moving over to the right side of the back seat, you give Stiles some room, watching Derek crawls into the passenger seat behind him. Almost immediately Scott starts driving again.

“What point of laying low do you not understand?” Scott bellows, keeping his eyes before him on the road.

Derek only slams his hand against the car, “damn it, I had him!”

“Who, the alpha?” Stiles questions, popping his head up to the front. You scoff, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him back so you can see as well. He only rolls his eyes at you as you shift forward yourself, the both of you hitting each others shoulders as you squish forwards.

“Yes!” Derek snaps at Stiles, “he was right in front of me, and the friggin’ police showed up.”

“Woah,” Stiles argues, “they’re just doing their jobs...”

At the look Derek sends Stiles, you don’t necessarily blame the boy from backing up lightly, face scrunched up in mild fear. You’re just glad it’s not directed at you.

“Honestly,” you speak, pulling the attention on you. “It’s technically your guys fault that the police are even after Derek. I mean, it was Scott who decided to make him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state.”

“Thank you!” Derek huffs.

“Can we seriously get past that?” Scott pleads, voice rough with shame. “I made a dumbass mistake. I get it.”

“Alright!” Stiles cuts off, unnecessarily loud. You press your palm against your ear, sending the boy a glare. “How did you find him?”

Derek looks back at Stiles for a moment, before scoffing. Clearly, he doesn’t want to tell you three.

“Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?”

“Yeah, all of us.”

“If there’s anyone I trust in this car besides myself, it’s her.” Your eyes widen when he points at you. “She’s only the one here who hasn’t turned the police on me.”

“Really?” You question, surprised, as a small smile falls on your lips. “Thanks.”

Scott huffs, pulling your attention back on him as he narrows his eyes. “Derek,” he calls, voice stern.

Derek sighs, shaking his head; “look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.”

Once again, Stiles shoves his way to the front; “our chemistry teacher?”

“Why him?”

“I don’t know yet,” Derek snaps.

“Well,” you speak up, once again shoving Stiles back to give yourself room. “What’s the second?”

Pulling a small folded piece of paper out of his pocket, Derek unfolds it, revealing some sort of picture. “Some kind of symbol,” he concludes, before Scott suddenly flinches, as if he recognizes the symbol causing your attention to fall on him. “What? You know what this is?”

“I’ve seen it on a necklace,” Scott sighs, shaking his head and instantly you know who he’s referring to.

“Allison’s...” You mumble, eyes wide.

-

Gasping, you stumble back the moment you feel yourself slam into a chest. It takes a moment to realize just who you’ve stumbled into, and you feel your eyes widen when you find Jackson staring down at you, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“Oh, Jackson,” you mumble, unsure. You haven’t really talked to him since everything that happened that night in the school, and if you’re being honest, you have no idea what to say to him. “I-I’m sorry,” you smile softly, cheeks a little red. “I didn’t see you-”

“No,” Jackson smiles, cutting you off. “It’s all good. It’s my fault.”

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Agree to mutual faults?”

Jackson laughs but nonetheless nods his head, pulling his backpack higher on his shoulder as he smirks down at you. A smirk on Jackson’s lip isn’t an odd thing, the guy practically oozes cockiness, but there’s something about the way he’s smirking down at you. Like he knows everything. But of what, you don’t know.

“Hey,” Jackson suddenly cause, pulling you from your thoughts. “Why don’t I walk you to class?”

“Oh, you... you don’t have to-”

“It’s no problem, your class is on the way to mine anyway.”

...How does he know that?

“Well, I was actually about to meet up with Scott and Stiles,” you explain, coming up with an excuse. “You’re welcome to-”

Jackson shakes his head, offering you a small smile. “Best I don’t,” he laughs, you mimicking him, albeit a little more feigned, “but i’ll see you around?”

“For sure,” you mumble, nodding slowly. Jackson sends you one more smirk and a wave before walking off past you. You mean to move, really, but you find yourself stuck in the hallway, head turned past your shoulder, watching his back grow farther and farther away from you.

“Y/N.”

Flinching, you spin around, wide eyes falling on Stiles. Almost immediately, you let out a breath of relief, holding your hand against your chest.

“Everything okay?” Stiles questions, obviously noticing your odd behavior and frazzled attitude.

You hesitate before answering, glancing behind yourself once more. “Yeah,” you whisper, “the weirdest thing just happened though. Jackson-”

“Jackson knows i’m a werewolf.”

Blinking, you turn your head to the side, finding Scott before you. He seems more frazzled and shaken up than you did a moment ago, cheeks flushed, signalling he’d ran over here to find the both of you.

“What?” You blurt, confused.

“Jackson,” Scott repeats, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Knows i’m a werewolf.”

You take a step forward, Scott and Stiles following your step as the latter speaks up; “how the hell did he find out?”

“I have no idea,” Scott breathes.

“Did he say it out loud-- the word?”

“What word?”

Scoffing, you shake your head at your brother, “werewolf,” you clarify. “Did he say, ‘I know you’re a werewolf’?” If he did, if he does know, could that be the explanation to his odd behavior before?

“No,” Scott answers, “but he implied it pretty freaking clearly.”

Taking a deep breath, Stiles tries to think optimistically. “Okay, maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“How?” You deadpan.

“I mean,” Stiles continues, sending you a glare that read: not helping. “He doesn’t have any proof, right?” Scott shrugs in response. “And if he wanted to tell someone, who’s gonna believe him anyway?”

“How about Allison’s father?”

“Okay, it’s bad.”

“Who’s not being helpful now,” you mumble under your breath.

“I need a cure,” Scott says before Stiles can retaliate, “right now.”

“Does he know about Allison’s father?”

Sighing, Scott throws his hands up in the air; “I don’t know.”

“Okay,” you continue, trying not to panic. “Where’s Derek?”

“Hiding,” Scott answers, “like we told him to. Why?”

“Well, I have another idea,” Stiles answers for you, and you let out a breath of relief. You had no idea what to do. “But it’s gonna take a little time to finesse, though.”

“We have that game tonight,” Scott reminds, stammering and turns to Scott. “It’s quarterfinals. And it’s your first game.”

“Wait,” you call, holding up your hands and meeting Stiles’s eyes. “I didn’t know you were playing tonight.”

“Oh,” Stiles mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, it is.”

You nod, unable to stop the small smile that falls on you lips.

“Guys!” Scott whines, returning the attention on him and his current situation.

“Okay, I know,” Stiles nods, “do you have a plan for Allison yet?”

Shrugging, Scott nods hesitantly, “she’s in my next class.”

“Get the necklace.”

“Wait,” you call once more, “shouldn’t I just get the necklace from Allison? No offence Scott, but you two aren’t really friends right now...”

“No,” Scott shakes his head, “I’ve got this. Don’t worry.”

Sending him a skeptical look, you shrug your shoulders. Maybe he just wants an excuse to talk to her. “Okay.”

-

You drift off from the conversation between Allison and Lydia, the bright smile on your lips dissipating slightly when you see Jackson turned towards your brother and Stiles.

It’s clear by the expressions on Stiles’s and Scott’s faces what Jackson is doing, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes slightly at the side of his head.

“Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You blink, turning your head back towards Lydia and Allison. They’re both smiling at you, but you watch as their smiles fade much like yours did a few moments ago the moment they realize you weren’t listening. “Sorry,” you smile slightly, “my mind fell on other things.”

