#scott mccall bashing

[nephilimeq]

Scott Was Never the Hero

Incoming Rant: Re-watching the first season of TW I have realised why I never felt that Scott was The Hero of the story even if the writers did not stop hammering the idea that he was pure and perfect and always right. He never sacrifices himself. This is a classic of fiction, the hero will always be the one who makes the greatest sacrifices for the common good and for those they love, renouncing happiness, normality and even their own life.

But Scott never does that. Even in the first season this is very clear. The first few episodes emphasise that playing lacrosse and dating Allison are things he wants, but are dangerous to himself and those around him. The narratively logical thing would be that, after a period of selfish refusal, he would realise that the right thing to do is to give up what he loves until he has better control of himself and his new powers, sacrificing his temporary happiness for the good of others.

Instead, the narrative rewards Scott with control gained through Deux Ex Machina and not hard work, he gets to date Allison and becomes a Lacrosse star without sacrifices and therefore doesn't grow or evolve at all. This keeps up for all 6 seasons. Meanwhile, everyone else around him is constantly sacrificing their safety, sanity and even life for the common good.

And ten years later in the movie nothing has changed. Scott’s still not the one performing the sacrifice, he's still not the hero yet. He gives nothing, but the narrative rewards him with true love. Meanwhile Derek gives his own life to save those he loves he is The Hero.

My reply to all of this?

Pretty much everyone else in Teen Wolf has been a hero in the show, and it has never been Scott.

We have so many other characters sacrifice and give up so much of themselves to Scott’s crusade, and to his illusion of power as a proverbial “True Alpha” (I throw up in the back of my throat just writing it), and we never see any of it acknowledged by anybody, let alone Scott.

As I have rewatched the series, it is glaringly obvious that Stiles is the true main character of the show. He is the one who pushes the narrative the most, he is the one who digs for the information when no one else will. He drove the entire narrative of finding out the truth about Derek’s past, about Malia’s past, about Kira’s past, and even about Theo (god, I hate his character, too).

Scott's actions throughout the years are completely performative and nearly always in his own self-interest. He coerces, guilts, and emotionally manipulates his "friends" throughout the show all in some perverse power play.

Derek, on the other hand, risks his life over and over again for not only his pack, but for Scott, too. Derek was willing to die for his pack, whereas Scott couldn’t even be inconvenienced by them getting kidnapped, assuming that they were already dead and not even wanting to go after them. Derek not only put his life on the line for his pack time and time again, but he also chose each one of them and gave them the option to say no to the bite. He made it appealing, yes...but he still gave them a choice. Scott never did.

Scott has never been the hero.

Ever.

[rosalinesurvived]

The townsfolk/students of Beacon Hills were very much justified in wanted to kill the supernatural considering the bullshit they’d been subjected to and the probability of more violence leading to trauma, and the show’s comparison to the Kristallnacht, a government-organised extermination of Jew’s livelihoods, means of money and culture because of racism is fucking insane bullshit that I cannot believe was swept over.

[spikeface]

Based on (x).

[zappedbyzabka]

Bluestocking

[thedevilsfamiliar]

Just saw a Scott McCall post that left my eyes rolling outta my head

Gotta remind y’all of my hatred for his character and that it’s not in fact racism 😂 “hatred for Scott was racism” funny af, no he’s just a shitty character

Idc about Tyler posey tho

[bidisasterevankinard]

I hate how people make Scott bad friend or even evil in fics. He was maybe not best at time and had flaws, but so is Stiles and other characters. But also let's not forget that in real canon this two were super close and Scott was fighting hard to get Stiles back in 3a.

[awktalksevenmore]

Part 1 of 50 Prompts of Healing!

1. Scott refuses to believe Theo when the guy starts going on about how Stiles brutally murdered someone.That’s his brother that Theo’s talking about, after all! In fact, Scott needs to get to Stiles right now, because if it is true, it’s obviously some side affect from the Nogitsune. There’s no way Stiles murdered at all, he needs to find out why Theo is trying to, to say all these crazy things and— Scott needs to check on Stiles. He remembers the other times he hasn’t.

2. Scott starts to like the way taking somebody else’s pain feels. He would never kill, he’s not built for that. He knows it’s cowardly. But taking the pain away is the least he can do for failing Allison and not being able to save her, it’s the least he can do for not being a good enough Alpha to notice Stiles’ losing his mind to the Nogitsune. It’s so easy to just hold the hands of whoever he has left. It’s easy to rest a hand on   Stile’s and Kira’s shoulders after a rough lacross game. It’s easy to swindle a high five out of Lydia when he notices her having headaches. It’s easy to take the pain away without them noticing. Strangely, after the Nogitsune, Scott finds it easier and easier to siphon away the ache of those arond him.

3. Scott really did mean well, it’s not his fault that he’s the hot girl! He was trying to help, damn it, and helping means making sure Stiles’ crush knows how great Stiles is! Scott tries to be a wingman for Stiles, but it just ends up with Derek thinking Scott and Stiles are together. Derek is a little confused.

4. Stiles travels back in time to after season one. He decides the best way to fix everything is by doing it by himself, so he fakes his death or goes missing.  Stiles did not factor in how Scott would react. It’s hard to control yourself when your anchor dies, even if you didn’t realize the person was an anchor. And soon, Scott's eyes are looking awfully blue. (Bonus points for wholesome Derek-babysitting-vengeful-and-angry-Scott).

5. To infiltrate a gang or some sort of supernatural society, Stiles and Scott have to pretend to be the darkest versions of themselves. Cue Scott acting like an asshole alpha who kills off useless pack members and Stiles acting like the Nogitsune with just a bit more sass. It’s oddly therapeutic for both of them.

6. Stiles’ dad is struggling to pay the bills. So is Scott’s mom. But Theo recently just moved out of his room at the Mccall house and the office downstairs isn’t really being used…Stiles and Scott living together shenanigans. Give me confused classmates, soft Mom Mccall for Stiles moments! Protective Sheriff Stilinski for Scott's moments! 

7. Scott travels back in time to fix some things. It’s awfully suspicious to everyone else, especially after the fiasco of Void, when Scott starts insisting on killing, turning, or stalking certain people. A somewhat dark!Scott concept only, everyone (read: Stiles) is a little disturbed by it.

8. Stiles is struggling with feeling real after the Nogitsune leaves. Scott is there to help him count his fingers. Meanwhile, all Scott can think about is how easy it was to sink his claws into his friends’ necks. Or! Five times Scott helps Stiles feel safe to be around and one time Stiles helped Scott feel safe to be around.

9. Stiles just wants to be a supportive friend! And Danny always seems to know what going on too, so why would Stiles question it?  Stiles doesn’t know Isaac moved in with Scott. All he (and Danny, apparently) sees is them being around each other all the time, Isaac glancing at Scott all the time. Them just being Scott and Isaac now. Any good friend would do what Stiles did! Which is, of course, try to needle a confession of Scott like-liking Isaac and insisting that Scott can “Talk to me about anything, bro, I love you, dude,”

Alternatively, the above prompt but it’s Stiles and Derek with Scott trying his darndest to be supportive.

10. Stiles and Scott both time travel. Derek is so confused as to why there are kids on his doorstep insisting that there is, apparently, “An earthquake about to happen and you and your family need to come with us right now, promise, trust us, c’mon, let’s go!”

[batcavescolony]

S5 E6 Lies Of Omission

I know why Scott is mad Theo didn't tell the actual story so he doesn't actually know but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK SCOTT!! I get you're going through shit but you're not even gonna get Stiles actual story? Just believe Theo? Stiles is ride or die, through thick and thin, hell and back. Like yeah Scott's got a lot on his plate but that's your brother in all but blood.

[philtatosbuck]

you realise that tyler posey begged on his hands and knees for this teen wolf movie, that he and jeff davis are the producers of the teen wolf movie and involved in the writing process (therefore responsible for what they did and said about arden) and that posey has been texting jeff davis and sending him plot ideas for the revival since the show got canceled right? arden had every reason to like a tweet against posey and jeff, and people have every right to shit on posey, jeff and the tw movie

did i say anything about tyler posey? actually, did i say anything about arden besides she was valid, even?

i do believe i was talking about scott mccall

i can't help it if you're incapable of separating the character from the actor but that is not the case for everyone, get well soon!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Must Read Fics

I asked, ya'll answered. Here's the list. More under the cut cause it's long. Enjoy.

@lovesouthernsweettea

Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

(23/23 I 122,787 I Mature I Sterek)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale."

@dereles

Safety in Silence by Survivah

(5/5 I 66,901 I Mature I Sterek)

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

@ceriat

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

(2/2 I 82,866 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

@kitchenisking

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

(29/29 I 115,506 I Explicit I Sterek)

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

@minmu

It's Insanity, but... by rosepetals42

(12/12 I 79,678 I Mature I Sterek)

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he's very specific on that fact.)

@noyzinerd

walk me down your broken line by geordielover

(1/1 I 18,411 I Explicit I Sterek)

The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house.

