#biles bilinski

[teencopandthesourwolf]

mieczysław vibes are the best vibes

(for @greyhavenisback... all my fingers and toes are very firmly crossed, kate!)

[emotional-otter]

I headcannon that stiles after the nogitsune just knows all the stuff it knew, but without really knowing. He'll just know stuff with out any explanation on how he knows it, like all of the sudden he can speak Russian but he doesn't know how he knows it. He's just got a load of information without knowing how he knows it.

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

I saw your post about wanting requests, so… what about (going off the top of my head) maybe a Stiles Stilinski x Reader where maybe they’re on their way back from a date, the jeep (roscoe) breaks down and it starts to pour, so they camp out inside the jeep for a while and makeout to pass the time? Or maybe dare to go out and attempt to fix it, but wind up having fun in the rain? Maybe a kiss in the rain? Then it clears up and they head back home. Whichever way you wanna go with it I’m sure it’ll be great! I just think it’d be cute 🥰 like those warm summer/spring rains that come out of nowhere for anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour before easing up and drifting away? ❤️ please and thank you

Thank you so much for the request I love the prompt!

Roscoe

Stiles Stilinski x gn!reader

A/N: I didn’t use any gender specific pronouns for the reader. Stiles refers to them as gorgeous and his partner.

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The light sound of rain against the windshield and chitter of the radio in the background relaxed me as Stiles and I drove back from our date. Always dealing with supernatural events didn’t leave a lot of time for going on dates or even spending quality time together so we always cherished the time we got.

We were sitting in comfortable silence holding hands when all of a sudden the engine began to make a weird noise.

“Stiles you should pull over, that didn’t sound good.”

“Don’t worry baby it’s fine, the engine does that sometimes.”

“Are you sure? That didn’t sound normal.”

“Trust me y/n it’s ok.”

I sighed and relented.

A minute later the engine began to stall and then stopped.

I looked over at Stiles and mocked him saying,

“Don’t worry y/n the engines fine!”

Stiles groaned and put his head in his hands.

“And this is why we listen to our amazing, smart, and gorgeous partner.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m going to check the engine can you pop the hood?”

I popped the hood and then came around front to see if I could help.

“What’s wrong with it!” I asked.

“Batteries dead. I gotta call my dad and see if he can come help.”

As Stiles began calling his dad I hopped back in the car, an idea forming. A couple minutes later Stiles got back in the car, his hair damp from the rain.

“Dad said it might be a little while before he can get here. “

I pushed the hair out of his eyes, leaned close and whispered, “I think we can find a way to pass the time.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes, “Wait like here?! Now?!”

“I mean not if you don’t want to.”

“NO! I definitely do!”

“Then why are you sitting there? Get in the back.”

She shuffled to the back tangling himself in the seatbelt. I chuckled lightly and smirked at him. This would be fun.

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A/N: I know it’s not exactly what you asked for but I still hope you liked it! I’m going to be real honest I’ve never kissed anyone so I wasn’t confident about writing a kiss scene so I tried to just allude to something instead. Also I know nothing about cars so please don’t come at me guys.

[childishred]

Bilinski, by me

[eevylynn]

As a bisexual woman, I have to commonly ask my husband, "Would the average straight, cis male teenager act like this?" when watching scenes with Stiles.

Note: the answer is usually "No" or "definitely not"

[teen-wolf-quotes]

Coach: What is that, an “s?” No, no that’s not an “s.” That’s a- that’s a “b.” It’s definitely a “b.” Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and uh, Bilinski.

Stiles: WAHAHAHA WHAAA WAAHHH AHHH!!!

Coach: Bilinski!

Stiles: Yes?

Coach: Shut up!

Stiles: Yes sir.

Scott: Stiles.

Stiles: It’s Biles. Call me Biles or I swear to god I’ll kill you.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 9: Tests

After a week, Sam's mom chewed her out for sneaking to the school without telling her. She was more shocked to see the Camaro parked in the driveway. "I hope you know this isn't staying here. You can't have someone else's car.", she says.

Sam frowned. "I know. I don't wanna keep it as much as you do." Sam couldn't look her mother in the eyes, but the woman frowned at her out of pity. She was afraid that Sam started keeping important secrets from her and it worried her. She wasn't angry but scared.

She walked up to hug Sam. "I don't know what you saw that night. I don't really think I wanna know. I can't imagine going through what you went through. I'm sorry I didn't stop you."

Sam hugged her back, tearing up. "I'm sorry.", she apologized, tearfully. More to her and even to Derek. Although he wasn't there.

