#lydia embarrassed she fell for him yeah mildly but

[terrorwail]

lydia holds stiles at knife point (figuratively, though she would do this literally if she must) to get him to help her investigate the fire at starcourt mall.  she knows his dad is a cop and he probably has files on it.  stiles is mildly terrified he is going to be killed for arguing  (lydia has never spoken to him before,  and exclusively hangs out with the cool kid crowd)  but he tells her he will only help if they investigate together (he knows something fishy is up too).  they fall in love

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (1/50)

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

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 01x01 

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“Scott?”

Said boy paused, a gasp of surprise leaving his lips as he whipped around to face you. You didn’t say anything for a moment, allowing your eyes to fall on the bat he held in his hand up to the wild expression in his face.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you rose a brow; “why do you have a bat?”

Scott looks mildly confused for a moment, staring at you with parted lips and a baffled expression. Then, with a slight tip of your chin, gesturing to said object, he glances down at the baseball bat in his hands; “oh!” He suddenly exclaims, causing you to step back slightly. 

“Yes?”

“I... thought I heard a noise.”

You make a ‘o’ shape with your lips, letting your hands fall by your side as you sway on your feet. “So...” You started, taking a step towards him, “you grabbed a bat?”

Scott looks genuinely surprised for a moment, as if he can’t begin to fathom why you would ask such a question. “I have to protect you and mom!”

You snort, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from grinning and bursting out in laughter. It doesn’t work.

“Hey!” Scott exclaims, expression turning into one of hurt as he lets his body un-tense, bat falling by his side.

“Oh, shush up, you big baby,” you tease, walking forward until you’re past him, nudging him with your elbow slightly. You walk a few more steps before realizing he hasn’t followed you, and with a glance back, you raise your brow once more. “Coming?”

Scott blinks, “you are?”

“Well, yeah,” you sigh, as if that was obvious. “I wanna see what scared you so much!”

Scott sighs, his cheeks somewhat red in embarrassment and then he’s walking, catching up to you. You let him fall in front, not wanting to hurt his man-pride anymore than you already have. And the two of you continue to walk in silence until you are both on the front porch and Scott has his bat raised protectively once more.

You can’t help it, but you feel your heart beat quicken a little bit at the silence and darkness that surrounds the both of you. You may have made fun of it only a moment ago, but you can’t help but feel slightly thankful that Scott has that bat now.

The two of you continue to inch around the front porch, the atmosphere tense until you suddenly hear a bristling noise and there’s a body popping upside down in front of you. You and Scott both scream, Scott immediately raising his bat threateningly in response as you grab a hold of his shoulders and cower behind him.

It takes you a moment to realize that it isn’t just you and Scott screaming, and rather another.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!”

“You weren’t answering your phone!” Stiles’s screeches in response, until his head turns slightly to the left. “Why do you have a bat?”

“He thought you were a predator,” you cut in, stepping out past Scott with a small smile on your lips. Stiles meets your eyes for a second, the background dimming to the back of your mind. It’s just a moment where Stiles is the only one you can focus on, him the same, before Stiles’s snaps out of his stupor.

“A predator?” He squeaked, coughing slightly. “I-wha-look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back on your feet. “This should be good.”

“I saw,” Stiles continues, ignoring your little comment. “my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.”

“For what?” Scott grumbles.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles explains before flipping himself up and over so he’s back on his feet. 

“A dead body?” You question, taking a step forward to lean over the fencing.

Stiles pops up, “no, a body of water,” he deadpans. “Yes, a dead body.”

“Hey!” You exclaim, brows furrowing in indignation.

You and Scott step back, giving Stiles room to hop over the fence and land in front of the both of you. 

“You mean like murdered?” Scott adds, finally setting down the bat.

“Nobody knows yet,” Stiles clarifies, sighing. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on,” Scott argued, “if they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

A smile fell on Stiles’s lips as he leaned back in excitement; “that’s the best part.” He pauses a moment for dramatic affect. “They only found half.”

Oh God, that didn’t mean-

“We’re going.”

“I don’t think that’s suc-”

Stiles ignores you, stepping forward and grabbing a hold of both yours and Scott’s wrists, tugging you forward. You turn to look at Scott, trying to tell him, through your eyes, that this is a bad idea. Very bad idea. But he’ll barely even look at you.

Sighing, you pull your wrist out of Stiles’s wrist, causing both boys to halt and look at you.

“I’m not going,” you state, shaking your head as you take another step back.

“What?” Stiles screeches, once again. “But Y/N, this is the-”

“Nope,” you interrupt, waving your hands out before you. “And neither should you two. Not only is it dangerous, but if your dad catches you, Stiles...”

“That’s the best part! The fun is in the thrill of danger!”

You turn to Scott; “Scott?”