The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

@idoobeg

The Cool Kids by thankyouforexisting

(1/1 I 14,375 I Teen I Sterek)

Laura was four when her parents brought home a baby. [...] The next day, she grabbed a basket and put her brother in it. The four month old baby blinked sleepily at her, and she grinned, “Hey, brother. This is for my own good,” she’d heard something like that yesterday at the movies, and it sounded cool. She carried the basket into the Preserve, taking care not to wake her sleeping parents, and walked for a while before setting it gently on the ground. “Animals of the forests!” she cried, “This is my offering to you! Take this baby in exchange for my family’s safety!” // Laura has tried to abandon her siblings 13 times (each), has convinced Scott that life isn't real in 8 occasions, and she's made her parents wish they'd stayed childless about 1000 times, but not really. A story in which little Laura grows up, and learns.

@stilesxderek

ONE WEIRD TRICK TO CALM YOUR MIND! by DaaroMoltor

(1/1 I 13,138 I Explicit I Sterek)

The result of the quiz isn't particularly convincing.

What his dick does in response to the gif below is harder to argue with, however.

Derek doesn't help.

@cyppi94

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 81,018 I Teen I Sterek)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

@wolverinesrogue

He's Not Mine by Sunnee

(19/19 I 68,534 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

@kevaaronday

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

(87/87 I 275,695 I Mature I Sterek)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting...

@could-we-please-not

Prince Among Wolves by Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone)

(20/20 I 101,000 I Explicit I Sterek)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

@apathyvsempathywarinside

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(25/25 I 435,625 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

@shesosquare

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt

(43/43 I 83,838 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

@shealwaysreads

(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll

(9/9 I 78,759 I Explicit I Sterek)

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

@relatively_einstein

Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher)

(18/18 I 121,498 I Explicit I Sterek)

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They'd been together for two years now, and for two years they'd been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek's fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family's rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father's career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

(1/1 I 24,514 I Explicit I Steter)

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

Aggressive Support by Merwin_Me

(1/1 I 6,290 I Not Rated I Chris/Noah)

When Chris and Noah start dating, Stiles and Allison make it their business to keep anything from interrupting their dates. Peter's just along for the kicks.

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His dad was nervous for this date. As nervous as he had been whenever he and Claudia had decided to have a date night. His parents had never stopped being that awkward, loving, first time out couple together. And now it seemed like his dad was going down that road again, falling in love—Stilinski men fell in love hard whenever they did—dating, oh god doing to do no don’t go thinking that.

@thoughts-ideas-statements

Home Across the Universe

@savileho

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek

@xbeccaritax

The Mating Privilege

@comfyb

The Searching Ceremonies

@jinkeke

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool)

holding back the wind by race_the_ace

(1/1 I 22,314 I Explicit I Sterek)

Sometimes people fall in love young and that changes everything. This is the story of how it changed everything for Stiles and Danny.

@irat-that-s-me

Red String verse

where thou art, that is home

[martinskis-lydias]

I’m going to start this off by saying I love Sterek, and I love Stiles

But I will say that I tend to be turned off by teen wolf sometimes because it’s almost impossible to find Scott-centric teen wolf stuff and it bothers me??

Like if you search teen wolf on Etsy or redbubble for example, 90% of the stuff there will be stiles or Sterek. Sometimes even if you search “Scott McCall” you barely get anything for Scott

When you’re looking for fanfiction, finding a good Scott fic can be so hard, and you also have to really be prepared for Scott bashing in Sterek as well

And as someone who loves Scott, and other characters who are definitely under represented, it makes it really difficult to enjoy fandom content sometimes

[nephilimeq]

Scott McCall should have died in the Teen Wolf Movie instead of Derek Hale. Nobody cares about him or his “true alpha” Gary Stu bullshit 

Yeah, I don’t disagree.

Scott’s character never progressed. The only difference in the movie was that he was thirty-year-old douchebag instead of a teenage one. Derek should have taken over the pack.

[with-paint]

Bodies, Bites, and Bitches

Part 1 of ? of Poly Teen Wolf Rewrite Series

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (platonic paring) Scott McCall x reader (platonic pairing)

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: You and your best friends prepare for sophomore year only for corpses, animal bites, new abilities, and a chilling red head keep your gang from having a normal first day.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a dead body, bi!stiles,

A/N: Stiles is the most bisexual character I’ve ever seen so he’s bi in this fic. Mhm. In regards to the pairings, at the moment they are all just friends. Tadaaaa. Here’s the ficcc. Also gif is actually mine 🤷. More notes at the end if you wanna read what I have to say. If not that’s chill.

The soft whirring of your washing machine rumbled through the basement, spilling into your room from the laundry room next door. You stretched your arms above your head, eyes tired. 

You took a glance at the bottom corner of your laptop: 2 AM and lowered your arms with a groan. Why did you always do this to yourself? Every year, without fail, you pushed all your summer assignments to the last day. You had months to do them! But no, you just couldn’t. You had to write a paper about these drinks or something. Some history thing. Taking AP World History was a fucking mistake. You liked history, sure, but not enough to write a paper in the summer. It made you want to bash your brains out. 

You just couldn’t make words come out of you. 

You blew a breath of air out of your mouth and rubbed your eyes. This was not going great. 

Your phone lit up, buzzing happily next to you, the sound resonating from your wooden desk. You snatched it up and couldn’t resist an eye roll upon seeing who was texting you.

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Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): I WAS EAVESDROPPING AND SOME JOGGERS FOUND A BODY IN THE PRESERVE 

Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): MEET ME AT SCOTTS 

Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): WERE ALL GOING TO FIND IT 

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Leave it to Stiles to bother you and Scott at two in the morning to try to find a dead human body. You glanced at your pathetic excuse of a paper and sighed. 

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Y/N (2:03 AM): Be there in ten

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You hugged your brown hoodie to yourself as you trudged through the thick blanket of leaves surrounding Scott’s house. Cringing as they crunched loudly under you, you swore under your breath. You were going to kill Stiles. 

You glanced back at the street in front of Scott’s house and didn’t see his blue Jeep yet. Good, more time to scheme Stiles’ gruesome death. 

Maybe you could hit him with his car. Let his prized possession end him. You’re sure he would actually like that. Be rather touched by your consideration of his feelings. 

You snorted to yourself and watched in amusement as the blue Jeep itself swerved to park behind your car. Stiles clambered out of the driver’s seat in a hurry. He slammed the door rather loudly for two in the morning and you cringed and stole a glance up at the house. Hoping to God it didn’t wake up Ms. McCall. 

Stiles took a step towards you, but lurched backwards, his jacket pocket stuck in the door. You watched as he spun around to free himself, curses flying from him as he tugged on the handle. You raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the railing of Scott’s porch. 

Idiot. 

Why were you even friends with him? 

He bounded up to you with a grin. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, cheeks red from the cold and most likely his embarrassment. 

Oh right. He was endearing. Ever since you three were small you had a soft spot for Stiles. He was always so earnest. Brushing off embarrassment, always having something funny to say, being the smartest person in the room. He was great to be around. 

Except when he had stupid fucking ideas. 

Like this one. 

This was a stupid fucking idea. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and punched his arm before he could say anything else. 

“Ow!” He cried out, shying away from you as he gripped his bicep. 

“Shhh!” You hissed, waving your hands in the space between you. His offended expression turned sheepish as he looked up at Ms. McCall’s window. 

“Sorry.” Stiles said, laughing awkwardly. You rolled your eyes and moved to the beam on the right. Stiles’ eyes lit up as he rushed over. 

“We should go knock on Scott’s window.” You said with a grin. Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet and nodded. 

“Yes. Absolutely.” 

You looked up at the roof hanging over you and then at the railing. 

“Here, stand on the railing, climb up, and once you're up, lend me a hand.” You explained gesturing to the railing. Stiles nodded and did as you said. He was about to lean down to grab your hand when you both heard the door open. You looked at Stiles in fear, his expression mimicking that of a deer in headlights. 

“Hide!” You whispered at him and quickly hopped over the rail into the big bush. You dropped to the ground and stayed in a crouch, trying to keep hidden. 

You hoped to God it wasn’t Ms. McCall. You couldn’t stand the embarrassment. She already thought Scott had a crush on you, if she saw you outside her house at 2 AM, you’d never hear the end of it. 

You heard the deck creak and from your vantage point, you saw a red hoodie creep closer. Scott McCall. You breathed out slowly and moved to stand, but of course the third of your trio was an idiot and ruined the calm of the night by falling. 

Stiles fell from his spot on the roof, dangling upside down. His feet jammed under the trellis that Ms. McCall grew tomatoes on in the spring. You shrieked, jumping up, thinking he was about to fall on his face. Scott screamed, raising the bat, that he apparently had at the two of you. And lastly Stiles started yelling as the crooked jaw boy raised a baseball bat to his head. You three screamed for a couple seconds before realising there was no danger, and you were all being idiots. 

“Stiles! Y/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Scott cried, lowering his bat, and staring slack jawed at the upside-down boy and then looking down at you with disbelief. 

