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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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I posted 1,138 times in 2022

113 posts created (10%)

1,025 posts reblogged (90%)

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I tagged 406 of my posts in 2022

#scott mccall - 157 posts

#scott mccall defense squad - 63 posts

#teen wolf meta - 63 posts

#teen wolf fandom problems - 33 posts

#stiles stilinski - 31 posts

#teen wolf fanfiction - 29 posts

#teen wolf - 26 posts

#allison argent - 22 posts

#alan deaton - 21 posts

#kira yukimura - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#ninety percent of dumb scott reactions are due to the fandom not even trying to put themselves in scott's place

My Top Posts in 2022:

Calm Down, Please

I wish people wouldn't jump to conclusions that Derek having a 15-year-old white son means that Braeden and he are broken up. It doesn't tell us much about the time frame either. It doesn't say anything about the writing either.

Alternatives other than Derek and Braeden are broken up:

1. Eli is Kate's child. (Ugh, but possible.)

2. Derek had sex with a woman during the six years between the Hale Fire and the beginning of Season 1.

3. Derek and Braeden adopted a child.

Considering that I don't think they're going to have Scott be in his early thirties, #2 is most likely the correct answer.

Jumping to conclusions is being pretty overly dramatic.

91 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

EVERYBODY LOVES DANNY

This is an exploration of the role Danny Mahealani played in Teen Wolf for the first four seasons. It was inspired by an anonymous correspondent who described him as a token. Danny was not a token. Instead, he was a foil for both Stiles and Allison, and his friendship with Jackson was a parallel with the friendship between Scott and Stiles and his romantic relationship with Ethan was a parallel with the romantic relationship between Allison and Isaac.

To me, a token character appears in a movie or story to serve one purpose and one purpose only: to be seen as what they represent. If Danny was the Token Gay Character, he would be on the screen only to be the object of Scott's accidental flirting or to serve as a sounding board for Stiles's insecurity or to remind the audience of Jackson's vanity. Once that purpose was served, he would vanish. Yet, effort was spent on Danny's his emotions and decisions concerning friendship, social status, and the supernatural. He is definitely a minor character, but he's certainly not a token. A token wouldn't be missed as badly as he was in Season 4. The obvious hole he left still puzzles people to this day.

In the first season, Danny's role serves as giving us a necessary look at how the rest of Beacon Hills High sees Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. He's not as intensely involved with Scott as Stiles, not as hostile as Jackson or Lydia, and he's not a new girl unsure of her footing like Allison. It is an absolutely necessary role to reinforce Scott's complaint of 'sitting on the sidelines.' Danny treats Scott with benign indifference, the way you would treat a nice kid in your science class to which you don't actually talk. Danny doesn't get Jackson's hostility to Scott's rise on the lacrosse team, and he verbally expresses it, but he's just happy to have another good player on the team that helps them reach the state championships. Danny tolerates Stiles because Scott is first line, and he's shocked by Scott's insistence on dancing with him at the Winter Formal, but he does dance with him, reluctant but not repulsed. Danny gives us the average student's view of Scott.

We also get the build up of Jackson's and Danny's friendship, which plays a much larger and more important role in Season 2. Jackson and Danny like each other as much as Scott and Stiles do, and there is a level of implied closeness matching each relationship. Danny can be just as sarcastic as Stiles toward Jackson, "If I come back and you're lying dead underneath a pile of weight, I'm taking the Porsche" and they discuss topics as sensitive as mutual sexual attraction and Danny is concerned because Jackson doesn't answer his texts for a week. The major difference is that Danny respects boundaries in a way that Stiles doesn't, and that is shown by the production -- regardless of my own personal taste -- as a detriment when Jackson decides to go after the bite and suffers the curse of the kanima. Stiles willingness to intrude on his friends life is shown as crucial in Scott overcoming not only his initial transformation but also his evolution into hero. To be fair, Jackson does not seek out Danny's help in the same way that Scott does to Stiles, which is also shown as a problem.

In Season 3, with Jackson's departure, Danny's focus shifts to Ethan, but he still serves as the same foil for Stiles and, now, Allison. No matter how talented the three of them are, no matter how much Danny is a survivor, they are still human in the world of the supernatural. Danny keeps his boundaries, so he's either a pawn of the alpha pack or a bystander to the action -- symbolized by him being present in the room when a chaos fly possesses Ethan and being unaware -- but on the other hand, he does survive and he does it with minimal trauma, not counting the Darach attack.

Stiles gets involved and stays involved, and he will have to deal with the consequences of the nogitsune possession for the rest of his life. Allison choose to become involved with werewolf, even knowing how dangerous in, and she gets involved and stays involved, and it costs her life. Danny chooses to become involved with a werewolf, it being revealed that he wasn't doing it ignorantly, but he keeps himself out of the action.

The audience noted Danny's absence in Season 4, precisely because he had become an important part of the story. He did have friendships, he was involved, but it also made sense that the characters wouldn't experience the same sense of absence, because Danny had drawn relatively firm boundaries around that involvement. He would be involved in things in his own terms.

The audience mourned his loss in Season 4, because of the Dead Pool plot, but I feel, that if we thinking about it enough, we should have mourned his loss in both Season 5 and Season 6. Danny's presence could have helped us understand Stiles's actions more effectively. They could have even had conversations about feelings of alienation between friends. Danny's presence could have been even more important in Season 6B, exploring how boundary setting is not the same as giving into fear.

A character with his much impact can hardly be classified as token.

108 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

Corey Bryant is a Hybrid Ghost Rider

This is for the Meta Monday: Monsters

I thought it would be obvious to the fan who is a casual observer, but there are many people who assume that Corey is a chameleon hybrid, but I don't think that's true. It's an understandable mistake, as several characters call him a chameleon, but as Season 5 and 6 goes on, we get more and more evidence that Corey's abilities aren't actual camouflage, but in reality the ability to shift matter into another dimension -- the Wild Hunt's dimension. Here are my arguments:

The shape he took reflected the person that he was. When the Doctors experimented on their chimeras, they often selected traits to graft onto others that coincided with their natures, in line with the oft-quoted supernatural principle. Tracy had traits of a kanima because, similarly to Jackson's impostor syndrome, her night terrors left her unsure of who she really was and what she was really doing. "She thinks she's asleep; she thinks she's dreaming." Hayden shared some qualities with Kate, though to a far less unhealthy degree, so she was grafted with traits of the nagual. "I'm not angry, Liam, I'm vengeful." Corey, similar to the Ghost Riders, was someone who felt that they could be in the center of the room and not be noticed. "My parents barely noticed the first time I died."

The Ghost Riders could project matter into another dimension, and Corey is able to perceive them and reverse it. While it seemed that Corey's major power was blending into his surroundings, he exhibited no other lizard-like traits. Instead, he was able to notice the Ghost Riders. He was able to locate the relic in the library. He was able to pull a Ghost Rider out of his dimension. In addition, the Surgeon, whose powers allowed him to perceive "frequency and vibration" was able to pierce Corey's invisibility without any difficulty on more than one occasion, even though they were abled to miss people hiding.

The Doctors had access to the "genetic" material of the ghost riders, due to the infected wound on Douglass. There was a whole sequence demonstrating that in Season 6A, when the lowenmench was hit by a whip and "infected" and then a shot when, after Douglas was placed in the tank, the greenish fluid was shown entering the tank.

Douglas himself immediately after acquiring the Outlaw's pineal gland, made capturing Corey his first target. He said "something I've been waiting to do a very long time" by which he meant turning the Wild Hunt into his army, and his next step was taking Corey. He also used Corey to bridge the Wild Hunt's dimension and Earth's dimension. He very specifically chose Corey, and it makes sense if Corey was, through the Doctors' science, part of both dimensions.

While people assumed from the start that he was a chameleon and several characters used that word to describe him, Teen Wolf often had people make mistakes in identification, and not only teenagers without occult training. Jackson passed Derek's test, and the pack assumed the Oni were going after only supernatural creatures.

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My #1 post of 2022

When Disappointment is Not Disappointing

This is about Obi-Wan Kenobi, Episode 3:

When I first watched the fight, I was disappointed. It was clumsy. Awkward. Beautifully shot, but the fight was nothing compared to other light saber fights, and Darth Vader clearly letting Obi-Wan get away.

