#ooc// hey guys nvm I decided not to kill him off but just know he’s getting put back the psych ward

[evannhansensletters]

hey guys why is my life so weird

one minute I’m passed out on my bathroom floor and the second I’m eating half burnt waffles made by the 2.99 waffle maker my roommate got at a yard sale.

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Riverdale 3.07 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Who the fuck would think that Archie and Jughead were brothers? Lmao sweetie no... (side note my niece thinks that Sweet Pea and Jughead look alike and she constantly gets them mixed up and it’s annoying because they’re so different and my baby Sweet Pea could never)

- Saw the voicemail yesterday and sit still bland as fuck. Like, Riverdale still hasn’t convinced me that Jughead and Betty TRULY love each other and then you have a boyfriend calling his girlfriend (who somehow doesn’t realize that his cling ass, co-dependent ass girlfriend isn’t answering his calls, which he knows she would never do to him, and that she’s in trouble. But whatever I’m just glad they’re not currently together because that means this episode has a CHANCE to be good... even though my faves aren’t in it) JUGHEAD WHERE’S THE LOVE AND THE FEELINGS AND THE EMOTION IN YOUR VOICE? LIKE, IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE DOING THIS OUT OF OBLIGATION.

- Archie wanting to send Jughead back just so Betty actually has someone on her side. We love Betty’s future husband and best friend, who cares about her so fucking much!

- “Betty took down a serial killer”? Last I remember she was helping her father clean up his mess but alright. Sure, they got him arrested but that was mostly because he threatened her and Alice (still not entirely sure why though)

- “You can’t go five minutes without getting the crap kicked out of you,” uh yeah the same can go for you, too, Jughead. Penny literally almost killed you. Honestly, I kind of wish they went through with it because I would love to see how different things would be. They could have made the next episode like a dream to Archie or Betty (preferably Archie) not only to trick us fans into thinking it’s real, that he’s really dead, but also it would be interesting to see what would happen.

- So you just come across this convenient random ass farm... and you decide to stay there? I find that so weird but alright Archie you do you

- LAURIE LAKE IS SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE. FUCK.

- Wow a time where I actually agree with Jughead? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME RAS STOP

- Jughead’s concerned for Archie... but leaves anyways for... pictures? Nvm Jughead’s still a crackhead lmao Like obvious he finds the symbols but STILL. YOU LEFT YOUR SUSCEPTIBLE BEST FRIEND WITH THOSE ODD WOMEN

- Honestly, farm life would really fit Archie but THIS KISS AIN’T IT BITCH. For a second I thought they were going to have her try and pull another Joaquin. OH GOOD HE MENTIONS VERONICA. But you’re not supposed to tell her your shit, Arch... ARCHIE YOU’RE TALKING TO HER LIKE SHE’S AN OLD FRIEND AND YOU’RE CATCHING UP. STOP.

- Now that I think about it thought, Jughead being off on his own like he used to and is supposed to, it’s really fucking great. I also miss photographer!Jughead (and Toni but she’s lost all personality since getting with Cheryl and i’m PISSED about that)

- Poor Archie, he can’t catch a break, can he? Thanks for bashing him on the side of the head, crackhead

- ARCHIE NO YOU RAN AWAY FROM RIVERDALE FROM HIM SPECIFICALLY. THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. Although, it’s surprising that Jughead suddenly has good ideas because when it comes to the Serpents he would just rather possibly get someone killed/or do something so horrendously stupid that if he died he would definitely deserve it (skinning Penny’s tattoo off)

- So all of a sudden you realize that you can’t hide from Hiram? Really bitch?

- JUGHEAD MENTIONING VERONICA MY JERONICA HEART BITCH

- Oh is Veronica FINALLY leaving like she has in literally all of my stories? I would have figured she would have left right after Archie was placed in jail and went to live with Fred (or took refuge in Pop’s) to keep him company and also give her a place to stay because we all know he would. But i’ll take this, too. Fucking finally

- How can you not like Veronica Lodge, the queen of being the most caring (other than Archie) and supportive woman in Riverdale?

- BITCH MY FANFIC IS COMING TO LIFE. Although I would have thought she’d sleep in her office because I figured she’d get one but this still works!!! Now Jughead just has to come in and find her, then take her in. Obviously that won’t happen but it does in my stories so whatever

- WE LOVE A DEDICATED WOMAN.

- REGGIE!! I love how he’s being her shoulder to lean on I am HERE for Veggie! And it’s cool and all that a Bulldog and Serpent are playing G&G together (even though they’re playing G&G) but who the fuck is this Serpent? I wanna know!!! I love me some Serpents. I still want to know who was in the background in the scene when Jughead and the Serpents go to rescue Betty from Chic’s criminal people who wanted money. But I know we’ll never get that luxury (or even a name drop) despite the Serpents being the best thing on this show besides Choni and Swangs

- So... it’s Reggie who suggests going a bit criminal? At least it wasn’t Veronica because she turned down the casino offer but since it’s Reggie it at least makes sense for him to do so. BUT ALSO VEGGIE YES BITCH WE’RE HERE FOR IT. Oh thank god it’s only for a night...

- If anything happens to Pop’s imma fight. Also how convenient that after Veronica and Elio talk about their illegal activities in front of the portrait she has of herself thanks to Hiram, he shows up. I’m sure it’s about Hermione being worried for her but still.. s u s p i c i o u s.