“Oh, I see,” Lydia smirks, “you were looking at Stiles.”

You blink again, cheeks inflaming almost instantly in embarrassment. “What?” You blurt, trying not to overreact. Stay calm, you told yourself, stay calm. “I wasn’t-... no, I, I wasn’t.”

Allison smiles slightly, giggling at you as you stutter as Lydia nods. “Yes, you were!” She continues to grin, smiling madly. “You totally were looking at him.”

“No,” you repeat, “I was not.”

“Do you like him?” Allison grins over at you, eyes wide with excitement.

You shake your head, repeatedly, trying to figure out a way how to get out of this conversation without further embarrassing yourself. What Lydia and Allison are saying may be true, but there’s no way you’d tell them that. Especially Lydia. Knowing her, she’d try to set the two of you up and that would just end... horribly.

As you’re trying to come up with excuses, quickly, you notice Jackson gone from the corner of your eye, causing you to stand up in panic.

“Y/N?”

Glancing around, you notice Stiles and Scott from afar, looking just as tensed up and panicked as before, but you can’t seem to find Jackson anywhere. Turning to Lydia and Allison, you shake your head; “did you guys see where Jackson went?”

Allison purses her lips, looking around; “no...”

“Who cares?” Lydia shrugs, grinning up at you; “stop trying to change the subject!”

Before you can reply, there’s a loud snap and suddenly everyone’s eyes are on Scott. His lunch tray having been cracked in half, and his face is read. With anger.

You quickly look around, the lunchroom now silent, finally able to spot Jackson. He’s over by the vending machines, so, quickly excusing yourself from Lydia and Allison’s sides, them barely paying attention now after the display Scott just gave them, you rush over to Jackson. Reaching forward, you grab his wrist, smiling sweetly up at him.

“Can I take you up on that walk now?”

His eyes slowly slide from your brother to you, the smirk on his lips only faltering for a moment before it brightens. It’s clear he hopes he can anger Scott more by messing with you, if his smirk is anything to go by, but as Jackson slides his hand in yours, leading you off to class, you turn your head in Scott and Stiles’s direction, sending them a nod, letting them know what you’re trying to do.

-

“Where’s Stiles?” 

Sighing, Scott shakes his head; “he says he’ll be here soon.”

Clasping your hands before yourself, you nod, glancing around the field nervously. It may be pathetic, but you can’t help but worry about Stiles. This is his first game, and you don’t want him to miss it.

It takes you a moment to remember you’re still awkwardly standing in front of your brother. Said brother who you haven't really had a normal conversation with in a very long time. Glancing up at the bleachers, you see Lydia sitting there by herself, looking both angry and hurt.

“Well, I should-”

“Y/N,” Scott interrupts, causing you to blink up at him. “I want to apologize-”

“Not now,” you cut off, shaking your head with a small smile. “Just, I should get back to Lydia.” Leaning forward, you lower your voice to a whisper; “don’t let Jackson get to you,” before pulling back, smiling brightly at him. “Good luck, okay?”

Scott nods, and you move to step away, before a shadow falls next to you, blocking your path.

It’s Jackson.

“No good luck for me?” He smirks down at you, glancing over at Scott before meeting your eyes.

Swallowing thickly, you plaster a smile on your lips, a tight, very feigned smile, trying your best to ignore Scott. You can feel his anger practically oozing from him as Jackson grins down at you, barely an inch away from you. 

Biting your lip, you clench your fist; “good luck, Jackson.”

You know arguing will only make it worse, and it’s best to just leave before Jackson tries to make Scott more angry, knowing he’ll be doing plenty of that on his own during the game. Sending the two of them a final smile, you head up the bleachers, taking the empty seat next to Lydia.

“I don’t know why you dragged me here,” she grumbles, hugging herself. “There’s no way I wanna support that asshole.”

“You’re doing it for me,” you remind, smiling reassuring her way. “And to prove to him you’re better than him. Because you are.”

Lydia’s frown softens slightly, and she sends you a smile in return, bumping her shoulder into yours lightly. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Anything for you, Lydia.”

Silence falls over the two of you, and as you wait for the game to start, you can’t but glance back, hoping to see Stiles appear. He never does.

“Looking for Stiles?”

“Hmm?” You mumble, turning your attention back on Lydia. “Oh, uh, no... Just noticed he wasn’t here.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here,” she smiles, “after all, he’s got you to impress.”

“Lydia!”

-

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Hi! I was wondering if there are any sterek fics in which Derek is superman out there...? The longer the better! Thanks in advance!

We have a tag for that here, but I thought it could use a little update! -Letta

The power of Superman by mildmanneredmissy

(1/1 | 2,566 | Teen)

Derek's Superman outfit breaks Stiles.

He Had No-Body To Go With! by makingitwork

(1/1 | 2,895 | Gen)

Single Dad Derek and his daughter celebrate Halloween with Derek's fairy boyfriend Stiles:

"Get it? No body, as in- nobody, but also, no body." Stiles laughed, eyes glinting merrily, before frowning when Derek didn't respond. "Do you get it? Because he's a skeleton?"

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get the joke, Stiles."

"Right, so...make with the laughing."

The five year old looked between the two men; examining her dad's exasperation and Stiles' confusion. She decided to take matters into her own hands, and cleared her throat. They both looked at her. "I get it. And the uh- the fungus didn't go with the skeleton either. Because uh...because there wasn't mushroom at the party."

Stiles bursts out laughing, high-fiving Isabella gleefully, and Derek smacks himself in the face and wonders how he ended up with the both of them in his life.

Buns of Stiles by Stilienski

(1/1 | 3,145 | Teen)

Detective Stilinski finally asked out the adorkable reporter Derek Hale, but because of a little... situation Stiles can't make it to their first date.Luckily Superman is there to save the day.

Be the Batman to my Superman by Mareridt

(1/1 | 3,643 | Explicit)

Scott and Stiles stared. Derek raised his eyebrow asking what was wrong, as if he didn't just defend Stiles and compliment him. Scott turned to his best friend. “Remind me, did Derek get hit on the head during the last fight? I can't remember, but I'm sure he did.”Stiles shrugged, worried. It was surely a joke. “Derek, sometimes you need to make your sarcasm a little more clear.”As an answer, Derek glared. He didn't glare like he did normally, using his bitch face, no. He frowned and tagged the corners of his mouth down, and Stiles thought he was the long lost twin of Grumpy Cat. Hands down, they wore the same expression.

OR finally a break in Beacon Hills, the school throws an Halloween Party, and Stiles and Derek bond over cosplays.

Will You Still Call Me Superman? by scxlias

(1/1 | 3,744 | Teen)

Derek doesn’t know how exactly Stiles Stilinski can be an EMT.Derek doesn’t quite know how to react to him.But, even despite Stiles’ general lack of coordination and tendency to walk into things, Derek knows he can count on him in emergencies.Well, Derek can’t count on him, but Superman can.

Not So Super by charlesdk

(1/1 | 5,354 | Teen)

Superman has a crush on Stiles. How does Stiles know? Well, there's the fact that he can't do his damn job without Superman swooping in and saving the day. And there's the fact that he sticks around and chats him up afterward too. Stiles is a cop and knows how to read signs, so it's not just him being full of himself.

It's flattering, sure, but Superman is boring and Stiles has no interest in him. No, he much prefers the dorky reporter Derek Hale.

