#sheriff stilinkski

[whimsicalmeerkat]

devil don't take a break - ch. 7

On AO3

Stiles hates everything about his current situation. He hates that he’s sitting on the bench and will only be able to play in the game when Coach Finstock has no other options, but he’s used to not getting to play. He never likes it, but it’s not new.

Stiles wants to speak to werewolf management and has an unexpected conversation with his dad.

Beta by DerRumtreiber(@krabraccoon).

[christinesficrecs]

Lost fics. Any help would be appreciated! ❤️

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Hi! I'm looking for a fic that was based on Léon The Professional, though Stiles was older than Mathilda. Derek was the hitman, and Stiles's family had been murdered. If I remember correctly, Isaac and Scott had been his little brothers.

Would you be able to put your finger on this fic? "stiles has magic and he made a deal with a powerful witch to protect beacon hills, but it supposedly took away his love for derek in the process (or maybe Derek made the deal), except that he's growing a garden to break the spell" My google-fu is failing me. I know I've read it before, but going through my history is a month-long endeavor! I think Derek is a deputy and he keeps running into Stiles and it's not clear what has happened between them at first. I think Stiles is referred to as a hedge witch at some point? que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave | 19.9K Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

I think this fic has been deleted off ao3 and I'm very sad. De-aged Derek. He and Stiles become a couple. Stiles ends up a human alpha of the entire pack. (TBH it's rather porny and there's voyeur/exhibition) and there's a lake house or beach house. Eventually Derek goes back to regular Derek.

Hi! Bit of a long one: there's this fanfic that is uncompleted, where Stiles was in the Hale House when he saw a crystal ball (??) on the floor, got down low to grab it and fell through the floor, waking up in the past. He met teenage Derek in a diner with Laura, started talking to them, and decided to protect Derek from Kate before he ever met her. Derek is a lifeguard at the lake where Stiles goes to monitor him and there was a scene where Derek lapped the lake to impress Stiles. Stiles also squats in the Stilinski House to survive and Sheriff doesn't know who he is. Do you know the fic? I've been looking for it for forever

Hi! I have been trying to find a teen wolf and marvel cross over fic. It’s where I believ Tony stark and Claudia where best friend growing up and fell in love. And then she gets pregnant with his baby(aka stiles). Stiles finds out from a bunch of letters but keeps it to himself until I believe Tony get captured and goes missing for months.( iron man 1). Then he goes into a depression and won’t eat or anything until the day Tony is found. Also involves when aliens attack and stiles freaks out again and makes it his mission to go to New York and meet him. Hidden Truths by Harmonious113 | 212.4K | WIP Claudia Stilinkski always did her best to hide the truth from her family-her past, her family, the boy she couldn’t quite seem to let go of- to spare John and Stiles from the heartbreak. Stiles finds a trunk of letters and pictures unearthing the truth. His father is Tony Stark.

It was a Teen Wolf Sterek fic, an au with magic. Claudia either adopted stiles or was his bio mom and pretended to adopt him, but stiles had a familiar who constantly turned into dead grotesque bodies and the only person who accepted them fully (and laughed at the familiar being gruesome) was laura. laura dies somehow and derek comes in. I think laura and stiles were partners for the magic things law enforcement? I remember that they thought stiles might have killed laura/tried to pin it on him, but after lauras death derek takes over as stiles' partner. I remember one scene with lydia and maybe heather and stiles with candles? I'm pretty sure both lyds and stiles lived with claudia. by the end of the fic the familiar sacrifices itself to save stiles and his friends from the argents, and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where ally defects from her aunt/grandpa. (There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf | 210.9K | Explicit | WIP Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns

Hi Team! Hoping the community can come through on finding two fics... First one - Stiles gets a stressful job in IT (poss in San Fran?) and starts hallucinating rich Derek drinking posh coffee in NYC. After several hallucinations of Derek being all "you really need a new job," it turns out that Derek is real, is an alpha, and Stiles is fated to be his emissary. The Sun to Rise by andavs | 7.5K Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.

Second one - (which may have been deleted from AO3) is a canon divergent S1 AU. It hits the beats of S1 but instead Scott doesn't hesitate when Derek offers him the chance to kill Peter and possibly reverse the bite. Scott kills Peter and is human again. The main thing I remember is after the fact, Stiles visits Derek at the burned down Hale house and says something like "it's like none of it really happened." And Derek levels him with a sour wolf look and says "it happened." Timshel by jsea | 12.5K Derek lets Scott kill Peter for the cure at the end of S1. This is the story of how that choice changes everyone's fate. "Sir, you should know..." Derek starts to say, then snaps his mouth closed when the Sheriff takes one hand off the steering wheel, and holds it up in a halting gesture. "You're not a bad kid, Derek." "I'm a werewolf," Derek says, before he can think about it. For the first time in his life the word feels dirty, like something to be ashamed of. It makes him feel like a little kid again, using a curse word without understanding what it means.

I can't remember if it was a steter or sterek fic. It's a short humourous fic where Stiles has an injury but he was adamant that bandaids could fix it and it was at least a six inch long-ass gash or something. If this sounds familiar to anyone? Thanks!

Looking for a fic where I don’t remember much just Isaac coming home to Derek trashing the loft and saying something like “I just saw stiles, he reeks of sex” then it cut scene to something else. I don’t think it was a king fic but I could be wrong. Thank you so much in advance Noticed by forestofbabel | 35.1K Stiles left on a Tuesday. Nobody Noticed.

[saphira5]

Jordan Parrish x Ghost Rider Reader Part 3

Y/n opens the closet door and pulls out a fire extinguisher then y/n grabs a tool belt that is hooked on the back of the door. Y/n puts the fire extinguisher on the side of the door, y/n hooks the tool belt around your waist.  

Y/n closes the door, you grab the fire extinguisher. 

 Then y/n opens the back door, it was dark out, y/n walks to the little shed in the backyard with the fire extinguisher in your right hand. Y/n puts the fire extinguisher down, you open the door and see y/n motorcycle. A black Yamaha R6 sport, you walk over and pick up the helmet that lays on the seat. Y/n puts the helmet on, and you get on the bike, y/n turns the key, and the motorcycle starts. 

 You drive a bit forward and pick up the fire extinguisher, y/n then begins driving to the sheriff station. Y/n arrives at the station, y/n parks your bike near Jordan's police car.  

Y/n turns the bike off, the y/n gets off the motorcycle, you put the fire extinguisher down on the ground, y/n takes off the helmet and places it on the seat. Y/n picks up the fire extinguisher and you walk over to Jordan, y/n sees another sheriff and a teenager. The Sheriff was an older man, y/n would say about 50 years old. 

 The teen had short black hair; the boy was thin. 

 "Hello Jordan", "Hello, y/n, sorry I called you so late", "It's fine, Jordan".  

The older sheriff walks over "Hello, y/n", you pull out your hand the older sheriff shakes "Sheriff Stilinkski", y/n walks over to the car, y/n opens the tool belt and pulls out gloves, you put them on then y/n grabs the fire extinguisher.  

Y/n opens the hood of the car, and a fire erupts, y/n puts it out.  

Once the smoke clears, y/n can see the damage, the entire transmission is damaged. Y/n walks over to the Sheriff, "the transmission is a goner, but I think the car be saved. May just need a new transmission". "Alright, thank you y/n. Can you fix it", "of course, Sheriff, I can have the car back to you by tomorrow at noon. I just need to go get my tow truck".  

"Great, thank you y/n", "of course, sheriff".  

Y/n walks over to your bike, you pick up y/n helmet "y/n, I can give you ride". You turn around and look at Jordan, y/n smiles at him, "can you", "of course". Y/n puts the helmet back on the motorcycle seat. Jordan opens the passenger door for y/n.  

You get in and he close the door once y/n was seated and buckled in, he walks over and opens the driver side door. He closes the door; he puts on his seat belt. Then he begins driving to the mechanic shop, he stops at the red light. He looks at y/n and you look at him, "I was wonder y/n, if you would go on a date with me", he looks away rubbing his neck. 

 "Of course, Jordan", he looks at y/n. You look away blushing, he looks back at the road.  

The light turns green, Jordan begins driving. Once y/n arrived at the mechanic shop, y/n unbuckles the belt, you look at Jordan, "how about a coffee, at Ms. Mary's coffee shop", "y/n smiles at Jordan "that sounds great".  

Jordan smiles at y/n, "I will call y/n when and at what time", "ok Jordan". Y/n gets off the car, you walk to the back and start the tow truck. Y/n begins driving back to the sheriff station, with Jordan right behind y/n. Once y/n arrives at the station, y/n gets the car towed up. Y/n drives off, but in the rear-view mirror y/n sees the Sheriff and Jordan waving at y/n. You roll down the window and wave, once y/n arrived at the shop you reverse the tow truck, y/n gets off and opens the garage door, y/n then lowers the car.  

Y/n lifts the car and places it on the lift.  

Y/n then walks to the tow truck, and you park the tow truck in the back of the shop. 

 Y/n closes the garage door, y/n looks at the clock. It reads 3:20pm, you then begin working on the sheriff's cruiser. Y/n had a bit of difficult taking out the transmission due to the fire. But y/n was able to fix the car and you had to replace the hood of the car. Y/n got a rag from the tool belt and began wiping your hands. 

 Y/n tuns around and looks at the clock, it reads 9:36 pm. 

Post 9/23/23

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

I Hated You!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395712 by Unknown_Hoe Mieczyslaw Stilinkski, or as most called him Stiles, was adopted by a sheriff and his wife in Beacon Hills, and with that, most of his past vanished. That was until his mother Claudia died when he was eight, and Noah Stilinkski decided it was time to dig up the past and put it together to give it to Stiles later. Stiles uncovered this when he turned seventeen, and he was almost killed again. Stiles had been given the documents that his father had been able to put together. Learning his real name, he was shocked that his mother kept his first name, but his last name was completely foreign, and it seemed like home. Mieczyslaw Mikaelson seemed like home; of course, he still loved his father even after knowing he was his adoptive father. After taking time to swallow the pills of his past, Stiles ran to tell Scott and Derick about the new information he had learned about his life. Words: 3355, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Roscoe | Stiles Stilinski's Jeep, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Liam Dunbar, Melissa McCall, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Claudia Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson (in Alaric Saltzman), Original Salvatore Character(s) (Vampire Diaries), Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Damon Salvatore & Stiles Stilinski, Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore & Stefan Salvatore, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate, Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson & Stiles Stilinski, Elijah Mikaelson/Klaus Mikaelson/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Peter Hale/Klaus Mikaelson/Damon Salvatore/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, I'm Going to Hell, Tags Are Hard, I'm Bad At Tagging, Hate Sex, Hate to Love, Please Don't Hate Me, Falling In Love, Forbidden Love, Enemies to Lovers read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395712

[sterek-ao3feed]

I Hated You!

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395712

by Unknown_Hoe

Mieczyslaw Stilinkski, or as most called him Stiles, was adopted by a sheriff and his wife in Beacon Hills, and with that, most of his past vanished. That was until his mother Claudia died when he was eight, and Noah Stilinkski decided it was time to dig up the past and put it together to give it to Stiles later. Stiles uncovered this when he turned seventeen, and he was almost killed again. Stiles had been given the documents that his father had been able to put together. Learning his real name, he was shocked that his mother kept his first name, but his last name was completely foreign, and it seemed like home. Mieczyslaw Mikaelson seemed like home; of course, he still loved his father even after knowing he was his adoptive father. After taking time to swallow the pills of his past, Stiles ran to tell Scott and Derick about the new information he had learned about his life.