“You weren't answering your phone.” Stiles cried out gesturing to you like your presence there made him innocent. You stifled a smile and wiped at your forehead. These boys were going to age you.

“Why do you have a bat?” You asked, propping your elbow on the porch railing. You put your chin in your hand and batted your eyelashes up at Scott. 

He reddened and let his hand fall behind his back, as if he could hide the fact, he almost used Stiles as a piñata. 

“I thought you were a predator.” He mumbled to Stiles, spreading his arms wide. You grinned at his embarrassment. 

“A pre— I— wha—,” Stiles flailed. You were kind of amazed he was hanging so well. 

“Look. I know it's late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles' arms stopped fighting gravity and hung straight down, nearly hitting you in the face. You glared up at him but decided to let him talk. You also wanted to know what the fuck was going on. 

“I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” He looked down at you and grinned manically. You raised your eyebrows. Shit. You didn’t know dead bodies got that much interest. 

They only would if the killer hadn’t been caught.

You froze and looked up at Stiles. He wasn’t expecting you three to waltz into the woods while a literal murderer was on the loose, was he?

You tried to stop your thoughts from racing. The body was probably old. Stiles had texted you that joggers had found it. No jogger would be out at two, it had to have been found earlier. It was probably fine. You chewed at your lip and looked back up at them. 

“For what?” Scott asked. 

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles said, his breath visible in the late summer night. He used this dramatic ass reveal to finally get himself down. He unstuck his feet and fell into the bush beside you. 

“Hi.” He said grinning at you as he stuck the landing. You smiled. 

“Hi Stiles.”

“A dead body?” Scott cried looking down at the both of you. You snorted at this and rolled your eyes. Leave it to Scott to do a reality check. 

“No, a body of water.” Stiles deadpanned looking at you in exasperation. “Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” He hissed looking back up at Scott. He climbed over the railing and stood on the porch next to Scott. 

“Need help?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You shrugged and raised your hand. Scott grabbed your hand and hauled you up, probably eager to listen to the rest of the story. You picked some leaves off your shirt as you stood next to him. 

“Were they murdered?” You asked, trying to see if your killer theory held water. 

“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles said, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” Scott asked annoyance on his face at how casually Stiles was speaking. You raised your eyebrows and looked at Stiles. That was a good fucking point you hadn’t thought about yet. 

Stiles couldn’t contain his grin. “That's the best part.” He paused for effect looking between you and Scott. “They only found half.” He sang grinning fully now.

You and Scott shared a look of disbelief. 

“We're going.” Stiles said with a smirk. You reached down and grabbed the bat in Scott’s arms. 

Scott nodded absently as you gripped it tighter, seeming to agree you should be the one to have it. 

“Well. Your car or mine?” You asked, twisting your grip on the bat. Stiles drummed on his thighs in excitement. 

“That’s the spirit! Obviously, mine.” He said and joyfully cantered to his Jeep. You fell in with Scott as you walked over. 

“You sure this is a good idea?” You whispered to him, trying to keep Stiles from overhearing. 

Scott shrugged. “Nope.”

You threw your head back in a laugh despite the slowly worsening atmosphere. This was almost positively a horrible idea. You felt like the kids from that movie, Stand by Me. You read The Body by Stephan King last summer, but you could only remember the actor’s names and not the characters. Maybe you could be River Phoenix. You had such a big crush on him when you were younger. You eyed Stiles as he happily opened his car, he was Corey Feldman for sure. 

Scott opened the back and got in before you even reached the car, knowing you got car sick and needed to have the passenger seat. You smiled to yourself as you slid in the familiar blue Jeep. 

As much of a pain these boys caused you, you really did love them. 

You sucked in a breath and turned to look at your friends. 

“Let’s go find a dead body.” 

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Stiles pulled slowly up to the parking lot next to the Beacon Hills Preserve. The ominous ‘No Entry After Dark’ on the sign made you gulp. Might as well break that rule too. 

Before Stiles could turn off the car you unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out, Scott’s baseball bat gripped tightly in your hand. You personally didn’t want to be in the car when Stiles would start either a rant or a speech about something or another. He talked when he was nervous. You toed at some rocks on the ground for a few moments before Scott stepped out of the car too. 

Stiles bounced over in a flash, standing with his back to the entrance and looking at both of you. 

“Shall we?” He hummed and walked backwards a few steps, looking at Scott, then at you with a smirk. You stuck your tongue out at him and gripped the bat even tighter. 

“Why don’t you lead the way?” You cooed making Stiles make a face at you. He spun around and started walking into the forest. 

“After you.” Scott mumbled quietly. You didn’t feel like teasing him and just nodded, following the familiar buzz cut deeper in the woods. 

---

“We're seriously doing this?” Scott asked as you three walked. You had been waking for maybe ten minutes. Stiles had pulled a flashlight from his pocket and wasn’t being subtle at shining it everywhere. 

“You two are always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles called from in front of you. You scoffed and looked around the creepy forest, knowing there was a dead woman lying somewhere. 

“Yeah well, I meant like a carnival or something.  Not a half dead girl in the preserve.” You muttered kicking a stick. 

“And I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott said from somewhere behind you. You smiled as Stiles looked over his shoulder to give you a look. 

“Right, cause being a benchwarmer requires finesse.” You teased. 

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.” You had to admit Scott’s determination and idiocy was rather charming. 

“Hey, I like how you think, Scotty.” You said making your voice sweet. “Gotta believe it to be true. That whole manifesting idea.” 

“Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” Stiles added, giving you a sly smile over his shoulder.  

Scott laughed lightly at your teasing and you three walked for a few more moments. You twirled the bat lazily. 

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott said, breaking the silence. You blinked in surprise; you didn’t think to ask that. 

“Huh!” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks. You and Scott caught up to him and you two looked at him in disbelief. “I didn't even think about that.” He confessed sheepishly. 

“Yikes.” You said. Scott snorted and looked around the dark woods suspiciously. “And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” 

Stiles nodded with an impressed look, “Also something I didn't think about.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You said with your eyes narrowed. 

“It's…comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Scott said with a shrug. You smiled at him and brushed some hair out of your face. 

“I know.” Stiles said with a triumphant smile. Stiles gestured with his head towards a small hill and started to walk up it. You gripped some roots as you trudged upwards. You heard the gasps of air behind you and felt a pang of worry at Scott. 

You slowed once you got to the top and watched as he fell into a sit against a tree, shaking his inhaler and taking a puff. 

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” He gasped out to Stiles who was continuing onwards. 

You bit your lip but followed Stiles as he scrambled to lay on his stomach in the dry leaves. You hurried to lay next to him, and Scott fell in on your other side. 

You three stared at a line of men walking with their own flashlights and dogs. You grimaced and hastily shoved Stiles’ flashlight into the leaves. 

“Put that out! They’ll see it.” You hissed. He scrambled with it before clicking the off button. He hurried onto his feet and jogged away. 

“Wait, come on!” He called in a whisper yell as he ran. 

“Stiles!” Scott yelled, shaking his inhaler. You looked between them and moved to chase after Stiles. Scott had his inhaler; he could keep up. 

“Wait up!” Scott yelled at you. You slowed down but kept following Stiles in his frenzy to go…wherever it was that Stiles was going. 

“Stiles!” You yelled this time. You kept your eyes on the line of men moving your way. You rushed forward, following Stiles as he tried to find the end of their line and get to safety. You heard Scott trip behind you and him yell your name. 

“Y/N!” You almost rammed into Stiles as he stopped to look back for Scott. You did the same and took a couple steps towards where you heard his voice last. 

A dog barking, much louder this time, stopped you cold as you felt the warmth of a flashlight on you. Stiles fell to his back as the dog came closer and tried to attack him. You looked at the man holding him. 

“Stop!” You yelled trying to keep your friend safe. Stiles kept scrambling back. 

“Hold it right there! And you don’t move!” The cop yelled, keeping his flashlight on you and the dog on Stiles. You gulped and looked helplessly as the dog strained against the leash to try and get at Stiles. 

“Hang on, hang on.” Someone yelled. You turned and nearly started swearing once you saw who it was. 

Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles’ dad. 

“This little delinquent belongs to me.” He said looking down at Stiles with disappointment. He looked up at you and sighed. “I know that one too.” 

Stiles scrambled up and you gripped his sleeve. You gave him a once over to make sure he was alright, and you both turned to the Sherriff like you were children again and he caught you stealing cookies from Mrs. Stilinski’s cookie jar. 

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles asked, trying to appear casual. You let his sleeve go and shook your head at him. 

“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” Mr. Stilinski asked, lips tight in disappointment. Stiles flailed for an answer. 

“No, heh. Not the boring ones.” He confessed with a grimace. Mr. Stilinski nodded softly and looked at you. 

“I see you dragged Y/N down with you as usual.” He looked around at the trees then. “Where’s the third of your trio?”

You wanted to speak up, but decided this was between Stiles and his dad, talking would only make things worse. 