Go easy on me now by ElisAttack 

(1/1 | 6,194 | Teen)

Derek just turned down Stiles Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski of Spark Enterprises, billionaire and superhero on the side. Derek must be insane, but it was either turn him down, or accidentally end up revealing his true identity. The things Derek does for the sake of this planet.

Or the one where Stiles is an out Batman with a thirst for justice, and Derek is a closeted Superman intent on hiding away his secret identity.

 What's A Secret Identity? by Chrystie, imabignerd, kate882

(1/1 | 6,968 | Teen)

Stiles sipped at a mug of coffee, absently watching the news play in the break room. Because of course a news station couldn't play anything other than its own content, even in the one part of the office that was supposed to be a safe space from work. His interview with Superman was making a rerun and Stiles glanced at Derek before commenting absently, “I’d totally let Superman fuck me.”

Derek, who had been in the middle of a swig of coffee, choked violently, “That’s not something I needed to know at nine in the morning, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What time would you prefer I tell you about all of the things I would let Superman do to my body?”

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Fandom: TeenWolf

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Author: rootbeer

Summary: Anxiety (/aNGˈzī-itē/): A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. ~~ "The set was busy; people bustled about with their various jobs. No one seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, as the gangly boy looked about nervously. He was all skin and bones, a track of moles across his light skin. He carried a bag across his shoulders, a coffee cup in his left hand and a curious look on his face. There was nothing remarkable looking about him at all, and perhaps, that was the most remarkable thing."

DILF

Author: twentysomething

Summary: "Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

**sidenote: you need an AO3 account to view this fanfic

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie

Author: owlpostagain

Summary: “He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant."Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy.""Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

Prince Among Wolves

Author: tylerfucklin (Zimothy)

Summary: Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

This Quiet Torment

Author: oblivions172

Summary: Derek has had a crush on Stiles, a young omega who goes to his school since he first laid eyes on him. He has watched him continually come to school with bruises and flesh wounds delivered by his abusive father and all he’s ever wanted to do was help but Stiles never let him get close enough. Until, one night, Stiles ends up at Derek’s house, with more than a flesh wound and Derek will do everything in his power to protect him.

Fly a Little Faster

Author: mirrorkill

Summary: Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

In the Solstice of Our Hearts

Author: ravingrevolution

Summary: "You're not putting that up your butt," Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn't stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. "Stiles, you can't put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won't be ready for anything to go in it until-""Okay, okay!" he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend's lecture. "Message received, no butt stuff until I'm pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything.""Not all alphas are animals," Scott said quietly.Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn't holding his breath.

His Only Defence

Author: LunaCanisLupus_22

Summary: Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha.Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

The Undisclosed

Author: Taila_Tai

Summary: For once the pack doesn't panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted...

Pack Wars

Author: miss_aphelion

Summary: Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Alpha Magazine 'Verse Series

Author: WhoNatural

Part 1: Not Like Bond & Moneypenny

Summary: (AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

Part 2: What Bond Did Without Moneypenny

Summary: The lost months in Not Like Bond & Moneypenny, in which Derek pines, Laura tries not to meddle, Stiles blogs, and everything works out in the end.

Part 3: After Bond Got Moneypenny

Summary: After all they went through to get here, it should be plain sailing from now on, right?

Kindred Spirit

Author: Stoney

Summary: Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf AU. [ You do not have to know AoGG to follow this fic, it would only enhance the reading experience. :D ] Essentially the world of Teen Wolf set in the late 1890s, with themes and some minor character names/places specifically borrowed from Anne's world (and no disrespect meant to LM Montgomery, because I love Anne Shirley to bits and pieces.)Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

Gravity's Got Nothing On You

Author: zosofi

Summary: “Three weeks,” Derek says.“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.““My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

The Skies Above are Blue

Author: Trelkez

Summary: Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

The Amber of the Moment

Author: redhoodedwolf

Summary: Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

Academia Series

Author: KuriKuri

Part 1: Hemingway Can Suck It

Summary: “For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.

(Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he's a student.)

Part 2: Misinterpret Me Like Lolita

Summary: “You don’t even know the course name?” Derek growls after the guy blushes and stutters out an answer, because, Jesus, he thought the university had standards.And it sounds like the course the guy is describing is his. Isn’t it just his lucky day? No breakfast and another student who doesn’t give a shit about the course material.This class is going to be hell – he’s calling it now.

Part 3: Leave the Black Light

Summary: “We shouldn’t,” Derek protests, although the way he grips Stiles’ hips a little too tightly betrays what he really wants. “There’s another class in here in less than half an hour.”“Then I guess we’ll have to be quick,” Stiles says, unconcerned. “Good thing I came prepared.”

Tonight, the Fox Hunts the Wolf

Author: LucifersHitman

Summary: Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or strong like Danny or adorable like Scott.He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw. Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects.

Honey Eyes and a Wolf's Heart Series

Author: Underestimated_amateur

Part 1: Pup and Kit

Summary: Derek is eight when he first meets Stiles. Peaking over at him from the end of the bed, he stared in awe. The thing was so small and chubby with lovely pale skin covered in the cutest of freckles. The little one didn't even have hair yet, just fuzz on top of his head. And the prettiest amber eyes he's ever seen.

Part 2: It’ll Be Okay

Summary: Derek was nine when he first stayed the night in the Stilinski household. Stiles was a few months past one year old.When the door suddenly opens, he races in like a man on a mission. Listening to the two other heartbeats in the house, he quickly knows which one is the one he's looking for. Stiles.

Part 3: Sourwolf

Summary: Derek was eleven when he learns the answer to a question that's been burning inside his mind since he met Stiles. Stiles is three when he shows the world what he is. Eleven was also the age when Derek begrudgingly gets a nickname that'll last a lifetime.

Part 4: Wishing Flowers

Summary: Derek is twelve when he teaches Stiles about wishing on flowers when the little one visits him. Stiles is four when he knows for sure what he wants.

Part 5: My Batman, My Catman

Summary: Stiles was in first grade when Derek learns he has to share sometimes.

Part 6: Innocent Lips and Locked Fingers

Summary: Derek is fifteen when he first takes the little one out by themselves. Stiles is seven when he gives his first kiss.

Part 7: Cindered Wreckage

Summary: It was like a story how everything played out. Like a tragedy his mother could've read to him from her library when he was younger.Derek is fifteen when he feels broken.

Part 8: Hiraeth

Summary: It's been a year after the disaster, but sometimes Derek comes back to his broken home.He is sixteen when he learns what it means to grieve. He is sixteen when he re-lets people in.

Part 9: Taking a Shot

Summary: Derek is seventeen when he finally plays a basketball game. Stiles is nine when he sees his first game.

Part 10: Healing

Summary: Derek pays a certain someone another visit.

The Noble Tie That Binds Series

Author: minusoneday

Part 1: There Is A Brotherhood

Summary: So far, college has taught Stiles three things:1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Part 2: Your Lifelong Membership is Free

Summary: Uncle Peter’s spent years regaling Derek with tales of his time as President of the Alphas. Derek’s paid close attention, because Peter’s stint as President is a pretty comprehensive guide on ‘How to Successfully Run a Fraternity into the Ground,’ so Derek plans to do the opposite of what Peter did.***A Derek POV to There is a Brotherhood. In which Derek's life is hard.