Words: 3355, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Roscoe | Stiles Stilinski's Jeep, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Liam Dunbar, Melissa McCall, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Claudia Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson (in Alaric Saltzman), Original Salvatore Character(s) (Vampire Diaries), Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Damon Salvatore & Stiles Stilinski, Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore & Stefan Salvatore, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate, Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson & Stiles Stilinski, Elijah Mikaelson/Klaus Mikaelson/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Peter Hale/Klaus Mikaelson/Damon Salvatore/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, I'm Going to Hell, Tags Are Hard, I'm Bad At Tagging, Hate Sex, Hate to Love, Please Don't Hate Me, Falling In Love, Forbidden Love, Enemies to Lovers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395712

[obscuredilfoff]

just a heads up that the teen wolf submission is spelled sheriff stilinkski with an i instead of a y! :)

ah!! thank you, he was submitted with a y. i try to correct spelling errors like that as i collect images, but i obviously missed that on. ill get that fixed asap!

[xatanna-troy]

When Jason’s somewhere he’s not supposed to be

Batman: Jason. I told you to stay out of this case

Jason: I wasn’t involved

Batman: then why are you here?

Jason: I was clubbing. At the club.

Batman: at a gay club?

Jason:

Jason: well Bruce, there’s a conversation we—

Batman: you’re not gay.

Jason: I could be!

Batman: *looks at him up and down* not dressed like that.

[arsenicalikat]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Summary:

After some vampire killed his dad, Stiles took his revenge. Was it brutal? Yes. Was it deserved? Stiles thought so. So, why did Scott look at him with disdain and disappointment? There was only one person he could call, and they were two sides of the same coin - Peter Hale.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36539503

Two Sides of the Same Coin

alikatastic

His phone was heavy in his hand. He knew what he wanted to do, who he wanted to call, but he didn’t know if he could do it. He had fallen off the wagon he was supposed to be on, he had turned his back on his supposed alpha’s morals, and there was only one person he could turn to now. Scott had looked at him with disappointment, and a level of disdain Stiles could never fix after he had killed the vampire.

He had hopped his best friend, his brother in all but blood would understand, but he hadn’t. Scott hadn’t cared that the dead fuck had killed his dad. He hadn’t cared that he had come home to a massacre. He hadn’t expected the alpha to help him, but he had expected some sympathy, some understanding, but he hadn’t gotten that. He was looked at with scorn, and Scott hadn’t kicked him out of the pack yet, but he knew it was coming. It hadn’t helped that he had beat the creature’s head in with his bat then set him on fire.

He dialed out, knowing he would answer. No matter what happened, Stiles knew where he stood with him. He knew that he would understand shit. He would probably be upset; Stiles didn’t call and ask for help. The line only rang twice before he got his answer, and he had to fight the urge to roll his eyes and hang up.

“Stiles, darling, what can I do for you?”

Stiles scoffed. His situation was dire, but he couldn’t help his attitude. “Come get me.” It was quick and to the point, but he knew Peter would have questions he would not answer yet.

“Ah.” Stiles could hear the smile in his voice. “you want me to drop everything and come to your aid? Now, why would I do that, Stiles?”

Stiles was silent for a few minutes, and Peter let him. He knew that something was going on, and Stiles had to find the right words. Peter knew it was a blow to the young man’s ego to call for help. “We’re more alike than I thought.”

Peter huffed. “Well, I could have told you that, sweetheart. In fact, I have told you that, so what brought this on?”

“Peter.” It was a plea, and Stiles hoped that the other man could hear that. He hoped that Peter understood, that he couldn’t explain it all at the moment. “Just, come get me.”

“What will you do for me in return, my sweet boy?”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, not much.” Peter chuckled. “I’ve been tracking a wayward alpha for a few weeks, and I need a second in command.”

Stiles outright laughed. “I told you, alpha my alpha, I am more like you than I thought. I’d make a better left hand than right hand.”

Peter hummed, and Stiles could almost see the look on his face. “I’ll be there in six hours.”

“Don’t let anyone see you. We need to get out of here without anyone noticing.”

“Oh, darling, what did you do?” His voice dripped with sweetness like melted candy. Stiles ended that call; there was nothing else to say. Peter was on his way, and Stiles would be out of Beacon Hills before the sun came up. He may not know what the future held, but he did know that Peter Hale would never judge him the way that Scott did, the way the rest of that silly little pack of his did.

[vicontheinternet]

the way teen wolf era was bussin back in the day had me really thinking sheriff stilinski’s name was john. It was every where tumblr, pinterest, fanfics.

[harringtonstilinski]

You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 2 ; Second Chance At First Line

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 10,488 (i swear the chapters after this are not super long) Warnings: oh, no.. here we go. emma being a scaredy cat again & kind of a bitch tbh 😂, lacrosse (should that even be a warning), some nicknames get dropped but don’t get your hopes up just yet, mentions of a dead body, i’m sure there’s others i’ve missed A/N: Hi, friends! Well, chapter two is here! I’ll probably say something along those lines for each chapter, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like this chapter. Gif was taken from Google ‘cause I couldn’t find it on here... There’s a lot of stuff that happens, so sit back and enjoy the ride. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“Can't you just tell her yourself that you can't come for dinner? She'll give me hell for not reminding you,” I said. I pointed my finger at him then added, “And you know she will.”

“Emma, your mom will also give me hell if I don't come over. Just because she's my little sister, doesn't mean that I have to face her wrath. Just tell her that I'm sick or something. Make up some lie. She'll believe you,” Coach said.

I gave him a look that said I wasn't impressed. “So, you want me to lie to my mom and tell her that you're sick knowing full well she's gonna call you and try to come baby you. Then, she'll come back home and ground me until the end of time-”

“Alright. Fine. I'll go,” he gave me a look I couldn't decipher. “I just don't like what she's making.”

I started laughing so hard, I had to put my hand on his desk for support. “You don't like Chinese takeout? 'Cause that's what we're having.”

He looked relieved. “Well, then. Count me in.” He smiled a little. “Now, get to class.”

“Can I go see Scott and Stiles first?” I asked with my best smile that got me anything I wanted.

“Fine. Whatever,” he grumbled.

“Love you, Bobby!” I said, standing from my seat.

“Yeah, yeah. Ditto.”

I walked into the boys locker room from Coach's office, hearing wolf whistles coming my way.

“Enough with the whistles!” Coach hollered from his office. “She's my niece, for crying out loud,” he mumbled that last part.

I walked up just as Stiles asked Scott, “Did you apologize to Allison?”

Scott and I both replied, “Yeah.”

“So, is she giving you a second chance or...” He looked at me then back at Scott.

“Yeah,” Scott replied.

“Yeah! Alright. So everything's good,” Stiles exclaimed happily. He went to walk away, but what Scott said made him come back. I, however, didn't move.

“No,” Scott said

“No?” Stiles asked.

“Remember... the hunters. Her dad is one of 'em,” Scott said.

“Okay!” I said unhappily. “This is all new news to me. Care to explain?” I asked Stiles.

“I will later,” he said, looking back to Scott. “Her dad?”

“Shot me...” Scott started.

“Allison's father?” I then asked, confused.

“With a crossbow.” Scott finished.

“Allison's father--” Stiles and I began at the same time.

Scott apparently was getting tired of us asking the same questions over again, so he loudly said, “Yes! Her father!” He began to pant. “Oh, my God.”

As I was walked up to him, I said, “No, Scott. Snap back.” I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You okay? Hey, alright? Maybe he didn't recognize you, right?”

“No. N-no. I don't think so,” he said.

“Does she know about him?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. I don't know. What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man. I can't--” Scott said.

I started to giggle because Scott was being such a lovesick puppy. “Oh, Scotty.”

Stiles heard the whistle and said, “Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay, here, Scott.” He reached behind Scott for his gear and said, “Take this.” He pushed some of Scott's gear into his chest, causing me to take a step back. Pushing more gear into Scott's chest, he said, “Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?”

Scott said, “Lacrosse.”

Stiles slapped Scott's arm while saying, “Here we go!” He walked away and almost tripped causing me to let out a loud laugh. I looked back at Scott and gave him a kiss on his cheek before saying, “You'll be fine. Just do what Stiles said. Focus on lacrosse. Okay?”

He nodded, and I went out to the field.

This was going to be a disaster.

~~~

Coach blew the whistle and said, “Let's go! One-on-one from up top!” He looked towards Jackson and said, “Jackson... take a long stick today.”

Jackson set his regular stick down and picked up a long stick then looked at me sitting on the bench and scoffed. Yeah? Well, screw you, too, buddy.

“Atta boy,” Coach said.

Jackson walked to the field and stood in front of the goalie net. He faced the players in line and took the first player that tried to get past him.

Practice barely even started before I heard Coach say, “Greenberg, take a lap.” He blew the whistle again and said, “Faster, Greenberg! Let's go.”

I looked up from my book and snickered as Coach walked past me. “I'm gonna take the whistle away if you blow it at Greenberg again.”

“I'll take your book away if you sass me again on my field,” he said.

“Fair game.” I went to look back at my book and saw that Scott was at the front of the line. “Oh, no.” I breathed.

“McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go.” Coach blew his whistle and Scott took off down the field, Jackson getting ready to try and block him from reaching the goal. Jackson pushed Scott down hard. So hard, Scott flew through the air and landed on his back. I flinched, knowing that had to hurt like hell.

“Hey, McCall,” Coach said, walking to Scott. Laughing, he said, “Hey, McCall!”

As Jackson walked away, he said, “You sure you wanna be first line, McCall?” It was loud enough that I could hear it.

Coach chuckled and said, “My—my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead.” Coach bent over as Scott did. “You think you can move faster than the... lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?”

“Yeah, Coach,” Scott said.

“Why did he have to bring her up?” I mumbled to myself. I saw Jackson smirking at Scott like he was about to obliterate him.

“I can't hear you,” Coach quietly said.

I didn't know what was about to happen, so I put my book away, ready to see what event was about to play out. I gripped the edge of the bench in anticipation.

“Yes, Coach,” Scott said louder.

“Then do it again,” Coach enunciated. They both stood up and Scott ran over to the front of the line while Coach repeated three times, “McCall's gonna do it again!”

Jackson, once again, got into ready position. Coach blew the whistle and said, “Let's go.”

Scott ran forward in Jackson's direction. He pressed his shoulder into Jackson's and sent him down to the ground. Scott must've hit him hard because Jackson was whimpering and holding his shoulder. Scott went down to his knees as I started running towards him. Stiles ran over, putting his right arm over Scott's back as I put my left hand on him, Stiles asking, “Scott? Scott, you okay?”

“Scotty?” I asked. I looked up as Coach put his hands up, saying, “Whoa,” over and over to the other players. Jackson must've been really hurt.

Scott's voice pulled me back as he said, “Guys, I can't control it. It's happening.”

I got a little anxious as I asked, “What? Right here? Now?”

“Come on, get up. Come on.” Stiles pulled Scott up and started walking back towards the locker rooms. “Come on, here we go.” He turned back and looked at me, panting a little. “Emma, you stay here.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, following my best friends.

“What if Scott tries to kill you?” Stiles said. “You'll be safe out here.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“I'll be fine.”

Yeah, that didn’t stop me from staying out on the field. So, I did what any sane teenage girl would do… I followed them, duh.

Stiles turned and walked into the locker room, keeping the door opened. He walked over and bent down in front of Scott asking, “You okay? Scott, you okay?”

I covered my ears as Scott yelled, “Get away from me!”

I saw Stiles back away to the lockers, but I didn't see anything after that. I walked in the locker room and stood by the door, looking everywhere I could for them. I heard banging and looked up, seeing Scott on top of a set of lockers. I wanted to holler for Stiles, but didn't, not knowing what Scott would do. I didn't want my best friend to kill my other best friend, so I looked around the room to find something to stop Scott with and bring his human side back out.

Hearing banging against the lockers again, I assumed that Stiles was moving around. That didn't stop Scott from following above him, though. He even growled at one point. I looked to my right and saw a fire extinguisher. I grabbed it as Scott was jumping from atop some of the lockers.

Stiles ran over and helped me with the fire extinguisher by putting his arms around me and “extinguishing” Scott. We back up into the hallway, panting. I laid my head against Stiles' shoulder, my hair somewhat in my face.

“Stiles. Emma.” I heard Scott say. I craned my neck back as far as I could to see Stiles already looking in the direction of the door. We maneuvered around the door frame, looking at Scott, both of us still panting.

Scott looked at us confused and asked, “What happened?”

Stiles unwrapped his arms from around me and dropped the fire extinguisher after I moved out of the way. I wrapped my arms around myself, scared. Stiles took a step into the locker room, took off a glove and threw it to his right. I stayed right where I was, too scared of Scott at the moment to even want to be near him.

“You tried to kill me,” Stiles said. He turned around and saw my state and immediately got irritated. Not at me, but at Scott. “And totally scared the hell out of Emma.” He turned back to Scott. He took off his other glove before saying, “It's like we told you before.” He sat down on the floor in front of Scott. “It's the anger. It's your pulse rising.”

Hesitantly, I said, “It's a trigger.”

“But that's lacrosse,” he told me, looking in my direction. I averted my eyes, still slightly scared of him. He looked back to Stiles and said, “It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed.”

I spoke again. “Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field.”

“You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game,” Stiles added.

“I'm first line,” Scott said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Not anymore,” Stiles said.