He doesn’t look at you right away, hesitating at first before you clear your throat, making sure he knows your patience is wearing thin. Then, finally, he turns his head to glance at you, and you already know what he’s going to say by the look in his eyes.

“Oh, Scott...” You sigh.

“Come on!” Stiles exclaims, his lips curled into a bright and excited grin. “It’ll be fun!”

“Maybe for you two,” you rebut, “but not me.”

Turning around, you move until your back is facing the both of them, heading towards the front door. Just as you’re open to pull it open, your hand resting on the door knob, you turn to see both boys still looking at you. With a small shake of your head, you wave your hand. “Have fun for me!” You call, smiling.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna come?” Scott calls back, hesitating a moment longer.

“I’m sure! Besides, we have school tomorrow, remember?”

-

“As you all know, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night.”

With your head resting in the palm of your hands, you can’t help but notice your brother turn around, meeting Stiles’s gaze across from him who winks in response. Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to the front of.

Boys...

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

A serious of groans follows your teacher’s words, you even following along with a small groan of your own.

Picking up your head, you pick up the piece of paper your teacher was talking about, setting it down before grabbing a hold of your pencil. Just as you’re about to get started on your syllabus, you notice Scott flinch out of the corner of your eye, his body freezing up in response.

With furrowed brows, you watch him look around the classroom, before spinning around in his seat, facing you. 

“Scott?” You whisper, voice hushed; “you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, and something tells you he doesn’t really mean it. “Yeah, i’m fine.” He turns back around before you can say anything more.

You hesitate a moment longer before focusing back onto your work, watching the back of your brothers head suspiciously before shrugging. There’s not much you can do now, and if he says he’s fine, well... you’re just going to have to take his word for it.

Plus, you’d know if something really was wrong - he’s your twin.

A moment later, the classroom door opens and your principal steps in, followed by a pretty brunet haired girl.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent,” he introduces, and she offers a nervous smile in response. “Please do your best to make her feel welcome.” He leaves then, and Allison steps into the classroom, walking past two aisles before stepping into the one you and your brother are in, taking the empty seat in front of him.

Once again, just as you’re about to go back to your syllabus, you see Scott lean forward, tapping the new girls shoulder.

She spins, eyes narrowed in confusion before they fall on the pen Scott’s holding out for her. “Thanks,” she says, her lips curling into a soft smile, but her eyebrows twitch slightly in bewilderment.

Well, that was... odd.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s metamorphosis, on page one hundred and thirty-three.”

-

“That jacket is... absolutely killer. Where’d you get it?”

“My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.”

“And you are my new best friend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jackson sweep in next to Lydia, wrapping an arm around her waist, the two of them smiling at one another, before they start making out.

“And i’m Y/N,” you finally speak, pulling Allison’s gaze on you. 

“Oh,” she exclaims, her lips curling into a polite grin. “I’m Al-”

“Allison,” you finish, smiling with a nod. “Yeah, I know. We just had first period together.”

“Right,” she nods.

“Don’t mind Lydia,” you whisper with a grin, fully aware Lydia can hear you, leaning forward slightly. “She’s a bit... sudden, but she means well.”

“Of course I mean well,” Lydia replies, butting back into the conversation as she sends you a smirk. “I’m Lydia,” she introduces, setting a hand against her chest before gesturing to Jackson who’s stood beside her. “And this is Jackson. You are?”

“Allison,” you answer for the girl, turning to the couple. “If you weren’t too busy making out, you would’ve known that.”

“Oh, I heard,” Lydia smiles, “just thought I should be polite.”

Rolling your eyes, you laugh lightly, nodding your head. Sometimes, it’s best to just agree with Lydia.

“So,” Lydia continues, turning to Allison. “This weekend, there’s a party.”

“A party?” Allison questions.

“Yeah...” Jackson nods, “Friday night.”

“You should come,” you offer, smiling up at the girl.

“Uh, I can’t,” Allison explains, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re sure?” Jackson frowns, “I mean, everyone’s going after the scrimmage.”

“You mean like football?”

“Footballs’ a joke in Beacon,” Jackson explains, leaning against the locker. “The sport here is lacrosse. We’ve won the state championship for the past three years.”

Leaning back, Lydia wraps her arms around Jackson; “because of a certain team captain.” With a grin, and a slight giggle, she presses a kiss against his cheek.

You look away in slight discomfort.

You love Lydia, but sometimes being the third-wheel sucked.

“Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don’t have anywhere else--”

“Well, I was going to--”

“Perfect,” Lydia interrupts, “you’re coming.”

Lydia grabs a hold of Allison’s wrist, pulling her forward but her head turns around, meeting your eyes. “You coming, Y/N?”

The three of them stop and you part your lips to answer before your gaze falls to your left. Catching sight of both Scott and Stiles, you send a quick smile; “i’ll catch up later. Save me a seat!”