- Hiram does have a point about her always talking about wanting a legitimate business but now doing the gambling thing, but when people are desperate, they do desperate things so she’s let off of the hook (also because this storyline is a million times more interesting than anything involving Betty or Bughead)

- HA. HIRAM BEING AN ALLY. That’s funny. That’s like Betty being a good person and a good detective it’s not gonna happen

- But you’re telling me that NO ONE else could show up? Not Kevin, Sweet Pea, Fangs, Cheryl, Toni... not even in Veronica’s? I mean, not even shown fucking around with cards in the background? Or maybe Sweet Pea and Fangs standing guard? Honestly fuck you Roberto, the only reason this storyline is good is because it has Veronica and Reggie, and doesn’t involve Betty or Bughead in ANY way. That guy who gave Veronica her favorite drink? THAT COULD HAVE BEEN TONI. IT COULD HAVE BEEN A FUN MOMENT BUT YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM US. It’s like RAS knows what would actually be good for us and the show... and then just completely ignores it, then wonders why we’re all annoyed and angry with him.

- REGGIE “Want me to rough him up? Throw him out” I’D LOVE THAT SWEETIE BUT ALSO HE’S THE ONE WHO MADE ALL OF THIS HAPPEN (with V of course) YOU CAN’T KICK HIM OUT OR THERE’LL BE EXTREME CONSEQUENCES

- WE LOVE THE TRUE QUEEN OF RIVERDALE

- I’m still angry that no one else is in this. Like... seriously. I’m very pissed about it and you can tell because i’m bringing it up AGAIN. So much lost potential.

- WE LOVE A GAMBLING QUEEN, VERONICA LODGE, AND HER PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND/BODYGUARD/BARTENDER REGGIE MANTLE. HE FUCKING CALLED HER V OH MY GOD I’M- THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER. STOP. THEY’RE SO IN LOVE and it helps because they’re dating in real life. DON’T COME AT ME FOR NOT THINKING THE SAME WITH THE OTHER COUPLE WHO I’M NOT NAMING LMAO

- LOOK AT REGGIE SO FUCKING ENAMORED WITH HER. UGH FUCK ME UP. BOTH VEGGIE AND CHARMILA

- Pop! :((( He’s so pure and innocent. I’m surprised RAS hasn’t tried to fuck that up, honestly. But he does have a point, Veronica should and CAN NOT veer towards the criminal direction of her father or else all of her character development will go down the drain for nothing. And I don’t want that because she’s one of the greatest characters on this show!

- VERONICA DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY YOUR FATHER WASN’T ALL THAT BAD? He gave you inside intel about Elio and suddenly him destroying Archie’s, and your life, just... goes away? He literally is ruining Riverdale. THIS IS SO OUT OF CHARACTER STOP IT RAS QUEEN RONNIE WOULD NEVER. Season one V, maybe, but not season 3. Definitely NOT season 3 Veronica

- Oh Goody... now onto Betty. This should be boring and full of shit

- Elementary? IT’S SO WEIRD HEARING THAT BECAUSE I SAY IT LIKE ELEMENTRY but also this voiceover stuff is funny I gotta admit. But this is how Betty normally acts... except she says her stupid shit to people’s faces instead. She acts all fake and nice and sweet but we know she’s anything but. Thanks for highlighting that in this, RAS.

- LMAO BETTY SAYING “THANK YOU SO MUCH” WAS SO WEIRD BECAUSE THAT’S SO NOT BETTY.

- ETHEL WE BEEN KNEW JUGHEAD ISN’T INTO BETTY. “THIS PSYCHO BITCH” is basically Lili when someone points out that Bughead is toxic

- JUGHEAD ACTUALLY TOLD BETTY? It’s so weird... like I know it’s always Betty who lies and shit but imagine that conversation “hey betty ethel and I kissed for the game and it actually wasn’t that bad...”

- Ethel, Betty acts like she’s better than everyone because she knows shes’ not.

- For an investigator, Betty.. you’re really slow. Also “bite me” is ALICE’S THING NOT YOURS SO STOP YOU’RE NOT EVER GOING TO BE HER.

- For Betty i’m surprised she didn’t go into the room after the girl screamed because Betty, like Jughead, is stupidly impulsive.

- “Real friends don’t kiss each other’s boyfriends” she really calling herself out isn’t she. BETTY... THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID. TO VERONICA. But I mean you guys shouldn’t be friends in the first place, you don’t deserve Veronica. She never should have gone ooc and apologized to you for NOTHING

- WOW THE WRITERS ARE LITERALLY FUCKING SHADING US WITH ETHELHEAD. I mean obviously it was a joke in the first place but hey at least we get to see Betty’s real bitch side. You know, the normal, annoying ass Betty that somehow everyone seems to think is so cool and feminist when she’s the opposite of that?

- SO RAS HAD THE OPPORTUNITY FOR ETHEL TO FUCKING PUNCH BETTY AND HE DIDN’T TAKE IT? I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE BETTY ACTUALLY FACE CONSEQUENCES. Besides we know that Ethel is compulsive and stupid as well (milkshake for Veronica)

- So... you’re not going to check the rest of your file just in case? And does she really think they wouldn’t have checked the place after Cheryl escaped? Betty’s fucked. RAS would never let an opportunity to make Betty miserable so she can be rescued go.

- “I was lost again.” Betty... this is why you’re not the Serpent queen. THEY’RE NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THAT SHIT AGAIN BETTY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

- I know I should feel bad for Betty... but honestly... I kinda don’t. I mean, I know she needed proof but why didn’t she get herself in trouble to see the GK? Now we’re going to be forced to watch more Bettydale and I don’t care for it! Give me the Serpent, Veronica, Archie... something that actually is more interesting. No one likes Betty constantly having to be saved because she COULD save herself but she makes stupid ass decisions.

- Also I’m so mad about the mistreatment of Ethel. Like, she was innocent and kinda nice I guess in season 1 and now she’s this fucking apprentice to the GK

- Ugh watch the GK somehow be Hal so that this has even MORE to do with Betty. Now she’s gonna be saved and then have an even larger ego and god complex and i’m just not fucking here for it.