“Who, Scott?” Stiles exclaimed with a fake laugh. “Sc - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow.” He sighed and looked at you quickly in apology. You knew what he was about to say, and you were glad the Sheriff wasn’t looking at you. Your disgusted face would give away the lie. 

“It's just us. In the woods. Alone. Romantic time?” Stiles said, making it sound completely unbelievable as his voice cracked on the last word. You pursed your lips as Mr. Stilinski looked at you and then raised his flashlight to look into the woods. 

“Scott, you out there? Scott?” He yelled scanning through the trees for any sign of him. He seemed to be satisfied and looked back at you and Stiles with a sigh.  

“Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car.” Mr. Stilinski stepped forward and grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck, hauling him forward. You followed, baseball bat dragging sadly in the mud. 

“And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy and how to treat someone on a date.” You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing as you three walked back the way you had come. 

Stiles kept saying ‘ow’ every two seconds, probably hoping to annoy his dad into letting his neck go, but no dice. 

While Mr. Stilinski was distracted, you stole a lasting glance behind you, hoping Scott could see you. A skinny, asthmatic, sixteen-year-old, all alone in the woods with a plethora of police and half a dead body. What could go wrong? Would the police catch Scott? And if they didn't, how would he get home? 

Beacon Hills wasn’t the biggest town, and you weren’t very far into the ever-expanding preserve. But Scott might have to take a roundabout way through the woods to get to the road. Being seen by the police wouldn’t be a good thing. Especially if Mr. Stilinski wasn’t there. They might think he was a killer or something. 

That led you to another thought as you were walking back to Stiles’ car. Rain started to trickle down the canopy of leaves, leaving your hoodie damp and heavy. 

The cop seemed so ready to catch someone. Was so ready to let his dog attack Stiles. His face when the Sheriff had told him off was somehow disappointed. 

You crossed your arms and stepped into the parking lot next to Stiles’ Jeep. 

They haven't found whoever killed the woman. So the killer really was out there. Maybe even out here in the woods.

Mr. Stilinski let his hand drop and he gently shoved Stiles closer to his car. You stepped in next to him and faced the Sheriff together. 

He sighed and brought a hand to wipe some rain away from his eyes. 

“Stiles. I know you have an interest in these things, but there is a dead woman in the woods. Her family is in mourning, the entire department is on the lookout trying to give them some peace. This is real life, not an interesting movie or tv show.” Stiles ducked his head in embarrassment. You kicked some pebbles. 

“The woods at night is no place for teenagers. Especially when there is something dangerous going on. When I get calls about cases,” Mr. Stilinski made a pointed look at Stiles. “Do not follow me to them. For Pete's sake you could get hurt.”

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, but you elbowed him as inconspicuously as you could. He shut up.

“And bringing Y/N here. I don’t believe you guys were on a date, but if you were, really?” It was his turn to give you a look. One that read disappointment. “Thought you had more sense than to go canoodling in the woods with Stiles.”

“Hey!” Stiles interjected as you grinned at the Sheriff. 

“Yes sir.” You said trying not to laugh at the offended expression Stiles was making at you two. The Sheriff smiled and gave Stiles a pat on the shoulder. 

“We’ll talk more in the morning. Now get Y/N home. You two have school tomorrow.” And with that he gave you two one last look and headed back into the preserve. 

“C’mon Mieczyslaw.” You said making Stiles groan as you got into his car. 

“I’m so lucky you’re here. He would’ve talked my ear off about safety and privacy and being a sixteen-year-old.” Stiles huffed, grimacing. He turned the key into the ignition and you two pulled away from the woods and whatever was laying in it. 

You leaned your head onto the window and closed your eyes. Stiles was silent for once as he started the drive to your house. 

Your car wouldn’t be in the driveway. But as long as you left for school before your parents woke up it would be fine. Could have Stiles pick you up and give them a lie about wanting to ask your teacher a question. 

You grimaced as you thought of it. Early on the first day of school? Your parents better not start having expectations from you. 

Stiles drummed a pattern on the steering wheel with his thumbs and it was a comforting sound. 

You couldn’t help but notice Mr. Stilinski avoided saying anything about what killed the woman. Just that the woods were dangerous. Maybe he meant that there was either an animal or a murderer on the loose. You didn’t know of any animal that could rip a person apart at the waist though. 

Probably a person. 

People were vicious. 

“You think it was an anim-” 

“No.” You said cutting Stiles off. He looked over at you and stuck his tongue out. At least you were in agreement it was a person not an animal attack. 

“Should’ve left you in the woods. Scott wouldn’t treat me this way.” He sniffed as he pulled into your driveway. You smirked and unbuckled your seatbelt. 

“Mhm. Pick me up at 6 so my parents don’t see my car is missing.” Stiles groaned and leaned his head down on the steering wheel. You laughed and ran a hand over his buzzed hair. He swatted at your hand as you laughed some more. You got out of his Jeep and glared at the sky as rain pummeled you. 

“Bye Stiles.” You called as you walked up to your door. You turned to see him mocking you by mouthing the words with a miserable expression. You smiled as he drove away. 

Scott was dead for sure.

You pursed your lips and nodded. 

Yep. 

Dead. 

You and Stiles were also the worst friends in the history of friends. 

You pushed open your front door and looked around suspiciously for your parents. Thankfully they were asleep, and you trudged downstairs to your room. 

You glanced at your open laptop and groaned; eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

The fuckin essay. 

---

You groaned and hit the off button on your alarm clock. 5:40 AM flashed at you in angry red lighting. 

Fuckin joy. 

You were going to kill Stiles again for this. 

Every plan he had; made you suffer. You smiled to yourself as you rolled out of bed. You could probably blame everything on Stiles if you thought hard enough. 

You stumbled into your bathroom. 

Your broken finger in 4th grade was from a volleyball being thrown at you and it bending the wrong way. Who was next to you and could probably have gotten the ball? Stiles. You brushed your teeth as you cussed out baby Stiles in your mind. 

You got caught cheating on your 8th grade science test. Who was the idiot who couldn’t move his paper a little closer to you, so it didn’t look suspicious? Stiles. 

You changed your clothes quickly and quietly made your way upstairs. 

Everything was obviously Stiles’ fault. You and Scott were just poor accomplices. 

You were suddenly filled with memories of when you and Scott had shoved Stiles onto the ice-skating rink one year which resulted in him breaking an arm. Guilt swarmed in your mind and you sighed it away.

You grabbed your backpack and shrugged. Obviously, Stiles’ fault for not knowing how to skate. 

You tumbled outside and were relieved to see the Jeep sitting in your driveway. You hated waiting in the cold. You shoved your backpack at your feet and climbed into the car. 

“Morning.” You said with a yawn. Stiles covered his mouth as he yawned in response. 

“I really hate you.” He said and pulled out to drive to the school. 

You nodded. 

That was fair. 

“You get Scott’s text last night?” Stiles asked, turning onto the main road. You straightened your shirt and shook your head, looking over at him. 

He was wearing a blue shirt with a target on it, a gray hoodie, and a blazer of all things on top of it. He looked kind of stupid, but somehow kind of cool? 

Maybe cool wasn’t the right word. It matched him. It was a thrown together outfit that somehow coordinated to match his personality. Random pieces that shouldn’t fit together but do. Like the things he said never seemed to correlate, but they still made you and Scott laugh because of how true they were. 

Stiles pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the school, as a sophomore, your class wasn’t prioritized for parking spots. He dug out his phone and handed it to you.

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Scott (3:43 AM): I just got bit by some animal or something. I’m at home by the way 

Stiles (3:43 AM): Shit how bad is it? You text Y/N?

Scott (3:43 AM): I texted, but she didn’t answer 

Stiles (3:44 AM): I’m sorry man. You should get some sleep and like patch it up or something

Scott (3:45 AM): I’m goin to bed but I got a huge gauze on the bite 😬 

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You turned to Stiles a little sheepishly. You had chucked your phone on your bed and cranked out your stupid essay until around 4 AM. 

You didn’t want any more texts from either of your idiot friends. In retrospect that was really stupid as Scott could’ve tried texting you for help or something. But you were glad he was okay and got home. 

You raised your eyebrow and handed him back his phone. 

“A bite, hm?”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, turning to grab his backpack from the back seat. You jerked out of the way when his lacrosse stick almost whacked you in the face.

“He could’ve gotten mauled or something. We’re grounded from hanging with Scott for at least a week.” You said making Stiles whip around and shove you lightly into your door. 

“We’re grounded?!” He exclaimed jaw dropping, but you noticed the corners of his mouth were tilting upwards in a smile. 

“Yeah, grounded!” You replied, laughing and threw your door open. He laughed and followed you outside. 

“What, did your parents implement this?” Stiles mused nudging you. You made a face as you both started walking towards the entrance. 

“It’s me. Don’t want Scott to get dragged into more danger for at least a week.” You said crossing your arms. Stiles groaned. 

“Then we can’t go to the stupid restaurant you love.” Stiles said, gesturing wildly. It was your turn for your jaw to drop and you spun around to walk backwards, wanting to face Stiles instead of glance at him sideways. 