~~~

After practice, Stiles invited me over, but not before going to the hospital to check up on Jackson.

I was laying on my stomach with my feet in the air on his bed doing homework. I could feel him staring at me. Without looking up from my math homework, I said, “What is it, Stiles? I can feel you looking at me.”

He sighed and said, “You doing okay?”

I stopped moving my feet. “If me asking if I can stay the night indicates how I'm doing, then you've got your answer,” I sassed. I always gave people sassy comments when I wasn't feeling myself, or feeling any emotion. Come to think of it… I was just a sassy bitch.

“Of course, you can stay.” He closed the book he had in his hands and got up from his chair. He walked over and sat down on the foot of his bed where my books were. “I'm sorry Scott scared you today.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not your fault. He just hasn't learned control yet. But he will. Know why?” I asked while turning on my side.

“Why?”

“Because he's got us. We'll help him. I'll eventually get over being scared around him when he wolfs out and help give him the help he needs.” I looked around as I thought about what I just said. “Wait,” I looked down. “That didn't sound right. Sounded so much better in my head.”

We shared a laugh and Stiles put a hand on my cheek, silently asking me to look at him. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something. Almost like recognition. Or revelation. I couldn't decide, so I sighed and asked, “Shouldn't Scott be home by now?”

Stiles walked over to his desk and opened his laptop. Going to the video chat window, he clicked on Scott's name. “Watch this.” He told me. He grabbed a toy gun, waiting for Scott to answer the call.

When he did answer, Stiles pulled the trigger on the toy gun and “shot” Scott.

I giggled and said, “You're such a child,” before walking over and sitting down on his lap. Something I often did when we video chatted Scott when I was over. It was better than kneeling on the floor, that's for sure.

“What'd you find out?” Scott asked us.

“Well, Scotty, it's bad,” I answered. “Jackson's got a separated shoulder.”

“Because of me?” Scott asked. I wasn't waiting for an apology from him because I didn't want one, but because it's Scott, I knew he'd have one prepared.

“No, because he's a tool,” I said.

“Well, is he gonna play?” Scott asked.

Stiles answered this one. “Well, they don't know yet.” Scott's screen started to fuzz out. “Now they're just counting on you for Saturday.” Stiles leaned back a little and placed a hand on the outside of my right thigh. Well, that's a first. I felt shivers go down my spine.

Scott sighed and shook his head a little. “Before I forget. Emma, I'm sorry about today. I didn't mean to freak you out like that.”

Stiles sat up, removing his hand, as I looked down and giggled. “Scotty, it's okay. It wasn't entirely your fault. You just gotta get your wolf side under...” I looked at the corner of the screen, seeing a black figure standing in the back of Scott's room. “Control. Stiles, are you seeing this?”

“What?” Scott asked. We both looked back up at Scott, and I started typing a message to Scott.

It looks like

The screen froze, but I kept typing anyway.

Someone's behind you

“What?” Scott asked quietly. I recognized the figure as Derek Hale. Scott was suddenly pulled from his chair and pushed against his wall.

“Uhm, should we call your dad?” I asked Stiles.

“No,” he said, replacing his hand on my thigh. “He'll be okay.” He sighed and unconsciously started rubbing his thumb against my thigh. “Let's get some sleep.”

I got up from his lap and went to his dresser, pulling out my pajama shorts and one of his t-shirts from the drawers. I walked to the bathroom and changed, brushing my teeth with the extra toothbrush I kept over here. After I was done, I walked back to Stiles' room, where he was already changed into a pair of pajama shorts and t-shirt. He walked out of his room and to the bathroom, where I heard the water running, telling me that he was brushing his teeth. I turned off the light and walked over to his bed. I texted my parents and told them I was across the street and not to worry.

After the text was sent, I crawled into bed next to him and sighed, “What a freakin' day.”

“Yeah,” he said, slinging an arm over my waist and pulling me close. I closed my eyes and sighed again, but this time in content. I felt Stiles' lips against my forehead and smiled a little.

“Good night, Em.”

“Good night, Stiles.”

~~~

The next morning, I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in; wrapped in Stiles' arms. My alarms started blaring and Stiles groaned, “Shut it off.”

I giggled and rolled over, grabbing my phone and turning off the alarm. “No.”

“No?” he asked grumpily.

“That's right. No. We have to get up. I gotta go home to shower and get ready for school. You have to do the same.”

“With you?” he said, sleep lacing his voice. I don’t think he knew what he said.

My eyes widened a bit. “No. You, here. Me, home.” I tried to get up out of his bed, but his arm tensing around my waist told me otherwise. “Stiles. I have to go home. I have to see my dad.”

“No.”

I sighed again. “Stiles.”

“Alright. Fine.” He took his arm off me, so I flipped back over and sat up, resting against my right forearm. “I won't be more than 30 minutes. You're taking me to school anyways.”

He just laid there, eyes still closed.

“I'll even text you some clothing options and you can help me today with my outfit.” We used to do that as kids, but with calling each other on our house phones.

When I heard a small snore come from him, I hung my head forward. “Figures.”

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, getting out of his bed and walking out of his room. I walked down the stairs and to the door, but not before I walked over to Sheriff and kissed his cheek as well. “Morning.” I walked over and opened the door. “Have a great day,” I shouted as I closed the door. I ran across the street and got ready in 30 minutes as promised.

When I walked outside, Stiles was already in the street, waiting for me with the Jeep. I got in and we headed off to school.

~~~

I waited in Coach's office like I did every morning with breakfast from my mom. He opened his office door that connected to the locker room and asked, “What do you mean, you can't play the game tomorrow night?”

I noticed Scott walked in behind him, eyeing me as Coach sat on his desk as Scott said, “I mean... I can't play the game tomorrow night.”

“You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night,” Coach said, arms crossed.

“No, Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night,” Scott said.

“I'm not following.” Coach squinted his eyes. Looks like I gotta step up.

“He's having some personal issues,” I said. Handing him the paper bag I had in my hand, I added, “Here. Breakfast from Mom.”

Coach took the bag from my hand and looked at me asking, “Is it a girl?”

“Not that I'm aware of,” I said.

“Is it a guy?” Coach asked.

I laughed and said, “Scott into guys? Nah. Scott's straighter than a ruler.”

“Our goalie Danny is gay,” Coach said.

“Awww! I love Danny,” I said cheerfully, looking at Scott. “He's so sweet. Maybe you should, Scott.”

Scott looked at me with narrowed eyes, still trying to figure out why I'm here. “Emma, no. And, yeah, I know Coach, but that's not it.”

I gasped, placing a hand over my heart. I was being extra sassy today. Maybe it was because I slept in Stiles' arms all night? Hmm. Who knows. “You don't think Danny's a good-lookin' guy?”

“I... think he's good-looking. I-- but I-- I like girls. And that's not it, anyway!” Scott said, fed up with me already.

I giggled knowing I'd won this round.

“I-I--” Scott started.

Coach couldn't help himself because he asked, “What-- is it drugs? Are you doing meth?”

“Are you?” I sassed once more. I was on a damn roll today!

Coach looked at me and said, “Your mother and I had a brother that was addicted to meth.” He was talking to both Scott and I now when he said, “You should have seen what it did to his teeth-- they were all cracked and rotted. It was-- it was disgusting.”

“My... God,” Scott and I said in unison. “What happened to him?”

“He got veneers,” Coach said.

I couldn't help the laugh that came out of me.

“Is-- is that what this is about?” Coach asked. “Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?”

“No... I'm... having some issues dealing with aggression,” Scott said.

Third point for me today. “Well, here's the good news, Scotty.”

Coach and I said in unison, “That's why you play lacrosse.”

“Problem solved,” Coach added.

“Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night,” Scott said, trying to make him understand.

“Listen, McCall, part of playing first line,” Coach started walking towards Scott. “Is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready.”

“If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?” Scott asked, incredulously.

“McCall, play the game,” Coach said.

~~~

I was late for my math class. I hated being late to class. It put me on edge.

As I walked in the classroom, stopping the shut the door quietly, I saw Scott and Lydia at the board solving a problem. I overheard Lydia saying, “I think you sort of are.” She looked at Scott then looked back at the board. “Especially when you brutally injured my boyfriend by ramming into him.”

Lydia was blaming something on Scott when it wasn't even his fault. Jackson hit the ground hard that day for being a damn tool.

I walked up to Scott's side and defended him. “He brutally injured himself ramming into Scott, Lydia.”

“Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance. Something you know nothing about, Emma.” She turned back to the board, continuing with the math equation.

“Whatever, Lydia,” I snarked. I stayed by Scott's side, fighting this fight for him. I needed to get Lydia back for what she did to me.

“I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers. Something I'm sure you definitely have experience in,” she said to me. Scott put his arm down a little, keeping me from attacking the bitchy strawberry blonde.

“Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone... like your bitch ass,” I said, trying to end the conversation I dragged myself into.

“Fine! Scott, don't play,” Lydia said, eyes dancing between me and Scott. “We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning... and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall and Emma Thomas can stay home, surfing the net for porn.”

She finished the equation and sat back down in her seat.

“Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem,” our teacher said.

“Tell me about it,” he said.

“Ms. Thomas, to your seat, please.”