All in all... the only interesting thing to happen, truly, was Archie and Jughead’s part. Veronica’s showed her normal, bad assery and i’m glad but it also is trying to demonize her and bring her back to “criminal daughter” who Betty will definitely act better than and show that she thinks she’s all that. I just... Betty Cooper and how she’s so high on this goddamn pedestal has ruined the show. The only reason i’m watching is for literally anybody else. Betty and Bughead need to fucking go if RAS wants people to start watching again. I get too invested into characters and I can’t leave but that’s not the case for others.

It’s like he sees everything we write, what we want, what we hate, and then he just... ignores it and figures out a way to make Betty even more insufferable. Honestly, I want to like Betty but right now I wouldn’t mind if she just fucking went crazy, got actual help, and had to stay off of the show for a season or two and force Jughead to realize how shitty they are together. I want the best for this show PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOBODY WANTS BUGHEAD. It’s all just to piss off other ship’s fans, to give them less shit while you focus on Bughead. PLEASE. STOP. 

[graciebirdie]

The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars Part 4

Hey guys... so Stiles might be a little ooc... I think I set it up right and explained it but I can’t tell...let me know please! also @theclassicvinyldragon​ I believe you were interested in this?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Stiles was able to pretend that he hadn’t actually gotten kidnapped by a geriatric psychopath for two totally normal days.

He had spent Saturday and Sunday curled up in bed binge watching crime shows on Netflix and popping Advil. His father had spent almost all of the weekend at the station, only coming home once to take a shower and change his cloths.

Stiles fought back guilt and made him a salad with bacon bits as an apology.

His father had looked at the salad, looked at Stiles, and then bear-hugged him before promising to eat something healthy for dinner. Stiles supposed that was the best he would get, all things considered.

He’d gone to school on Monday and tried to pretend everything was fine even though people were staring at him and whispering. He walked in head held high and tried to ignore them.

He found Scott waiting for him by his locker. Scott looked mad right up until he got a good look at Stiles’ face.

“Holy shit! What happened?” Scott asked.

Stiles stared at his best friend of a couple of seconds. “Have you been living under a rock?”

Scott made a face at him. “Stiles, just tell me! I’ll beat whoever did it!”

Apparently he had been living under a rock. “Scott, you can’t beat up someone who’s in jail. Unless you’re also in jail. Which is not going to happen, so you can’t beat him up.”

Scott’s frown deepened. “You told your dad?”

Stiles facepalmed. “Scott! You’re not an idiot! Put two and two together please.”

Scott’s eyes went wide in shock. “It was Peter, wasn’t it?! I’ll kill him!”

Now it was Stiles’ turn to be shocked. “How in the hell did you come up with Peter? And why didn’t you tell me about him earlier?”

“I’ve been trying to call you, but your phone just kept going to voicemail and you never answered any of my texts.”

“I left my phone in my locker for the game. Didn’t you try calling the house? Or maybe you could have, I don’t know, actually come over to tell me the guy we killed that one time was up and walking around again. You didn’t think that was important for me to know? What if Peter had decided to kill me instead of being, you know, helpful?”

Scott scoffed. “Peter wasn’t helpful. And I did call your house. Nobody answered.”

“Well, did you leave a message?” Stiles asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No... I didn’t know what to say!” Scott said guiltily.

“How about ‘Hey Stiles, it’s Scott. Call me back, it’s important.’ Does that sound so hard?”

Scott was visibly gritting his teeth. But before he could say anything else Stiles felt arms wrap around him. He stiffened in fear before he relaxed, recognizing the perfume. It was just Erica.

“Hey, Batman! How you doin’ today?”

Stiles could hear Scott growling softly. “Scott. Knock it off before your headlights turn on.”

Scott shuffled closer. “Stiles, what’s she doing?”

Erica tightened her grip on Stiles shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious, Wolf-Boy? I’m giving my friend here a friendly hug.”

Scott looked shocked. “Since when are you two friends?” he yelped.

Stiles felt Erica freeze behind him. She gently pulled him back a few steps from Scott while Boyd suddenly stepped up, effectively squishing Stiles between the two.

“Um, guys.” Stiles said.

Scott looked like he was ready to start a brawl in the middle of the hallway and if Stiles had to judge just by Boyd’s stance he seemed ready to match whatever Scott threw down.

“Stiles,” Boyd started, not taking his eyes off Scott. “Can you believe I used to look up to this guy?”

Stiles bit his lip nervously. “Boyd, please.”

Stiles felt Erica sigh against his neck. “He’s not worth getting detention over, babe. Let’s just walk Stiles to class.”

Boyd nodded and walked around Scott while Erica pushed Stiles forward, forcing him to keep in step with Boyd.

“Stiles!” Scott called, sounding the most worried he’d been the whole conversation.

“We’ll talk later Scott. Somewhere more private.”

“But, Stiles-”

Erica had pushed Stiles around a corner. Scott wisely didn’t try to follow them.

Once they were out of sight of Scott she finally let him go, but not before giving him one final gentle squeeze.

Boyd opened a classroom door and held it for Stiles and Erica to walk through.

“Soooo.” Erica said, once they had made sure the room was empty.

Boyd settled with his back against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest. “Scott’s a moron. Why are you friends with him?”

Stiles bared his teeth at Boyd. “He is not a moron. He was probably just busy this weekend.”

Erica rolled her eyes. “How are you really feeling?”

“I’m really fine. What do you two want?” Stiles crossed his own arms over his chest, feeling a little worried about being cornered.

“Stiles,” Boyd looked the most serious Stiles had ever seen him. And considering Boyd liked to pretend to be stoic that was saying something. “You helped save our lives. We’re pack now.”

Stiles quickly shook his head. “I’m not in Derek’s pack.”

Erica looked away and when she spoke she sounded on the verge of tears. “Neither are we.”

Stiles took a step towards her, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. “What happened?” he asked quietly.