Fang & Fur Series

Author: heartsdesire456

Part 1: Somewhere I Belong

Summary: When Stiles got an interview for an internship at Fangs & Fur magazine, the publication owned by the well known and widely respected alpha Talia Hale, he never expected it to be offered an actual job by Alpha Hale herself. He also never expected for his life to change so much after he met the man whose department he was assigned to.Stiles was not prepared for Derek Hale's cub, either.

Part 2: The Same Chains That I Kept You In

Summary: The story of how Peter and Chris got together in the Fangs & Fur 'verse“Why are you so annoying?!”  “Because I CAN BE!”“Oh wow, that’s so mature, Hale-““Oh bite me, Argent!”  Stiles was actually impressed by how long Peter and Chris had been fighting. He looked at Derek, who was holding out the book he was reading to show Alex the pictures where he was sitting in Stiles’s lap. “Dude, are they okay?” he asked softly, nodding to the doorway where Chris and Peter kept reappearing.Derek turned back just as Peter stalked past with Chris following him, arms waving as he argued with him. “Oh yeah, this is a near-monthly thing,” he said, and Stiles raised a skeptical eyebrow.Series

Part 3: A Gift From The Easter Bunny

Summary: SummaryStiles and his father are invite to the Hale Pack Easter Celebration.Stiles get's a special Easter Egg in his basket.

Part 4: Feelings That I’m Wrong

Summary: Stiles looked at him closely. “I know why Derek’s eyes are blue… but I’ve never heard anything about you.”Peter looked at Stiles and Stiles saw a slightly manic glint to his eye when he grinned predatorily. “Much like Derek was defending his cub, I killed another werewolf defending something I hold very dear,” he said bitterly. “It was kept out of the media by my sister’s influence, but it was actually just a few years ago.” He looked down at his drink, swirling the cup. “Let’s just say you don’t come to visit a pack and threaten the alpha’s baby brother’s mate.”

Part 5: Don’t Wanna Hear You Say Maybe

Summary: Stiles was getting really annoyed with Derek being secretive and excited over something he refused to talk about. All day at work Derek seemed distracted and happy but Stiles couldn’t work out why.

Part 6: Can’t Wait To Call You Mine

Summary: Derek and Stiles get married... and set up their friends.

Part 7: Baby Makes Four

Summary: When Stiles and Derek decide to adopt another child, they run into an unexpected obstacle that sends them down a painfully difficult path in hopes to adopt a child.

Part 8: New Beginnings

Summary: The start of the new year brought some changes to Fangs & Fur that nobody had really expected. The biggest of which shocked far more than just the Hale pack, or the company. It also shocked pretty much the whole supernatural community.

Part 9: Anything You Like

Summary: After an afternoon out shopping with his uncles, Alex asks a question that Stiles never expected (though he probably should have).

Part 10: A Very Hale Halloween

Summary: Stiles, Derek, and the kids get ready for Halloween night.

Part 11: In Memorium

Summary: On the 20th Anniversary of the Argent Terrorist Attack that took the lives of eleven people in the town of Beacon Hills, California, Governor Talia Hale gives a speech at a memorial event for the tragedy that killed her sister, her husband, and two of her children.

Part 12: I’m Thankful For...

Summary: Primary school Thanksgiving assignments and notes sent home from Alex's Pre-K teacher make Stiles cry.

Part 13: What’s Christmas Without A Trip to the ER

Summary: Stiles was just testing the lights to see which ones worked and which didn’t when there was a loud bang on the roof and the sound of a lot of smaller thuds going further towards the front of the house. He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Derek, be careful what you drop! You might break a hole in the roof!” he shouted, knowing Derek could hear him from inside.About five minutes later, Molly came skipping in. “Daddy fell off the roof and I think he has a booboo,” she said without preamble.Stiles jerked. “Daddy did what?!”

Part 14: Leaked

Summary: “In other news, Peter Hale, CEO of Fangs & Fur, the groundbreaking werewolf magazine, and brother of Governor Talia Hale, woke up to scandal today when racy photos of Hale and his husband were published on a website called The Den, a popular website aimed towards gay werewolves. So far Hale hasn’t been available for interview regarding the apparent leak.”

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We went straight to Derek’s and told him everything that happened. It wasn’t long before Jennifer showed up. She begged Derek to listen to her, that she had to tell him something and he shouldn’t believe a word me or my friends said. Then she realised we were already there. The three of us came out from around the corner staring her down.

“They told you it was me? That I’m the one taking people?” She asked him in mock disbelief. I was to angry to speak my hand locked with Stiles.

“We told him you were the one killing people!” Scott yelled at her.

“Oh, that’s right. Committing human sacrifices. What? Cutting their throats. Yeah I probably do it on my lunch hour that way I can get back to teaching high school english the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense.” She told us playing it up for Derek.

“Where’s my dad?” Stiles asked her the tears falling freely from his eyes. If I wasn’t so angry I would probably be a sobbing mess. Noah, Stiles, and Scott they were the only thing close to family I had anymore.

“How should I know?” She asked him playing it up. I roared at her.

“Derek, tell me you don’t believe this.” She rounded to her big strong alpha werewolf protector.

“Do you know what happened to Stiles father?” He asked her after flicking his eyes to us.

“No.” She told him.

“Ask her why she almost killed Lydia.” Scott told him.

“Lydia Martin? I don’t know anything about that.” She told us.

“What do you know?” Derek asked her.

“I know that these kids for whatever misguided reason are filling your head with an absurd story. One they can’t prove by the way.” She hissed at us.

“What if we can?” Scott held up the jar of powder we’d gotten from Deaton.

“What is that?” She asked us.

“My boss told me it’s a poison and a cure. Which means you can use it and it can be used against you.” He told her uncapping it and walking forward.

“Mistletoe?” She practically growled as Scott showered her in the powder. We watched as it transformed her into the ugly scarred monster she is. She tried to run, but Derek didn’t let her escape.

“Derek wait! Wait! You need me.” She tried to tell him.

“What are you?” He asked her disgusted, his claws were out.

“I’m the only person who can save your sister. Call Peter. Call him!” She yelled. Derek did the consensus was not good. As far as Peter could tell she was dying. Derek looked like he was about to kill her when he hung up the phone. I would be all for it if she wasn’t the only person who knew where Noah was.

“Her life’s in my hands. Stilinski, you’ll never find him.” She bargained.

“Derek.” Scott said low, pleading.

“Derek!” I screamed. He finally dropped her.

“That’s right. You need me. All of you.” She told us cockily.

-

Stiles, Scott and I followed behind Derek and Jennifer. I sat squished between by friends, praying that when we got to the hospital saved Cora and then Noah, Jennifer would give me the perfect excuse to rip her throat out.

“Something feels wrong about this. We proved it to Derek but she still had this look. Like it was all still going according to plan.” Stiles worried out loud. I hated to believe it but I knew he was right.

We pulled up at the hospital. Scott and I were out the passenger side door in seconds. Stiles was close behind, carrying a bat.

“What’s that?” Scott asked him.

“What you two have claws, I have a bat.” He told him yelling so he could be heard over the storm. We raced inside, Derek’s hand wrapped threateningly around Jennifer's upper arm.

“Scott! Jamie! Stiles!” The three of us turned at Melissa's calls.

“What are you doing here? The hospitals evacuating.” She asked us.

“We’re here for Cora.” Scott told her.

“What all of you? Why does Stiles have my bat?” She asked noticing the strange sight.