They stayed like that for a while until her mother pulled away to cup her cheek, tearing up herself as a tear dropped over her thumb. Sam didn't know what she was sad for the most. The fact that Scott has to bear all of this, lying to her mom or the fact that almost losing his life, time and time again, Derek still helped them. Everything was frustrating.

She eventually went back to school, dreadfully. Just going back to the locker room was almost too much for her. She sat between Stiles and Scott in the locker room as she put on her gear.

Coach came out of his office and blew his whistle. "All right, geniuses, listen up.", he announced. "Due to the recent pinkeye epidemic, thank you, Greenberg, the following people have made first line on probationary basis, emphasis on the probationary. Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor and uh… Oh for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an S?" She felt Stiles squirm beside her, watching him get nervous and anticipated. "No, no, that's not an S."

Stiles' shoulders shrunk out of either disappointment or relief. "That's a... That's a... That's a b. That's a b. That's definitely a b. Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor and uh. . . Bilinski."

Stiles shot up and he started jumping for joy and cheering. "Bilinski?", coach asked. "Yes?", Stiles answered. "Shut up!" The trio heard Jackson, Greenberg and Danny snigger in the corner. Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Sir." Stiles sat back down.

"Stiles.", Sam called. "It's Biles.", Stiles said, looking at her. Sam raised an eyebrow as Stiles lightly threatened her. "Call me Biles or I swear to God, I'll kill you."

"One more thing," Coach said. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else," He blew his whistle. "Asses on the field! Asses on the field!"

Scott, Stiles and Sam got up and began to walk to the field. "Dude, can you believe this?", Stiles asked. "You're a captain. I'm first line. I'm first freaking line! Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."

"What's the point? It's literally just a title.", Sam stated. "And I could practically smell the jealousy in there.", Scott muttered. "Wait," Stiles stopped and so did Scott and Sam. "You smelled jealousy?"

"Yeah," Scott said. "It's like the full moon turned everything up to ten."

"Huh.", Stiles said. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"

"What do you mean desire?", Sam asked. "Like sexual desire.", Stiles said.

Sam gave him a grossed look. "Dude."

"Sexual desire?" Scott questioned Stiles. "Yeah, sexual desire.", Stiles said. "Lust, passion, arousal."

"From Lydia?", Sam asked with raised eyebrow. "What? No, like in general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?", Stiles clarified.

"From Lydia to you?", Scott asked. "Yes, fine, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl. I've been obsessing over this girl since third freaking grade.", Stiles pleaded.

"Why don't you just ask her?", Sam asked. "Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Sam.", Stiles expressed with wide eyes then turned to Scott. "So, could you just please, go up to her and ask her if she likes me. See if her heartbeat rises or pheromones comes out?", he asked.

"Fine.", Scott said and began to walk over to Lydia. "I don't believe this.", Sam rolled her eyes. "I love you." Stiles called after him. "I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world."

Stiles and Sam lined up in the middle of the field when Scott finally joined them. Sam was first in line. "Let's go!" Coach yelled and he blew the whistle. She rushed forward to the two attack men and each one of them rammed her in the shoulders.

She flew to the ground on her back, landing with a groan. She was really off her game today...

Everybody started to laugh at her, calling her out. Sam huffed in frustration, quickly getting up. "Guess the team is starting to not like a girl on the team. Who's next?", Coach quips. Scott moved to the line and pushed Stiles back to take first place again. "That's the spirit, McCall!" Sam picked up another ball and raced forward when Coach blew the whistle. She passed the ball to Scott and watched him slam the end of his stick into the first guy's stomach and shoved the second attack man.

He then raced forward to Danny and whammed the end of his stick up into his mask and started groaning, throwing off his helmet. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?", Stiles asked, as he and Sam walked up to him. Sam glared at him. "What the hell was that?", she fussed.

"He's like three times the size of me.", Scott growled. "Yeah, but everybody likes Danny.", Stiles said. "Now everybody's gonna hate you." Sam looked at Danny who had a nosebleed. "I don't care.", Scott said and stormed off. Sam sighed.

On the ride home, Sam was the last that Stiles dropped off and he stopped her before she left his jeep. "You still have it, huh?", he says, gesturing to Derek's Camaro. She looked at the car and nod. "Yeah. I don't know how long I'll have it.", she says, looking at her lap.

Stiles nudged her. "Hey." She looked at him. His face seemed sad. "How're you holding up?"

Sam bit her lip, fighting off unshed, oncoming tears. She shrugged in response.