Erica sniffled and looked pleadingly at Boyd, who answered. “Before we got caught by the Argent’s we.” he paused and took a deep breath. “We told Derek we were leaving his pack.”

“Why?” Stiles asked, bewildered.

“Because we’re as dumb as Scott!” Erica yelled. She was openly crying now.

Stiles didn’t know what to do. He always got so awkward when girls cried around him, since half the time they were crying over something he’d said. He pulled Erica in for a hug and looked helplessly at Boyd.

Boyd sneered. “We thought there was another pack in the woods but it was just Allison fucking with us.”

“Did you guys talk to Derek?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

Erica shook her head against his chest.

“Well then.” Stiles said decisively. “After school you two go talk to Derek. I’m sure if you apologize for skipping out and promise to just talk to him the next time you get freaked out he’ll forgive you.”

Boyd’s eyes flashed, startling Stiles who had never seen Boyd lose control in a public place before. “No.” Boyd growled.

“No.” Erica echoed.

“No?” Stiles asked. “What are you going to do then? You two need an alpha to stay sane.”

“Scott doesn’t,” they said in unison.

“Scott’s a weirdo with an incredibly strong anchor.” Stiles said fondly. “But even he tried to kill me once or twice.”

Boyd and Erica both looked surprised. “And you’re still friends with him?” Erica asked, sounding amazed.

Stiles shrugged. “It wasn’t like he could help himself. But you two can. If you go back to Derek-”

“No!” Erica said again, cutting Stiles off. “You helped Scott! Please! Please, can’t you help us too?”

Stiles was at a loss for words. “It was mostly just trial and error with Scott. He got lucky that his anchor is Allison.”

“Well then, you can be our anchor.” Erica said excitedly.

Stiles backed away from the both of them. “Oh, god.” He said, horrified. “Please tell me you two aren’t in love with me.”

Erica rolled her eyes so hard her whole head moved. “As if. I already told you I’m over you.”

Boyd just shook his head.

“Well, Allison only works for Scott because he’s in love with her.” Stiles paused. “I guess you could try using each other…”

Erica laughed. “Boyd and I aren’t in love.”

Stiles shrugged. “Not at that stage in the relationship, huh?”

Boyd smirked at him. “Erica and I aren’t dating.”

Stiles flailed around in surprise. “What? But I thought-! Gerard?”

Erica grinned. “We’re bros. The only romance we’ve got is a bromance.”

“Erica’s just a great actress.” Boyd said proudly.

“Oh. Okay.” Stiles said, before frowning in thought. “You two are really comfortable with each other. Maybe you could be each other’s anchors anyway?”

“Nope.” Erica said, stepping forward and wrapping her arm around Stiles’ waist.

Stiles frowned at her but was distracted by Boyd suddenly being close enough to sling his arm across Stiles shoulders. “Sorry Stiles.” Boyd said directly in Stiles ear. “But you’ve been elected the wolf whisperer and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Stiles sighed deeply in defeat. Apparently he’d somehow manage to adopt two more werewolves. As if one wasn’t enough already.

“You two had so better be ready with the bribes if I’m going to be helping you.”

Erica and Boyd both grinned at him. Stiles shuddered when he realized how sharp their teeth looked.

“Don’t worry Stiles.” Erica purred. “We’ll make it worth your while.”

“What have I gotten myself into now?” Stiles whispered.

Boyd and Erica didn’t answer. They just laughed at him.

###

At lunch Stiles went on a rescue mission to get his phone from the locker room. It was, shockingly, still alive and Stiles saw he had several missed calls from both his father and Scott from Friday.

Scott had sent a number of increasingly desperate texts over the course of Friday night. The last one sent around 11:30 read ‘nvm jacksons fine’ and that was it. No more texts from anyone. But Scott had called twice on Saturday. But he hadn’t texted or left a message.

Stiles sent a quick text to Scott, asking him to come over to Stiles’ house after school, just before his phone died.

Stiles started to make his way out of the locker room when someone yelled for him.

“Hey, Stilinski!” Coach Finstock called from his office.

“Yeah, Coach?” Stiles asked, poking his head around the open door.

“The principle really do that to you?” Finstock asked, gesturing at Stiles’ face.

Stiles stiffened. This was the first time all day someone had asked him point blank what had happened. He nodded hesitantly.

Finstock made a disgusted face. “Guy always gave me the creeps, you know. Thought it was real weird how he just showed up out of nowhere like that.”

Not knowing what to say Stiles just took a step into the office.

“Your dad beat him up?” Finstock asked with a grin.

Stiles grinned back. “No, sir. He just arrested him.”

Finstock shrugged “Too bad.” He said before suddenly turned serious. “Look, kid.” He leaned forward and stared intently at Stiles. “If anyone tries to mess with you over this you just let me know. I’m not going to have one of my new star players suspended for fighting, you hear me?”

“Star player?” Stiles asked, wide eyed.

“On Friday you played a hell of a lot better than Greenberg has the entire time he’s been on the team.” Finstock leaned back in his chair and eyed Stiles up and down. “If you can keep that up in practice then you can keep playing first line.”

Stiles was practically vibrating with excitement. “I won’t let you down, Coach!”

Finstock nodded. “Yeah, yeah. What are you still doing here? It’s it lunch? Don’t teenage boys have a hollow leg? Get out of here!” he waved his hands in a shooing motion.

“See you at practice!” Stiles yelled as he ran out of the room.

He almost ran all the way to the cafeteria but caught himself, only just managing to miss running pass a narrow-eyed hall monitor.

He walked inside the cafeteria and sauntered up to the table he regularly sat at with Scott only to realize Scott wasn’t there. He glanced around and saw that Scott wasn’t the only one missing. Isaac, Lydia, Jackson, and Allison were nowhere to be seen.

He supposed it made sense that Allison wasn’t there. Her grandfather, the principle, had been arrested. Chris probably didn’t want her to be the focus of the rumor mill. Not that they weren’t talking about her in her absence.