“Okay first off, Kelly’s isn’t stupid. Not my fault you and Scott decided to order the spicy chili fries. It says ‘spicy’ on it. You two should’ve known it would kill your stomach and give you  diarrhe-” Stiles cut you off by rushing forward and covering your mouth with his palm. You glared at him and licked his hand making him jerk away in disgust. 

“Don’t need to be yelling that for the whole school to hear.” Stiles said with an awkward laugh, wiping his hand on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes but let him do it. 

“Oh, look there’s Scotty!” You yelled suddenly, spotting your friend by the plants in front of the entrance. You widened your eyes at Stiles playfully and ran over, leaving him to chase after you. 

“Alright let’s see the damage.” You said bounding over to Scott. He sighed and lifted his shirt without another word. 

“Ooh!” Stiles cringed out as he came to stand next to you, looking at the large white bandage on Scott’s otherwise golden skin. 

“Yeah.” Scott said flatly. 

Stiles and you made to touch it and Scott jerked back with a Whoa! 

“It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you two. 

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. At least he wasn’t knifed by whoever killed the woman. Animal attack wasn’t so bad, even if it could never be a wolf. 

“Uh huh.” Scott said. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and shared a look with Stiles. “No. Wasn’t a wolf” 

“I heard a wolf howling.” 

“No, you didn't.” Stiles said, crossing his arms. Scott floundered and looked at you in disbelief. 

“What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?” Scott asked annoyance bleeding into his voice. 

“California doesn't have wolves. There was this whole eradication thing ages ago. Did you not listen in middle school history, you nerd?” You asked tilting your head to look at Scott. Stiles nodded in agreement. 

“Really?” Scott asked in disbelief. 

“Yes, really.” Stiles said with a small laugh. “There are no wolves in California.”

You leaned your head on Scott’s shoulder then. Your forehead pressing onto him. He absentmindedly patted your head. 

“All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.” Scott said triumphantly. You sighed and pushed off Scott as Stiles grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking him a little. 

“You— are you kidding me?”

“No, guys, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.” Scott said with a shudder. You frowned and patted his arm sympathetically. 

“Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since,” Stiles looked around to think of something better than dead bodies and grinned, eyes catching something. “—Since the birth of Lydia Martin.”

The girl in question walked by, strawberry curls bouncing as she smiled with her friends. “Hey, Lydia— You look— Like you're gonna ignore me.” Stiles said with a grin fading. Scott snickered and you tried to hide your smile at Stiles making an ass out of himself. You grabbed your water from your backpack. 

“Stiles you get obsessed way too easily.” You said taking a sip of the water. He spun around, arms almost whacking into Scott as he looked at you. 

“I do not! It’s just Lydia Martin.” You gave him an unimpressed look and took another sip. 

“Remember Luke Freeman in fifth grade?” You said talking around your straw. Scott snorted into his hand at Stiles’ face. You started ticking names off your fingers. 

“Or Jake Amin? Or Olivia Diaz? Or-” 

Stiles cut you off by slapping your water bottle out of your hand. You watched it spill onto the ground, it lands on its side, water pooling from it. 

You looked up at Stiles with eyes narrowed, annoyed. Scott bent down with a wince and handed it back to you. 

“Okay! Let’s talk about something other than all the people I’ve had desperate crushes on. Don’t need to dwell on that right now.” Stiles exclaimed, putting a hand on your shoulder, and shoving you towards the school entrance. You made eye contact with Scott and cackled as you were shoved. 

“Scott, you're the cause of this, you know.” Stiles grumbled, hiking up his backpack. 

“Uh huh.”

“Draggin' me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued as you three stepped into the building. “Me and Y/N are nerds by association. We’ve been scarlet - nerded by you.”

You shook your head at Stiles with a smile on your face. 

“Oh hey, I’ll stay for your practice and maybe you drive me and Scott over to his house? I need my car.” You asked moving to walk towards your locker. Stiles nodded, eyes darting around the hallway. You and Scott exchanged unamused looks as Stiles’ eyes settled on Lydia Martin. 

He was a mess. 

“We’ll see you later Y/N.” Scott said, dragging Stiles towards their class. You smiled and turned the other direction to head towards your history class. It was always annoying when they had a class together and you didn’t. But you had two classes with Scott and two with Stiles, so it made up for it. One of the classes had them both in it. You were looking forward to that one: Chemistry. It was going to be a shit show for sure. 

You dropped your bag down next to a desk in the back and crossed your arms on the table and nestled into them. Maybe you could sleep through the misery and maybe your teacher would forget to ask for everyone to turn in their essays. 

“Alright class, put your summer essays into the basket over there.” Your older teacher said breezing into the room once the bell rang. 

Or not. 

You handed your paper to an acquaintance with a puppy dog look, and he rolled his eyes and walked over to the basket for you. 

“You’re pathetic Y/N.” Danny Mahealani said sitting back down in front of you. You stuck your tongue out at him and rested your head back into your arms. 

---

The bell rang and you sat up in a jolt. No one seemed to notice that you had fallen asleep, and you grabbed your bag and followed Danny out with a sheepish smile directed towards your teacher. 

“Pathetiiic.” Danny called as you headed to Scott’s locker. You flipped him off over your shoulder and smiled at Scott in greeting. You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was staring off across the hall. You turned to see what he was looking at. If he was going to stare so openly then you might as well.

A tall pretty girl with pale skin and a long blue scarf was talking to Lydia Martin. You blinked in surprise and turned to look back at Scott. 

Someone was smitten and it was only 9:00 in the morning. Stiles looked longingly at Lydia, and you rolled your eyes. 

Make that two people smitten. 

You clapped loudly and they both blinked in surprise to see you standing there. 

“Who’s she?” You asked, nodding behind you. 

Cierra, a girl you used to be partners with in science last year, pulled up next to Stiles. “She's in our English class. She’s new. Her name is Allison Argent.” 

You nodded at her, impressed. Stiles and Scott were idiots, they were too busy drooling to give you the juicy information. 

You settled in between Scott and Stiles and leaned against the lockers. 

“Can someone tell me how she’s here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?” Cierra asked, making you snort at Stiles' face. He looked both envious and way too knowledgeable on the workings of Lydia Martin. You crossed your arms, knowing he was about to say something either stupid or true. 

“Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together.” 

You weren’t disappointed. Stupid, yet true. 

“Nuh uh there’s gotta be a reason.” Cierra said with furrowed brows. 

“Name one person in their group that isn’t hot. Just one. Name one.” Stiles said getting surprisingly worked up about this. You thought for a moment and snapped your fingers. 

“Danny isn’t the best looking.” You mainly said this because of him razzing you earlier. He was fine. Liking someone based on looks was stupid anyway. 

“That’s cause you aren’t a gay guy.” Stiles said, waving his hand at you in dismissal. You laughed and shifted to look at Scott. He was still staring at Allison and Lydia. You looked over. Also, Jackson Whittemore was there now. Yikes. 

You never understood what Lydia saw in him, but then again, she seemed rather shallow. 

But you didn’t really know either of them. Maybe Jackson was a nice guy? You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you thought that. Yeah, no. He was a total dick. 

The warning bell rang, and you sighed. You grabbed Scott’s sleeve and tugged him away from his creepy staring. 

“C’mon we got chemistry.” You said and pulled Stiles along for good measure. Cierra gave you a look that said, ‘why do you talk to these idiots?’ And rushed away to her next class. 

“Yo! Lay off the merchandise.” Stiles huffed pulling away from you. You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the Chemistry classroom.

Why did you hang out with them? 

---

School passed quickly with every class containing talks about the syllabus and talk about the body. At lunch Scott announced their English teacher had said a person was in custody. You nearly threw your sandwich at Stiles when he didn’t know who it was. He was supposed to be good at keeping tabs on criminal activity in Beacon Hills. He was an honest disappointment. 

The last bell rang, and you stumbled out of your ceramics class that you had to share with Lydia and Allison.

You eyed them as you walked behind them to the lacrosse field. 

Where to begin with Lydia Martin.

Stiles had a crush on her since the third grade. Well, he had a crush on a lot of people since then, but she was always the constant one. She was very beautiful, in a sophisticated way. You didn’t know what the Martin’s did, but it had to be something with a lot of money. That, or Lydia was amazing at buying knock off designer brands. If that was the case, then she went up several rungs on her likability ladder. 

Other than her clear sense of high-end fashion, there wasn’t much you knew about her. She had a lot of friends and was dating Jackson Whittemore who was the captain of the lacrosse team. But that was it? As long as Stiles had been trailing after her you never really saw a glimpse into her personality. Sure, you could make deductions based on what you say; entitled, rude, cunning, but you didn’t actually know her. 

You thought her entitled and rude because of how dismissive she acted towards Stiles. Then again if you were a hot popular girl and a gangly nerdy boy wouldn’t stop hitting on you, then yeah you would be dismissive too. Hell, if anyone wouldn’t stop hitting on you for years you would be uncomfortable. 

You bit you lip and decided fuck it.