And then I suddenly smacked myself with the Clue Bat. Of course. That was the point.

Obi-Wan Kenobi has not wielded a light saber for maybe ten years. Both he and it have sat decaying in the desert. He doesn't sleep well, he has a mindless menial job where he must let cruelty happen on a daily basis, so he can go home where his only social interaction is being cheated by Jawas and emotionally flagellating himself by fixating on a ten-year-old boy that he can't even talk to.

He had to be asking himself -- what the hell am I even doing here. I told Bail I couldn't do this. I told him!

And then there's Darth Vader. He starts out killing innocents because that will make Obi-Wan come to him. Only it doesn't. What the hell is that? Then he draws his light saber and Obi-Wan runs. What the hell is this? He tried to provoke his old master with bullshit "I am what you made me" and "You should have killed me when you had the chance" and Obi-Wan doesn't lecture him about the Force. He doesn't say a single word! And then when they fight, he does it one-handed, and every ounce of Hayden Christensen's body language screams disappointment. What the hell is this?

Anakin Skywalker didn't spend ten years in the Imperial Brooding Chamber in his Castle Commemorating His Defeat on his Impressive Stone Throne of Angst, plotting his revenge like the Pettiest Most Dramatic Bitch in the Galaxy, for nothing.

This was supposed to be his Validation, and he ends up fighting a terrified hobo in a strip mine.

So, of course, he stops burning him. This isn't what he wanted at all. He lets Ben go, because maybe if he does so, the Force will stop yanking his chain and give him the round two he always wanted.

And the best part? It will. Deborah Chow has slowly, meticulously showed the re-emergence of General Kenobi, the best of the Jedi, poking through ten years of loneliness and mourning. It will come back, it will come out, but Darth Vader might not like the result.

Why?

"The Jedi Code is like an itch. He cannot help it!"

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harshii2330 · 5 months

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The Boy Who Runs With The Wolves !!!!

Dear Mieczyslaw Stilinski,(I still don’t know how to pronounce your name!) The Human, The Jeep Lover, The Sarcastic One, The Brother, The Lover, The Friend, The Trouble, The Robin(sometimes!), The Solver…

Thank you for staying human. Being human. It felt extraordinary to be a part of your journey from a spooky teenager to a wonderful man. I knew you were the sarcastic one when you said you found a body and Scott asked, “A dead body?”. And you replied, “No! A body of water! Of course a dead body, you dumb-ass!”. Or when you defined, “Lying!”. You were right to yell at Scott! Yes, you are 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones and sarcasm is your only defense. And yes, I am familiar with the term. But I do know this too. It was a shade, a curtain. To hide your fears. Your mother, wasn’t your fault, Stiles. You loved her and she knows that. And your father, he loves you too, even though you are a trouble. That’s what fathers do! They love you, unconditionally. Its kind of their thing! And we keep troubling them. You’re not alone in that! ;)

Okay! I agree that you were brave and a little stupid, to go into the woods in the middle of the night dragging your greatest friend in the world, to trouble. The night that changed your life, his too. But you figured it out. You always figure it out. You helped him. Stood by him. Without you, he’d be dead by now!(May be!)Okay! I agree that you were brave and a little stupid, to go into the woods in the middle of the night dragging your greatest friend in the world, to trouble. The night that changed your life, his too. But you figured it out. You always figure it out. You helped him. Stood by him. Without you, he’d be dead by now!(May be!)

You were a great friend, Stiles. You were ready to die for them a thousand times. I know you loved Scott like a brother. No! He was your brother. The parabatai. You guys weren’t no-one. And the pain must’ve killed you when he said he wanted to kill himself. But as always, you were there for him. You brought him back.

But then when you became the Nogitsune, you hurt him. It must’ve hurt you to hurt him right? I saw your tears when you stabbed him. The tears of a boy who was trapped inside his own body, while hurting his brother. But you are part of the pack. How can the pack not answer when the Alpha calls?

You taught me its okay to be not okay. But find happiness anyway. And it broke your heart when Scott didn’t trust you. But you taught me not all of us are true alphas. And that we make mistakes and learn from them. That we lose hope sometimes. And we’re not perfect. Some of us are human. Just human. And we’ll have to learn to live with our mistakes. And that we can make up-to it. If we try. And you did.

Oh! and Lydia! You were meant for each other. I remember you saying you’d go out of your frigging mind if something happened to her. You would, Stiles. You’d never be the same. ’Cause you love her. You always loved her. Even when she didn’t love herself. Even when you knew she was 60% evil!

You told her to remember you loved her, and guess what? She did. She was the only one who did. She loved you and you knew. She never even had to say it back. Your love was such. You get hurt and she feels the pain. You would’ve gone to hell for her, but she would’ve stayed to burn with you. It was the purest form of romantic love. Your love brought you back. Always REMEMBER that. And when you kissed, she felt the sunshine coursing through her veins. It was the moment when it all changed. You were the truth of her life and she knew it. And your 15-year plan is still in motion. God! I could write pages about your love and even they wouldn’t suffice!

I know somewhere deep down you feel that Allison was your fault, don’t be. She died saving you, her friends. That was heroic and brave and human and whatnot. And we will remember her, won’t we? ’Cause the pack remembers. Wanna make her proud? Live what she lived for. “Protect those who cannot protect themselves.” I know you’ll do that.

To be a human that runs with the wolves, you have to be the best. And you are The Best. So go out there! Keep being “sarcastic.” Grow smart. Be confident. Be spooky. Solve puzzles. Save Beacon Hills. Oh! and by the way, learn to hold a gun for cripes sake! They need you. All of you. More than you know.

“The strength of the wolf is the pack and the strength of the pack is the wolf…” Yup! I referenced Mowgli! Can’t blame me!(learned that from ya!(Inappropriate lines at inappropriate places!))

PS: No one gets left behind. That is always the plan.

Love, A fellow human.

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hpnewgen · 2 years

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Let’s kick things off with a little headcanon I have about Albus.

“People call Albus the British Stiles Stilinski because of his love for flannel and sarcastic personality.”

For context, Stiles Stilinski is a character in Teen Wolf who wears flannel and claims that “sarcasm is (his) only defense”.

Man, Imma have a lot of fun with this blog.😂

#harry potter next gen headcanon #harry potter headcanon #harry potter next gen #harry potter next generation #harry potter

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whatohitsonfirewelp · 2 years

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If you love Stiles and hate Scott please don’t interact with me

#no because that’s literally his person????#they are BEST best friends #also babes the potential with them #the adorable soft hearted hero cinnamon roll who carries too much weight on his shoulders #but won’t ever mention it #and the darkly sarcastic anti hero who is Tired and is only there for the people he cares about #(aka Scott)#and makes sure everyone is aware of it #they both have a boat loads of trauma #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND I LOVE THEM #whatoh back at it again #no but literally #the relationship they have is like the truest hero of all hero’s who’s just so GOOD and who’s helping an old lady cross the streeet #and then there’s the anti hero who’s cracking up at some kid who dropped their ice cream but feels bad enough to get them another #i love them your honor #scott mccall defense squad #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #no really though these two are a package deal #teen wolf #ALSO SCOTT BEING MEXICAN LIKE ME HELL YEAH #baby me and my dreams of being a werewolf would have adored him

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geany0509-blog · 6 years

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sarcasm is my only defense

-Stiles

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your-average-goblin · 2 years

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Confessions Over the Biology Project 🧪

Stiles Stilinski x GN! Reader

Genre: FLUFF (like, all caps)

Warnings: swearing, as usual (what can I say? I'm a well mannered young asshole), reader makes fun of Stiles for being gay, coming out scene from reader to Stiles

Disclaimer: we can all agree that Stiles is some flavor of gay, right? Like, as a bisexual disaster I can recognize a bisexual disaster when I see one

Tropes: nerd x bully, enemies to friends

Summary: you and Stilinski were paired together by your teacher to work on a project, you didn't think it would turn into a confession session

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"Hey, Bilinski. Come in." you told the nerd who stood in your doorway.

Stiles walked in, not even saying hello. "Can we get this over with?"

"Aw! I'm happy to see you too!" you said in mock happiness.

"Haha. Very funny, smart-ass. Listen, I already wrote down everything we have to talk about."

"Mm, this teamwork hits different." you told him, sarcastically.

Stiles rolled his eyes and followed you to your kitchen where the both of you sat down at the table.