Jackson had supposedly died and come back to life, so Stiles was willing to give him a pass for missing school. People had been speculating like crazy about what had really happened on the lacrosse field Friday night. Jackson’s ‘death’ and Stiles abduction were being widely discussed.

Stiles wondered if it had been a good idea to come to the cafeteria at all. He had been so excited to tell Scott the good news he had momentarily forgotten about what had happened. He chewed his lip and was about to turn around and leave, suddenly not at all hungry, when he felt a hand on his back, pushing him towards a chair.

He glanced over his shoulder and came face to face with a furious looking Danny Mahealani.

“Stiles.” Danny said through gritted teeth.

“Danny!” Stiles answered nervously. “How can I help you?”

Danny jerkily pulled out a chair and then shoved Stiles into it. “You can sit here and tell me what the fuck is going on.” Danny whispered harshly.

“Um…” Stiles said, franticly looking around for help.

His eyes landed on Boyd and Erica, who had just walked in. They looked back at him and quickly made their way over.

“Hey Stiles, Danny!” Erica said, bubbly and happy sounding, but her eyes were hard. Boyd wasn’t even pretending to be smiling.

“You two go away.” Danny snapped, not looking at them.

“I don’t think so.” Boyd said quietly, pulling a chair out to sit next to Stiles.

Erica walked around and sat across down on the table across from Stiles, putting her hand on Danny’s shoulder and leaning into his space. “Whatever you want to talk to Stiles about you can do it with us here.” She said, smiling flirtatiously.

“Fuck off, Reyes. You know that isn’t going to work with me.” Danny pushed her hand off him.

Erica just shrugged.

Danny leaned back into Stiles’ space and looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Stiles. Jackson won’t talk to me. You need to tell me what happened. I saw his-” Danny blinked rapidly and it looked like his lip was trembling. “I saw him on Friday. He was all cut up and the EMT said he was dead. But I went over to his house on Saturday and he answered the door looking completely fine and then he wouldn’t tell me what happened. He closed the door in my face Stiles.”

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Please.” he whispered.

Apparently Stiles was a serious sucker for that word because he didn’t look at either Erica or Boyd before he said “You know anything about werewolves, Danny?”

Danny stared at him in disbelief before flopping backwards in his chair and putting both hands over his eyes. “Fuck.” he groaned with feeling.

“That about sums it up.” Stiles said with a sigh.

###

Stiles went straight home after school. He was tired, his ribs were killing him, and he just wanted to take a nap.

He made his way upstairs and plugged his phone in. After it booted up he sent a quick text to his father telling him he was home and had his phone back.

His father had asked him to check in periodically, just to be on the safe side and considering how freaked out his father had been Stiles was more than willing to keep in touch.

His father texted back almost instantly. He must have been waiting. ‘Good, glad. Coming home for dinner. Don’t get into any trouble before then.’

Stiles rolled his eyes and texted back ‘I would never.’

He checked his messages and saw that Scott had answered his text about coming over after school. ‘can’t’ was all it said.

Stiles stared at his phone and bit his lip. Was Scott so mad about Erica and Boyd he wasn’t even going to bother finding out what happened?

Stiles texted him back. ‘why not?’

Scott answered ‘busy. at work.’

Stiles groaned. Work. Right. ‘after then?’

Stiles feel asleep waiting for a reply.

###

Stiles wasn’t sure exactly how long he slept but the doorbell woke him up from a nightmare about Gerard killing his father.

He rolled out of bed and stumbled blearily down the stairs. “If it’s not Scott somebody’s going down.” he muttered in annoyance.

He pulled the door open only to come face to face with Boyd and Erica. “Oh, come on.” He groaned. “Did we see enough of each other at school?”

“I’m hurt Stiles.” Erica said, hip checking him out of the doorway. He was surprised at how softly she did it. He didn’t even stumble. He turned to stare after her.

Boyd pressed his hand against Stiles shoulder and pushed him inside. “I thought you were going to teach us how to werewolf good.” He said.

“Well.” Stiles corrected absently. He realized what Boyd had said and spun around to look at him.

Boyd just smirked at him. “Just call me Superman.”

“Get it?” Erica yelled from what sounded like the kitchen. “’Cause you’re Batman and I’m Catwoman!”

“Yeah, I got it. And the 30 Rock reference. Good job and all that…” Stiles said with a sigh as he made his way into the kitchen, resigned to having two werewolves in his house.

“So, tell me what Derek already taught you.” Stiles settled in at the kitchen table and prepared himself for a long afternoon.

###

Boyd and Erica had been working on shifting their faces at will for more than an hour when the doorbell rang again.

“What is this, Grand Central Station?” Stiles grumbled as he got up to answer the door.

“It’s just Danny.” Erica said, following one step behind him. Boyd had wisely elected to stay in the kitchen.

Stiles opened the front door and stared at Danny.

Danny stared back. “You going to invite me in?” he asked after almost a minute of silence.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. “Depends. Are you a vampire?”

Danny’s eyes widened in horror. “Are those real?” he whispered.

“Depends.” Stiles leaned forward conspiracy. “Can you enter a house without being invited?”

Danny sighed. “I’m not a vampire, Stiles.” He shouldered Stiles out of the way and stepped inside to prove it.

“Hi, Danny.” Erica said, batting her eyelashes at him.

Danny frowned at her. “Why are you so weird?”

Erica just shrugged and strolled back into the kitchen. Danny shrugged back and followed her.

Stiles glared at the now empty hallway. “I guess it’s just converge on the Stilinski’s house day. Why didn’t I get the memo?”

He stomped into the kitchen and glared at his three uninvited guest. “What’s up Danny?” he asked through clenched teeth. His ribs and face were hurting and he really wanted to go back to bed.