“Hey, you’re Allison, right? The new girl?” You asked, stepping in line with the two other girls. Lydia blinked in surprise at you so clearly disregarding her authority. Allison turned to smile at you. 

“Yeah I am.” She said warmly. 

You stuck out your hand as you three stepped outside to walk towards the lacrosse field. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You said and she shook your hand with a laugh. Lydia eyed you carefully but didn’t say anything. 

“Are you staying to watch the practice?” Allison asked, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. You nodded with a sort of grimace on your face. She laughed and exchanged a look with Lydia. 

“What’s that face for?” Allison exclaimed. 

“I left my car at my friend's house and after practice we’re going to go get it. I love my friends, but watching practice is so boring.” You rambled. Allison nodded and Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly. 

“You’re Stiles Stilinski’s girlfriend.” Lydia stated with a blank look. 

You tripped over your shoe and almost face planted if it weren’t for Allison grabbing you with fast reflexives. You blinked in shock and stared at Lydia. 

“You know his name?!” You sputtered before realizing what she just said and shaking your head quickly. “Never mind. No, we're not dating. Ew!” You exclaimed. You weren’t usually this caught off guard. Out of the three of you, you were always the levelheaded calm one. 

Lydia pursed her lips and looked ahead at the field. Allison looked between you both with furrowed eyebrows. 

You always had people thinking you were dating either Scott or Stiles. It was something you were accustomed to denying. But to hear it out of Lydia Martins mouth threw you through a loop. You spotted Scott and Stiles walking from the locker rooms. 

“I’m going to sit over here. Was nice talking to you Allison.” You said wanting to get the actual fuck away from Lydia. You didn’t think she knew anyone outside of her circle of popular hot people. Allison nodded with a smile and Lydia just crossed her arms, looking bored. 

She was a lot more perceptive than you gave her credit for. Not only did she know Stiles’ name, but she knew you were close friends. That was very interesting. 

You peeled away from the other girls and walked towards the right side of the bleachers. You dropped your bag onto the bottom row. It was placed directly behind the bench, and you usually spent practices talking with Stiles and Scott. It wasn’t often that you went to the lacrosse practices though. They were, like you said, boring and it just felt awkward. Like you were expected to be a cheerleader and not just throw pebbles and watch them tink off your boy’s safety pads. 

You sighed and settled onto the metal bench, waiting for your friends to catch up to you. You had a lot to say to Stiles. 

You heard the metal thunk of footsteps on the small bleachers behind you. No doubt Lydia and Allison moving to the top row. That’s where Lydia usually sat whenever you had the displeasure of sitting at practices. 

“-My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.” You heard the tail end of Scott and Stiles conversation, and Scott dropped his bag next to the bench. Stiles sat down on the bench with a huff. Scott didn’t sit down though. You looked up to see him staring at someone, almost frozen. 

You looked over your shoulder and nearly rolled your eyes. 

Of course. You forgot he was smitten with Allison. 

“McCall!” Coach Finstock yelled, breaking your friend's trance. Scott spun around to look at him. 

You leaned forward and rested your chin on Stiles’ shoulder. He glanced back at you and brought a hand up to ruffle your hair. 

You were about to bring up the fact that Stiles’ crush since childhood thought you and him were dating when a loud whistle blew across the field. You glanced up to see who Coach Finstock was whistling at and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was glaring at you. 

“Y/L/N! What have I told you about distracting my players? Move up the bleachers!” He yelled pointing to the top row. You jerked away from Stiles quickly. 

Way to embarrass you in front of the team like that Coach. You gave him a half ass wave and he turned back to yelling at Scott. Scott looked over and gave you a shrug. 

You sat awkwardly near Lydia and refused to look at her. You looked down at the field and raised your eyebrows when Coach lightly hit Scott in the face. 

Fuckin Coach. 

Coach Bobby Finstock was kind of a menace. But he also reminded you of Stiles. 

You shifted in your seat as Scott stood at goal. 

“Who is that?” Allison asked and you glanced over and followed her eyeline. She was looking at Scott. You tried not to snort as you rested your chin in your palm, elbow propped on your knee. This was new. Someone was trying to get with Scott. You casually leaned closer to the girls to hear their conversation better. 

“Him?” Lydia asked. “I'm not sure who he is. Why?”

Now that was even more interesting. She knew Stiles and you but didn’t know Scott. That or she was lying. Or even more fun she didn’t want her new best friend getting involved with a “lesser then” like Scott. Not that he was anything less than a babe, but he was no Jackson Whittemore. 

“He's in my English class.” Allison said with a shake of her head. 

A whistle blew signaling to the team to start making attempts at the goal. You looked down at the field and almost shot up in your seat. Scott was grabbing his head like he was in pain. You looked down at Stiles, but he wasn’t turned to you. Coach didn’t look concerned. You glanced around. No one did. 

It was times like this that your friends tested your coddling skills. You never said it out loud, but every time Scott played, whether it be in practice or at games, you were extremely worried for him. 

You had taken to bringing extra water whenever he was playing. Having water to drink made him breathe a little easier and you were worried for him. You knew he loved lacrosse, but if it were up to you, he wouldn’t be playing at all. You were as reckless as both he and Stiles, but you had no problems going all mother hen whenever they did something to endanger themselves. 

Someone in the line took this moment to launch a ball at Scott. He was still clutching his head in pain, and it hit him square in the face. His helmet kept his nose from being broken, but the force of the impact made him fall backwards in goal. 

The team along with Coach started laughing and you glared harshly down at them. 

You hated almost everyone on the lacrosse team. 

Scott got back up and you cocked your head to the side. He looked focused, calm, ready. 

Another player made an attempt at goal, but Scott caught it easily. You grinned and clapped a few times. You heard Stiles yelling encouragement. 

Another player threw their ball and Scott caught it with a slight shift in his stance. 

Goal after goal he caught them all. 

“He seems like he's pretty good.” You heard Allison say. You grinned over at her. You didn’t know how this was happening, but he was on fire. 

“Oh, very good.” Lydia mused and you didn’t like that tone at all. You glanced over at her. She better not get any ideas. 

On the field, Jackson Whittemore cut to the front of the line and in a series of runs and jumps, he made the most extra shot on goal. You raised your eyebrows and watched with increasing nerves as Scott braced to catch it. 

He lunged to the side and caught it easily. 

You whooped, getting to your feet and start clapping loudly. On the bench Stiles bursts up with a happy yell. Lydia Martin also gets to her feet while clapping. You didn’t know if you should bring that up to Scott and Stiles later. 

“That is my friend!” Stiles yells and you laugh along with his joy. 

You notice Lydia looking down at Jackson with a look that says, ‘display of power makes me go brrrr’. You were probably exaggerating, but still. Lydia wasn’t cheering for her boyfriend; she was cheering for his embarrassment. You shook off your thoughts of Lydia and her further confusing mannerisms and cheered for your friend. 

Scott threw the ball at the assistant coach, and you laugh happily. He was getting cocky. That was fun. 

The rest of practice was a blur as Coach yanked Scott out of goal and made him run drills against Jackson. Stiles even left the bench a few times to participate. Jackson and Scott succeeded every single time. Stiles, not so much. 

It was close to 5 PM when Coach called the practice to a close. 

You stood up, stretching the uncomfortable metal bleachers off your bones. You made eye contact with Scott as he jogged to the locker room, and you smiled at him coyly. He rolled his eyes at you with a smile. 

Lydia stood up along with Alison and you couldn’t help but notice both of them were also watching Scott make his exit. 

Part of you wanted to be annoyed. Not at Allison, but at Lydia and even Stiles. Lydia only cared about Scott once she saw his ‘worth’ as a player. You thought that you understood parts of her, but this behavior made her seem even more shallow. Then there is the matter of Stiles liking her for no reason other than her looks. He’s just as shallow. You couldn’t be upset at her and then turn around and be okay with him. 

Why the hell were you thinking so hard over Lydia Martin? You usually barely even considered her, and this is three times today when you dedicated time to try and understand her. 

You shook your head to try and force your brain to stop being weird and you trotted down the metal bleachers. Enjoying how fast you could go down them if you stepped on the seats instead of the stairs. 

“See you later!” Allison called as she followed Lydia to the parking lot. Lydia gave you a glance and nodded slightly. 

What the fuck is with today and Lydia?

You sunk down on the grass and waited for Scott and Stiles to appear from the locker room. 

You ripped up grass as you waited and soon enough a shadow was standing over you. You glanced up and Scott was standing there with the biggest grin on his face. 

“What the fuck McCall!?” You shouted, standing then jumping at him. He grinned sheepishly and caught you to both of your surprise. Stiles jogged up and wasted no time getting in on the celebration. 

Scott released you and you grabbed his shoulders to shake them.  

“My best friend is a fucking legend!” You yelled laughing. Stiles ruffled Scott’s hair and brought both of you into a group hug, whooping as he did so. 

The adrenaline of watching Scott came flooding back to you as you jumped around with your best friends in the whole world. This school year was your year. Your time. Finally, something was going right.