"Look, if you want to I can do it all by myself and you can just sign your name on the poster at the end."

You were hurt, to be honest. You actually wanted to put in effort. Sure, you weren't the brightest in your class, but that didn't mean you didn't put in any work.

"Bilinski. I am deeply offended." you said and got up from your table, going to your living room and returning with a big sheet of bright green cardboard paper, a bunch of pictures you printed, colored pens and markers. "Just because my IQ is lower than your majesty's that doesn't mean I'm lazy."

Stiles looked at your materials and flicked through the pictures. "Wow, you actually know what the project is about."

"'Course I know, dickhead, who do you think I am?"

"I just never thought you paid attention!" he said, defensively.

"That's probably because you're too busy looking at your lil girlfriend to pay attention to anything else." you said, smirking.

"Oh, shut up." Stiles said, turning red.

"No need to get shy now, Miles, everyone knows you've got a crush on Lydia."

"You'll never call me by my actual name, will you?" he asked, annoyed.

"Nope." you responded with a big smile, "Now, what's the first thing on your gay agenda, captain sparkles?"

"Do you get your insults from Disney channel oor?" Stiles asked.

"Nickelodeon actually, but that was an educated guess, I'm proud of you. Y'know, Bilinski, you've always been my favorite power bottom."

"Okay, got it! I'm gay! Hilarious..." Stiles said, raising his voice, he looked more than annoyed then, he looked hurt.

That wasn't ever your intention. Stiles was fun to annoy, sure, but just because he looked cute when he was angry. You never wanted to genuinely hurt him, ever.

"Hey, dude, I didn't mean it like that-" you tried to explain, but got cut off.

"Let's just start this stupid project." he said, fetching his notebook out of his backpack.

"Stiles." you said, and that was enough to grab his attention, "Look, I'm sorry. For real, I am sorry that I upset you. I shouldn't have said those things, okay? I'm sorry." you told him.

Stiles looked shocked to say the least. "Okay. It's okay. I-it doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does! Listen, I make fun of you a lot, but it's never because I wanna hurt you or to make you feel bad. I see that my words do hurt you sometimes, so I'm sorry."

"It's not that all your insults hurt me. It's just that a bunch of people have been giving me a hard time b-because, because of... well, y'know."

"I'll beat the shit outta them." you said, bluntly.

Stiles chuckled, "Maybe don't?"

"Yes, I fuckin' will! Only I can pick on you, okay? Everyone else? Unacceptable. They can find their own nerds, this ones reserved for my Nickelodeon insults."

You both laughed.

"And hey, umm..." you said, unsure of what you wanted to say. Well, you knew what you wanted to say, you just didn't know how. It was as if you couldn't push your words past your lips.

"Yes?" Stiles said, expectantly.

Well, you were in deep shit now, might as well, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm gay too."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, well, actually, I'm queer. I haven't found a more suitable label than that. I don't know, maybe I'm bi? Or pan, like you? I just know I'm attracted to people regardless of gender." you said, looking down, a bit embarrassed, "I haven't told anyone yet, you're the first one to know."

"Why tell me of all people?" Stiles asked, curiosity clear on his face.

"Well, because I wanted you to know you're not alone." you said, then decided to add, "And because you're kinda... my only friend."

An uncomfortable silence settled between you too, you were embarrassed, maybe you shouldn't have said that.

"Sorry, that was pathetic, umm... let's just get to the project?"

"No! No, it wasn't, I just, I didn't think you'd see me as your friend. I thought you just liked messing with me."

"I'm sorry that I made you feel like that. I just thought... I didn't see that my teasing could pass off as more than teasing. I didn't mean to be a big bad bully or something, I just, that's how I..." you trailed off, what if what you were about to say was too much?

"How you what?" Stiles asked.

"How I... how I show my affection. Okay? That's just how I do it."

Silence fell between you two once again, but this time, he broke it.

"Y'know, you could try a hug instead?"

You looked at him and snorted, "That does seem more efficient, I'll give you that one, Bilinski." you said.

Both of you laughed. "Okay, let's get to that project. No more sappy bullshit for the day, and don't think that just because I was vulnerable once I'm going soft on ya, alright, shit head."

"There you are!" Stiles said, a smile on his face.

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"Well, that was painful." you said stretching, pleased that the project was finally done.

"Oh, c'mon, it wasn't that bad." he said.

"Speak for yourself, fuck-face, you actually understand biology, unlike the majority of the class, myself included."

"Well, it's not that hard once you actually get the hang of it." he blabbered, "You just have to study more."

"Y'sound like my mom. And for your information, I do study. Well, I try to anyway. But nothing sticks, okay? Me small brain monkey person." you said, getting up and grabbing you and Stiles a Coke each from the fridge.

"Like, you can't concentrate or you just don't understand what you're reading?" he asked.

"I just think I don't know how to study. I tried rewriting my notes, repeating it out loud over and over, flashcards, but none of it works."

"We can study together if you want?" he offered.

You were really surprised, you'd think he wouldn't wanna spend his time with the person who's been terrorizing him. "Wait, for real? You'd wanna teach me?" you asked.

"Sure. Look, I don't hate you, it's just that you're annoying most of the time." he shrugged, smiling a bit.

"Could say the same for you." you said, returning his smile

Stiles took a sip of his Coke, then checked the clock on his phone. "Shit." he said, "It's 9:30. I should've been home half an hour ago. Gotta bounce."

"Oh, okay." you said.

You followed Stiles to the door and opened it for him, all while talking about the project and how you're gonna bring it so that Stiles doesn't have to carry it.

"Well, guess I'll see you at school."

"Y'know you said my name earlier?" he said, out of the blue.

"No, I haven't."

"Yes, you definitely have, you went: 'Stiles! I am so sorry I hurt you! Oh, Mr. Stiles! I'm deeply sorry I made you feel bad!'" he said, mocking your voice, while batting his eyelashes.

"Oh, fuck off, dickwad. I definitely didn't say your name, and I don't talk like that." you said, punching him in the arm.

"Ow! Yo! Again, people usually go for hugs, maybe a pat on the back?"

"But that's no fun, is it, Bilinski? Now go home, your dad's gonna whoop your ass if you aren't in bed and snoring when he gets home."

"Okay, I'll go. Don't forget the project. If you leave it at home I'll come here and shove the whole thing up your ass."

"Mm, kinky. At least ask me to dinner first!"

"Okay, I'm out." Stiles said.

"Bye, nerd." you told him.

"Don't miss me too much." he responded.

You closed the door and for some reason felt dizzy, lightheaded, and warm all over. You looked into the mirror of your hallway and saw that your face was red.

You didn't know what was happening, but you knew one thing, Stiles Stilinski was growing on you, and you hated every second of it.

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Mind over matter | Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: When half of a bodies found by some joggers the night before the first day of the school, Stiles Stilinski (ever the trouble maker) decides to rope his best friend and secret girlfriend into coming to search for the other half with him. But when they get caught in the woods by the Sheriff and two out of the three have to head home, it ends in serious consequences for Scott McCall. Being bitten by a mysterious animal might just ruin his only shot at a normal high school experience with a girl he really likes.

Word count - 7140

Warnings - mentions of a dead body, mentions of underage drinking, probably language

Based on: season one, episode one

.♡ ⋆｡˚ Mind over matter, Young the Giant ♡ ⋆｡˚

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“Stiles, it’s Scott, and it’s the night before the first day of school. He’s going to say no.” The boy rolled his eyes, refusing to listen to your logic as he drove the two of you to said friend’s home. Usually the boy would be down to get involved in any of the trouble Stiles got up to, he was shockingly good at convincing people to do things, but it’d never gone as far as literally taking you to see a dead body. So you had a strong inkling he’d reject your boyfriend’s offer.

“He’s not going to say no, have some faith in him.” You huffed, shutting up with your protests as the jeep turned onto Scott’s road. You partly wanted him to say no for selfish reasons too, if he said no then Stiles might be discouraged enough to head home, and then you wouldn’t have to spend your night looking for a literal dead person. He hadn’t exactly told you the plan of how he was going to sneak in and out of the McCall home without alarming Melissa. You were a hundred percent sure she of all people wouldn’t approve of the two of you stealing her son away in the dead of night to go and secretly join the police on a hunt for a body that’d been torn in half.