"I don't know how to deal with this.", he says, looking at his hands, holding the steering wheel. "I don't wanna give up on Scott. Y'know? He's our best friend. And with all this shit… it was supposed to be fairy tale type things. The supernatural. Superstitions. Myths."

"And now he's not. I'm down with helping him. I always am. I just don't know how he's gonna control all of this. This is new. It's not a movie.", Sam says. "This isn't something to just solve with a kiss or a cure from a curse. This shit is real."

He nods. "I'm still trying to process it all too."

She rubs her eyes. "I'm just frustrated. Not at the fact that we almost died but because it's difficult. I'm not in his shoes so I wouldn't know how to help him or how he feels."

She felt Stiles pull her in a hug. "I'm always gonna be here for you guys. I've made that my responsibility. I don't wanna lose you guys.", he whispered, with a crack in his voice. Sam's bottom lip wobbled as she hugged him back.

"You won't lose us. I won't let that happen.", she reassures. It was an empty promise because at this point, who knows what would happen next?

The next day only proved her point. "Let me drive." Scott said. Sam snapped her attention to him as she drove Derek's camaro. "You wanna die that bad? If Derek knew I let you drive, he'd kill us on the spot. I got lucky to even get to drive it."

On the way to drop it off, she noticed a car had been trailing them for minutes in the rear view mirror. Her heart dropped in realization. It was the hunters. This was Derek's car. They think the trio is Derek.

Shit.

Derek ended up getting spotted by the police so now he's on the run and now they were luring the hunters away from him, so he didn't have to deal with the cops and the hunters. Stiles looked behind them, his eyes widening at the bright headlights. "Uh…"

"Faster?", Sam asked. "Much faster, please.", Stiles answered. Sam shifted to fifth gear and the car bolted forward. "Sam, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here.", Stiles emphasized with wide eyes.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us.", Sam warned, glancing back at the rearview mirror. "If you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us.", Scott said. Sam sighed and shifted to sixth gear and turned left onto the back roads. Stiles turned on the police radio. "All units, suspect is on foot headed into the iron works.", Sheriff's voice boomed from the radio.

Sam sighed harshly. "Fuck, Derek.", she complained. That meant they'd have to turn around and get him. "Turn right here.", Stiles said. She did as she was told and it led them right into the iron works. She stopped the car once she saw Derek.

Stiles opened the door and climbed into the back seat with Scott. Derek ran to them and climbed in, shutting the door as Sam sped away with gunshots firing at them from the hunters still behind them. "You don't know what laying low means!?", Sam yelled at Derek.

"Damn it, I had him!", Derek growled, banging his fist against the dashboard. "Who, the alpha?", Stiles asked. "Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."

"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs.", Stiles said. Derek glared at him. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state.", Sam slandered, glaring at Scott in the rearview mirror.

"Can we seriously get past that, please!?", Scott asked. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"I'll get past it once you clear his fucking name!!", Sam yelled. "All right!" Stiles yelled. "Sam, you might want to go faster."

"Stiles, shut up and sit back.", she retorted. She shifted into fourth gear and that got them some distance between them and the hunters. "How did you find him?", Stiles asked. Derek just looked at him and scoffed. "Sam, go faster.", Stiles say.

"Stiles, hush and sit back." She looked in the rearview mirror and saw the car getting closer. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?", Scott asked. "Yeah, all of us.", Stiles said. Derek glared at him again. "Or just him." Stiles finally sat back. 

"Ok, Sam, there should be a road coming up, turn left.", Stiles said. "Left?", she asked.

"Left."

"Left?"

"Yes, am I speaking in some kind of language that you don't understand?"

"Stiles, if I turn left, it'll take us back to the iron works so I think you mean right."

"No, I mean left."

"No, you mean right."

"Left, Sam, left."

"Stiles, if we end up back at the Iron works, I'm slapping the crap out of you. Choose wisely, please."

"Maybe you should go right."

"I thought so." Sam turned right onto the next road. "Ok, now back to this issue?", Stiles asked.

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out.", Derek said.

"Left, Sam, left.", Stiles said. "Why is everything left with you?", Sam asked him, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Just do it. I swear this is right.", Stiles said.

"What?"

"Now, go left. Now!" Sam slammed the car to the left and the car camouflaged with the darkness of the forest. "The forest, Stiles?! Really?!", Sam exclaimed. "This literally leads to a dead end!"

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does.", she argued. "She found two things.", Derek continued. "The first was a guy named Harris."

"Our chemistry teacher?", Sam asked, confused. "Why him?"