“Mom just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now.” He warned her.

“The building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We’ve got two ambulances that are coming back. One’s ten minutes out the other is twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They’ll be picking up in the basement garage.” She told him.

“Got it.” Scott told her as we headed to the elevator. Derek yanked her inside.

“You don’t have to keep me on a leash Derek. I’m going to help.” She tried to tell him. No one believed her. Scott, Stiles and I were standing around her glaring and if looks could kill she’d be dead time three. When the elevator doors opened it was a short walk to Cora’s room, but she wasn’t there. We didn’t have much of a chance to try and figure out where she went before Peter came sliding through two double doors.

“We’ve got a problem. Big problem.” He told us.

Derek charged the twins. Scott and I weren’t far behind. Though even with all three of us, it didn’t take them long to knock Derek down and pin Scott and I up against the wall by our throats.

“Ethan, Aiden stop.” Scott pleaded.

“All we want is her.” They told us before looking down the hallway to where Jennifer had gotten back on the elevator. They dropped us to run after her but the doors closed to soon. THe rest of us managed to get to our feet and run when the twins turned and chased after us.

“Don’t stop!” Derek yelled as we made our way through room after room, corridor after corridor. I looked behind me and saw Stiles hanging back.

“Stiles!” I called out to him. He waited until the twins were inside then swung the bat. It splintered over their head. He quickly raced back to us. I pulled him over to us. Scott jumped up and slammed the lights into the alpha twins face. We all turned and ran, barricading ourselves into an operating room.

“Where’s Mrs. Blake?” Stiles asked noticing the english teacher's absence.

“Scott are you kidding me?” Stiles asked starting to shake.

“Be quiet!” Derek ordered him.

“Me be quiet? Are you telling me what to do when your psychotic mass murdering girlfriend has got my dad tied up somewhere waiting to be ritually sacrificed?” Stiles said getting into Derek's face.

“Stiles, they’re still out there.” Scott tried to tell him. I honestly felt Stiles had every right to flip his shit right now, even if it wasn’t the most opportune time.

“Well we don’t have her, and if we don’t have her then my dad and Cora are both dead.” Stiles yelled.

“Not yet.” Scott told him going to Cora's side.

“We have to be able to do something.” Scott pleaded with Peter.

“You can’t but I can. And I can tell you where sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alpha in this hospital who want me dead. So I’ll help you but only when I’m out of here and safe.” Jennifer bargained as she reappeared in the room with us.

Derek charged her fangs barred. Scott held him back.

“She was trying to get out.” Derek tried to tell Scott.

“I was trying to stay alive. You can’t blame me for that.” She told him. I stood watching at Stiles side. I always saw better when I took a step back.

“If you want to show you’re one of the good guys then heal her.” Stiles told her.

“Or tell us where Noah is. It’s not like we can go get him until we’re out of here anyway.” I told her.

“Not until I’m safe.” She told us.

“I’d like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let’s torture her.” Peter said glaring at her. I couldn’t help but agree with him.

“Sounds good to me.” Derek agreed trying to get to her again. Scott kept holding him back.

“Can I have your attention. Mr. Deucalion requests you bring, the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the ER reception. Do this and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes.” Melissa’s voice came over the speaker.

“He’s not going to hurt her.” Jennifer told Scott.

“Shut up.” Derek told her.

“He won’t.” She said again this time with more certainty.

“Scott you know why. Tell them it’s true.” She insisted.

“What does she mean?” Derek asked looking to Scott.

“You’re not the only one he wants in his pack. Deucalion doesn’t just want an alpha pack he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks.” Jennifer told them.

“A true alpha.” Peter put it together.

“What’s that?” Stiles asked.

“The kind that doesn’t have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will.” I told them, everyone but Scott turning to look to me in surprise.

“Our little Scott.” Peter marveled at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stiles asked turning to me.

“There wasn’t time, it’s all been so crazy. I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“It doesn’t matter. We still need to get her out of here.” Scott told us.

“Scott your mom.” Stiles said in surprise.

“My mom said there's one more ambulance arriving in twenty minutes and I don’t think we've been here that long so if we can get down to the garage and get to the last ambulance then I think we can get out of here.” Scott told us.

“The twins aren’t going to let us just walk out.” Peter pointed out.

“I’ll distract them.” Scott told him.

“You mean fight them.” Derek corrected.

“Whatever I have to do.” Scott told him.

“I’ll help you.” Derek told him.

“Uh, I’m sorry but I’m not going anywhere without you Derek.” Jennifer piped up.

“What you don’t trust me?” I asked placing a hand over my heart in mock hurt, my claws extended.

“I’ll do it. But I’d prefer to be out there with an advantage.” Peter spoke up.

“Advantage like what? You mean like a weapon?” Stiles asked.

“Something better than a baseball bat.” Peter told him. We all immediately started rifling through the drawers.

“Hey wait what about these?” Stiles asked holding up the defibulators.

“Do you know how to use those?” Derek asked him.

“No.” Stiles confessed.

“Put them down.” Derek instructed him. I took the paddles from Stiles hands and put them back on the cart.

“Epinephrine?” Scott asked.

“That’s only going to make them stronger.” Derek told him. Peter popped his head up from his search.

“How strong?” He asked. He took the shot from Scott and injected the contents into his heart. Then he and Scott went out to face the alphas. The rest of us made a break for the garage.

“It’s still here!” Stiles yelled in triumph as we made it to the ambulance. Stiles and I jumped in helping Derek lay Cora onto the gurney.

“Derek over here.” Jennifer called him away.

“Julia.” Kali’s voice rang like an omen of death. Stiles quickly shut and locked the ambulance door. I pushed him behind me just in case.

We watched as Derek and Jennifer made a break for it. Kali was close behind them.

“Okay we’re okay.” Stiles repeated as I watched out the window.

“Why do you look like you’re not breathing?” Stiles asked Cora. I turned to see he was right. She wasn’t breathing at all.

I stayed at the window listening for trouble as Stiles tried to give Cora mouth to mouth. After a few frantic attempts she started breathing again. Stiles sat back relieved. I smiled at him in awe.

“You just need to hold on a little longer okay.” Stiles told her as I came to sit beside him.

“Trust me if anyone’s going to get us out of this, it’s Scott.” I told them both as Stiles hand found mine.

“You know I actually used to be the one with the plan. Well at least a plan B. Now i’m thinking maybe you were right. Maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies.” Stiles said to Cora's unconscious form. I started to cry as he voiced all the same fears I had been having.

“I don’t want to find my father's body.” He said crying too. That’s when I heard someone come into the garage.

I looked at Stiles as he wept for his father. I had to protect him, but I couldn't leave him like that. I grabbed his face with my hands and made him look at me.

“Stiles you are everything to me. Don’t forget that.” I told him. Before he had the chance to ask me what I was talking about I crashed my lips onto his. Hoping the kiss would tell him everything he needed to know.

“Lock the doors behind me.” I told him as I pulled away not giving him the chance to protest before I jumped out of the ambulance. Fully transformed and ready to fight whoever was waiting for me.

It was the twins. I roared at them before turning and running, they were hot on my trail. I raced through the hospital knowing I had no chance of taking them on my own. I raced down a hallway and ran straight into Scott. We didn’t have time to talk because the twins were on us a second later.