“Of course!” Lydia calls back.

“Oh no,” you hear Jackson groan, pulling your eyes on him. “Don’t tell me-”

“Play nice, Whittemore,” you warn teasingly, pointing a finger at him. “He’s still my brother.”

“But you’re so much cooler!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Laughing lightly, you turn your back to your friends, lightly jogging over to Scott and Stiles who are leaning against the lockers. With a bright smile, you stop before them; “hey,” you breathe, “ready for practice?”

“Oh, yes. Of course I am. Ready to embarrass myself.” Stiles groans.

“Hey,” you call, frowning. “That’s not true. Besides, i’ll be there to cheer the both of you on.”

“Thanks,” Stiles grins, shaking his head.

You smile back, turning to Scott to at least get a thank you in return as well but he’s just staring, seemingly past your shoulder. Following his line of vision, your eyes fall on the spot you were stood in not two seconds ago. A light bulb goes off in your head.

“Ooh, new girl, huh?”

Scott blinks, as if registering, finally, that you’re there. “Huh?”

“Allison,” you repeat, “you’ve got a thing for the new girl.”

“I do not.”

Turning to Stiles, you grin; “he so does.”

-

“I don’t know what it was.”

Following behind Stiles, you furrow your brows at Scott’s words.

“It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball,” Scott adds, picking up the pace in his step as he takes a moment to glance back at the two of you. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I can... hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things?” Stiles asked, “like what?”

“Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

Pausing, Stiles shakes his head, “I don’t even have any mint mojito-” He pauses once again, face scrunching up as he pulls out the exact piece of gum Scott had just been talking about.

It takes you a moment to process the information, but the moment you do, you don’t believe it. “Just hold on a moment,” you call, never taking a step forward, causing the two boys to halt again, turning to face you. “You haven’t even explain to me why we’re out here. Or what exactly happened last night that led you to be able to hear and do these things?”

Scott pauses, glancing at Stiles, reluctant.

“Well, you’re the one that forced me to come out with the both of you!” You remind your brother, impatient. “I could’ve been out, being your wing-woman for Allison-”

“Okay, okay,” Scott sighs, interrupting you as he steps forward, reaching you. You jerk back in surprise when he lifts his shirt, your lips opening in indignation before you see the large bandage on the side of his hip. Your eyes widen in concern, lips parting in bafflement.

“Scott, what-”

“I was bit last night.”

Hold on. “By what?”

“A wolf.”

“What he thinks is a wolf,” Stiles cuts in, popping his head past Scott’s shoulder.

“Okay...” You say, slowly. “And you think that’s the reason that all this has been happening?”

“It has to be.”

“And... why are we here?”

“Because it happened here, in the forest, last night.”

Nodding once more, you, Scott and Stiles start walking once more, still puzzled. “So, all this started with a bite?”

“What if it’s like an infection,” Scott mumbles, trying to make sense of it all. “Like my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“You know what?” Stiles comments, “I actually think I’ve heard of this - it’s a specific kind of infection.”

Scott pauses, whipping around to face Stiles. You do the same, anxious.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Stiles nods, “I think it���s called lycanthropy.”

“What’s that?” You asked, voice pitching in panic.

“Is that bad?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.”

With just those four last words, your shoulders slump, worry dissipating.

Scott reels his head back, still too gullible for his own good, confused; “once a month?”

“Mm-hmm,” Stiles mumbles, “On the night of the full moon.”

Slapping yourself in the forehead, you groan as Stiles imitates (poorly, by the way) a wolf’s howl. “Jesus Christ...”

“Hey, man...” Scott snaps, slapping Stiles in the chest before turning and continuing to walk.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling,” Stiles reminds, making a funny face.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest, hanging back.

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me,” Scott argues, and you frown. It seems a little far-fetched that he’s actually able to do all that he says he is, but he’s not wrong. There could be something wrong with him.

“I know!” Stiles exclaims, “you’re a werewolf! Rrr!”

“Okay,” you butt in, meeting Stiles’s eyes. “That’s enough.”

“Okay,” Stiles’s chuckles, “obviously, i’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s cause Friday’s a full moon.”

“Stiles,” you call, pulling the boys eyes on you. “He’s not a werewolf.”

You move to walk forward, only then noticing, as Stiles lets out one more soft chuckle, that Scott has suddenly stopped. “No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I  saw the body, the deer came running.” He bends down, touching the leaves. “I dropped my inhaler.”

“You lost your inhaler?” You exclaim, eyes widening. What else hadn’t he told you?

“Maybe the killer moved the body,” Stiles offers.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler.”