~~~

Scott and I were having a small race to see who could shut their locker that fastest. He won, obviously. Damn him and his speed. Stiles ran up to us and grabbed Scott by the shoulders. “Come here.”

He led Scott over to a set of stairs, turning back to see if I followed. “Em!”

“Oh, so now you want me to come over there?” I sassed.

“Get your sassy ass over here,” Stiles said.

I walked over as Stiles told Scott, “Tell me what they're saying.” He pointed over to our dads and a deputy talking with our Principal.

“Can you hear 'em?” Stiles asked, placing a hand on Scott's shoulder.

Scott concentrated on this conversation then turned his head back to us. “Curfew because of the body.”

Stiles tapped Scott's arm. “Unbelievable. Our dad's are out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing what he wants.”

“Well, we can't exactly tell our dads the truth about Derek,” I said, as gently as I could. Oh, yes. The boys told me everything. And I mean everything.

Stiles looked at me. “I can do something.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Find the other half of the body,” he said walking off, leaving me and Scott.

We said in unison, “Are you kidding?” I groaned and turned with Scott to our left, seeing Lydia introducing Allison to another player on the lacrosse team.

I saw red as I walked with Scott over to Allison and glared at Lydia. She gave me and Scott a look that said I-always-keep-my-promises and walked off, grabbing the guys wrist.

“So, Lydia's introducing you to everyone?” Scott asked Allison.

“She's being so unbelievably nice to me,” Allison said.

Scott looked after Lydia and said, “I wonder why.”

“I wouldn't trust her,” I said to Allison.

Allison gave me a look. “Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at Scott. “I'm gonna go find Stiles. I'll see you later.”

~~~

Stiles must've gotten a text or something from Scott because he rushed over to my house and incisively rang my doorbell, waking me from my nap. When I didn't hurry off the couch, he opened my front door and walked over to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me.

“If you don't stop, I'm gonna go in the kitchen to grab a butter knife to cut your balls off with so that it'll be more painful,” I said grumpily, while turning onto my side, digging my face into the pillow that I claimed as mine.

“I'm sorry to wake you, but you gotta come to Scott's with me. He found something and wants to check it out,” he hurried out.

“Did he say 'you and Emma' or just 'you'?” I questioned. When he was silent, I took that as my answer. “Let me know what you find.”

The next thing I knew, Stiles was slinging one of my arms over his shoulder and picking me up bridal style. “You can sleep in the Jeep.”

“Don't forget my shoes.”

~~~

When we got to Scott's, we hopped out the Jeep. Stiles burst through the front door and sprinted up the stairs, me not too far behind.

When he got up stairs, he burst through Scott's bedroom door much like he did with the front door, and asked “What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so...”

I walked in and said, “That's how you were able to hold me and grab my shoes at the same time!”

Scott looked to me for an answer. “I was sleeping. He must've insisted I come along because he busted in my house and carried me to the Jeep, shoes in hand.”

Scott smirked and shook his head, looking back up to Stiles. “I found something of Derek Hale's.”

“Are you kidding? What?” Stiles asked.

“There's something buried there-- I could smell blood,” Scott informed.

“That's awesome! I mean, that's terrible. Who's blood?” Stiles said.

I placed my left hand on his shoulder and said, “Maybe only take the amount of Adderall you're supposed to take next time?”

Scott spoke up, “I don't know.” He stood up, both boys at eye level. “But when we do, your dads nails Derek for the murder. And then you both help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game.”

Stiles smiled this goofy smile I couldn't help but laugh at while Scott tossed his lacrosse stick onto his bed. We all walked out of the house and got into the Jeep, driving to the hospital.

~~~

I wasn't really sure what we were even at the hospital for, but as long as I was hanging out with my best friends, I didn't care what the hell we did.

We stopped by a door, and I looked around, finding a sign that had three locations on it; E.R./Admissions, Laboratory, and Morgue. I pointed to it, turning my head back to Scott and Stiles and asked, “Uhm, is this it?”

They both turned and looked at the sign.

“Okay,” Scott said. He turned his back to the door and started backing towards it.

“Good luck, I guess.” Stiles said.

“Buy me something pretty,” I smiled.

Scott faced forwards and hurried through the door, trying not to get caught.

Stiles and I turned and walked down the hallway towards a nurses station. I looked to my left and groaned, “Perfect.”

“What?” Stiles asked.

I pointed towards Lydia. “Girlfriend's here,” I sassed.

“She's not my girlfriend... yet,” he responded.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Whatever. I'm sitting down.” I blocked out everything after that. I didn't want to listen to him gush his feelings to her. I picked up a magazine instead, reading the contents of the pages. Gossip, rumor, scandal, more gossip.

I heard Stiles sit next to me with a huff.

“Date not go well?” I sassed once again.

Stiles scoffed. “Nah. She had that bluetooth thing in her ear. It was nothing worth repeating to her, though.”

“Hm. Cool.” I went back to reading my magazine.

I heard Jackson's voice followed by Lydia's and blocked that out, too. I did look over, though, when I saw Stiles look over at them. I laughed at what he had in his hands.

“What?” he asked.

“Why are you reading about the menstrual cycle?” I said.

“To better understand you and your extra sassiness once a month,” he sarcastically replied.

“Touche!” I said. Looking past Stiles with a chuckle, it was in that moment, I knew I fucked up. Jackson and Lydia were grossly making out. I scoffed. Turning my sights back around, I saw that Scott was making his way towards Stiles and I. He grabbed the pamphlet out of Stiles' hand.

“Holy... God!” Stiles exclaimed.

“The scent was the same,” Scott said.

“You sure?” we asked, standing up.

“Yes,” Scott confirmed.

Stiles sighed. “So he did bury the other half of the body on his property.”

“Which means we have proof that he killed that girl,” I said, getting a little too into playing detective. “I say we use it.” I looked up and said, “It would end up as compelling evidence in court.” The boys started walking away as I said this.

“How?” Scott asked.

Stiles turned around and said, “Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?”

“There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles-- bite marks,” Scott said.

“Okay,” Stiles did a weird head move like he agreed. “Then we're gonna need a couple shovels.”

We all walked out of the hospital, Stiles putting a hand on my upper back.

~~~

It was dark when we got to Derek's. Stiles had told me that I should stay home, but I didn't want to miss this. I wanted to be there when Derek got arrested. We watched as he got into his car and drove off.

Stiles had his headlights off as were pulling up to the house, Scott was telling Stiles where to pull up at and to the Jeep. The boys got out of the Jeep and I handed them everything they needed before climbing over the driver’s seat and hopping out.

Closing the door, I grabbed the flashlight out of Stiles' hand, shining it over the house while following Scott.

“Wait. Something's different,” Scott said.

Shivering, I asked, “Different how?”

“I don't know,” Scott responded.

We walked up a small hill and Scott said, “Let's just get this over with.”

“Uhm. Yes, please,” I said.

Stiles walked over to where Scott had started digging. “Em, light.”

I pointed the light to where the boys were digging. As they kept digging and digging, I looked around, nearly jumping at every sound the nighttime animals made.

I was wearing an extra hoodie of Stiles', so his scent was helping to calm me down, but not by much. Maybe about 5%, I would say.

“This is taking way too long,” Scott panted.

“Just keep going,” Stiles said. He spared a quick glance at me and shook his head. “You shoulda stayed home, Emma.”

“What if he comes back?” I whined.

“Then we get the hell outta here,” Stiles replied.

“What if he catches us?” I whined fearfully.

“I have a plan for that,” Stiles said.

“Elaborate,” I demanded.

“Scott runs one day. You and I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad,” he elaborated.

I stomped my foot like a child and said, “I hate that plan.” I had a fearful look on my face as I looked around and whined.

I heard something gross thudding and Stiles say, “Oh, stop, stop, stop.” He was holding his hand out to Scott. They tossed the shovels over the edge of the hole they dug up and bent down, going to untie the knots that were tying the other half of the body.

“Hurry,” I said.

“I'm trying, babe,” Stiles said. “Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?”

“I'll do it,” Scott wheezed.

They got the knots untied and pulled back the tarp. What was underneath it wasn't the other half of a human body, but a wolf's body. They both screamed causing me to look over and scream bloody murder. They came back over the edge and Stiles quickly stood up and wrapped me in his arms, letting me cling to him fearfully.

“What the hell is that?” Stiles yelled, causing me to flinch. He whispered in my ear, “I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.”

Scott took a second to reply and said, “It's a wolf.”

“Yeah, we can see that, Scotty,” I sassed.

“I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood,” Stiles said.

“I told you something was different,” Scott said.

Stiles looked down to me and asked, “Will you be okay?” I nodded so he let me go and walked back over to Scott. “This doesn't make sense.”

“We gotta get outta here,” Scott said. “We gotta get Emma home.”

“Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up,” Stiles said. He bent down, but something caught his eye. He looked over to a familiar purple flower. It almost looked like lavender, but it wasn't. I recognized it from somewhere, though. I just couldn't remember.

Scott noticed that Stiles wasn't moving, so he asked, “What's wrong?”

“You guys see that flower?” Stiles asked, his voice rising just a little.

Scott looked over at the flower. “What about it?”

“I think it's,” Stiles started.

“Wolfsbane,” him and I said together.

Scott looked at the both of us asking, “What's that?”

Stiles looked over to Scott, asking him, “Uh... haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?”

“No.”

“Lon Chaney, JR? Claude Rains,” Stiles said. “The original, classic werewolf movie?”

“No! What?”

Stiles sighed. “You are so unprepared for this. Even Emma saw it.”

“Uhm, that's because you made me,” I said, my sassiness coming out in full force.

Stiles got up and walked over to the flower. He grabbed it and pulled it up out of the dirt. It was attached to a rope, and he followed the rope in what seemed like a spiral.

Once Stiles had the flower and all the rope in his hands, Scott suddenly stood up. Stiles was across the hole from Scott.

“Stiles,” Scott said solemnly.

Stiles walked back over to Scott and said, “Holy...”

“What?” I started walking over to them when Stiles turned to face me and said, “Don't look. You'll never ever come back out here again. Even during the day. I'll tell you in the morning. I promise.”