Danny suddenly looked awkward. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I guess I just needed to see some proof with my own eyes?”

Stiles glanced at Boyd and Erica before shrugging.

Erica lit up. “Can I do it?” she asked excitedly.

“I don’t know. Can you?” Stiles snarked.

Erica bounced up and down in excitement before turning completely serious. She looked Danny in the eye and said in a deep somber voice, “Don’t scream.”

Danny just looked at her expectantly.

She pouted at him for a moment before shifting her face.

Danny gasped but instead of taking a step back like Stiles expected him to, he took a step forward. “Wow.” He whispered. “So, you’re a werewolf.”

“Yep!” Erica said, grinning to show off her fangs.

“That’s so…cool. You make much more sense now.” Danny beamed at her.

“Oh god,” Stiles groaned. “He’s like a literal ray of sunshine. How is this my life?”

Boyd gave Stiles a commiserating pat on the shoulder.

Danny turned to smile at them. “Are you two werewolves, too?” he asked excitedly.

Stiles shook his head, but Boyd nodded.

Danny just grinned some more. “This is so cool.” He said, bouncing up and down on his toes.

“I’m glad you’re taking this so well.” Stiles muttered suspiciously. Stiles thought Danny might be taking it a little too well.

Danny nodded rapidly. “I’m in shock. Just you wait. I’ll probably freak out once this shift in my worldview completely sets in.”

Boyd seemed amused by this. “You’re certainly self-aware.”

“You have to be, when you’re friends with someone who’s so self-conscious.” Danny said. Then he paused, and his eyes got huge. “Jackson… Is… A werewolf?”

Danny started to hyperventilate.

Stiles quickly walked over and put his hand on the back of Danny’s neck. “Boyd, chair?” he asked.

Boyd jumped up and slid a chair over to them. Stiles pushed Danny down onto the chair before pushing Danny’s head down in between his legs. “Okay, Danny.” He said, slowly and confidently. “Breath with me. In one… two… three… four... Out one… two… three… four…”

After a few minutes of this Danny started to calm down. “Damn, Stiles.” He wheezed. “…thanks…”

“No problem, dude.” Stiles said, lightly patting Danny on the back.

“See? This is exactly what I meant this morning.” Erica said, coming up behind Stiles to wrap her arms around his waist.

Stiles couldn’t help but lean back against her and smiled when he felt Boyd’s hand on his shoulder. He still wasn’t completely sure about this being somebody’s anchor business, but he supposed he might be able to handle it.

“Are you feeling better Danny?” Boyd asked quietly.

“Yep.” Danny said, giving them a slightly watery smile. “Just adjusting to this strange new world. That probably won’t happen again.” He frowned in thought. “At least I hope it won’t happen again…”

“Well, this has been fun and all but dad’ll be home soon and I should start making dinner.” Stiles said tiredly.

Boyd, Erica, and Danny all turned to frown at him.

“We could stay?” Erica asked hesitantly.

“Nah.” Stiles said, patting Erica’s hand. “I’m fine. I need to talk to dad alone, anyway.”

Boyd nodded and reached out to take Erica’s hand.

“If you’re sure…” Danny said quietly.

To everyone’s surprise Boyd reached out and took Danny’s hand too. “Let’s go.” He pulled the two out to the front door.

Before they left Stiles got a good look at Danny’s face. He grinned because Danny looked quite shell shocked at the casual touches.

Stiles waited for the front door to open and close before he flopped down to sprawl out on the floor.

He lay there for several long minutes, thinking about his life and his choices.

He knew he’d brought all of the werewolf nonsense onto himself and everyone else.

He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t dragged Scott into the woods to look for Laura Hale’s body.

Would Peter have bitten a deputy? Or maybe Stiles’ father. Stiles shuddered at the thought. With Stiles’ terrible luck the bite would have probably killed him.

Stiles would rather have a werewolf best friend and an alive father than a normal best friend and a dead father.

He tried to fight back the guilt he felt at that thought. He took a long deep breath and sat up.

He was about to stand up completely when the house phone rang.

He frowned at it and pulled himself to his feet. It was going to be either his father or Scott, so he might as well answer it.

“’Lo?” he chirped, trying to sound happier than he was feeling.

“Hey kid.” His father said, sounding worried. “You didn’t text me back.”

“Oh sorry, dad.” Stiles said with a wince. “I left my phone charging upstairs.”

“It’s okay kid.” His father said reassuringly. “I just wanted to know how Chinese sounded for dinner?”

“That’s not the healthiest…” Stiles muttered, but he didn’t try very hard. Chinese food actually sounded pretty good, considering he hadn’t eaten lunch. Plus, his father never called to ask about takeout without already deciding he was going to get some.

“I won’t get any fried rice.” His father compromised. “You want the usual?”

Stiles gave a put-upon sigh. “Yeah, dad. Sounds good.”

“See you in forty-five.” His father said, sounding pleased.

“See you.” Stiles whispered before hanging up.

He sort of felt like he was going to cry. He wondered how his father could be so happy about Chinese food when he saw death and destruction every day.

Stiles made his way into the living room and flopped onto the couch. He might be able to get a nap in while he waited.

###

The sound of the front door opening and his father’s call of “Stiles! I come bearing the fruit of the takeout gods!” woke him up.

He rolled off the couch and stumbled into the front hallway.

His father’s smile faded a little at the sight of him. Stiles felt his heart drop. “You okay, son? You’re looking a little rough…”

Stiles shrugged. “I’m just tired.” His stomach growled loudly. “And hungry.” He said with a smile that didn’t feel completely forced.

His father smiled back. “Okay kid, let’s eat then!” he said, happily brandishing the takeout bags.

There was more than one so he’d probably gotten enough for leftovers. For some reason, that neither could explain, they both loved leftover Chinese food.

“So how was your day?” his father asked, aiming for casual and missing by about a mile.