"I don't know yet.", Derek said. "What's the second?", Stiles asked. Sam looked ahead and saw a metal bar closing off the road. "Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

They heard a screeching sound from the back as the back bumper slid across the metal strip as Sam took off, passing the hunters.

"I'm about to come back there and slap the shit out of you.", she threatened and looked in the rear view mirror to see the hunters close in on them. Sam placed her hand on the stick shift.

"What are you going to do?", Derek asked. "Everybody got their seatbelts on?", she asked. "No?", Derek, Stiles and Scott all said in unison. "Hold on to something then." Sam shifted the car in reverse and punched the gas, yanking to the steering wheel all the way to the left and turned the car around.

Derek's green eyes widened as he gave Sam a crazy look for peeling the bumper off of his car. "Oops." she said, giving Derek a sheepish grin as he glared at her. She looked in the mirror and saw the hunters crash into the metal strip. "We're safe. For now."

"What was the second?", Stiles repeated. Derek pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. "What is it?", Scott asked, taking the paper. "Some kind of symbol.", Derek asked. They heard Scott groan from the back. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace.", Scott said, frowning. "Allison's necklace."

After dropping Scott and Stiles off, Sam finally drove back to her house, letting Derek have his car back.

"Thanks.", he says as he walks over to the driver's side. She gave him a small smile. "Yeah."

He started up the car after getting in and rolled down the passenger window. "Hey."

She raised her eyebrows in response. "Don't worry so much.", he says. She smiled. "A lot has been happening, Derek. Kinda hard not to."

His lips quirked into a somewhat smile. "You'll get wrinkles if you frown so much.", he says, and rolls up the window before she could retort and sped off.

Jackass.

The next day, Sam walked with Scott and Stiles to a lunch table and sat down across from them.

"Did you at least get her to give you the necklace?", Stiles asked Scott.

"Not exactly.", Scott said.

"What happened?", she asked.

"She told me not to talk to her.", Scott said. "At all."

"So, she's not giving you…", Stiles tried to ask with a mouthful of food.

"She's not giving me the necklace." Scott growled and sighed. 

"Well, did you find anything else out?", Sam asked.

"Just that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic.", Scott asked.

"Scott," Sam raised her eyebrows at him before getting cut off. "Except for you, Sam.", Scott said.

"I thought so.", she said, eating her food.

"Ok, I came up with plan b just in case anything like this happened.", Stiles said. Scott sighed. "What's plan b?"

"Just steal the stupid thing.", Stiles said. Sam pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just how the hell is he gonna do that?"

"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?", Scott whined.

"My dad put him under a twenty-four-hour protective detail.", Stiles said. "The necklace is all we got."

"So, stealing it is the only option.", Sam sighed.

"Stiles, Sam, he's watching us." Scott said, looking past Sam. Stiles and Sam looked behind them and saw Jackson staring at them blankly.

It was creepy.

They turned around and looked down at their food. Sam noticed Scott winced and looked up frantically.

"What's wrong?", Stiles asked.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him.", Scott said, not looking up. Sam's eyes widened at this. What the hell did he think he was doing?

Stiles started to look at Jackson but Sam smacked him across the arm. "Stop. Act normal. Pretend nothing's happening."

"Say something! Talk to me!", Scott growled at them.

"I-I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank.", Stiles said.

"Your mind's blank?", Sam asked. "Wow, there is a god."

Stiles frowned. "I can't think of anything under this kind of pressure.", Stiles whined. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

Scott and Sam looked and saw Jackson had disappeared.

"Where the hell is he?", Scott asked, looking around.

His eyes seemed to spot something to the side of Stiles.

"Yes.", Scott growled under his breath. Stiles and Sam exchanged confused glances as Scott gripped his tray tightly.

What Jackson was saying was slowly pissing Scott off. Scott squeezed his water bottle, making it crackle. 

Sam placed her hand over Scott's. "Hey, what's he saying?"

"Whatever it is, you have to calm down.", Stiles said, noticing Scott's flickering eyes.

He seemed to ignore his friends as his tray began to shake in his hands. Suddenly, Scott's tray clashed against the table and everybody in the room looked at him. Sam looked at Jackson to see him smirking at them.

She glared at the jackass before getting up and walking over to him. Fuck being on the same team. They saved his life. They saved Allison's life. Even Lydia if she knew now.

Stiles tried to pull her away but Sam quickly stormed up to him. "Fucking prickazoid.", she sneered as Jackson smirked at Scott. He looked down at Sam.