I nodded my head, trusting Stiles. He was being very protective, which at this point, I didn't mind at all.

~~~

The next morning, we were back at the Hale house. I was sitting on top of the Jeep, watching as one of Sheriff's deputies escorted a handcuffed Derek to the back of the Sheriff's squad car. Derek glanced at Scott and I, and we tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

I heard the door shut, and looked my right, seeing Stiles walking through the woods towards the squad car. He looked back at me and Scott, both us shaking our heads and whispering no as if he could hear us. He got into the front seat and I palmed my face, not believing what I was seeing. I should've been trying to not be seen by any of the other deputies considering my dad was one, but right now, I just couldn't find it in myself to care.

I looked up when I heard Stiles say “Ow” repeatedly.

Sheriff shifted him so that they were facing each other. “There. Stand.” He looked over to where I was sitting and said, “Emma Grace, get your ass over here.”

I hopped down off the Jeep and sped walked over to the Stilinski men, keeping my head down. “Emma, you should know better than to be at the scene of a crime when your dad, my best friend, is one of my deputies.”

“I know,” I said. “I'm sorry.”

“Now, you,” Sheriff said to Stiles. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

I don't think Sheriff had any clue I was here at all last night, which was awesome. I didn't need another talking to by my parents right now. Not when they're still having marital issues.

“I'm just trying to help,” Stiles said.

“Uh-huh,” Sheriff said. “Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this.”

Stiles sighed. “We were looking for Scott's inhaler.”

“Which he dropped when?” Sheriff asked. I knew exactly what he was doing; he was getting Stiles to cave without actually getting him to cave. Sounds weird, but hear me out.

“The other night,” Stiles shrugged.

“The other night when you two were out here for the first half of the body,” Sheriff said.

“Yes,” Stiles said.

“The night that you told me you and Emma were alone and Scott was at home,” Sheriff wondered.

“Yes,” he said. Realizing what came out of this mouth, he hung his head while I snorted out a laugh as he said, “No. Oh, crap.”

Satisfied with his performance, Sheriff said with a smirk, “So you lied to me.” before he looked to me for backup.

“That depends on how you define lying,” Stiles said, pointing his right index finger.

“Well, I think it's defined as not telling the truth. What do you define it as?” I sassed.

“Mm, reclining your body in a horizontal position?” he sassed back, moving his hands in a horizontal way.

Sheriff said to him, “Get the hell out of here. Emma, stay.”

“Absolutely,” we said.

Stiles walked away while I stayed behind. I looked to Sheriff and he asked me, point blank, “Did you stay the other night?”

“Yeah. I was spooked about that night we were out here, so I asked if I could stay. I know I'm supposed to ask, but I guess I just forgot this time,” I lied.

He looked down at the ground then back up at me. “You know you're welcome any time. Next time you stay over, you should make your famous pancakes. I miss them.”

I looked down sadly not wanting to bring her up, but I couldn't stop myself. “I got the recipe from Claudia before she passed. Said she wanted me to have to always make them for Stiles on Sunday's. Whatever that means.” Sundays were always the days when our families spent the day apart. It gave Stiles and I a really good day break from one another. I never knew what they did on Sunday’s and the same for him. We never wanted each other to know. We've still kept that little tradition alive.

“She'd be proud. Of you both,” Sheriff said.

I smiled. “Thanks, Sheriff.”

He pulled me into a gentle hug and kissed the top of my head. “Now, get out of here.”

~~~

“I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial,” Scott said as we were driving down the road.

“Yeah. Me, either,” I said. I had decided I would help Scott look up stuff about wolfsbane.

“Just keep looking,” Stiles told us. “Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf.”

I notice Scott started to pant a little bit. I typed into my phone's keyboard about werewolves panting in pain and found some juicy stuff. “Hey, guys...”

“Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know?” Stiles continued, ignoring me calling for them.

“Guys,” I tried once more, but still, to no avail.

“Like something you have to learn,” Stiles still continued on.

Scott replied, “I'll put it on my to-do list, right underneath figuring out the hell I'm playing this game tonight.”

“Guys, I have something really important here,” I tried one more time.

I, obviously, went unheard again because Stiles said, “Maybe it's different for girl werewolves.”

“Okay! Stop it!” Scott exclaimed.

Stiles spared a glance at Scott then asked, “Stop what?”

I leaned forward in between the seats to do my own investigating, searching high and low for a certain item I was sure that Stiles took from Derek's house.

“Stop saying 'werewolves'!” Scott said. “Stop enjoying this so much.”

“Scotty, are you okay?” I asked.

“No! No, I'm not,” Scott said. “I'm so far from being okay, Em.”

“You know you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later,” Stiles piped up.

Scott must've really been having an episode because he was just acting like he was in pain. “I can't,” he said.

“Well, you're gonna have to,” Stiles said.

I was still searching for my item. Well, not my item. The item in question.

“No! I can't breathe. Aah!” Scott slammed his hand up on the roof of the Jeep and I jumped a little, moving my body closer behind Stiles' seat.

Stiles kept repeating whoa while swerving on the road.

“Stiles,” I said.

“Ah,” Scott said.

“Pull over,” Scott and I said.

“Why? What's happening?” Stiles asked as I unzipped his backpack and pulled out what I was looking for. The wolfsbane flower.

“You kept it?!” I yelled at him.

“What was I supposed to do with it?” Stiles exclaimed, looking down at the flower for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.

I was getting scared again because Scott kept grunting, like he was about to change.

“Stop the car!” Scott yelled. What I feared was coming true because when I looked at Scott, his eyes were that werewolf yellow.

Stiles must've freaked out because he immediately pulled the Jeep over. He grabbed his backpack as Scott put his head in his hands, rocking back and forth. I wanted to comfort him, but I was too scared of him right now.

“Okay...” Stiles said as he jumped out of the Jeep. I didn't know what he did with his backpack because my focus was on Scott and hoping that he wouldn't tear my insides out of my body. Scott ended up jumping out of the Jeep, running back into the woods.

Stiles panted like he'd just run a marathon and turned around to face the Jeep. “Okay,” he sighed. “We're good, you can...” He noticed that Scott was missing and said his name as if he was still sitting in the passenger seat. He looked from side to side and said Scott's name again, this time with a little bit more fear. He looked over at me through the window and ran to his open door. “Hey, you okay?”

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. “Just freaking peachy,” I sassed.

He let out a breathy chuckle and hung his head. “Get up here.”

I started climbing over, thankful I wore jeans today. I looked in between the seats and giggled. “Did you throw your bag into the woods?” I asked.

It was as if a light bulb went off in his head because his eyes widened. He turned around and went back to get his bag and came back.

“Are you taking me home?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said as he climbed back in. “We're going to look for Scott.”

I sighed and said, “Alright.”

“You'll be fine, “ he said. “You just have to get used to Scott wolfing out.”

“So do you, Stiles,” I said.

We looked at each other and shared a smile before he started to drive off. “Hey, can you dial dispatch and put it on speaker?”

“Yeah, sure.” I pulled out my phone and dialed the dispatch number for the Sheriff's station. They must've recognized my number because Officer Tracy answered with, “Emma, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty.”

Stiles took my phone from my hand. “Stiles is here, too,” he said. “We just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls.”

“Odd how?” she asked.

“Uh, like an odd person or... a dog-like individual roaming the streets,” I explained.

“I'm hanging up on both of you now,” Officer Tracy said.

“No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!” we hollered.

“Goodbye,” she said before hanging up.

Stiles got frustrated and almost tossed my phone on the dashboard.

“Hold up here, mister,” I said, reaching for my phone. “You're not destroying my phone. This thing cost a fortune. My parents would literally kill me if something happened to it.”

“Sorry. I'm just... Gah!” Stiles slammed his hand on his steering wheel.

I reached over and grabbed his hand. “It's gonna be alright! I'm worried about him and other people, too. Just calm down.”

He looked at me for a second and seemed to visibly calm down.

“You don't need to be getting worked up before the game, anyway.” I let go of his hand, but he didn't move it back to the steering wheel. Instead, he placed his hand on my thigh. I looked at his hand and just stared. Had he meant to do that?

~~~

I was back in Coach's office, eating my dinner my mom packed for me. I told her I wanted to spend some time with my uncle before he became this screaming and hollering coach.

“How are your grades?” he asked me.

I chuckled. “You're the Coach and Econ teacher. I'm pretty sure all you have to do is go to my teachers and ask for my grades.”

He gave me an unimpressed look.

I sighed and said, “They're fine, Bobby. I swear. All A's. Ever since kindergarten.”

“They're aren't any...” he paused and took a deep breath. “Boys, are there?”

I looked down at my lap and breathed a deep sigh. “He wouldn't notice me anyway.”

“Hey, look at me.” I looked up and locked eyes with Coach. “You're the most beautiful girl I know. Besides your grandma, of course,” he said, bringing a chuckle out of me. “You look just like your mother. Which makes you even more beautiful. If this--” he gestured his hand around. “Kid doesn't see what an amazing young woman you are, then he doesn't deserve your time and attention.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, Bobby.”

“You're welcome,” he said. “Now, finish your dinner and get the hell out of my office.”

“And he's back, ladies and germs,” I said. “You're the cause my sassiness, I hope you're aware.”

“Copy that,” he said.

I smiled and got up from my seat, leaving my dishes to get later. I walked out of the office and spotted Stiles walking down an aisle. I smiled, a plan formulating in my head as I walked up to him. “Hey!” I started to laugh as Stiles jumped and grabbed at his heart.

“Don't do that,” he said.

“Sorry,” I chuckled.

He turned and found Scott sitting at his locker, so we walked up to him.

“You gonna try to convince me not to play?” Scott asked.

“I'm not. Just came to wish you good luck,” I said with a smile.

“I just hope you know what you're doing,” Stiles said.

“If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison,” Scott said.

I sat down next to Scott and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Allison's not going anywhere.”

“And it's one game that you really don't need to play,” Stiles finished.

Scott turned his attention to Stiles and said, “I wanna play!”

They were about to fight like 5 year olds, so I stood up and shook my head at these boys.

“I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. Do you get that?” Scott said.

Stiles looked down and said, “I get it.” He took his bag off his shoulder, sat down next to Scott and sighed.

I walked up and stood in between them, putting my hand back on Scott's shoulder. “Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay?” I said, taking a kinder approach.

“Or get too angry,” Stiles piped up.

“I got it,” Scott told us.

“Or stressed,” I said. “You can't be too stressed, Scotty.”

“I got it, Em,” Scott said, looking up at me.

“Don't think about Allison being in the stands,” I said before Stiles could say anything.

“Or that her father's trying to kill you,” Stiles piped in. I put my head back and sighed. “Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone.”

Scott turned his head over to Stiles with a worried look. I pinched the bridge of my nose and just stood there until Stiles was finished.

“If a hunter doesn't kill you first...” Stiles noticed Scott's look and finished with, “I'm sorry. I'll stop.”

“You just don't know when to quit, do you?” I asked while keeping my fingers on my nose. I put my hand down and looked at Scott, bending slightly. “Good luck, Scott.” I kissed his cheek and started to walk away.

“What about me?” Stiles asked, voice laced with disappointment.

I turned and looked at him with a raised brow. “I'm not sure sitting on the bench requires a good luck kiss on the cheek.”

~~~

I was standing next to Coach while he was talking to the refs when I noticed Scott and Stiles walking up. I patted Coach's shoulder and went to walk away.

“Bleachers,” he said. “But if we make any good scores, you can come sit on the bench.”

I smiled and walked up to my best friends. “Hey, boys.”

“Scott!” I heard a voice say. I rolled my eyes when I noticed it was Lydia.

I grumbled to myself, “The universe hates me this badly.” Stiles backed up and I had to move, so he wouldn't run me into while gawking at Lydia.

I didn't want to stay and listen to this pointless conversation, so I stood in front of Stiles and looked back at Scott and Lydia. I ended up telling what I said myself. “Does the universe hate me that much to have fucking Lydia Martin basically follow me around all the time?”

“Nah. Universe loves you. It's just telling you that you're a badass and not to worry about her. She may be hot and all, but...” he started.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “I'm gonna go sit with Melissa. Good luck sitting here all night.”

“Em!” he yelled. I glanced back at him over my shoulder and I read the words as they left his lips. “You're more beautiful.”

I got a text from Stiles and I chuckled to myself as I said, “That boy just doesn't know when to quit.”

Stiles: I know you value being called beautiful over hot than anything else.

I looked up at him and smiled. This boy.

The whistle blew and all the players, except for Stiles and a couple of others, jumped up and ran onto the field, getting into their ready positions.