As the two of you approached the house you noticed all the lights were off except for Scott’s bedroom, prompting you to ask the question of what the hell Stiles planned on doing. “I’m gonna climb into his room, obviously.”

You blinked a few times before shaking your head, muttering a sarcastic, ‘why didn’t I think of that?’ but he was already gone. You stayed waiting for him beside some bushes on the McCalls’ lawn, rocking on the balls of your feet impatiently. Your fear was someone would see you lingering and grow concerned about your intentions. You didn’t want to get in trouble before you even did anything wrong.

You weren’t sure how long had passed when you heard a door open, but that likely meant someone was coming out of the house, and if it was Stiles then he’d very much been caught by Mrs McCall and his dad was probably on the way and-- Oh, it was Scott.

You were surprised he hadn’t seen you when he walked out of his front door, you were standing right there and maybe if he had he wouldn’t have given himself such a heart attack and nearly hit your boyfriend with a baseball bat when he dropped into his line of vision. If only you’d had enough time to warn him. The two simultaneously yelled in fear, creating an amusing sight for you to watch.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing!” he yelled. You couldn’t help the loud laugh you let out at the dramatics of the two teenage boys, shocked they hadn’t woken up half the neighbourhood with their high pitched screams of terror.

The boy in question jumped to his own defense. “You weren’t answering your pho- Why do you have a bat?” It was only when he finally allowed his adrenaline to diffuse did Scott notice you standing just a few feet away, amused grin on your lips as you watched the sight in front of you unfold. “Did you get dragged into this too?” he asked. He knew for a fact you wouldn’t have been the one to initiate this. All he received was a nod from you that he accepted before getting right back to why Stiles was trying to scare him half to death at such a late hour on a school night.

What followed was a terrible explanation about the body the police department had found in the woods, dead body in two halves to be specific because apparently the brunette hearing the story didn't grasp that at first. There was much excited rambling from the younger boy that probably shouldn’t have been as excited as it was. This was dangerous and very very stupid, and maybe Scott refusing the offer would knock the sense into Stiles that he was currently lacking. Maybe then you could go home and to bed too, just like you’d planned before you’d been dragged out of your home with the promise of many many kisses from your lover.

You didn’t how it had happened but he’d somehow successfully roped Scott into getting into his car, prompting a groan from you. To shut you up Stiles sneaked a quick kiss to your lips when your friend wasn’t looking. “One of many if you’re still up to coming with us.”

As always he made you swoon, knowing you were unable to resist. “They better be good.” He flashed you a quick wink before you climbed into the front seat of his car. “You know they’re gonna be nothing but.”

It was a short journey to the forest, as it was to most places in Beacon Hills, what with it being such a small town, so you were quickly climbing back out of the blue jeep before you’d even taken the chance to get comfortable in it for the ride to your destination.

Upon arriving at the scene you were glad you’d put on one of Stiles hoodies, considering what felt like a major drop in temperature out in that area. It was enough to pull a shiver from your body, distracting you as you were guided in a random direction, past a bunch of trees that honestly just all looked the same.

There was talk about lacrosse as Stiles led the three of you through the woods with his flashlight in hand. You were in between the two of them, not participating in conversation for the most part as you just focused on keeping yourself warm in the chilly night air. When the chatter shifted from that of lacrosse to the matter at hand you finally started to pay attention again, faintly noticing the sound of Scott’s wheezing. You paused in your steps, turning around to look at the McCall boy with a warm smile.

“Inhaler,” you simply stated, reminding him that if he was struggling to breathe like you could tell he was, he should take a hit of the inhaler to make it go away. He thanked you quietly, leaning against a tree for a moment as he took a second to rest. You stayed with him, pushing wherever your boyfriend was wandering off to, to the back of your mind. “Feel better?” you checked, getting a nod in response and then the two of you were off once again.

Only minutes later did you hear the tell-tale sounds of a group of people not too far away, and considering you were searching for a crime scene that wasn’t public knowledge as of now, you could only assume it was the Sheriff’s department, and that wasn’t good for any of you.

“Stiles!” you scolded, watching him take off running almost instantly after he saw the flashlights. At this rate he was going to get you all in trouble. You and Scott shared a look, the unathletic part of you and the asthmatic part of him begging you both not to start running right now, but if you were going to successfully keep the third member of your trio out of bother, then you unfortunately were going to have to. “Wait up! Stiles!” he called.

You were rather behind the boy as he kept running, watching the way he ran right after the lights, probably the worst idea he could’ve had if he didn’t want his dad to catch him. Why would any sane person run towards the danger?

A yell of his name from you was what finally made him stop in his place, apparently at the worst time though as when he turned back to the direction he was going he was met with one of the many police dogs barking at him. It startled him enough to knock him off his feet, a gasp of fear slipping past his mouth as one of the deputies yelled at him to stay where he was.

You and Scott took the opportunity to hide yourselves behind separate trees, hopefully enough to keep you out of sight once Sheriff Stilinski inevitably showed up. It didn’t take as long as you predicted for that to happen, and you had to stifle your giggle at the small curse Stiles made when he saw his dad approaching.

“Hang on, hang on,” you heard Noah’s voice. At least a little relieved Stiles didn’t get himself bitten by the dog. “This little delinquent belongs to me.”

Stiles, ever his sarcastic self, only dug himself deeper into a pit as the conversation with his dad continued on, it was the same old with them as Noah was used to this kind of behaviour from him, but your ears definitely perked up when you heard a call of your name.

“Now where’s your usual partners in crime?” he questioned. The younger Stilinski pretended not to know what he was talking about, furrowing his eyebrows from dramatic effect. “Scott? Y/N?”

You winced, looking over to see Scott already looking at you, shaking his head as if he already knew what you were going to do. Now obviously your boyfriend was used to getting into trouble, so at this point taking the fall for stuff the three of you actively participated in didn’t actually bother you. But maybe if Noah knew you were there too, he’d go easier on the boy.

He was trying to convince his dad this was a him thing, that he was all alone in the woods. But having been through this many times, Noah didn’t believe him for a second.

He raised his flashlight towards where the two of you were hidden, calling your names again in what he thought would be a futile attempt to get you to own up to falling for Stiles’ puppy dog eyes and empty promises again.

“Y/N? Scott?” he tried again. Only this time you sighed, stepping out from behind the tree sheepishly. Stiles didn’t even need to hear your voice to know you were there, hearing the crunching of leaves underneath your feet and seeing the way his dad’s expression shifted into one of no surprise. He flashed you both a tight lipped smile as you approached Stiles, standing shoulder to shoulder and pathetically trying to diffuse any tension with a small wave.

“Hi Noah, how you doing?”

He chuckled. “I’m gonna walk the two of you back to Stiles’ car. And then Stiles when I get home, you and I are gonna have a talk.”

The walk in question was horribly awkward. There was a tension surrounding the three of you where Noah didn’t really know what to do. He simply reminded Stiles he had to stop doing this stuff and most of all stop dragging you into it along with him, although even now after being married for as long as he was, he understood the power of teenage love and concluded that it was probably that behind why you’d keep following his idiot son into these kinds of situations.

He only left once he saw you both settled in your respective seats, heading back into the woods to continue the reason he was here.

“Well that did not go to plan,” he muttered, starting the engine of his car. You simply shook your head, pursing your lips nervously as you remembered who you’d left back there. “I just hope Scotts okay.”

»»——⍟——««

“Good Morning boys,” you greeted sweetly upon entering your first class of the day, which was English so you weren’t really that interested, sending a smile in their direction as you took a seat at the desk in front of Stiles and to the left of Scott. Your boyfriend greeted you like he hadn’t already seen you that morning. In fact he’d already spent ten very short minutes with his lips on yours against his car while he waited for Scott to get to school. You’d had to leave before his arrival though, something about your locker, but the brunette boy was still too love-drunk from your kiss to register what it was you actually said. So this actually was your first time seeing only Scott since last night.

“Did you get home safe last night?” you questioned, missing the look he shot to his friend behind you as you got your notebook and equipment out. He debated on lying to you, but if it ended up being more serious than it was now then he didn’t want to be caught in a lie that would leave you mad at him. Apparently he was taking too long to respond, because Stiles leaned forward as close as he could and answered for him. “He thinks he got bit by a wolf.”