"Well, well. Wilson. You're looking a little worse for wear. Not something new.", he says.

"What the fuck is your problem, Jackson?", Sam asked, shaking her head. He stepped closer to her. "Your friend is a fucking freak. And you know about it too, don't you?"

She glared at his smug expression. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Much less what you're trying to start. Let's say Scott is a "freak", what does that do for you? Make you afraid? Lower your ego? You have to taunt him to compensate for whatever shitty shortcomings you have?", she asked, raising her eyebrows.

His frown quickly appeared. "You're protecting that little freak. And he's gonna drag you down with him."

"Rich. This is coming from the same person who steps on people and uses his popularity to get his way. If Scott has a little advantage, it's wrong?", Sam countered.

He didn't say anything but passed his glare behind her then back at her. "Both of you stay out of my way."

With that he walks off. Dickhead.

Sam turned around to see Scott silently fuming in his seat and frowned sadly.

This called for serious planning.

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Mr. Stillinski happily let Sam in and walk up to Stiles' room.

"Did you find anything out yet?", Sam asked, walking in. He jumped and glanced to the side as she closed the door.

Once her eyes caught a glaring Derek, her heart stopped. "Hey...you.", she says.

Their heads looked at the door as they heard footsteps outside of the door. Derek quickly yanks Sam back behind the door as it opens.

Stiles keeps a stoic face as his dad peeks into his room. "Make sure you get back before 10 if you're gonna be leaving."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, sure." Mr. Stillinski paused. He looked around the room, noticing no sight of the Wilson girl.

"Where's Sam?", he asked. Sam's eyes squeezed shut.

Stiles quickly spoke up. "She's having girl problems right now, so she's in the bathroom."

His dad responded awkwardly. "Okay… remember what I said.", he said before finally leaving.

Sam and Stiles sighed softly in relief and Sam quickly locked Stiles' door.

Sam turned to Derek. "How the hell did you get in here without alerting him?"

Stiles turned to them. "That's what I wanna know." Derek glared at him and Stiles sighed, turning back to his computer.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?", Derek asked.

"No, he's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?"

"So, it wasn't him."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"I can see.", Stiles responded. "If not, we're gonna have to get someone who can.", Sam said.

Proudly, she was right. They had to get Danny to help.

Sam sat on Stiles' bed, scrolling on her phone while Derek sat in a chair, reading a book. She didn't know he was such a bookworm…

"I came here to do lab work, that's what lab partners do.", Danny complained. 

"And we will, once you trace the text", Stiles reassured him. 

"And what makes you think I know how?", Danny asked him.

"I...I looked up your arrest report, so…", Stiles said, looking guilty. Sam gaped at Stiles.

"I-I was 13, they dropped the charges", Danny defended. 

"Whatever."

"No, we're doing lab work...", Danny protested. 

"Oh my...", Stiles groaned and threw his head back in frustration.

Danny sat down beside him then looked behind him at Sam and Derek.

"Who's he again?", Danny asked, glancing at Derek. Stiles looked back at them with widened eyes. 

"That's my cousin...Miguel.", he lied. Sam fought off a smile as Derek raised an eyebrow, glaring at Stiles.

"Is that blood on his shirt?", Danny asked. Stiles and Sam widened their eyes at Derek and looked down at the hem of his gray shirt. There were indeed specks of blood on it.

Shit. 

"Yeah.", Stiles said, sitting up. "He gets really bad nose bleeds."

Stiles turned away. "Hey Miguel," Stiles said then nodded his head to his dresser. "I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts."

Derek let out a silent, annoyed sigh through his nose and annoyingly shut the book with a snap. He threw the book on the bed then went over to Stiles' drawers rummaging through his shirts.

Sam looked back down at her phone as Derek got dressed.

"Uh, Stiles?", Derek asked, catching the teens attention.

"Yes?", Stiles asked, turning back to him. 

"This," Derek tugged at the shirt in emphasis. "No fit."

"Then try something else on.", Stiles grounded out.

Derek rolled his eyes as he turned back to find something else. Sam looked over at Danny who was staring at Derek.

Stiles seemed to notice to and glanced between Derek and Danny. "Hey, that one looks pretty good", Stiles said as Derek pulled on a tight-fitting orange and blue striped shirt. 

Sam snickered, earning a glare from Derek, immediately quieting down and hiding her smile in her phone.

"What do you think, Danny?", Stiles asked, tapping Danny. 

"It's...It's not really his colour.", Danny replied. Derek looked like he was gonna pop a vessel as he yanked off the previous shirt.