I looked over at Melissa and said, “I'm sorry. I really hate to do this, but-”

Melissa interrupted me with a chuckle. “It's okay. Go. Sit with Stiles.”

I smiled gratefully at her. “Next game, I promise I'll sit here with you the entire time.” I jumped up and ran to the players bench, sitting next to Stiles. “Don't say a word. Coach might not notice I'm here.”

Sheriff walked up behind us, placing a hand on each of our upper backs. Stiles was shaking his leg up and down. It was particularly cold out tonight. “Hey, kids.”

“Hey,” Stiles greeted.

“Hey, Noah,” I said.

They were looking out at the field while I was looking at them.

“So, you think you'll see any action tonight?” Sheriff asked.

A couple of the players sitting next to Stiles snickered and said, “Maybe,” while looking in my direction. I gave them a look that said shut the hell up and shook my head. Boys.

“Action? Maybe.” Stiles looked over at me and it was like the fear of God got put into me.

I looked back out at the field and watched as the ref put the ball onto the ground. Jackson and the other teams player placed their nets in ready position.

The ref blew the whistle and Jackson scooped up the ball, running towards goal.

Scott stuck his stick in the air, letting Jackson know to pass the ball to him.

Stiles took his glove out of his mouth, which he was biting, and said, “Come on.”

Jackson passed the ball to number 26, but not to Scott who was number 11. 26 passed the ball to another player. As I watched this, I realized they were intentionally skipping over Scott. The ball ended up being dropped to the ground.

Scott spotted it and started running over to scoop it up. Unfortunately, Jackson noticed, too, and also ran toward the ball. He pushed Scott down and scooped it up, running and tossing the ball in the goalie net, scoring our first point.

The crowd behind us cheered while we just sat there.

Coach walked by us and said, “That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!” I got up and walked to him and said, “You saw that, right? Bobby, tell me you saw that! Jackson knocked Scott down, his own member! That's gotta be a foul or something right?”

He looked down at me and said, “Back on the bench.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned, walking back over to Stiles. “This is going to be one hell of a game,” I grumbled. I turned around to see Lydia and Allison holding up a sign that said, WE LUV U JACKSON.

“Ouch,” I said. “That's gonna leave a burn in the morning.”

Scott turned his head, noticing the sign and all I saw on his face was hurt.

Stiles turned around and noticed the sign as well. He turned back around and said, “Brutal.” before he looked at me and said, “Oh, this is not gonna be good.”

“Ya think?” I sassed.

Scott ran onto the field to get into his position. He bent down and that's when I saw the air coming from his mouth in thick waves.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

The ref had walked up to Scott and said something because Scott nodded his head. I looked towards Jackson, who was looking at Scott. I couldn't really see his face, so I couldn't decipher what look he was giving as the ref walked further onto the field.

I was looking back at Scott when I noticed he looked over at Allison again. Turning my head, I saw that Lydia and Allison were once again holding up a sign. This side said, JACKSON IS #1!

Allison didn't look too thrilled to be doing so. I looked back over to Scott and thought I saw his eyes flash Gold for a second, so I brushed it off, chopping it down to just seeing things.

“Down! Set!” the ref called. One of our players and the opposing team's player crouched in front of the ball, nets on the ground. The whistle blew and the players at the ball struggled to scoop it up. It ended up going into the air. Scott looked up at the ball and ran forward, using one of the opposing teams player and catapult to jump off of to get the ball into his net. Stiles and I just looked at the event that was playing out. Him in watching mode to see if Scott was gonna wolf out and me in fear in case he did wolf out.

Scott dodged player after player, running towards his goal; the goalie net. He shot the ball into the net and gave us another point to bring the score 4-5.

Everyone cheered. Stiles and I stood, giving high-fives to the players next to us. We turned to each other and hugged, him spinning me around once then putting me back down. We ran alongside Coach, repeating what he was saying. “Pass to McCall!”

Jackson shook his head as two more players crouched in front of the ball. The play started and the opposing team got possession of the ball. Their player, number 43, turned around to run towards our goal, but stopped when he spotted Scott standing in front of him. I think he was hearing what we were hollering to our players because he intentionally passed the ball to Scott.

Stiles and I were sitting back down now, him chewing on his glove. Coach sat down next to me and asked, “Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?”

“Yes, I believe so, Coach,” we answered in union.

Scott was once again dodging every player.

“Interesting,” Coach said. He looked down at me for a split second. “Why are you over here?”

“Better view,” I sassed.

Scott tossed the ball into the net, only it also went through the goalies net, evening out the score 5-5.

“Goal!”

All three of us stood up off the bench, yelling, “Yes! Yes!”

“There you go!” Coach yelled. He clapped and said, “Way to go, McCall!”

Stiles and I looked over at the ref, who had come and stood beside Coach.

“What? The ball's in the net,” Coach tried to reason.

Stiles repeated, “Ball's in the net” like that would make the ref see it any differently.

I piped in with, “That's the goal of the game is to get the ball in the net! We got it.”

Coach blew his whistle. I looked up at Stiles and laughed at the look on his face. He looked like he killed the ref about 100 different times in his head before we walked back to the bench and sat down.

There was 39 seconds left on the clock as the ref put the ball on the ground. “Down!”

Jackson and the opposing team member were having a conversation. I couldn't hear what they were saying, just focusing on seeing if Scott was about to wolf out.

The whistle blew, Jackson and the opposing player trying to get the ball. I couldn't see what happened. All I know is that Scott had the ball and he started running towards the goal before he stopped and looked at the other players.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I think Stiles had a pretty good idea because he stood up.

“Scott, no, no,” he said.

Scott quickly looked at a player to his right. It seems like he heard something because he looked at both players on either side of him as they ran towards him. He shot the ball into the net, giving us the winning score, 6-5.

Everyone, including me, stood up and cheered for Scott. Stiles shot his arms straight into the air and yelled, “Yes!” He laughed and lowered his arms, looking at me. “Oh, my God.”

“Well, we won! He didn't wolf out on the field! That was good!” I exclaimed. Everyone was running out of the bleachers and onto the field. I saw Allison run by, probably looking for Scott.

Stiles and I had sat back down after I spotted Allison. Sheriff was on the phone with someone as I heard him say, “Uh-huh.”

Stiles and I looked over, and he asked, “Dad, what's wrong?”

He pointed a finger at us, telling us to hold on a moment.

“I wonder what that's about,” I said.