So I was watching the first episode of Teen Wolf and I thought you know what would be fun? A rewrite. I know I’m not the first person to do this, @bilesbilinskix and @24stiles920 are the two that I’ve seen on tumblr. I looked for other rewrites after I had the idea and it would feel weird to not acknowledge the years of work they’ve done for this. So if you’re interested in reading a completed/farther along version of a rewrite go check both of them out.

This rewrite is going to be Stiles Stilinski x reader. I’m toying with the idea of making it Stiles x reader x Derek, but I haven’t decided yet. So for now it’s a slow burn that ends with just Stiles.

This fic is going to be very long. This first chapter is 8.7k words which is astonishing because compared to other episodes nothing much happens this episode and its only half. I’d also like to preface that the reader is the main character. So there are going to be many, many scenes that aren’t included in the show. It’s a rewrite with a new main character so if you’re wondering why it matters about readers' history essay that’s why. They’re the main character.

Also this rewrite is going to be rated mature and might teeter towards explicit. The show is rated PG-13, but I’m going to say teenagers aren’t usually suitable for a 13 year old audience.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this series and come to love it as much as I do. This is going to have the worlds slowest updates so like if you wanna check back in a year that is honestly for the best. I wrote this two years ago and I'm tired of waiting I'm just going to post it. :)

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Changes pt 3 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 3

Warning: Scott’s in the dog house!

ENJOY!!

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Scott sat next to you as you began fidgeting. His hand clamped around yours as a sign of encouragement and comfort which thankfully worked. Ever was gather in the living area as they waited for Scott to start talking. He looked you in the eyes as if asking your permission and when you nod giving him the green light he turned to the pack.

“So while at Deaton’s earlier Y/N smelt something sweet. Which if you all remember she’d mentioned earlier today. When Deaton took out a pink flower she insisted that’s what she smelt but at the time couldn’t remember however when I moved she must have caught a whiff of it again so she told Deaton I smelled like the flower when I smelt the flower then smelt Y/N I said the same thing.”

“What’s that mean?” Liam asked curiously.

“If the flower was Camellia then it means they’re fated mates.” Derek commented softly with a slight smile on his face.

“That’s a thing?” Stiles questioned his hyper activeness shining through, however whenever Stiles got like this you were soon to follow.

“I know right!?” You exclaimed point a finger at Stiles as if what he’d said made the most sense.

“It’s very rare but yes. I would like to say this is something to celebrate but I think it would depend on how you two feel about it.” Derek stated calmly.

“We were shocked but seeing as we liked each other before Y/N became a werewolf we’ve come to terms with it and are quite happy.” Scott replied but you frowned.

“Not that you even asked me out.” You huffed angrily and that’s when shit went down.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK HER OUT!?” Lydia screamed causing everyone to flinch.

“Nice Scott real nice.” Erica snorted angrily.

“I kind of figured it was obvious we were dating now?” Scott muttered like he had nothing to be sorry for. Stiles and Jackson made a wincing noise that signified he’d said the wrong thing.

You stormed upstairs quickly followed by Lydia, Allison and Erica. Cory and Mason tutted before following after the girls. Scott looked at the boys clearly confused to what just happened. Derek shook his head and left the room joined by Isaac and Liam.

“Smooth bro.” Stiles snorted before joining his boyfriend.

“What the fuck just happened?” Scott asked Jackson, Ethan, Aiden and Boyd.

“No comment.” Boyd huffed before leaving the room to join the other in the kitchen.

“I knew you were a little ditzy but that’s a whole new level brother.” Aiden chuckled sarcastically before leaving with Boyd.

“Girls like being asked out Scott and the fact you didn’t ask says to her that you basically didn’t care enough to ask.” Ethan sighed sympathetically.

By this new found information Scott buried his head in the couch pillow and let out a growl. He bashed his head against the pillow until he realised he had to fix this, though he had no idea how. He figured his best bet was one of the girls but they were currently just as pissed at him. So he’d have to settle for one of the guys.

Up in your room, you were currently punching your pillow angrily. Mason and Cory came into your room and closed the door before you let out a distressed sigh. Lydia and Allison patted your back as started talking.

“Has he always been this much of an idiot!?” You exclaimed earning a snort from Allison.

“Yeah. Believe or not he’s gotten better.” Allison muttered making you scream into your pillow.

“He’ll fix it. That’s what Scott’s best at.” Lydia laughed making you huff, anger still evident on your face.

“For tonight I think we should stay in here and watch films. Tomorrow we will go therapy shopping with Derek’s credit card then when we get back we’ll see if he’s pulled his head out his ass.” You gave Erica a nod before everyone ran around the house getting everything.

You and the others cuddled up in your bed as you settled down to watch Deadpool which Lydia wasn’t too happy about but when you insisted it had Ryan Reynolds half-naked she decided she’d give it a try. Eventually Stiles joined you and was drooling just as must as Lydia when Ryan came on half naked.

For the rest of the night you enjoyed your time with your friends and eventually all fell asleep cuddled together. You woke up during the night because you felt someone move, when you opened your eyes you saw Derek picking Stiles up off the puppy pile and carrying him out bridal style.

Eventually you were left with only Cory and Mason as everyone’s partners came to collect them. Mason muttered something about being cold before he and Cory cuddled into you. Mason on one side and Cory on the other. You smiled to yourself as you quietly thanked them for not leaving.

You finally fell asleep with a smile on your face and both hands being held by your current cuddle buddies.

“Wakey Wakey!” Erica’s cheerful voice exclaimed as she burst into you room scaring you enough for you to end up on the floor. You winced and shot her a glare as Stiles came into the room.

“The others are dressed and ready we’re just waiting on you puddin’.” Stiles stated as he went through your wardrobe, picking out a pair of denim shorts and a plain white t-shirt.

“Take a shower and throw these on you’ll likely come back wearing and carrying a new wardrobe anyway so you may as well not bother dressing up. Plus Lydia said something along the lines of new haircut and make overs. I kind zoned out after that.” He added as he threw the clothes at you.

“Yes sir!” You mocked before making your way to yours and the girl’s bathroom.

Once you got to the mall Lydia dragged you and Stiles to nearest clothes store and began her mission. You and Stiles whined as she dragged you around the whole shop picking up clothes and throwing over both your arms.

By the time she stated she had everything you and Stiles had arms full of clothes. It wasn’t like you style was out of date or anything but like Erica had stated in the car, nothing completes a werewolf transformation better than a good makeover.

You tried on a the clothes the pack mates nodding and shaking their head to a few bits but as you came out the stall wearing white high waist skinnies and a maroon off the shoulder shirt that you had tucked into your jeans, you had a round of applause. You blushed at their attention but smiled anyway.

“Okay try on the other bits then we’ll go shopping for accessories! Wear that one when you’re done though.” Lydia instructed earning an eye roll from you and Stiles.

You tried on the other bits and eventually decided on the items you wanted and the ones you didn’t. After you paid Lydia dragged you to another store stating this was a better place for shoes and accessories. She picked up a thin faux gold leather choker that she insisted would be perfect for the outfit you were wearing.

Eventually after several more accessories were added to the basket she dragged you to shoes. She picked out a pair of heeled black faux leather Chelsea boots, a pair of timberland look a likes that had a chunky heel on, a pair of velvet black platforms and the last pair was a pair of chunky floral platforms.

Once paid for you stared at the shoes with a sceptical look, eventually you sat down on a nearby seat and pulled out not only the timberland look a likes but also the Chelsea boots. You looked up to see only Cory stood there which caused you to frown.

“Where’d they go?” You asked, confusion taking over your face.

“Lydia dragged Stiles and Mason to Macy’s and Erica dragged Allison to Pandora.” He explained awkwardly. It’s not like you and Cory didn’t get along it’s just you’d never really had one on one time  since you were always surround by more than one person.

“Which ones do you think?” You asked sceptically.

“Well the timberland ones look comfier but I feel Lydia may shame you for wearing them with that top since it’s feminine and those shoes scream more…hard ass bitch?” Cory answered honestly making you laugh.

“Wait what colour scheme were the floral ones?” Cory muttered, as he bent down and took out the box containing the floral shoes. You quickly noted that they were a black floral pattern before he stared at the shoes then at you be for apparently coming to some sort of epiphany.

“Put these on and wait here.” Cory muttered as he ran off into the same store and you had just come from.

Cory looked around and then spotted what he was looking for. He’d seen it earlier and thought it would look nice but knew better than to interrupt Lydia when she was on a roll. He grabbed it and ran to the check out quickly paying for it.

When you saw Cory run back out with a grin you raised an eyebrow at him. He handed you a bag which you took politely. However when you opened it you shot him a grin. In the bag sat a leather lace choker with a simple diamond shaped gem hanging off it which had a slight hollo tint to it.

You put the choker on and gave him the biggest grin and thumbs up causing him to chuckle. Just as you stood up and offered to go for a coffee Mason, Lydia and Stiles appeared. When she stared at the outfit she pursed her lips with a scowl before pointing at you. You didn’t wanna get Cory in trouble so you kept silent but Cory soon raised his hand guiltily.