“You what?” You were quickly shushed by the brunette boy towards your side, hearing him ramble on about you being too loud and everyone hearing you. You just rolled your eyes, repeating yourself so he’d explain what the hell Stiles was talking about.

“What Stiles said,” he simply stated. Your brows furrowed, pointing out what you thought would’ve been obvious. “There are no wolves in California.”

Your boyfriend cheered, drawing both pairs of eyes over to him. He slightly deflated when he saw the expressions on your faces, but said what he was going to anyway, when did Stiles Stilinski ever not say what he was thinking. “That’s what I said.”

Your lips curved into a small smile at him, god he was cute, turning back to Scott to ask the question you probably should’ve asked before any other. “But are you okay?” you questioned. “Did you get your mom to check it out for you?”

He nodded, explaining that he’d had to come up with some quick on the spot excuse about where he’d been in the middle of night to get bitten by some animal. Of course he didn’t tell her the whole truth, especially not about his two best friends and the dead body, but he had to tell her all she needed to know to make sure he was okay and that she could relax as a mom.

He appreciated your concern, it was the complete opposite of your other friend’s reaction but he suspected no less. “Good. I’m glad you aren’t turning into some kind of like, werewolf or something.”

When the class officially began the first thing that was brought up was the dead body that’d been found in the woods, your teacher making it blatantly clear that it was not to be discussed in this room as you had more important things to focus on apparently.

It was only a few minutes later when out of your peripheral you saw Scott wince, watching as his head whipped in the direction of the door, only to shift straight back around to look behind him, then to the window. You noticed his odd behaviour and frowned, leaning over your desk to lightly place your hand on his arm.

“You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah fine.” You were slightly unconvinced, turning to look at Stiles but he apparently hadn’t noticed anything wrong, too busy drawing in his notebook to care, so you just sighed and sat back like you had been. Scott was already watching the door before it opened to reveal the new student, something you guessed was probably just a strange coincidence. At least until she took the free seat behind your friend, to the side of Stiles, and he instantly offered her a pen that she took with a thank you after she’d been rummaging through her purse for one.

He was acting weirdly for the rest of the class, only you seeming to have picked up on the strange, un-Scott like behaviour, but maybe you were just overthinking it after your concern for him earlier. You were putting it down to the bite and your mind was jumping to all sorts of terrible conclusions that probably weren’t true. You tried to just push it to the back of your mind, relaxing in your seat to settle in for the long class ahead of you.

Strangely enough after the bell rang to signal the end of the period, your friend practically sprinted from the classroom, you and your love sharing a confused look as you took your time to pack away your stuff.

“Does he seem off to you?” you asked him quietly, the two of you walking side by side a rather large distance behind Scott, the boy already having made his way to his locker, eyes fixated on the opposite side of the hallway on the mystery brunette girl from earlier. Stiles nodded, mumbling a ‘definitely’ as you both finally stopped beside him, his gaze never even flickering over to you both.

You followed where he was looking, scoffing quietly at the sight of Lydia Martin pouncing on the poor girl already. It hadn’t even been a day and she was already enticing her into her cult she called a friendship group. The moment only getting better when Jackson appeared seconds later, practically shoving his tongue down the strawberry blonde’s throat in a stomach churning display of public affection.

“How has Lydia already snatched her up, it’s been like five minutes?” you thought aloud, turning to look at your friends after you worried that the three might catch your gaze and wonder why you were staring. Stiles shrugged, replying with the first thing that came to mind, which he probably should’ve thought through more. “Because she’s hot,” he blurted out. “Beautiful people herd together.”

You didn’t even have to verbally scold him, he just noticed the angry look on your features directed at him and then rethought what he’d just said. You watched as his eyes widened and he laughed nervously, trying to backtrack what would most likely only dig him deeper into a hole. Thankfully Scott was too busy being a creep and staring at the new girl to bother listening to yours and Stiles’ petty bickering. He was hearing something about a party in a couple of days time, but he had no idea why he could suddenly hear so clearly over such a large distance, just like what had happened with him this morning, this really isn't normal.

“You know what Stiles, just forget it.” It wasn’t really that serious that the two of you had to start your first couples fight over it, finding it easier to just let it slide, especially considering he was notoriously known for saying dumb things without thinking them through first. He whispered something about making it up to you later, although he was still in the process of paying you your kisses he promised before taking you into the woods.

There was a beat of silence before you spoke up again, this time both males paying attention to you as Scott had finally stopped eavesdropping on Jackson and Lydia’s initiation of the new girl into their group. “Don’t you two have lacrosse practice..?”

»»——⍟——««

Usually you would’ve joined the pair at their practice, even though they were always only benchwarmers, you still went along for moral support. Except today you really had to head home, with the promise you’d meet up with Stiles later that night considering Scott was at work. He pouted when you first told him, but accepted it once you sneakily pecked his lips outside the locker room, shooing him off so he didn’t get yelled at by Coach for being late to yet another practice; not that Coach even knew who he was really, he just saw Stiles as the annoying kid in his econ class that always caused him problems.

But later that night just as promised, you headed over to his house with butterflies already swarming in your stomach. You hoped that feeling of excitement you felt at the thought of him never went away, it was something you actually enjoyed, and although your relationship was still new you were rather confident that it was going to be a strong one.

It was like the brunette knew your knock without even having to see it was you. He was quick to get to the door before his dad did, throwing it open with a wide grin on his face that only grew at the sight of your beautiful face.

“There she is,” Stiles announced as he pulled open the front door. He didn’t even give you time to process he was now standing in front of you before he was gripping your hand and pulling you into a kiss. You were really glad you’d already told his dad about the two of you before the end of summer, because you really wouldn’t have wanted to explain this kiss when he walked out of the kitchen to find the two of you in a heated lip lock. “Do you have to do that right in the doorway?” he complained, scrunching his face in disgust. You watched as Stiles’ cheeks heated up adorably, a giggle slipping past your lips as you looked past the embarrassed boy to his dad.

“Hi, Noah.”

He flashed you a tight lipped smile, greeting you awkwardly as he waved the both of you further in the house so you weren’t blocking his only exit. You watched as he grabbed his stuff, assuming he had a shift at the station and realising now why Stiles had insisted you head over to his place rather than the other way around.

“I’m heading to work, won’t be back until late. Please, for the love of God, don’t get into any trouble,” he begged, shooting his son a look that told him he meant it before he left the house.

Stiles sarcastically muttered to you once the door was closed. “He has no faith in me.”

You hummed, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers lacing with yours. “I wonder why.”

He led the two of you upstairs to his room, a wide smirk on his face as he kissed you again. Taking advantage of the fact that his dad wasn’t here, he over dramatically closed his door behind him, pulling a laugh from you that had you shaking your head at him. He was actively defying Noah’s open door rule, and he looked pretty proud of it. “He’d be pissed if he knew.”

“But he won’t know,” he mumbled, placing his lips back on yours. The two of you got lost in each other, his hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you into his lap.

For a moment it was complete bliss, just the two of you enjoying your newly found relationship without a care in the world. You forgot about whatever weird thing was going on with Scott and just tried to have a little fun.

At least until Stiles suddenly sighed, pulling back from your lips for a second to gaze into your eyes. He looked at you so sweetly that you almost forgot he wanted to tell you something, finding yourself once again completely infatuated with everything about him.

“Y/N,” he called, watching as your eyes came back into focus as you registered the sound of his sweet voice saying your name. He ignored the flutter in his chest at the way you were looking at him. “What’s up?”

“I think we should tell Scott. About us.”

You seemed surprised that that was what he had to say, but you didn’t protest. You had no issue with telling Scott, as long as he wasn’t going to be all weird with the two of you, but the question was how were you going to tell him, and more importantly when.If he suddenly had some kind of disease from the mysterious bite, it wasn’t exactly appropriate to drop it on him that his two best friends were dating and had been since pretty much the start of summer. You didn’t want him to be angry that you’d kept it from him, but you at least wanted to tell him at the right time and in the right way.

“Do you know what’s going on with him?” you asked, hoping he’d talked more about this so-called wolf bite to him. You wanted more information because you were concerned for your friend, but at the same time you were really curious too. He wasn’t telling you anything.