He shrugged and looked back to his dad. I looked around the field looking for Scott. “Hey, where did Scott go?”

~~~

Stiles and I walked into the locker room after receiving information from his dad. I wasn't expecting what I saw and smiled a little. We had walked in on Scott and Allison kissing. Stiles looked away while I stood there, watching like a creeper. He went to pull me back by arm, but instead he stood behind me and looked over at the couple kissing.

When they pulled apart, Allison laughed. She turned her head to the side and said, “I gotta get back to my dad.”

Scott had the biggest smile on his face before they shared a quick kiss, and Allison started walking towards us. She looked up and waved quickly at us. “Stiles. Emma.”

“Hey, yeah,” Stiles said, waving back with a chuckle. We both started walking, meeting Scott in the middle of the showers and the lockers, that goofy smile on his face that I couldn't help but smile at myself. It felt really good to see him happy.

“I kissed her,” he said.

“We saw,” Stiles and I said.

“She kissed me,” he smiled.

“Saw that, too, Scotty,” I smiled.

“That's pretty good, huh?” Stiles asked.

Scott sighed, still happy about the events that played out not moments ago. “I-I-I don't know how,” Scott started. He looked down at me, since I was little shorter than him and Stiles, and finished what he was saying. “But I controlled it. I pulled it back.” He looked back up at Stiles. “Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad.”

“Yeah, heh,” Stiles said. “We'll talk later, then.” I tapped Scott's shoulder as Stiles lightly grabbed my wrist. As he did this, Scott tapped his chest and asked, “What?”

Stiles turned back around to face Scott. He sighed and looked to me, gearing himself up to tell Scott what his father told us.

“The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.” He sounded like he didn't want to tell Scott.

“And...” Scott asked.

“Well, I'll keep it simple,” Stiles said. “Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail.”

“Are you kidding?” Scott asked.

“No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass,” I said. “Sheriff I.D'd the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.”

“Hale?” Scott exclaimed.

Nodding, I said, “Derek's sister.”

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Posted August 29, 2020

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Little Pet- Isaac Lahey

Summary: Yet again Theo was trying to hurt the pack one way or another, this time though it led to her boyfriend Isaac getting injured. She shows Theo who not to mess with.

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, very protective and angry reader, dick head Theo, mentions of blood, slight violence, cursing

Word Count: 1.6+

Pairing/Characters: Isaac lahey x fem!heratic!reader x the pack (platonic)

Prompt: “hi so uh I saw that your requests are open and I’d like to request a Pack/Isaac Lahey imagine/one shot (idk the correct term lol) where the reader is usually a nice, kind-hearted innocent person, but when someone in the pack is badly injured right in front of her she goes off and gets really badass and pissed. The reader can be any species you’d like :)” - anon

A/N: so imma write this as if Isaac was involved with the whole Theo thing in season 5 bc I feel that fits best. I’m sorry I hardly ever write anymore guys, I have no inspiration and just no will to do literally anything. Anyways I hope you enjoy this piece!

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The pack never seemed to get a good break from Theo’s antics. He was always trying to ‘prove’ he could be apart of the pack but when he was told no every single time, he just had to make his point that they ‘made a mistake’ of not letting him in.

It was after a lacrosse game, the pack was staying a little longer afterwards to see if they could get anymore information about the new killings in Beacon Hills. With the return of Chris Argent from France also came the return of werewolf beta, Isaac Lahey. Upon his arrival he swore up and down to Scott that he wouldn’t get involved in any relationships whatsoever. That didn’t last long as another newcomer had arrived just a little bit before him.

Everyone could sense that something was different about her, from the fact that she looked so good all the time, to the necklace that she never seemed to take off for some reason. She was definitely hiding something and they were going to figure out what it was. It wasn’t until one of the new kills in Beacon Hills happened that they found out what Y/N was.

There had been a report of a car accident, a hit and run with a girl run over and most likely dead at the scene. However, when the pack arrived to see what had happened and to bother Sheriff Stilinkski, they knew that this girl was supernatural. There was no way to explain the fact that she, the so called victim of the hit and run, was sitting there perfectly fine without any injuries. It just didn’t fit.

Then came the missing blood bags. Scott’s mother had told him that there was an odd amount of blood bags missing from the blood drive from their school and the rest of the town. That same blood drive had happened the night Y/N was hit. After sharing this information with the pack they all decided it was a good idea to watch her and see if they were right, or maybe just paranoid.

To keep a long story short, that night they caught Y/N sneak into the room where they kept the blood and found out what she was. A heratic- a vampire-witch. 

Theo Raeken had a plan to get back at the McCall pack, to hurt some of the ones they cared most about. He knew that Isaac Lahey had a sad, deep history with the original members of the pack so he’d go after him. His plan was simple, flirt with Y/N to get Isaac angry then kill him. He thought it was simple but little did he know it was really a plan that would probably get him killed.

Fast forward to the day Theo Raeken and the rest of the pack would see what Y/N- the girl they thought was just so sweet and innocent- was really capable of. 

The pack was at a party, one only seniors and juniors could get into. The pack was sticking together for the most part, until Y/N and Isaac pulled themselves into a corner to be hidden from everyone else. They were in a heavy make-out session, hands roaming and grabbing at anything they could feel. It was perfect, something both teens were craving so badly until some jackass bumped into the couple and spilled their drinks all over Isaac’s clothes. He went to go dry off, leaving Y/N to sit there until he got back.

Theo took this as his opportunity to flirt with Y/N, making the extra effort to get closer to her than he should’ve been. Y/N tried ignoring him, paying him no mind until Isaac came bounding over, claws and fangs out as he rushed to move Theo away from his girlfriend. Theo smirked as his plan began to play out just how he wanted it to.

Y/N went to find Scott as the two teen boys made their way out of the house and far into the woods behind them. Y/N was a sputtering mess as she tried explaining the situation to the Alpha. Scott nodded and the pack left the party and went to find the two werewolves. By the time they found them Isaac was on the ground covered in a mix of his and Theo’s blood. Y/N’s blood boiled at the sight, but it also made her realize that she hadn’t really eaten in days- maybe weeks. 

Theo smirked wickedly as he looked up at the pack, mainly at Scott to see his reaction. “I told you Scott, you should’ve accepted me into the pack. Looks like you’ll have an opening soon anyways, maybe you’ll learn this time around.” Theo was about to blow the final punch to Isaac’s beaten face, but before he even could Y/N was already on him. Her eyes changed, they were a blazing blue, dark veins coursing on the bottom of her eyes, fangs out as she snarled at him.

“Don’t you even dare think about hitting him one more time.” She growled. Theo was at a loss for words, completely stunned at the fact that the quietest person in the whole pack was completely outraged. Before anyone could pull Y/N away from him she had already thrown him against a tree, a blue aura that matched her eyes surrounding her body. “You think it’s funny to hurt us? Just because you think you’re such a perfect person doesn’t mean everyone else sees that.” Theo looked terrified at the girl in front of him, he could feel the rage radiating off of her and for once he didn’t like it.

Y/N pulled Theo off of the tree and with a wave of her hand Theo had been thrown about twenty feet across the woods. As she went to go after him again the smell of Isaac’s blood rushed her senses, alerting her that he was still hurt. The heretic turned around, her eyes going back to normal as she went to his side. She bit into her wrist to bring her own blood to the surface of her skin. “Here drink this, it’ll help heal you faster.” She encouraged. 

Isaac coughed as he looked at her with a worried and confused look upon his face. “I-I’ll be okay, I’ll heal just fine.” He was coughing up more blood as he tried to sit up more.

Scott leaned down next to the two. “You’re blood will help heal him faster?” He questioned.  Y/N nodded, hoping Isaac would just do it and drink her blood but he shook his head. Y/N frowned as she set her wrist down and nodded. She let Isaac lean against her and Scott to get him up to his feet once he was able to  to stand.

The pack slowly walked over to Theo was, the chimera struggling himself to get up. He spit a mix of blood and saliva onto the ground beside him, looking up at the group that stood above him. “You gonna let sick your little pet on me and finish the job?” Theo taunted Scott with a nasty grin.

Scott shook his head, “No, but next time you decide to try and pull something like that just know that I won’t stop her from eating you alive.” Scott was never the kind of person to ever get super aggressive or even say anything aggressive, but his words made Y/N smirk. 

The pack began to walk away, leaving Theo to take care of himself like he always had. The pack made their way back to their vehicles. “You showed a lot of self-control back there, Y/N.” Malia had commented, “I would’ve just ripped his face off.” Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment.

“It took a lot in me to not do that.” Her and Isaac leaned against her car while the rest of the pack was getting into their cars. Scott nodded at them, excusing him and the rest of the pack for a moment so that Isaac and Y/N could speak privately. 

Once the cars were turned on and Y/N was sure that they couldn’t be heard, Y/N turned to Isaac. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that, I know what I asked was a lot and I’m sorry I ever even asked you to drink my blood. I was just so worried I-” Isaac cut Y/N off by cupping her face softly and pressing his lips against hers. It was a soft kiss, enough to calm her down and reassure her that everything was okay. 

“It’s alright, you were just worried.” Isaac smiled softly as her eyes wondered his face. “Now let’s get back to your place, I can tell you haven’t eaten in a few days.” Y/N smiled softly at him and nodded then helped him get in the car, then getting in herself. The pack split up for the night, all going there separate ways. 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hiiiiii 🤩 …. So i am back with another request 🙈 can you recommend me some good high school aus, with Derek being a jock and nerdy Stiles, and there is a bet involved that Derek can make Stiles fall in love with him and in the end he falls in love 😈 ( I would prefer happy ending) thankkk youuuuuu

Let's see what I can find, @mysneakylife.

fascinating new thing (you delight me) by magique

(1/1 I 911 I Teen)

“Did you really eat a live duck?”

Derek bares his teeth, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth, and asks, “Are you sure you want to know?”

I burn, I pine, I perish. by MyseryLuvsCompany

(2/? I 3,342 I Teen)

When Allison Argent moves to Beacon Hills, she falls hard for Scott McCall— resident brown-eyed sweetheart— immediately. Her dreams of going to junior prom with him are cut short, however, when her friend Lydia Martin mentions that Scott McCall doesn’t date. Not until his best friend does too.

"Wait, that's his best friend?"

"Yep. All 147 sarcastic pounds of him. No dating until Stilinski dates; McCall policy. See your problem?"

I burn, I pine, I perish by everysundoesntrise

(1/1 I 6,972 I Teen)

Lydia just wants to date Jackson Whittemore, but her father forbids her from dating at all, unless, of course, her new brother Stiles could also get a date. Lucky for her, Derek Hale is single and always in the need for extra cash.

i'll take it, it'll do by CallicoKitten

(2/? I 8,684 I Not Rated)

So the girl of Scott's dreams won't date him unless her brother has a date too, that might be insane but Stiles is totally willing to help out with that because hey, he's a great friend, okay? Now if only that were the only problem in his life.

I Want You To Want Me by allyasavedtheday

(1/1 I 11,898 I Teen)

Laura sighs, coming to a stop in front of them, and Derek feels her eyes on him. He can almost see the cogs turning in her head before she nods decisively. “Fine. You can date…when Derek does.”

* Dating Derek is supposed to be a one-time thing. Just a sacrificed evening so Isaac can go out with Cora. Stiles should know by now his life never goes according to plan.

You Say Your Love Is Bona Fide by suchfun

(1/1 I 14,299 I Teen)

It's like the stars have finally aligned, and Laura doesn't think she has ever had, or will ever have, another parenting moment this pure in her whole life.

"Okay fine," she says, cutting Cora off just as she's opening her mouth to complain some more. "You can date."

Cora's mouth drops open. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, sure, why not, you can totally date." She pauses, letting the moment build, letting the hope build in Cora's eyes, before qualifying, "When Derek does."

The look on Cora's face makes every parenting crisis Laura's ever had (of which there have been many over the past three years) worth it.

I Want You To Want Me by sweetbutterbliss

(7/7 I 15,940 I Explicit)

Derek scrubs his hands across his face before crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his eyebrows at the two idiots standing in front of him. Well, Scott is an idiot. Stiles is...luminescent, and all jerky movement, with big, golden brown eyes. And he always has a plan. Derek is fucked and, it turns out, unable to say no to him.

Living a Teenage Dream by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 19,862 I Teen)

Rumor has it that Sheriff Stilinkski won't let his stepson Scott date until his other son Stiles does, so when Allison makes the mistake of falling for Scott, her well-meaning (and dickish) friends hatch a scheme to hire someone to take Stiles to homecoming.

10 Things I Hate (love) About You by catsteww

(1/1 I 31,153 I Teen)

When Kate Argent hires Stiles to date Derek and get paid for it, Stiles obviously agrees and sets out to win his heart. Except Stiles wasn't expecting Derek to actually have layers underneath his tough exterior, and he certainly wasn't expecting to develop pesky little feelings for him. And everything gets a little messed up along the way.

[themoonslore]

Teen Wolf Marvel Crossover Fan Fic Recs Part 2

Fire on Fire by sifshadowheart

word Count: 62745 Chapter 10/? Last Updated 3/2020 Stiles/Loki & Stiles/ Bucky & Stiles/Loki/Bucky 

Peter has always liked Stiles. From his snarky mouth to his clever mind to his willingness to do anything - anything at all - to protect what Stiles considered his. Which was why, when everyone else was running around doubting that he was the Nogitsune, Peter was doing his homework.

Little did he know, Stiles was doing his as well.

A Stiles-leaves/is sent away a/u from S3E22 wherein the Sheriff only wants what is best for his kid, Phil Coulson is an uncle, and Stiles is more prepared and less naive than anyone ever gave him credit for.

Recruitment By a_dale 

Word Count:  35540 Chapters: 10/10 Clint/Stiles

Stiles Stilinski is hired by SHIELD while studying in New York, and ends up recruited to work under none other than Phil Coulson. This is how he meets the Avengers.