“You are my new best friend.” She stated before drag Cory off who looked like he would rather the ground swallow him.

The rest of the trip was eventful but fun. After Lydia paid with Derek’s card to get your hair trimmed and styled. She also paid with Derek’s card to get your makeup done. Your eyes had been done in a natural smokey eye, while your lips were a similar maroon to your top and to add to it you had natural but thick looking false eyelashes, which you still weren’t used to. You may like to get your nails done but makeup had never been something you bothered with, but strangely you quite liked the feeling it gave you.  

You walked into the pack house followed by the others who were all carrying at least one shopping bag. You walked straight to the kitchen not bothering to look who was there, as you placed your shopping bags near the kitchen door.

“Jail bait.” Peter’s voice commented causing you to look up and see the Sheriff, Peter, Chris and Melissa all stood staring at you with wide eyes.

“Gross Peter.” Derek commented but chose not to even look at you.

“Holy shit! What did she do to your face?” Aiden screamed as he entered the kitchen. Before you could think about your actions you lifted your leg at full speed and kicked him straight in the balls causing every man in the house to groan.

“You know when a woman comes home looking dolled up and new you’re supposed to compliment them not ask them what happened to their face.” You snarled angrily as you sipped on your Starbucks.

“I somehow have no sympathy for you.” Lydia commented as she came into the kitchen, stepping over her groaning boyfriend on the floor.

“Your my gi-girlfriend shouldn’t you kick her ass or something?” Aiden coughed out making Lydia raise one perfectly shaped brow.

“One I honestly don’t think I’d win in a fight with her and two you just insulted my hours of hard work. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you while you were down.” The sheriff and Melissa were currently trying to hold back there laughter as Ethan entered the kitchen only to drag his brother out by the collar of his t-shirt, clearly saving him from his own mouth.

“I swear it’s like the men in this house have no common sense.” You muttered angrily only to have Scott popped his head round the corner.

“Did you call me?” Scott muttered with a dopey grin as he came into the room. His eyes wandered over you and his smile only got dopier as he opened his arms out as if he was about to hug you.

“Aww you look s-”

“Do you wanna see first-hand what just happened to Aiden?” You growled making him back away slowly and hide behind Derek.

“I’d like to be a protective mother and tell you not to threaten my son but I have a feeling he deserves it.” Melissa snorted making Chris wince but smartly kept his mouth closed.

You finally glanced at the Sheriff with a wide grin who returned the smile happily. You jogged over and threw your arms around him who hugged you tightly.

“How’s things Papa Stilinski?” You chuckled as you pulled away from the hug.

“Good kiddo how’s things with your Mom?” He asked softly, as he patted your hair affectionately.

As much as you denied Stiles was like an older brother the fact of the matter was he kind of was. Not long after you’d joined the pack you had some problems with your Mom and ended up staying with the Stilinski’s, in that time you’d come to think of the Sheriff as a father. Which he was happy about because he’d always wanted a daughter too. Stiles was jealous at first but eventually you all grew closer and it became like a weird little family.

The afternoon continued like this, conversations flowed between the pack and the parents. Everything was cheerful and fun but amidst it all Scott was talking to Chris and the Sheriff about how he should go about fixing his mess.

Had it been quieter in the Hale house, you’d of heard the subtle whisper of Scott as he and his trusted father figures planned the best way to fix his error, however since everyone was chatting away you remained oblivious.

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

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"Please tell me you're kidding." Scott groans, averting his eyes as I quickly collect my clothes, clutching the sheet to my chest as Derek glares at the two boys standing in the loft doorway.

"Holy shit-dude he's banging your sister." Stiles gasps with a screeched laugh, grasping onto the front of Scott's shirt as my brother grunts, his red eyes flashing briefly as I slip my dress on over my head, tossing Derek's shirt directly at his face as he scoffs.

"Alright, how about you two learn the important lesson of knocking or calling or anything that gives me a heads up that dumb and dumber are stopping by." Mortified, I clutch my head in my hands, embarrassed beyond belief that my own brother caught me in an interesting position (literally) with someone who's been his friend forever.

"Am I dumb or dumber-" Stiles starts but Scott is quick to cut him off, shoving him with annoyance.

"Stiles!" He groans as Stiles raises his hand in surrender, stepping back from Scott as he seethes.

"Right, sorry- carry on." I send Stiles a sad smile as he scratches at the back of his neck, leaning against the wall as Scott steps towards Derek. The two of them are both angry for very different reasons; Scott, because I'm his sister and god forbid I do adult things with other adults, but Derek's more angry about the fact that he was violated in his own home while spending time with someone important to him.

"Scott, I'm a grown adult, I'm six years older than you. You do not need to parent me on who I'm with." I laugh tiredly, watching as his eyebrows sore upwards, his finger pointing at Derek with conviction.

"Oh, so you're with him?" Derek curses under his breath as he sits back down on the edge of his bed, annoyed and frustrated as I laugh.

"I've been with him for months! You're just too dense to see it- oh my god." My anger turns into a fit of giggles, so baffled by the fact that, as perceptive as Scott and Stiles are, they never figured this out.

Derek and I have been sneaking away from pack meetings for months, going on mysterious trips out of town to 'gain insight on different packs' and we conveniently arrive everywhere at the same time. My mother even knows, so does Peter, so does Malia; but it seems like these two who are staring at us are the only two yet to figure it out.

"This actually kind of makes sense." Stiles pipes up, catching all of our attention as he steps further into the loft with a stutter. "I mean, Scotty, they're always together, r-right? I mean, you guys always pair up together, you have weird inside jokes, you actually laugh around her." I smile fondly at the observation, my head tilting to look over at my boyfriend as he nods simply, looking down at his feet to hide his bashful smile.

"For once, Stiles, thank you." I huff, turning to Scott once more as he mellows out, his fists unclenching and jaw relaxing a bit as he sighs.

"I still can't believe this is happening- do you get how embarrassing this is." Scott whines and my brows lift, shocked by how any of this is embarrassing for anyone but Derek and I given the predicament they walked in on.

"Embarrassing? That your sister is dating the town hottie?" My thumb points over to Derek as he scoffs, reaching over to shove me as I giggle, shrugging. "Here I was thinking you'd be proud." The shit-eating grin on my face does not falter as Stiles raises a hesitant hand from behind Scott.

"I'm a little proud." Stiles's support makes Derek smile, after the years of constantly giving him shit and pushing him around, it's nice to see the two agree on at least one thing. Even if that thing is me.

"See, be more like Stiles." Derek claps his hands and I groan, knowing that this isn't going to be good.

"Be more like-" I step between Derek and Scott quickly as Scott takes a quick, threatening step forward, his eyes flashing once more as I hold a hand to his chest. My eyes are testing as I stand like a lioness protecting her man, my jaw gritted as Scott glares down at me.

"Let's stop the who's dick is bigger contest, we already know how this goes. I'm with Derek, end of discussion. I don't need your permission or your support. If you're going to be a child then leave." My head nods towards the door as I fold my arms over my chest, watching as Scott shrugs.

"I'll tell mom."

"Mom knows and she's very happy." He groans at the grin on my face, peeking around me to stare at Derek.

"You realize if you hurt her, I'll have to kill you." Scott's brotherly protectiveness partially warms my heart but the threats don't exactly sit well with me as my head cranes to look back at Derek with a bored look.

"Won't hurt her so you don't have worry about that." Derek tugs me down next to him as his arm secures itself around my shoulder, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. "Now, please, get out."

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To Those Who Believe

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55551553 by Baby_Sweetpea “Stiles where are you?” The gruff voice came through the phone, rushed and stressed. He could hear Scott and Allison grumbling in the background, trying to tell Chris that Stiles was probably at home in bed now. Did they not even get slightly worried after Stiles’s messages? When he didn’t respond? And why was Chris calling him, when did Chris even get into town? “Stiles?” He shook himself realising he hadn’t responded, and nearly choked on air trying to speak. But Fuck, he was so cold. “C-cold-“ He managed to get out, “D-diner-“ “Shit!” He heard Chris snap, and distantly, “You left him at the Diner? I expected better from you lot.” ———————- In which the Pack goes to scare off a coven of witches and leave Stiles behind. They don’t believe him when he says he’s cursed, leaving Chris to come up with a plan. He can only hope Peter will have answers that could help them save Stiles. (Stiles is around 20-ish+, everyone has grown up except Scott MCcall) Words: 3187, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Malia Tate, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Liam Dunbar, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Oblivious Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Good Chris Argent, Protective Chris Argent, Dom Chris Argent, Good Peter Hale, Protective Peter Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Dom Peter Hale, BDSM Switch Peter Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Arc (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Curses, Polyamory, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, Threesome - M/M/M, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Rare Pairings, Stiles and Malia never dated, cottagecore life for the trio, Pack Dynamics, Happy Ending, Scott McCall Bashing (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall Being an Idiot (Teen Wolf), Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Swears Like a Sailor, Mild Gore, Minor Character Death, Blood and Injury Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55551553