“It was fine.” Stiles said with a shrug. “A little weird, but fine.”

“Weird how?” his father asked as he pulled the food boxes out.

“Oh, you know.” Stiles said, grabbing plates for them. “Boyd and Erica decided we’re friends now.”

“Well, that’s good.” His father said excitedly, before pausing and glancing at Stiles. “Right?”

Stiles nodded. “It’s not bad, at least.”

The tension went out of his father’s shoulders and he reached over to wrap his arm around Stiles’ neck. He pulled Stiles in for a warm hug and Stiles just sort of collapsed against him. “I’m so glad one good thing came out of all of this madness.” Before pressing a kiss to Stiles’ temple.

He pulled back and started to dish up the food. Stiles just stared at him. He felt like he was going to cry again.

He couldn’t remember the last time his father had kissed him.

He quickly scrubbed his hands over his face and stepped forward to help dish out the food.

“So, how was your day?” he asked, hoping to deflect and maybe learn something interesting.

His father shrugged nonchalantly. “Long.”

Stiles waited to see if he’d keep going. When he didn’t he poked him in the back.

His father rolled his eyes as he set the heaping plates on the table. “And interesting. I guess.”

“You guess?” Stiles asked with a frown.

“Yeah.” He said, sitting down and scooping food into his mouth.

Stiles sat down across from him and started to pick at his food, suddenly not so hungry.

His father eyed him for a few minutes. “Just. It was weird.”

“How?” Stiles asked, his interest peaked even more.

“We went through the Argent’s house, looking for unregistered firearms.”

“Yeah?” Stiles asked excitedly. “So, did you find any?”

The Sheriff shook his head. “No. Which isn’t really that surprising. The Argent’s have a legitimate business after all.”

Stiles face fell. He’d been hoping they could pile on the charges.

“That wasn’t the weird part though.” The Sheriff said causally, setting down his fork. “The weird part were these plants we found.”

Stiles froze. He had a bad feeling about this.

The Sheriff continued. “See, we weren’t sure what kind of plants they were, so we spend hours looking them up. And it’s just the strangest thing.”

Stiles put his fork down too.

“They were a bunch of different kinds of aconite. Which is strange all on its own, what with it being a poisonous plant and all. But to have so many different kinds of it. It just got me wondering.”

Stiles stared at his mostly full plate, dread filling him. This could not be happening.

“They had a couple of those bullet assembly machines. Which, of course, they did. They’re gun enthusiasts. Why wouldn’t they make their own bullets?”

His father could not have figured everything out like this.

“But since I was wondering already I took apart a couple, just to see how well it was made. And surprise of all surprises there were plant pieces in them.”

Stiles started to take slow deep breaths hoping to stop himself from hyperventilating.

“The only reason to use a poison bullet was if you wanted to poison someone.” He paused and glanced up at Stiles. “Right?”

Stiles just stared back. He didn’t know what to say. ‘Yeah dad poisoning someone with a bullet is the definition of overkill’ just didn’t seem to cut it.

“So, I wondered about that. And I started wondering about the machine in the basement.”

Stiles felt his eye twitch at the casual mention of the Argent’s basement. And the electrical machine. In his nightmares Gerard had hung his father from it and induced a heart attack.

“I thought about how strange it was. As torture devices go it wasn’t half bad, painful but not necessarily deadly.”

Stiles leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Don’t you think it was strange how Vernon and Erica didn’t have a mark on them. Not even electrical burns on their writs?”

Stiles clenched his teeth together. This was it. His father knew. There was no going back now, no talking his way out of this.

“And then I found out that Erica has epilepsy. I find it just so odd that the stress of all that didn’t induce a seizure.”

His father had put two and two together and come up with werewolves. Stiles realized he was trembling.

“Sure, all of that was strange and confusing but it made sense, in a way. After I found this.” The Sheriff pulled a leather-bound book from his inside jacket pocket.

He set the book down on the table in between them. Stiles could guess what was in it. It was probably how to kill werewolves for dummies, hunter style.

“Do you have anything you want to say Stiles.” His father sounded so calm and understanding. He didn’t even sound angry, just tired.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth several times before finally just shaking his head. Of all the ways his father could have figured out about werewolves of course it would because Stiles got abducted by hunters. Stiles’ only consolation was that it hadn’t been his father getting hurt in that basement.

His father pushed his plate away and rested his elbows on the table. “So. Werewolves, huh?”

Stiles pushed his own food away. He folded his arms in front of him and hid his face in them. He didn’t even realize he was crying until a sob was torn out of him.

“Oh, Stiles.” His father whispered.

Stiles heard the scrape of a chair on the floor before he felt arms pulling him up.

“It’s okay.” His father said as he held Stiles tight against his chest. “You’re okay.”

Stiles cried harder and pressed closer. “How mad are you?” he managed to ask between sobs.

“Pretty mad. But not ‘move to another state and lock you in the house’ mad. Probably just ‘ground you for life’ mad.”

“Small mercies.” Stiles chocked out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his father asked, sounding like he was on the verge of tears too. That just made Stiles cry harder. His father hadn’t cried in such a long time and of course Stiles would be the reason why he would.

“It’s not like you can lock them up. And I know you’d never go for just straight up killing them. It would have just put you in danger and giving you an impossible choice.” Stiles buried his face in his father’s shoulder.

“Oh son.” His father pulled back, so they were face to face. “That’s not a decision you should have made for me.”

“You were just starting to get back on your feet again and then I had to go fuck everything up with werewolves. I just-I couldn’t-” he hid his face in his father’s shoulder again.

“Okay.” His father whispered, running his hand up and down Stiles’ back. “Okay, son. Let’s go sit down and you can start at the begin.”

Stiles took a long shaky breath, breathing in the familiar scent of his father. Gun oil-fabric softener-air freshener-home. Stiles pulled back a nodded.