“Where is she? We’re trying not to hurt you.” They bellowed hoisting us up by our necks for the second time that night.

“Try harder.” I told them as I choked for breath.

“Hey! I’d like to try something.” I turned to see Melissa. She used the defibrillator to shock them apart. Scott and I fell to the floor. Melissa helps us both up and we took off down the hallway.

“How’d you get away?” I asked her.

“He just let me go. Said it was a gesture of goodwill. No other reason.” Melissa told me.

“He had to have a reason. I don’t think he does anything without a reason.” Scott told us as we walked down the hallway.

“Well if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve got that covered.” She told us.

Scott and I suddenly stopped hearing someone coming around the corner. We crept up together slowly. Keeping Melissa behind us. We rounded the corner only to be met with a gun in our face. Chris, Allison and Isaac we looking at us with wide scared eyes. For the first time that night I let out a breath of relief.

“Where are the others?” CHris asked us as he lead us to a room. “Peter, Stiles and Cora are downstairs in the ambulance. Derek and Jennifer are in the elevator.” Scott told him.

“So they’re essentially trapped.” Chris said.

“Wait. If the powers back on they’ll hear the elevator moving right?” Melissa said.

“They’ll be on them as soon as it stops.” I realised.

“We can’t get into a fight with them.” Scott told Chris.

“Well you’ve got us now.” Chris told him.

“It’s too much to risk.” Scott told him.

“They want her dead, and if she dies there's nothing we can do for Cora or my dad.” I told him. I paused, shocked when I realised that I’d just referred to Noah as my father. No one else seemed to notice.

“I don’t even think I know which teacher this is.” Chris told us.

“SHe’s the one with the brown hair. She’s kinda hot.” Isaac told him. We all looked at him.

“It’s just an observation.” Isaac told us. I shook my head and looked away from him.

“I’ve got an idea.” Allison told us.

-

Allison’s plan was crazy. Crazy enough that it might actually work. While everyone else was setting up Scott and I made our way to the elevators to get Derek and Jennifer. When we got there Derek was lying unconscious on the elevator floor and Jennifer was gone.

Scott immediately ran up to the roof where his mom was supposed to be. I knelt by Derek's side and felt for a pulse. It was there and strong enough. He would heal. I looked at Stiles who had run down the hallway. He took off up the stairs after Scott. I dragged Derek out of the elevator and followed closely behind him.

When the two of us made it up to the roof Scott was making his way to Deucalion. I clung to Stiles side as I watched my other best friend walk to the enemy.

“Scott don’t do this.” I told him.

“Don’t go with him.” Stiles begged.

“I don’t know what else to do.” Scott told us.

“Scott there’s gotta be something else. We always have a plan B.” Stiles pleaded as I cried.

“Not this time.” Scott told us.

“Scott!” I called desperately.

“I’m going to find your dad. I promise.” Scott told us before turning and leaving with Deucalion.

I pressed my face into Stiles chest and he held me tight. Both of us wishing we could run after our best friend. Both of us knowing we couldn’t.

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You, little human Part. I – Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Focused on season 3A of Teen Wolf. I'll play with the way the pack discovers who Darach is. In this imagine, the Reader is twin sister of Stiles Stilinski, belongs to the same social circle that he, except for the detail that she knows nothing of the supernatural creatures, mainly to protect her. The Reader has a crush on Derek Hale.

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The dream scheme had not changed after two and a half weeks of living it. Luckily, every night was more aware that it was that, just a dream. It consisted of the same, a pair of red eyes gleamed among the trees; I was surrounded in the dark, always in my pajamas, my hair matted and barefoot. Lovely! I remember looking everywhere, looking for a way out, but everything was black, the full moon barely could light the path. And as always, I started running blind, if I hit trees, if I cut or something, I just didn’t feel it, because it was illogical to run without seeing and not hit anything, but, what was logical in a dream? This was finished when i finally stumbled over something and the two red balls became bigger. In the distance, the howling of an agonizing wolf was heard.

I woke up to the creak of the door opening. It still took me a few seconds to recover from the bad dream, always causing insomnia and a good headache at school. But, the door? Why would Dad leave at two in the morning? That was happening countless times, only if there was a real emergency in the police station, beyond the murders that were happening lately, nothing else happened, although that seemed enough to make the men with whom i lived unbearable. They seemed to be punished, from high school to home, Stiles took care of bringing me and then he left, so this time, I knew immediately who was entering.

"How long does it take you to get there? Are you dating someone? ... Oh, wait, you finally stopped being a virgin." I exclaimed in a mocking tone.

Stiles closed the door and snorted.

"As if you were not, sister." He hit back, I just shrugged.

"It's different." I finished down the stairs and joined him in the kitchen. "So, are you going to tell me that mysterious mystery that you bring?" I was excited to know something more; the town was beginning to bore me.

"There is no mysterious mystery"

"Then why come so late? Does Dad know? Come on, Stiles, I'm practically locked up at home because of you, I haven’t even gone shopping with Lydia, or seeing ...”

I shut up, but I blushed. Stiles stopped paying attention to the contents of the refrigerator and gave me an accusing look. Of course my love interest was a secret to my friends, no one could know, not even Dad. My brother and his best friend barely got away with it.

"See who, Y/N? So you also have a mysterious mystery. "He pointed a finger at me.

"AHA! So you admit that there is a mystery " Stiles came back to ignore me "Fine! Don’t tell me, I'll find out”

I turned around and went back to my room. Something was going to happen to me.

The disadvantage of having a twin brother right when I needed to find answers, is that we were in the same group, always sitting next to Scott, whom I planned to corner somehow to tell me that it was cooking, but is that Stiles, as If I knew my intentions, it would not go away. After I finished pointing out what was on the blackboard, I glanced at Lydia, and of course she had already finished and kept drawing something, too distracted to notice the heaviness in my eyes. I gave up on her and went for Allison, she wasn’t over yet, and she was too far away to capture her attention. I snorted and leaned back against the chair. Professor Blake kept checking previous papers. Carefully I took my phone and decided to take the risk by sending a message to Scott. Do you know what my brother is bringing? Of course I didn’t trust much, the loyalty between them was unbreakable. Scott McCall looked over his shoulder and shook his head. Liar.

At the end of the class, everyone left the classroom, I was the last, simply because I wanted to follow the others, see who I can catch, maybe Isaac, I could take double from him, although, now that he lives with Scott, Hesitated This locked cat would drive me crazy. When I left the room I lost sight of so many people, I sighed and leaned against the wall waiting for the answers to be projected in the lockers opposite. Maybe I should try with Lydia.

Ready to look for her, I looked up, finding that, in the opposite direction of the walk of my companions, Derek Hale was approaching. My stomach responded by squeezing and I found myself adjusting and putting my hair in vain. When he saw me, he smiled. Almost never did, but we had a good relationship, of friendship, of course. I couldn’t see it as a target for the unknowns that hovered in the air, since it was not so close to my friends.

"Derek" Why am I smiling like a fool?

"Y/N" He nodded in front of me, though I noticed that his gaze was over my shoulder than in my eyes, I tried not to get discouraged.

"What are you doing here?"

I wasn’t going to lie, in my fantasies, I always imagined Derek appearing in high school offering me a hope of escape for a few hours. However, he seemed too absorbed to make it come true. I tried not to feel bad about the fact that he felt he wanted to get rid of me easily.