"You're a horrible person.", they heard Danny tell Stiles as Sam grinned at Derek. 

"I know it keeps me awake at night, anyway about that text.", Stiles said. 

"Stiles, none of these fit.", Derek huffed, shirtless.

Sam sighed, getting up and picking up the thrown shirts, placing them on the bed before pushing Derek out the way of the dresser.

"What are you doing?", Derek asked in a whisper as Sam rummaged through the dresser. "Finding you a shirt?", Sam shrugged. "I don't how comfortable you are with being shirtless around strangers but y'know.", she says and found a black graphic shirt she gave to Stiles. It was hers, but she figured he could have it.

Derek's frown softened as Sam handed it to him. "Might be a little less tight but it's a shirt.", she says. He takes it from her, grateful.

"There.", Danny said, catching their attention. "The text was sent from a computer…this one." They walked over and looked at the screen in shock.

"Registered to that account name?", Derek asked him. 

It was so confusing. How did Scott's mom have anything to do with this? How was she linked up to all of this…?

"No, no, no, no that can't be right...", Stiles shook his head. Sam ran her fingers through her coils as she stared at the name in shock. The account belonged to Scott's mom, Melissa McCall.

After Stiles and Danny finished their lab work and Danny left, the trio piled into the jeep and drove to find out the truth.

Just as they made it to the hospital, Stiles' phone rang. "Hey Scott…yeah I did and it looks just like the drawing…", Stiles said into his phone then Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist pulling the phone closer to him. 

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something an inscription, an opening…something?", Derek asked before Stiles snatched his phone back to his ear. 

"I know.", Stiles responded. "Look if you see my Dad, can you tell him- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, ok alright…thanks." Stiles hung up his phone and put it in his pocket.

"You're not going to make it.", Derek told him.

"I know."

"You didn't tell him about his mom either.", Sam said, unclicking her seat belt.

"Not until we find out the truth.", Stiles said. They looked outside at the Beacon Hills Long Term home sign. 

"By the way, one more thing?", Derek spoke up suddenly, glancing at Stiles. 

"Yeah?", Stiles replied, looking over at him. Derek grabbed his head and slammed it into the steering wheel of the jeep. "Oh, god what the hell was--"

"You know what that was for, now go!", he said, pointing to the building, Stiles looked at him in disbelief and didn't move.

Derek pointed again, ordering, "GO!" Stiles groaned and the teens quickly scrambled out of the jeep.

"God, all this is so complicated," Sam said, walking into the home. "Look, maybe his mom isn't even involved. Maybe she was just doing her job and didn't think anything of it."

"I hope so. She's smart, but hell…", Sam trailed off, looking around the home. It seemed kinda empty. It was quiet. Eerily quiet.

Stiles spoke up. "Well she's nowhere to be found." They looked around some more and Sam could only feel a sense of dread as they explored.

It felt off. No one's here? Not one nurse in sight? It bothered her. This feeling… wrath? No… She couldn't put her finger on it. This presence definitely wanted destruction, though.

"Stiles.", Sam called. He turns to her. "Hm?"

"Call Derek.", Sam says, looking around.

He dialed Derek's number, immediately getting an answer and finally tells Derek that Scott's mom isn't here. 

"Then ask for Jennifer, she's been looking after my uncle.", Derek says.

Stiles led Sam into Peter Hale's room, but they found it empty. The wheelchair was parked at the edge of the completely made bed.

Not a single wrinkle was on the bed.

"He's not here either.", Stiles said. Sam frowned. The wheelchair was parked. This was definitely his room, so where the hell was comatose Peter Hale?

Her hands started sweating. There's no way a comatose man is just gonna walk around. And without supervision…?

She had a bad feeling. 

"What?", she heard Derek through Stiles' phone.

"He's not here. The room's empty, Derek."

"He's comatose, how could he be gone?", Sam muttered. He shouldn't be gone. If she's not here and he's definitely not here....

Sam looked at the door. He's definitely here. Awake and kicking. 

Sam pushed Stiles out of the room, "We need to go. Now." As she made it out of the room, the presence was heavier than before.

"Smarter than you look, you know." The teens turned to their right to see a fully awake and functioning Peter.

"Holy shit."

"You must be Stiles.", Peter smiled to him before turning to Sam. "and you must be Samantha. Such a pleasure to finally meet you two for real this time."

"What are you doing here?" They jumped in fright and turned around to see Jennifer standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, "Visiting hours are over.", she growled.