“H-He was telling me that he could hear and smell stuff that he hadn’t before, I don’t know what that means but-“ He suddenly stopped talking, cursing under his breath. “Stiles.” He didn’t respond. His hands were frantically rummaging through his desk for something, meaningless murmurs slipping from his lips as he desperately tried to find what he was looking for. “I know it’s here,” he said.

Joining him to help look probably wouldn’t have done much good even if intended to, hence why you stayed glued to your seat on his bed as he hunted down whatever it was.

“Aha!” he announced, holding up a few sheets of creased paper with something printed on them. You cocked your head, following his figure with your eyes as he pulled his desk chair up to sit in front of you. The two of you eye height so he could tell you his theory with the utmost sincerity.

“What you said this morning, the joke about him being bitten by a werewolf,” you nodded, waiting for him to continue. “What if it’s not a joke?”

If you were anyone else you probably would’ve told him he was insane, but you were used to him and his crazy ideas so to you this was a pretty average Stiles idea.

“Then we really need to tell him, before he does something bad.”

»»——⍟——««

Hours of researching had gone into this whole ordeal. Between school and other things you had finally built up enough information to justify your claims by that Friday, unfortunately the day Scott was meant to be taking Allison to the party. You’d called him right after school and asked that he come over to the Stilinski household urgently, and you had no idea what was taking him so long but it did let you prepare what exactly you were going to tell him when he arrived.

There was a large chance it was far-fetched and he wouldn’t even take you seriously, but for the sake of all those that could be in danger if it was true, you had to try.

The second there was a knock at the boy’s door, Stiles was leaping out of his seat to pull it open, not even greeting Scott before he started talking way too fast for anyone to keep up. But thankfully the most important part of his little speech was the most intelligible.

“Remember Y/N’s joke from the other day?” he started, waving around the papers in his hands. “Not a joke anymore.”

Scott didn’t look like he knew what he was talking about, obviously forgetting about your little comment after the really good day he’d had today. “The wolf, the bite in the woods,” he clarified. He delved into a rant about some of the stuff his best friend had told him, you watching them both closely from the side. Scott was growing more defeated as the conversation continued on.

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked. The other boy sighed, sending you a pleading look. Maybe if he wouldn’t listen to the boy he’d listen to you, you were notoriously more reasonable than your boyfriend. “No, werewolves.”

The whole thing sounded dumb now that you’d said it out loud, werewolves weren’t real as far as you knew, but there was just so much evidence that it couldn’t be a coincidence. The brunette’s face scrunched into an expression of annoyance.

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

“I saw you on the field today Scott. W-What you did wasn’t just amazing, it was impossible.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took a step towards the door, intending on heading out if all he was going to get was mocked. “So I made a good shot.”

The younger boy groaned, taking his bag from his hands and tossing it beside you on the bed. “No, you made an incredible shot.”

He started listing off the things that should’ve been impossible for him to do. Hell Scott even successfully getting through a whole game of lacrosse should’ve been impossible considering his asthma. Actually, thinking about it, you hadn’t seen the boy use his inhaler since that night in the woods when he’d been on the verge of an asthma attack. Speaking of, Stiles had apparently noticed too, bringing it up as his final point. “A-And don’t even think I don’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore.”

That’d been the final straw for Scott though. “Okay! Dude, I can’t think about this now,” he said, running a hand through his hair as he grew increasingly frustrated. When you’d made the joke about him being bitten by a werewolf he didn’t think he was going to have to spend the next week being teased about it. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he concluded.

“Tomorrow?” you questioned, shooting Stiles a look to remind him this couldn’t wait. You were going to need his help to convince Scott. “But the full moon’s tonight.”

He apparently only just remembered you were there, looking between you both. It was hard for him not to feel extremely ganged up on right about now, and he really didn’t like it. Another reason he got so defensive.

“Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?” His words felt like they were meant to hurt Stiles, he said them viciously in hopes the both of you would leave him alone and just let him enjoy this victory, regardless of how weird these events were. The Allison part you were sure had nothing to do with the werewolf part however.

He weakly tried to respond. “I’m just trying to help.”

You spoke up in support of your boyfriend, hoping the third member of your trio would take this more seriously if it was two against one. It wasn’t an attack, it was just a display of concern. Stiles continued to give him the facts, telling him about how the full moon would affect him if you were right. All about his bloodlust and how a raised pulse could be seriously dangerous, especially with the way Allison raises his pulse.

“You have to cancel this date,” you said. You shifted your hands over to where his bag was on the bed beside you, sifting through for his phone. “I’m gonna call her right now.”

He snapped seeing his phone in your hand knowing what you intended to do with it. He was going on this date whether you liked it or not. “What are you doing?”

“I’m cancelling the date,” you stated obviously. You ignored how he was trying to grab the device from your hands, taking a few steps away from him in the hopes he couldn’t get it. “No, give it to me!“

A sudden flash of rage blinded him, the man’s hands forcefully pressing you into the wall, a whimper of pain sounding from the back of your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut as his hand raised into a fist, your heart racing.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled, the boy prepared to drag his best friend off of you if he needed to. Hearing his name being called had apparently snapped him back to reality, looking at you once before he tossed Stiles’ desk chair halfway across the room. He apologised pathetically before grabbing his bag and running out of the room without another word.

You were very much still frozen in place, biting back the tears that threatened to fall. You took a minute to compose yourself, which didn’t matter as the second you felt your lover’s arms encircling your body you were a complete goner.

It took a few seconds for you to snake your arms around his neck, holding him close as you let the tears fall onto his shoulder. One of his large hands rubbed your back soothingly, his lips pressing against your temple before they muttered some sweet words in your ear to try and make you feel better. Scott had never acted like that towards you before. You’d had your fair share of arguments over the years but they’d never gotten physical.

At some point you’d apparently let your eyes fall closed, not that you realised. But when you opened them again you were met with the sight of Stiles’ desk chair laid on its side on the floor, but more importantly the claw-like scratches through the leather.

Tapping his arm to catch his attention seemed to do the job, the boy letting his eyes flicker over your face to make sure you were okay— although the drying tears should’ve been a dead giveaway, but he noticed your gaze fixed behind him. “Look,” you whispered.

His eyes widened, his voice stuttering to come up with something to say, a very un-Stiles like characteristic. “We have to go to that party.”

»»——⍟——««

You firmly believed that it would’ve been better for Stiles to come to the party alone in search of his best friend. Parties really weren’t your thing, you were very much more of a stay at home and watch a movie kind of person, and usually Scott and Stiles would join you in that.

It was a pain trying to get you out of the jeep. You knew you were doing this for the sake of your friend and his potential girlfriend, but you wished it could’ve been under better circumstances.

But with a few kisses and the promise he’d be by your side the whole time, you were begrudgingly following the brunette inside the house, fingers intertwined so he didn’t lose you in the crowd of drunk teens. “I hate parties,” you whined.

“I know.” “Why couldn’t he have taken her to a movie or something, maybe a nice dinner?”

You received a look over Stiles’ shoulder that told you you really needed to stop complaining, earning him a huff as you sealed your lips stubbornly.

The place was overly busy, something that you hated even more than the awful music playing loudly through the speakers littered around the house. It was going to be difficult to find him, and if something went wrong there were way too many people that he could hurt. You had to find him as fast as possible.

“Can you see him?” you asked, eyes scoping the area looking for the familiar head of shaggy hair. He didn’t reply straight away, squinting his eyes as he tried to make out the figure stood out on the patio with his arms around someone. When he was sure it was who you were looking for, he pointed, guiding your gaze until you saw him too.

“So, now what?” “Now we wait, see if anything werewolf-y happens.”

You spent the majority of your time waiting with your body pressed against Stiles’ side, leaning against him with your eyes still fixated on the person you were here for. His arm was around your shoulders, red solo cup with some kind of beverage in it clutched in his hand. It didn’t smell like alcohol to you, which was good considering he drove you here, but you still weren’t sure what it was.

None of the people around you that were engaging in conversation with your boyfriend seemed to think this affection was out of the ordinary, apparently they’d grown used to how close you were with the two boys and just expected this was what you were like anyway.

That was fine by you considering you didn’t really feel like explaining yourself right now.

You were just enjoying the way he held you, on occasion whispering some funny comment into your ear to hear you laugh. Considering he knew you hated parties and you’d been dragged here anyway, he at least wanted to try and make it fun for you. Hopefully getting lost in him would help.