"I came to ... visit a friend"

I struggled because my smile didn’t go away. He fixed his eyes above me again. I turned to the point of his gaze to meet Miss Blake, who also looked at my opponent.

"Derek" Her tone and joy sounded very adolescent. I began to feel nauseated. "Oh, do you know her?" She kept her smile. I had never felt aversion to Jennifer Blake until now.

"Yes" I tried not to sound so rude "I think I ... I don’t feel well"

I looked at Derek, his eyes on mine, and for a moment concern crossed his face. Well, at least I lived with the comfort that he cared about me.

"You want me to take you with the nurse, Y/N?" Blake took me by the shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" I wasn’t delighted with Derek's words.

"No, I'll be fine ... I just ... I think I'll look for Stiles"

I slipped away quickly, didn’t want to look back, the nausea would increase. My eyes began to itch. Derek Hale was dating someone, I wasn’t stupid, it was immediately noticeable, especially the teenage attitude of Jennifer Blake as she looked at him. For God's sake, I think I'm really going to vomit.

"Feeling good, Y/N?"

I didn’t realize that I ended up against the lockers hugging my book against my chest. Lydia came up to me.

"You're very pale." She touched my forehead but I pulled away.

"I'm fine." I trusted Lydia, maybe she was the only one who suspected my feelings, the others were busier in their mysteries to pay attention to me, not that I needed it. "You know ... if Derek is dating ... Miss Blake?" My friend's gesture was strange.

"Ew." She chuckled. No, she didn’t know.

"I'd better go home," I announced as I sat up. The last thing I wanted was to meet again with that couple.

"I'll take you, I just finished my classes"

I wasn’t surprised by Lydia's intellect. I accepted, especially since I didn‘t feel good for walking back.

 "You got to be kidding!"

I walked through my room while reading my brother's text message, used to talk to myself when he did this kind of things to me. That is, to go to school? Right now? However, it was too tempting what I would receive in exchange for going there, would tell me the secret that is in hand, I would finally add some excitement to my life in Beacon Hills, even if it was something silly, if it is something Slightly different, I'm in! I slipped on my shoes and practically ran out, taking my jacket in step. No one was at home, so I would save the explanations. I was practically violating the rules, but in the first place Stiles incited me to do so, and secondly, I wasn’t a hostage, if they wanted to keep me, dad had to keep me behind bars.

Running was a challenge, but I didn’t give up my step, the sooner I arrived, the faster I would know that mystery. Too curious. I remembered that I had to talk very seriously to the sheriff about having a car of my own; that Stiles kept my mom's Jeep was doing me something unfair. It was that or I could always bribe them with getting a motorcycle, I'd seen Aiden and Ethan's, too beautiful to get my attention. I wondered what it would feel like to ride in one of them. Yes, it would be the perfect excuse to worry my father and have a car insured. Soon.

The school was deserted, I was surprised not to see the Jeep anywhere, but knowing my twin, He had possibly hidden it so as not to be discovered. I was committing another offense, in addition to having left home unannounced, being in school outside of reasonable hours was strictly prohibited, but not so much, considering that they left the doors uninsured. I went in through the main; the corridors were dark and cold.

"Stiles?" I called aloud. I swore that if this was a joke to scare me off, tonight would suffocate him against the pillow while he sleeps.

I took shelter and started walking, it wasn’t normal this type of cold, unless someone left the ventilation open. Nothing was heard, not a breath, not even the movement of an object.

"Stiles?" I tried again, but no answer. "Okay, if this is a cruel joke, I swear you're going to wake up breathing under your pillow!"

My inside began to fear, but another part of me ignited the adrenaline and I kept walking, the school was terrifying but it managed to be more when there was not a soul wandering the halls, only mine, apparently. I looked out at one of the classrooms that had the door open; the low lighting allowed me to see that there was nobody. I decided that it was better to leave and torture my brother as soon as he appeared in the house, in my mind I imagined him tied to a chair, torture, i had to think about it. Then my phone rang, the screen lit the name of my twin.

"Finally!"

"Where are you, Y/N?" I concentrated on hearing his voice echo, but nothing. I shuddered.

"What do you mean, where am I? At school, right where you asked me to come." I looked around.

"I didn’t ask you for anything"

"Stop, you sent me a message that I came here and you would reveal your mystery to me"

In his line, i heard the Jeep door slam shut.

"I just got my phone back; I haven’t had it for two hours." I felt a chill on my back. "Okay, okay, calm down."  I heard him get on the jeep and start, "Stay there, I'll pick you up ... no ... Better run ... no, don’t move ...”

"Stiles!" His anxiety began to spread.

"Run!"

And as a sign I obeyed, however, a force pulled me from behind and threw me into the classroom I had previously reviewed. My phone fell a few feet away, I heard Stiles call me but when I wanted to reach him, a shoe crushed it. I stepped back from inertia and when I looked up, I discovered Miss Blake staring at me from above.

"Miss Blake?" She didn’t keep the day-to-day look she gave us, and the smile was different, evil, mocking. I began to fear her.

"Curiosity killed the cat, isn’t it, Y/N?" She walked up to lock the door and turned slowly to me. I stood up.

"Why I‘m here?"

"Little innocent" She laughed "You were too predictable with your feelings for Derek. Even he realized”

I swallowed and blushed, he notice?

"Am I here for Derek?" I never imagined getting stuck in a fight for a boy. It was kind of nasty and vulgar. I didn’t plan to start this, or to follow her game.

Miss Blake shrugged.

"In part." She pursed her lips before displaying her teeth. "You're their sweet, vulnerable human, you'll lure the whole pack, especially Scott McCall."

"Pack?" What the hell was this woman talking about?

"Oh, you don’t have the role of the ignorant, beautiful." In seconds she held me tightly and threw me against the desks. I let out a gasp as i hugged my ribs with my arm, she seemed to know exactly where to throw me, "Your brother is a simple human, like you, but he belongs to Scott's pack"

"What ... are you ... talking?" I said between groans.

"Don’t you know?" It seemed that she really believed me "Your dear brother is surrounded by werewolves and a lunatic banshee"

I leaned against a desk to slowly stand up. What was she trying to play with? Did she do this out of jealousy?

"I don’t know…"

I stopped when I saw her approaching, my hands flew to a chair, as soon as I got close, I used all the strength I allowed myself to hit her. Jennifer stepped back, i  didn’t waste time and ran out of the room. I felt a bit dazed by the blow and the corridors were moving in circles, it was the worst time for me to start getting dizzy. The brute force of that woman threw me against the lockers, I stood again, I was only a human as she said but I wasn’t going to fall into fragility. I didn’t go very far when she pushed me again. I sat on the floor, I couldn’t continue to think that the dizziness was more pronounced and I began to see blur.

Then a roar, no, several echoed in the hallway, I put my hands to my ears and blinked several times, I needed to recover my vision to see what the hell was going on. At last I succeeded, a few meters from me, two men turned their backs on me and faced Jennifer, crouched, roared again, this time not so strong and they went on top of her. I tried to get to my feet but a piercing pain pierced my body, which I sank back to the floor with a groan.

"I’m here." I recognized Stiles's voice at my side.

Looking back at the area of ​​attack, I saw one of them fly away landing at my feet, Isaac? With a transformed face. I complained again, he ignored us and returned to where the fight was unfolding. Scott? Was he the other boy? Was it Scott? I didn’t want to ask. Stiles made sure I could get up, but another sharp pang hit me.