"You…" Stiles pointed at Jennifer, then at Peter. "and him? You're the ones who- oh, and he's the…oh my God, we're gonna die.", Stiles whimpered before Derek came out of nowhere and elbowed Jennifer unconscious.

"That's not nice, she's my nurse.", Peter playfully scolded.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way.", he ordered the two in front of him.

"Ah, damn." Stiles wrapped his hand around Sam's wrist and pulled her down to the ground with him. Stiles and Sam pressed their backs up against the wall.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?", Peter stalked his nephew.

Immediately, Derek's eyes turned icy blue and his fangs protruded from behind his lips. He let out a loud growl and jumped off of the wall opposite of Stiles and Sam, kicking off towards his uncle.

Peter caught him and slammed him into the wall before tossing him into another wall. The railings fell to the floor with Derek. Stiles and Sam began crawling away.

Stiles hid himself underneath the reception desk and Sam was hiding on the other side. Sam inched herself towards the edge of the wooden desk and peeked out. Peter grabbed Derek by his neck, picking him up and dragging him effortlessly.

Derek was struggling, and it didn't make it any better that Peter was probably his only family.

"My mind and personality were literally burned out of me. It's being driven by pure instinct.", Peter dropped Derek down next to Jennifer's body.

He painfully glanced at Sam who hid under a desk. "Get out of here.", Derek demanded in a hoarse whisper.

"We're not leaving you.", Sam whispered back. Peter squatted down to get a key out of Jennifer's blood-stained nurse's dress. Derek weakly stood up.

"You want forgiveness?", Derek threw a punch and it hit Peter square in the jaw. Peter grabbed him by his jacket and head butted him, causing him to stumble backwards.

"I want understanding.", the older man corrected, kicking Derek in the stomach. He tumbled backwards and landed face first in the small waiting area.

Sam watched as Peter stalked towards Derek and she rushed behind a desk, rummaging for something to distract Peter with. She looked to her side and saw some type of steel rod. Stiles looked at her, bewildered. He shook his head, harshly whispering, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness.", they heard Peter drone. Sam peeked over the desk to see what was going on. Derek tried getting up, he spat out blood, glaring at his uncle.

"Yes, becoming the Alpha, taking that from Laura, pushed me over the plateau in the healing process." Derek got up and they began fighting again. All of Derek's punches, Peter was able to dodge them all.

The next punch, Peter caught and he began crushing the bones in Derek's hand, making him groan out in pain.

"I tried to tell you what was happening. You wouldn't listen.", Peter sneered as Sam snuck up behind him and swung the rod at the man, hitting him in the back.

"Piss off already.", she growled. Peter let go of his grasp on Derek's hand and he kicked him down.

He turned around, glaring at the girl. She swung the rod at him again, but he caught it and simply threw it across the room.

Before Sam could react, Peter grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to a wall. Sam gasped for air, swinging at his face and kicking at his stomach but Peter's hand closed around her throat tighter.

"How could you be so reckless and stupid to hit an Alpha, who can easily rip your throat out with one finger?", Peter asked.

Sam tried to take some sort of breath but could only see her vision blackening. In what vision she had, she could see Derek grab Peter away from her. Sam fell and started coughing up a storm. Just as she was able to focus once again, she could see Derek being thrown through the glass window of the private nurse's station.

"No!", Sam rasped, hearing Derek fall to the floor. She looked up as Peter came towards her, pinning her to the wall again. "Such a shame you've been dragged into this.", Peter said, unapologetically.

"If you're going to turn me, just do it.", Sam growled.

Peter smiled. "I have other uses for you."

He threw her to the floor next to Derek. They were in an operating room. Sam caught her breath as she turned on her back.

Derek turned to her, weakly. "I told you to leave."

Peter looked towards a mirror and then spun it. They watched in shock as the burns and scars that had littered the older man's skin had disappeared, completely healing his face.

"You're well in your right mind to be afraid.", Peter smiled and looked back to himself in the mirror, admiring his new handsome image.

"When you look this good, why wait?", he said, conceitedly. He turned his attention back to them, "Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain."

"He doesn't have to give you shit.", Sam defied.

"Stop it.", Derek scolded, grabbing her arm and pulling her away. 

"What're you, her babysitter?", Peter teased as took a few steps towards them. Sam could feel little tremors in Derek's hand as he pulled her back. She wasn't expecting to see him so afraid. It made sense, though. His once comatose uncle was now seconds away of killing them if he wanted to.

He looked so tired, stumbling over his feet as he stared at Peter with fear.