His father ran his hand over Stiles’ head. “There’s ice cream in the fridge.”

Stiles gave him a watery glare. “There shouldn’t be.”

His father shrugged shamelessly. “What can I say? We’re both rebels. Like father, like son. Only mine’s contraband food and yours is werewolves.” He made a face. “Werewolves. You ever get used to that?”

Stiles shook his head fondly. “We’ve all got our dangerous vices.”

His dad grinned at him. Stiles grinned back.

###

“So, let me see if I understand all this.” His dad said, leaning forward with his spoon to get at the last of the ice cream. “Peter Hale went on a revenge filled murder spree.”

Stiles nodded as he ate his own spoonful of mostly melted ice cream.

“He killed everyone responsible for setting the fire that killed his family. But why did he kill his own niece?”

Stiles shrugged. “Probably a lot of reasons. The main one being he’d been stuck in his own mind for six years and he’d gone pretty crazy. Probably because he wanted to be an alpha. They heal faster than betas.” Stiles hesitated before he quietly said his final thought. “Maybe because he was mad at her for leaving him alone, completely defenseless and under his own name in a town full of hunters that could have killed him at any moment.”

His dad frowned at him. “You’ve thought about this a lot, huh?”

Stiles bit his lip. “Kinda hard not to, when you see the end result.”

“So, Derek Hale killed his uncle with the help of Jackson, Scott, Allison, Chris Argent, and you.”

Stiles nodded. “And Lydia. She told me how to make Molotov cocktails.”

His dad groaned and hung his head. “I never, ever want to see you use one of those.”

Stiles smiled sheepishly.

His dad sighed. “So, Derek became the alfalfa.”

“Alpha, dad. You know, like the leader of a pack of wolves?” Stiles said with a laugh.

His dad gave an exaggerated grimiest. “Right. The alpha.” He rolled his eyes. “And Derek went around biting people.”

“Not without their informed consent!” Stiles jumped in quickly, not wanted his dad to get mad at Derek for the wrong reasons.

His dad sighed. “Sure.” He didn’t sound like he completely believed it. “He turned Jackson, Isaac, Vernon, and Erica.”

Stiles nodded. “Two of those were surprisingly good choices.”

His dad smiled. “I’m pretty sure I can guess which two.”

Stiles laughed delighted that they could already joke about the situation. He was so relieved he felt like he was floating.

“But Jackson didn’t turn into a werewolf he turned into a katsura. Because he’s a jackass.”

Stiles beamed. “Do you even know what a katsura is?”

His dad frowned. “It’s not a giant rage lizard?”

Stiles laughed. “No, it’s an ornamental tree native to China and Japan.”

“Oh.” His dad said, frowning. “Then what’s Jackson The Lizard Monster called again?”

“A Kanima.”

His dad shook his head. “A Kanima. It sounds fake but okay.”

Stiles stared at his dad in open mouthed shock. “Did you just-?” he started to giggle.

His dad frowned at him. “What?”

Stiles was laughing so hard he couldn’t answer.

His dad huffed and smiled at him. “Okay so. Jackson turned into a murder weapon and you all tried to stop him. By locking him up in a stolen police van.”

Stiles cringed at his father’s tone.

“I’m still mad about that. Even though I know why you did it I’m still mad.”

Stiles hug his head in shame.

“I can’t believe Jackson is such a fucking asshole though.”

Stiles head snapped up and he stared at his dad in surprise, his father never swore so much in one sentence.

His dad shrugged. “He knew he was turning into something and still didn’t believe you guys. What an asshole. I never liked him anyway.”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, Jackson’s the worst.”

“And soft, squishy, animal loving Scott is a werewolf now, huh?” his dad asked, sounding perplexed.

“Yep.” Stiles said, popping the p.

“That’s weird right? That’s gotta be weird.” His dad looked like he was rearranging is worldview. He seemed to be handling it better than Danny.

“The weirdest.” Stiles said nonchalantly.

“But you’re not a werewolf.” His dad said, sounding kind of desperate.

“Nope. Just regular plain old totally normal Stiles the human.”

“Okay.” His dad relaxed back against the couch. “Ground rules.”

Stiles winced.

“Don’t even think about it, Stiles!” his dad said, waving a threating finger. “You got hurt by hunters! Totally normal human hunters! That’s not going to happen again.”

His dad leaned forward and lightly put his hand on the back of Stiles’ neck. “I know you’re in your teenage rebellion phase so I’m not going to tell you leave all of this alone, especially not if Scott’s involved.” He made a face. “But I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

He put his hand up to forestall anything Stiles might try and say to that. “Don’t even start. I want you to let me know where you are after school and if you’re going to be out later than nine.

I want you home before midnight and if you can’t be you’d better call me with a good reason. On day’s that I have evenings off we’re going to have dinner together to talk. About anything that’s going on.

If there’s another supernatural serial killer running around killing people you are going to keep me in the loop. I need to know what’s going on to keep the people of Beacon Hill’s safe. I know you think it’s your job to protect me but it’s my job to protect everyone. And I can’t do that if I don’t know what I’m protecting them from.”

Stiles nodded hesitantly. It didn’t sound too bad actually. It wasn’t like his dad was giving him any punishment. And it would be nice to have a different perspective if something did start happening again.

But his dad wasn’t done yet. “And on my days off We’re going to hang out. For at least a couple of hours. Got that?”

Stiles flopped over and pressed his face into his dad’s shoulder. “Such harsh rolls.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh, but I haven’t even gotten to the punishment part.” His dad sounded more smug than Stiles was comfortable with.

He sighed. He was in for it now. The statute of limitations didn’t exist in the Stilinski house

But Stiles was still the happiest he’d been in months. His dad knew about werewolves now. It had been only mildly embarrassing and painful. And Stiles had one more person to help him through the low budget teenage horror show his life had become.

Part Five Here