“He better have,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Those things are like eighty bucks.” Stiles and Scott continue to look (uselessly) at the ground, and as you raise your head, gazing around the forest, you never expect to see a man standing to your left. Jumping slightly, a gasp leaves your lips, flinching back.

“Um... guys,” you whisper, slapping Stiles repeatedly in the shoulder.

He looks up, flinching just like you had when he sees what caused you to panic. Doing the same thing you’d done to him, he slaps Scott’s shoulders, pulling the boys attention on the man stood in front of you. 

Just as Scott stands up, the man starts walking towards the three of you.

“What are you doing here?” He stops once he reaches you guys; “huh? This is private property.”

“Uh. sorry man,” Stiles apologizes, rubbing at the back of his nervously. “We didn’t know.”

“Yeah,” Scott continues, “we were just looking for something, but... uh, forget it. Umm.”

You blink when the man pulls his left hand out of his pocket, tossing Scott exactly what he’d been looking for - Scott’s inhaler.

He turns then, sending the three of you one last threatening look before walking off.

“All right,” Scott mumbles, “I gotta get to work.”

“Dude,” Stiles moves, slapping Scott in the chest. “That was Derek Hale. You guys remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?” You shrug.

“His family,” Stiles clarifies, “They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.”

“I wonder what he’s doing back.”

Eyeing the distant figure of Derek Hale, you shrug your shoulders. “I’m not complaining.”

Both boys send you an affronted look.

“What! He’s cute!”

-

Raising your hand, you knocked three times on Stiles’s door, clasping your hands behind your back once you were done. Swinging back and forth on your feet, you bite your lip, glancing around the hallway as you patiently wait.

A moment later, the door is practically ripped open, Stiles’s panicked expression the first thing you see.

Immediately, your smile falls and is replaced by a look of concern. “Stiles?”

Without even a single word, Stiles leans forward, grabbing a hold of your wrist and practically yanking you inside. A yelp leaves your lips in response, eyes widening as he slams the door shut behind you. “Stiles, what the hell-”

“Just look!” He interrupts, grabbing a hold of his desk chair and spinning it. For a moment you’re baffled, wondering exactly what you’re looking for, before you see the three large claw marks on the back of the chair. Whatever animal did that, it clawed right through the leather of the chair.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, pressing a hand against your lips. “Stiles, what did that-”

“Scott.”

You blink, finally pulling your eyes off the chair to meet Stiles’s eyes. “What?”

“Scott did it,” he repeats, eyes still wide with panic.

“Stiles, what are you even talking about? That isn’t possible,” you shake your head, thoroughly baffled and confused. “There’s no way in hell that Scott did that. Those claw marks are from an animal... oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, stepping past the chair so he’s stood before you. He takes a few steps forward, growing somewhat uncomfortably close. “That joke from yesterday? Not a joke.”

“But,” you pause, unsure. “How is that even possible? Werewolf’s are just things of fictions.”

“Apparently not,” Stiles panics, “and tonight’s a full moon.”

Your eyes widen, if possible, even more. “Allison.”

When you’d heard that Scott had asked Allison out to the party and she’d said yes, you’d been ecstatic for him. But now... all you felt was dread.

“Exactly.”

-

Opening the passengers door to Stiles’s jeep, you shrug.

“She’s okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, “she’s okay.”

Stiles bites his lip, shaking his head in bafflement.

“I mean, that’s a good thing, right?” You clarify, “she’s safe.”

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, slowly. “Just doesn’t make sense.”

You nod too, unable to find any words that would better say that yes, you agree. None of this made sense. “I just still can’t believe this is real. My brother’s... a werewolf... I mean, that doesn’t even make any sense.”

You expect Stiles to reply, but instead, it’s just silent. With furrowed brows, you pick up your head, turning to look at him only to find Stiles already staring back at you. “Stiles?”

“Why’d you believe me so quickly?” He asks suddenly, causing you to blink. “I mean, when I tried to tell Scott, he didn’t believe me. Or... didn’t want to believe. But I didn’t really have to say or explain anything and you just knew... How?”

Biting your lip, you gaze out the front window, thinking. Why did you believe him so easily? Why had you just known that like and how?

“I guess... part of me thought it could be real even yesterday, when you were joking.”

Another moment of silence passes the both of you and you don’t miss the way Stile’s gaze lowers, and his shoulders fall.

“And... because I trust you.”

And just like that, he’s alert, snapping his gaze to you with wide eyes. “What?”

Turning to him, you meet his gaze, no sense of hesitation. “I trust you. So I had no reason to doubt you.”

Stiles glances down at his lap, grip tightening on his steering wheel. “You do?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, laughing lightly to dissipate the tense atmosphere that had flooded the car. “I mean, I’ve known you since I was little, Stiles. Of course I trust you.”

“Oh,” Stiles mumbles, “yeah, yeah. Of course.”

-

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