"It hurts a lot." I closed my eyes tightly.

"Let me help her." I heard his voice. I wanted to see it, and the first thing I caught was his transformed face, just like Isaac's, and glittering blue eyes stuck in mine.

Derek.

I recoiled against my pain, sticking my back against the lockers.

"It’s okay; Y/N" I was encouraged by my brother "Takehis hand"

I obeyed, concentrating on Derek's arm, where black veins began to set, slowly the pain began to fade, the reminder was still in my body, but it was bearable. I sighed in relief.

"She escaped," Scott announced. He and Isaac approached. Before my eyes, their faces returned to normal. And Derek's too.

I held a cry. What was happening? Was this all real or was i already hallucinating?

"Scott, you and Isaac looking for her trail. Stiles and I took care of Y / N”

I was able to take the opportunity to speak, to demand explanations, but my head didn’t give more and my conscience much less.

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Broken Hearts and Sarcasm | Part Two

•Teen Wolf | AU (where Cora stays in touch with everyone) •Stora (StilesxCora)

Terra gathered her daughter Malia and Cora into her car four minutes and forty-three seconds after Cora had told her. Malia was a little ten year old; the daughter of Peter and Terra born just a few months before the fire. Terra had taken Malia to live with her after the fire and Malia hadn't seen her father other than over Skype calls. She was still half asleep as her mother went over a hundred miles an hour through shortcuts to get them to Beacon Hills. Cora had become friends with her cousin during her stay with Terra, and Terra finding out someone important to Cora was hurt, the alpha wanted to make sure her daughter's family was okay as well. Cora chewed her lip as discreetly as she could, staring out the window and every couple of minutes, checking her phone for news. As Terra's electric blue Shelby Cobra screeched into the parking lot and rotated into a place, Terra herself looked at the young beta. “Who is he?”

Cora stared out the window, jaw clenched as she watched the doors. “He's a friend.”

“Cora, I've seen you with friends. This boy means more to you than that, and I think even you know it.” The brunette brushed some curled bangs from her face, Hazel eyes drifting from the doors back to her ex-husband's niece. “You go. Malia and I will be there shortly.”

The beta looked at the alpha for a moment and was moving before she gave herself conscious permission. She rushed up to the surgical floor, almost screeching to a halt as she came across the massive group in a corner by the window. Scott sat beside Allison, their hands linked. Isaac was against the far wall beside a girl Cora didn't recognize. Lydia was sitting between Aiden and Ethan, the latter twin holding Danny's hand. Stiles' dad paced the area, between the chairs on either side. Her brother leaned against the window, and her uncle leaned against the corner just behind him. Peter was first to notice, shoving his shoulders off the wall and opening his arms. Cora didn't hesitate to go to him, holding him close.

“Cora,” Noah Stilinski said, walking over as the girl released her uncle. “Peter said he'd called you.”

Cora nodded. “My aunt drove me here. Please don't ask how many laws she broke, we were in a rush.” she replied. “How is he?”

“Last we heard, he'd lost a lot of blood. They took him in to stitch him up.”

“Sheriff, what happened?” Cora asked.

“We don't know. From the looks of it, he swerved to miss something in the road and lost control.” Stiles’ dad replied. His tone matched Cora's thinking; Stiles didn't just lose control, it wasn't like him when he drove. “I've got my best people on it because I have to be here. Everyone keeps telling me to go home.”

“Cora,” the sound of her brother's voice made Cora turn. She looked from where the sheriff had pulled her aside, excusing herself to go and hug the older Hale. “You got here safe.”

“Aunt Terra wouldn't have wrecked.” Cora said certainly.

“Of course not. I don't need two Hale men after me for something that silly.” Terra said as she approached, holding ten year old Malia's hand. She was carrying the duffel bag Cora had packed.

“Papa!” Malia said, rushing Peter, the eldest remaining Hale kneeling to catch his daughter.

“Hi Princess.” Peter said, ignoring the numerous stares from the teen. “I'm so happy to see you. I wish it was a happier moment, though.”

“I came to help, Papa.” Malia chimed, nodding as she held up her hands.

“She's got the pain transference down pat. She's quite the little handful.” Terra answered. “I couldn't leave her, not knowing someone important to her family was hurt.”

“So...who are you?” Scott asked.

“Apologies. My name is Terra. I'm Peter's wife, although I do admit I thought he was dead until Cora came back last year.” Terra replied. “Malia is our daughter.”

“She has style.” Lydia mused, a slight sarcasm in her voice.

“We live in South America, and she was napping.” Terra replied to the implied comment about her daughters shorts and spaghetti strap tank top. “She's smart for her age, and she knew something was wrong by Cora's scent. Demanded I take her since Christian is at work.”

Cora noticed her uncle's face but turned back to the Sheriff, staying close. “How long have they been back there?”

“Hour and a half. The doctor came back earlier to say everything was good so far. They should be coming back out with another update soon.”

“Then I'm not leaving your side. Or his.” Cora said seriously. She wanted to be there when he woke up.

“You don't have to do that, Cora.” Noah replied before she shook her head.

“It's the least I can do. Let me stay the night, I have a change of clothes and everything.” She watched the father of the boy she loved for a moment before he nodded.

“Alright, only because I can't fight a wolf.” There was a faint smile on his face and Cora smiled back just at faintly, both of them more worried for the boy under the needle. He was opening his mouth to speak when the doors opened and the whole group stood. Cora tensed a little.

“Stilinski?” the man asked, looking at the massive group.

Noah nodded. “Yes. Close family friends have arrived since we spoke.” he said, reaching down to take Cora's hand.

“He's stable. Still unconscious from anesthesia, but he'll be fine. We'll have to keep him to make sure everything is good and healed properly, but you're all welcome to stop by.” he shook the Sheriff's hand, took the thanks and walked away after giving the room number. Cora wasn't prepared for Stiles’ dad to hug her the way he did, but she returned it; relief that Stiles was okay flooding her senses.

“I say we all stop by to see he's alright and we can all divide shifts to come and sit with him.” Lydia announced, and a few soft laughs left the group.

“Why don't we let his dad, Scott and Cora go first, hmm?” Terra said. “Lunch is on me downstairs.” she offered, beginning to lead the way back to the cafeteria. “We'll be back.”

Cora gave a grateful look to her aunt and moved to follow the directions as she walked between Scott and Noah. She felt scared, although she wouldn't admit to it. She had never been particularly fond of hospitals, but this was serious. She walked silently between the two men, pausing as they reached the door. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for Noah and Scott to enter as she tried to prepare herself. The door opening gave way to the overly clean smell of the equipment, the steady beep of the machine that mirrored the pulse of the human currently asleep beneath the pale blue blanket. She stood just inside the door, unable to take her eyes from the face of the teen she loved. A hand on her shoulder pulled her from her mind and she looked up at Stiles’ dad.

“It's okay,” he said, gently guiding her to the chair beside the bed. He sat on the couch against the wall on the other side of the bed next to Scott, reaching to take his son's hand. “You've got a special visitor waiting for you, Stiles. Scott and I will keep her company until you wake up.” he promised, watching Cora lay a hand on Stiles forearm before she scooted the chair closer, resting her head on the bed as she watched the sleeping teen's face. The sheriff smiled and leaned back, content with the silence aside from the monitor that beeped in time with his son's heart.