And it did, until you were pulled out of your lovesick bubble by the chatter of various people in the crowd about a certain Scott McCall.

The boy was stumbling through the crowd, sweat beading on his forehead and a rather sickly look taking over his face. His skin had paled and it left you wondering how much he’d had to drink. “Yo Scott, you okay?”

He ignored his friend, continuing to push his way through everyone until he reached the front door of the house, stumbling out into the fresh air with a gasp like he couldn’t breathe.

The two of you shared a look, silently insisting you had to go, right now. Your friend was clearly in danger. Allison was seen not even a moment later following the same route her date had, finding she was too late to check on him as he’d already climbed into his mom’s car and left.

You and Stiles stumbled out of the door around the same time, seeing Allison approached by an unknown man in a dark leather jacket.

“Derek..” Stiles muttered, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the pair interact, the older man leading the girl to his car. “You know him?” you asked. “Something like that.”

He didn’t waste another minute pondering, bringing your mind back to Scott’s state as he led you to where he’d parked his jeep when you arrived.

“Where would he have gone?” Stiles questioned, starting up the engine of the car. You rolled your eyes, staring at him like he was a complete idiot. “His house, dumbass!” Sometimes you really did hate how stupid he could be, especially in a moment like now where your best friend could very much be in danger of himself.

The ride there was filled with a panicked silence, fear and stress radiating off of both of you while you tried to mentally and physically prepare yourselves for what you may or may not witness in the McCall house when you get there.

Thankfully the front door was open, the two of you running up the stairs to get to your friend quicker. Stiles knocked on his closer door, earning a muffled ‘go away’ in response.

“Scott, it’s me!” He continued to rap his knuckles against the door, trying the doorknob multiple times only to come to the conclusion it was locked. His calls for his friend got more urgent until the door opened, insisting he could help if Scott would just let him in.

“No, listen. You gotta find Allison.”

You shook your head although he couldn’t see you. “She’s fine. She got a ride home from someone at the party.”

He didn’t listen, continuing to refuse your boyfriend’s help. Although right now Stiles probably knew more about Scott’s condition than he did, he’d read enough about it.

He cut off whatever Stiles was going to say. “It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the one who bit me. He’s the werewolf.”

The words hit you a few seconds after they’d been uttered, the two of you sharing a look when you both realised the same thing. You didn’t know the extent of what had happened with this Derek guy or why the two knew him, so you were the one to break the news without really knowing the weight of your words. “Scott, Derek’s the one who drove Allison home.”

Nothing else was said as the boy on the other side of the door slammed it shut, the two of you desperately trying to push it open again. The yells of his name and the banging on the door was no use though, it was clear he didn’t want to do anything but find Derek and hurt him, especially if he’d hurt Allison.

Neither of you knew where Scott had run off too, but instead of banging on his bedroom door when he clearly wasn’t there the two of you decided you should go and check on Allison, make sure she got home safe and this Derek guy didn’t do anything to hurt her.

If Scott and his urge to kill didn’t kill you tonight then you had a feeling Stiles’ manic driving would. Yes you were in a rush but he clearly wasn’t considering there was a large possibility of death when he was driving so carelessly at such a high speed.

You’d never been more relieved when he slowed to a stop outside the girl’s home, rushing out of the car with you still inside so he could bang on the door. He grew impatient quickly when it didn’t immediately open. You found him pressing the doorbell a few too many times in the short minute it took you to walk from his car up to him.

“I should probably talk,” you said, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket so he stopped pounding his fist against the wooden door. He was only going to hurt himself and probably seriously piss off Allison's parents if he didn’t stop. It was pulled open not even a second later, the two of you being sent a confused look from the woman standing in the doorway who you presumed was Allison’s mom.

“Mrs Argent,” you said. “Hi, we’re friends of Allisons.” You sent her a smile that was quickly cut short when Stiles started rambling. Nothing he was saying was even making sense, and you had no idea what he was going to tell her at this rate.

She cut him off when she got impatient, calling for her daughter to let her know she had visitors. The girl in question stepped out from what you were assuming was her room, her eyebrows drawing together at the sight of her date’s— the one that ditched her, best friends standing in her home.

“Oh, thank God,” you whispered. “We uh, we just wanted to make sure you got home okay. You know after Scott’s little disappearing act.”

She smiled sadly, nodding her head. “Sorry about that, by the way. We don’t know why he did that,” Stiles explained. You agreed with him.

“But as long as you're safe,” you said. “We should really get going.”

“Thanks for checking up on me.” She sent you a warm smile, one that felt like maybe the two of you could be friends if Scott stopped to explain to her what happened. Maybe him dating Allison could actually be a good thing. “Anytime.”

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 16

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It was 2006, one of the last seasons for Beacon Hills Girls lacrosse. The other girls on the team and I fought hard but it would be over by the time my senior year rolled around. We thought if we had made it to the state championships, we would save it. Here’s to hoping. As team captain, all eyes were on me to make the season great. We were lined up on the field, ready for the toss up. I stared into the eyes of the opposing player, the girl’s eyes were determined. But so were mine, I glanced to the side at the bleachers. There was Uncle Noah, Stiles, and Scott, cheering me on. I was just happy Stiles came today.

I looked back up, just in time for the pearl toss, I scooped it from the air, immediately shoving passed the opposing player. I ran down the field, narrowly missing players looking to tackle. I threw the ball towards an open offensive player just as someone slammed me from the side. I grunted as I hit the ground, hearing the crowd wince. I got myself up on my arms and looked down the field. My player was able to get through the other team’s defense and scored the game winning goal. Coach Finstock laughed loudly, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd. I stood up, raising my crosse in the air and shouted into the sky. I ran back to the bench, congratulating my teammates. But now I needed to see him. I pushed through the crowd, I looked around. As I got through the crowd, I was left alone. I was staring out into the woods. An eerie feeling came over me. There was something out there.

“Hey!” Michael’s smiling face came into my vision, causing me to smile.

“Hey.” I smiled, looking back at the crowd, “Have you seen Derek?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at me, “Who’s Derek?” I paused, asking myself the same question.

“I don’t know.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said into the phone. I was on the phone with Stiles getting a recap of what had happened over the last couple days, “You stole a police transport vehicle-”

“We put gas in it!”

“Of course, you did. You stole a transport van, filled it with gas, kidnapped Jackson to talk to him, left him in the woods. Jackson’s father, a lawyer, has issued two restraining orders against you and Scott.” I made sure to separate the kanima and Jackson. “Found out the kanima is being used by a ‘master’. Is that it?” Derek raised his eyebrows at the conversation.

“I was also grounded from Scott.” He added.

“Unfortunate.”

“When are you coming home?” He asked, hushing his voice a little, “I’m all for you living out your best werewolf life but I would rather you be home.” I motioned for the group of Derek, Erica, and Isaac to go ahead of me.

“When I have the courage to face your dad. Or when my lie that I’m staying at a friend’s house doesn’t work anymore. Whatever comes first.” I sighed, “I’ll try to come home soon. I need to apologize.” After our goodbyes, I hung up the phone.

After I stepped into the railway car, I made it just in time for our “pack meeting” to start.

“So, why do we need their help?” Isaac asked.

“Because it’s harder to kill than I thought, and I still don’t know who it is.” Derek said impatiently.

“And they do?”

“They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.”

“Mmm. Scott or Stiles?” Erica hummed flirtatiously. Honestly, I don’t think she realizes she’s barking up the wrong tree, no pun intended. Scott was more focused on Allison than his own life and Stiles was in a persistent pursuit of Miss Lydia Martin.

“Either.” Derek sighed, probably fed up with her new found flirtatious nature.

“Good luck with that.” I said under my breath, causing the group to look at me, “What? The last time they saw you, you broke into Scott’s house and tried to kill them.” Isaac titled his head to the side and nodded a little in agreement.

Isaac turned to Derek, “You know, the full moon's coming, Derek.”

"I'm aware of that.” Derek said irritably, he opened a large wooden chest, searching around for something. He pulled out dark, rusted chains.

“Oh my.” Erica lifted up a bundle of them, “These look comfortable.” She said sarcastically. He quickly took them from her grasp and put them with the rest that he pulled out of the chest.

“You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.” Isaac said warily, eyeing the chains.