"Samantha, what a powerful name. Our name is a symbol of who we are, did you know that?", Peter smiled.

He continued walking toward them. "Yours, however... flower… blossom. Purposeful meanings."

"Meaning what?", Sam asked, confused. "Where are you going with this?"

Before she could get an answer, she was quickly pulled out of Derek's hold.

"Stop!", Derek yelled.

"Oh, relax, Derek. I just want to have a little fun. Come on, don't you think that having another werewolf would be a little bit more fun? You know how boring humans could be.", Peter grinned. 

"Why me?", Sam asked the Alpha.

"Why not?", Peter scoffed. "You'd be so much stronger than you are now. You could help Scott, even."

Her eyes widened a bit and he caught on. Sam glared at him. "Using my friend as bribery. You're fucked.", she growled.

He frowned, quickly choking her again. "And you're tediously annoying." She could feel his claws poke at her skin, teasingly.

He knew she would be afraid. He almost had her at Scott. He knows. Everything. He was there. He was at the school. If he really wanted to, he'd change her now, but he was playing with his food at this point.

"Don't you understand how much of an inconvenience you are for Derek? Being human?", he says.

SHe turned her head away from Peter, frowning. She knew that. She knows being human and being involved in all this werewolf stuff worries him. She don't want him to have any of her blood on his hands.

"I know that.", she muttered. Peter's hold loosened up just a bit. "Hm?"

She looked at Peter with hateful, glossy eyes. "I know I'm an inconvenience. That's all we've done since we met him was make things worse. But I still had fun, despite almost losing my life over and over. Helping Scott, dealing with all of this, I put up with it because they're my friends.", she said, tearing up. Derek and Peter looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

Especially, Derek. She had...fun? Almost losing her life...she had fun?? What- What's wrong with her...?

"I don't need to be a werewolf to understand the responsibilities and stress behind it. Regardless, they're still human. They're not indestructible and neither are you! So, you can take that superiority complex and shove it up your-"

Before Sam could finish, Peter reeled the arm he held her with and threw her back across the room, making her slam into wall.

[papamccall]

biles bilinski.

[petrichor-idyllic]

do you remember a maze runner fic by someone called biles bilinski or something 😭

AHAHAHAHAHA

Biles Bilinski, that's iconic.

And honestly I do not, but the name kinda rings a bell. Its been years since I was reading TMR fanfics, and I started writing them because there wasn't any new ones.

But Biles Bilinski, if you're somehow reading this, you're a legend.

[meant-to-be-a-hero]

Season One, Episode Eight: Lunatic

Oh, it's the whiskey scene. This is gold.

Stiles is such a lightweight, he's like a hundred pounds soaking wet.

Uh oh, angy boi.

Mmm, kentucky fried moron.

Don't be mean to Mama McCall, Scott. She means well.

Oh fuck off Mister Harris. What a tool.

Presumably Harris is just invigilating, since he's chemistry and this test is economics.

Or it was, now it's a multiple choice about murder.

Full moon with no anchor is a recipe for disaster.

Evil Momma Argent is terrifying.

Greenburg #3 - the Pink Eye Bandit, apparently.

The birth of Biles Bilinski.

Not the last time we'll have a co-captain debacle. Liam and Nolan have something similar in Season 6 if I remember right.

Danny is the only logical character in this entire show.

"Find out if Lydia likes me." Proceeds to snog her instead. Well done Scott, exactly the opposite of what Stiles wanted you to do.

Aww, don't beat up Danny. Everybody likes Danny.

Lunatic is a great word.

Scott took a page out of Derek's creeper book apparently.

Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Stiles.

The fucking dog bowl, I swear hahaha.

Asshole!Scott is fun.

Angy Scott is now delusional Scott.

Hey Derek, we missed you last episode. You're looking better considering you were impaled through the back.

Oh and you're lying again. What a surprise.

That shadow at the end could well have been Peter, it had the right hair.

Jackson: It's all comin' together, Kronk style.

[peroxideprinces]

biles bilinski

[teencopandthesourwolf]

𝕃𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖!𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤

[azogwhoreignerstilinski]

Inspired by another incorrect quote, think it was by @incorrectsterekquotes

[bunnyskull152]

*looking off into the distance.*

Stiles: forest puppy

Derek: that's a deer

Stiles: its a forest puppy

[dylsexual]

Oh my God, you're Caitlyn!

[returntobeaconhills]

Gettin’ Bi - Kate made a video compiling all those beautiful bi moments we get from Stiles.