“There hasn't been time.” He said. And truly he hadn’t had time. I had really been training myself on how to control the chains with what I was calling exposure therapy. Getting really mad and controlling the change before turning so I would be less likely to kill someone during a spout of road rage.

“But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means... That means you're alone against the Argents.” Isaac said.

Derek closed the lid of the chest, “They haven't found us.”

“Yet.“ Kid had a point, “So, how about we forget about the Kanima?”

“We. Can't!” He shouted in frustration. He sighed, “There was something about the way Gerard looked at it... He wasn't afraid, at all. I don't know what he knows, or what he's planning. But, I'm sure about one thing-- we have to find it, first.”

“With Scott’s group.” I added, “We are stronger in numbers, that’s how the hunters work and that’s how we should work.”

On the drive home to the Stilinski house, I really had to convince myself not to turn back around and go back to the depot. But Uncle Noah deserved an apology. He had taken me in, given me a fresh start and asked that I be safe in return. Yet here I was, fighting a lizard man with the threat of hunters on my tail, not to mention that I was a movie monster. I parked in the driveway next to his police cruiser and closed my eyes. My emotions were running high and it was hard to keep my eyes from turning red.

“Breathe.” Derek’s voice echoed through my head, “It’s going to be okay.”

I took a deep breath in and out and when I opened my eyes, the red was gone. Now or never.

After closing the front door behind me, I walked quietly into the kitchen where I found him. He was leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted. He looked up from his cup a little surprised.

“(Y/N)...”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before answering, “Uncle Noah...”

“Is...Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said quickly, “Everything’s....” I let out a deep breath, “Everything’s not fine. I’m so sorry about the things I said.”

He smiled a little, “It’s fine.”

“It-It’s not fine though. You’re just looking out for me, I should appreciate that more. You’ve done more than anyone in my situation could have asked for. You opened up your home, bought me clothes, gave me my own room. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, no.” He said, setting down his coffee mug, “I did have to do that. Besides promising your parents that I would look after you, I did this because you’re like one of my own. You’re like the daughter I never had. I love you.” His eyes held a special twinkle. One that you could only find in people that truly loved you.

Tears prickled at my eyes, my lips trembling, “I love you too.”

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I gripped onto the material of his shirt and cried. The first time I had really cried since everything happened with my parents. It just felt like my eyes had been built up and after a while, I was crying because of Uncle Noah, because of my parents, because of the torture I went through. I felt like I had no one to vent to like how I could my mom and dad because they weren’t here anymore. It felt nice to cry and feel safe because I knew that Uncle Noah loved me, no matter what. I just wished that if me being a werewolf did come out, he would still love me like his own. Even the thought of it scared me.

“It’s alright.” Uncle Noah stroked my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “Everything gonna be okay.”

But it’s not okay.

Just a drive to clear my head, that’s all I needed. Stiles was ringing my phone off the hook which really wasn’t helping with my anxiety right now. I looked over to reach for my phone and when I looked back there was someone standing in the middle of the road.

“SHIT!” I screamed, turning my wheel harshly, sending me off the road and into a ditch. I slammed on the brakes, making my body slam forward into the steering wheel. I felt the cracking of my ribs against the hard plastic of the wheel. Pain washed over me in waves as I tried to catch my bearings. I felt dizzy and nauseous on account of the whiplash. I looked back towards the road and the mystery person was gone. It was around that time that my airbag went off, slapping me in the face.

“Nice.” I grunted, opening up my car door. I turned to look out when I froze. The kanima was staring me right in the eyes. But it didn’t make any sense, unless the kanima can turn without moonlight.

“Jackson...” I whispered, “Jackson, if you’re in there I need you to listen to me.” I swallowed, watching the creature tilt his head to the side. It seemed to recognize my voice.

“I can help you, Jackson. I don’t want to hurt you. Just please... Don’t...”

“(Y/N)...” The creature’s voice said. I didn’t even know it was capable of speech. But the voice wasn’t exactly reptilian, as if that was possible. It wasn’t Jackson’s voice either. It was a voice that seemed so familiar, but not.

“Well... That’s not good.” I said, just starting to move to get to the other side of the car when I felt Jackson’s whip-like tail slice across my side.

“God....dammit.” My voice was strained since my entire body became paralyzed within seconds. The creature reached out, pulling me out of the car.

Ah yes, a roadside killing for the kanima, how wonderful. Okay, maybe thoughts like this weren’t the best. This is how I died, alone on the side of the road. I took a deep breath, watching the world go by as Jackson’s scaly hands dragged me down into the ditch further.

A loud roar cut through the air and I felt Jackson drop me, hissing before I heard him take off into the woods. Derek’s face filled my vision and relief washed over me.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He said, picking me in his arms. I saw my car out of the corner of my eye.

“Is she totaled?” I asked.

“No, she’s fine.” He chuckled, “Your transmissions probably shot though.”

“Awesome.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

- By the time I woke up, it was later in the day and I was back home on the couch. With Derek and Uncle Noah... talking. My eyes widened and I sat up, I hissed in pain and laid back down. My head was still killing me.

“Woah, slow down there, kid.” Uncle Noah came to my side, kneeling down beside me on the couch. He smiled and smoothed back my hair from my face, “I thought I told you when you saw a deer in the road, you can’t swerve. Just slow down and if you hit it, you hit it. It’s sad, but there are more deer, there’s only one you.” I glanced up at Derek, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed not at all concerned around Uncle Noah.

Uncle Noah followed my line of sight and smiled, “It’s okay, secret’s out.” My heart almost stopped, why in the hell would Derek tell him I was a werew-

“And it’s okay. I am... okay with you seeing Derek.” I blinked at him.

“What?”

“Is that where you’ve been? At a friend’s house.” He stood up and chuckled, patting Derek on the shoulder, “Derek, here, explained it all to me.”

“I told him that you didn’t want to disappoint him by dating someone who was a murder suspect.” Derek said, smiling a bit at the sheriff.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine now. Just for the future, you can always tell me anything. No matter what.” He smiled reassuringly. Well... I guess that was one thing out of the way.

“Your car’s in the shop, it’ll be there a day or two. So for now, Derek has volunteered to take you to work.” Uncle Noah smiled, then looked down at his phone, “I gotta take this.” He excused himself from the room and left out the front door. I sat back up again, looking up at Derek’s with my eyebrows raised.

“How did that whole situation go?” Referring to ex-con Derek Hale telling the chief of police that he is dating his pseudo-daughter while she was unconscious in his arms.

Derek shrugged, coming to sit on the edge of the couch, “Well, I was threatened with the gun at first. But after explaining some things... He understood.” He reached out, holding my hand, “He also said he was glad that we were friends again.”

“Does that mean my parents told him that I wasn’t friends with you anymore and not to bring you up?”

“Seems like it.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“God.” I breathed out, feeling tension rising in my shoulders, “I understand why they did what they did but... They had a total disregard of the consequences. What were they going to say when I asked what happened to you, would they tell me they told you to go away or would they lie again? A majority of my life was stolen from me and when I try to remember my old lacrosse games where you could have been there... The only face I see is Michael’s. And I think he knew something.”

“We’re gonna figure it out.” He said. I moved closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Derek then explained the events of the dad, the kanima attacked Scott, Stiles, Erica, and Allison in detention and he had agreed to not kill the creature.

“Why did the kanima go after me? Why didn’t he kill me immediately.”

“You don’t have to cover for him anymore, I know it’s Jackson.”

I sighed, “Good, because I didn’t like keeping it from you.”

“Yeah, why did you keep it from me?” He asked, looking down at me.

I gave him a surprised look, “Well, gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you would have killed him? Yeah, he’s a douchebag, but that’s a little much. From what you said, finding out Jackson was adopted at birth and that he literally had to be removed from his mother’s dead body... Maybe that’s what caused the bite to mutate.”

“It’s possible.” The sound of the door slamming shut and the sound of familiar awkward footsteps made us both look up. Stiles halted in the living room, looking me over. I’m sure I looked like a wreck, still kinda felt like it, but the cracked ribs and head injury had healed by now.

Stiles pressed his lips together tightly, moving with purpose. He fell to his knees in front of the couch, wrapping his arms around me. Trying not to cry for the second time today, I hugged him, resting my cheek on top of his head.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Stiles hold tightened at my words but he didn’t say anything. Derek nodded at me, making his way out of the house. Leaving Stiles and I alone.

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