But Beneath my feet i felt the sting of the earth remembering by Slythhearted

Word Count: 22371 Chapter 4/4 Sterek

Most families have secrets, Stiles’s family has more than most. Bucky Barnes was too late finding the daughter Natasha smuggled out of Russia, but there’s a grandson in California he really wants to stalk meet. An adventure with Werewolves, hunters and substitute teachers.

Hidden Truths By Harmonious113

Word Count: 212252 Chapter 18/20 Last Updated: 12/2021 Sterek 

Claudia Stilinkski always did her best to hide the truth from her family-her past, her family, the boy she couldn’t quite seem to let go of- to spare John and Stiles from the heartbreak. Stiles finds a trunk of letters and pictures unearthing the truth.

His father is Tony Stark.

Stiles Stilinski, Supernatural Avenger by fad_doodles

Word count: 60663 Chapter 22/22  Stiles/ Peter Parker

After Scott found out that Stiles had killed Donovan, he decided to kick her out of the group even though she did it out of self-defense.

Deciding that she has had enough of the supernatural world, she decided to pack up & finished the rest of her senior year in New York living with Uncle Phil.

Initium Novum by Pretendiamcool 

Word Count: 33434 Chapters: 12/? Last update: 08/2020 Stiles/ Peter Parker

Stiles decides to take one of the best decision he has in a while, after the pack kicks him out. He moves to New York for a new start. But with his luck, trouble (or maybe excitement and adventure depending on how you see it) follows him. After all, New York is home to some pretty super people.

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[christinesficrecs]

Student-teacher fic recs, there are more professor-student fics here. 

Oh, The Places We’ll Go by KeriArentikai | 18.9K | Series | ❤️

The five friends sat at a table in the student union building, laughing over their fast-food lunches.

“Okay,” said Jackson, “which prof would you bang?”

“Hale,” Erica, Isaac and Stiles all said together. No one was surprised at their answer.

Some rules are made with all intentions to break by theaeblackthorn | 23.3K | Explicit

When Tutshill Tornados star chaser Derek Hale leaves the team and returns to Hogwarts to become the new flying instructor, sixth year Slytherin Stiles Stilinski can't decide what he wants more: to know why his favourite Quidditch player has quit the game, or said Quidditch player naked in his bed.

Now, all he needs is a plan.

Later, mate! by Smowkie | 9.6K

”Hey, professor Hale,” he said.

”Mr Stilinski,” Derek said and tried to keep his smile professionally polite.

Every time he talked to Stiles he had to remind himself that he was his student, that while he was 18, and legal in that aspect, he was still ten years younger than Derek, Sheriff Stilinski’s son, and again, his student.

Take Your Breath Away by thecheekydragon | 23.1K | Explicit

Stiles didn’t need Scott to tell him who their new English Lit teacher was. He knew it was Derek Hale. He also knew Derek Hale was hot.

You Can’t Dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkles | 27.2K

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

“I can’t work with this.”

We Are So Intimately Rearranged by secondstar | 28.7K

Stiles is getting ready for his senior year when he meets Derek at the coffee shop he works at.

The Education of Mr. Stilinski by zoemathemata | 2.5K | Mature

Derek Hale is going to hell courtesy of Stiles Stilinkski and his oral fixation

Mr. Stilinski by alisvolatpropiis | 6.4K

Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he’s out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.

Field Season by MsCee | 6.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale is content with his life as full-time academic and official department hermit, and he's not going to let the likes of Stiles Stilinski change that. Hell, he's not even going to think about Stiles Stilinski, because that way madness lie.

Paper Airplanes by RemainNameless | 23.5K | dropbox

The road to unfortunate, accidental, and possibly career-destroying relationships is littered with good intentions, snark, bad timing, and not a few paper airplanes.

Librarian - Student:

Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll | 51.3K | ❤️

Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.

Special Collections by hannah_baker | 16.4K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

sparks by thepsychicclam | 17.1K | Explicit

Derek is a librarian at one of the few supernatural universities in the country, and his student worker turns out to be none other than grad student Stiles. And it doesn't take long before they start dating. Stiles is a gifted spark, but he keeps hanging out with people who are into dark magic, and Derek's worried.

[yorit1]

Superman and Stiles

Stiles was excited today was his first day at the Daily Planet. Stiles was going to be working as an investigative reporter. Stiles always loved unravelling mysteries as a child, and now he was going to work on unravelling the world’s biggest mysteries. His dad is a Sheriff in Beacon Hills, and as a teenager, Stiles would always go to crime scenes and kept an evidence board to help discover who had committed the crime. Stiles does not sleep until he uncovers the truth. He hopes that his first day at work will be successful and he will be able to dig for some information. 

Stiles was so nervous that he ran into someone. When he looked up, he saw a good looking man with dark hair and light eyes behind glasses, and he had a kind smile. 

“I’m so sorry,” The man said to Stiles. “No, um, that was me. The first day and all, I’m kind of nervous.”

“I’m sure you’ll Um do great. I’m Hale. I mean Derek Hale, reporter, here. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me.” Derek said as he helped his hand out to Stiles. 

Stiles shook hands with Derek and felt relived maybe this day would be looking up. 

“Stilinkski, Hale, I see that the two of you have met. Hale, I want 1000 words on the oil spill on my desk by tomorrow Stilinski you will be assisting him.” The editor Finstock said. 

Derek walked towards his desk and showed Stiles his seat. 

Stiles first day on the job goes well, and he and Derek had finished the assignment. He was able to do some investigating and was able to get to know his new coworker. Stiles was walking home when he suddenly saw a man with a gun standing in front of him. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stiles muttered under his breath.

“Money now.” The guy said. 

I don’t have any on me. Let me look, nope.” Stiles said as he patted his sides, searching to see if he had something and returned empty. 

The robber was getting fed up with Stiles and shot his gun. Stiles looked at the barrel and suddenly felt himself in arms and being lifted, and the gunshot whizzed past below him. Stiles looked and saw he was in the air. He looked and saw that superman was holding him. 

“I had that,” Stiles said as Superman let him down when it was safe. 

“Yea, it looked like that. I’m always happy to help.” Superman said and went to punch the guy that tried to rob stiles when he saw him getting up towards them. “Just call my name, and ill come to you,” Superman said and flew away. 

Stiles looked up and was shocked; he could not believe that Superman had just saved him. There was something familiar about Superman, and Stiles was going to try to figure it out. When Stiles had questions, he always tried to find answers for them. All in all, it was an eventful first day. 

Derek was flying to the fortress of solitude, and the whole time he was thinking of that young man he had met, stiles. Stiles was so bright and had beautiful amber eyes that showed his curiosity and his thirst for knowledge. Derek instantly felt the connection to him and knew that he was something special. Derek could not believe that he had to save him that way. He sure was wordy and always liked getting the last word in and never backed down even if he would get shot. Derek knew that the human was the right person for him. Derek could not stop thinking of the feel of him in his hands, the way he smelled and feeling his heartbeat. 

The next thing Derek knows, he is at the fortress of solitude. He lands and places the stone in place to open the fortress. He has a few things to work out today and will do his best to figure things out. 

“Hello, Kal El,” the AI image of his dad said. 

“I met someone today, and I think they are the one. They almost got themselves killed. I’m working with them, and I don’t know what to do. Should I try and woo them, or should I just focus on my job of protecting the world?”

“Your role as Superman is to save the world, but you cannot do the work alone,” The AI said. 

“Where is Gerard Argent?”

“Gerard has gone underground. We have not seen him in months.”

So Derek had his role in protecting people, but he will also try to court Stiles. There was something extraordinary about that man, and he wanted to get to know him better. 

Derek suddenly hears a commotion a bridge was collapsing and a bus was about to fall into the sea. Derek hurried and flew over to where he was needed and caught the bus just on time before it landed in the water. Derek lifted it back up and placed it on the road back in safety. 

Derek landed and saw Stiles standing right in front of him. 

“Great save, Superman. Can I ask you a few questions for the Daily Planet?” Stiles asked. 

“Yes, ask away,” Superman answered. 

“How does it feel to be this city’s hero? You always come to the rescue right on time. Is there anyone on team superman that helps you out?” Stiles asked. 

“Currently, I am working alone. The fight to save the city never stops, and I will do all that I can to save the world.” Superman answered. 

“What does being Superman mean to you?” Stiles asked. 

“It means that anyone in trouble will be saved hope and justice for all.” Superman answered. 

Stiles asked superman a few more questions, and Superman dutifully answered all of them. 

“Thanks for answering all my questions,” Stiles said. 

Stiles moved to get up but tripped over his two feet and was about to fall, but superman caught him and set him right. 

Derek relished holding Stiles close to him. There was something so right with him being in his arms. 

Stiles knew that there was something familiar about Superman, and the more time he spent with him, the more he reminded him of someone else. Stiles was going to try to figure out why Superman was so familiar to him. 

“Stay safe, Stiles,” Superman said and flew away. 

Stiles had a lot to write for this report. He was new on the daily planet and just got a significant scoup. He competed with Matt for the permanent reporter’s position, and this interview with Superman should get him significant points. Stiles had a dream of revealing the truth and consistently publishing and uncovering what was going on, and he would not let Matt get in his way. He knew that he could do excellent work and his first day on the job proved that to him. He will continue to work his most challenging and tell the Daily Planet readers what was happening in the world. 

Stiles Hurried home to write the article and send it to the editor. Hopefully, he will have more run-ins with Superman.

[hysterek]

Beauty School Dropout

AO3

Now that Stiles had taken all of the core classes he needed to graduate, he thought it was time for some smooth sailing. When the pack had heard his plan of getting all of the “real learning” out of the way and saving the fun for later, they all laughed at him. Look, who’s laughing now! While the rest of them were stressed about their final course load, Stiles was practically living on Easy Street. The only person who had been on board with his plan was Derek, which was surprising.

Stiles had signed up for his last four classes and they were all electives. Autoshop, because his jeep was always needing something new and he figured he could learn and save money at the same time. Then there was something called “Online Team Sports”, whatever that meant. Stiles was hoping it meant all he had to do was research sports instead of, you know, doing them. One of his favorite professors was doing a fantasy based creative writing class that he was looking forward to. He knew that he wouldn’t have to dig too deep for inspiration, because he could literally write about his life. Werewolves! Kanimas! Banshees! Oh, my!

Last and most certainly not least, Stiles was taking a Nail Tech course. He stumbled upon it one night while he was drunkenly going through the course catalog. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to sign up. He was going to go ahead and let everyone think he got stuck with the class because he was drunk, which was technically true. He had a chance to change it the next morning, but didn’t. It was something he’d never thought about before and was kind of excited about.

~

“Please, Derek! Please! I’m literally begging you here. BEGGING.”

“No. Absolutely, not. No. No.”

~

Stiles needed somebody to come to school and let him paint their finger and toe nails, once every two weeks for the next three months. Derek wasn’t his first choice. He’d already asked his dad.

“Now, son. You know I support you and your studies, but I’ve got to draw a line somewhere”, the Sheriff told him, “But good luck. Maybe you could ask Derek.” 

Derek?!?! Ask Derek?!?!

“Uh, no. I’ll just ask Scott. Thanks for nothing, Pops!”

Scott was crossed off the list, because nobody could touch his feet without him squirming around. 

“Stiles, you know how I get when people touch my feet, otherwise I totally would have done that for you bro. I bet Derek would help if you asked.”

Again with asking Derek. What’s with these people. Stiles wasn’t too upset with Scott though, because he knows that if Scott could help him, he would help him. That’s just part of their bro code. Boyd and Isaac flat out laughed at him before walking away. 

“Ask Derek.”, they both told him.

Guess they didn’t follow the same bro code. Nobody took Stiles seriously.

None of the girls were down to help him, either. Lydia already paid a crazy amount of money for “real professionals” to take care of her “manicure needs”.

“Seriously, Stiles. I can’t just let an amateur come in and ruin all of Phillips’ hard work. Just ask Derek.”

 Stiles rolled his eyes hard at that one. 

Erica made him practice right then and there. She watched him so intensely that he had given up after only painting her thumb nail. 

“If this is a preview of your handiwork, I’m going to have to pass.”, Erica said grimacing at her one painted nail, “Sorry, Batman, but I bet a certain Alpha would be ready and willing to help you out.” 

Allison was swamped with work and school, but suggested a certain wolf whose name will not be mentioned.

So, yea. Stiles was down bad. What did everyone want? For Derek to rip Stiles’ throat out? With his teeth??

~

“Come on, Derek! I don’t want to be a beauty school dropout!”

Maybe if Stiles whined enough, the Alpha would let him have his way. Or maybe he would throw him out with all his big strong werewolf muscles. And, yea. He shouldn’t be thinking about Derek’s muscles at a time like this. Focus, Stilinkski!

“Failing a single nail technician course hardly makes you a beauty school dropout, Stiles.”, Derek told him drily.

“It’ll still make me a failure though! Do you want me to be a failure, Derek? Do you?”, Stiles cried dramatically. 

Very Dramatically.

Derek scoffed and rolled his eyes, but Stiles was just getting started with his begging. He knew he might be crossing a line with the guy, but he couldn’t give up yet. Plus, he would do anything for Derek and again. Not really something he should be thinking about right now. Especially not around a werewolf that can literally smell what he’s feeling. Freaks.

“I’ll pay you.”, Stiles said in his most persuasive voice, wagging his brows up and down.

Derek looked unimpressed.

“What? Are you too good for my money? You don’t want any of this cashola?”

Now Stiles was just saying stuff.

“We both know you barely have enough money to feed yourself.”

Derek had a point there. Damn him. Buuuuut- 

And before Stiles can even respond, Derek gets there first.

“And, no. Stiles Bucks do not count. Go ask literally anyone else.”, Derek was getting more and more exhausted as the conversation went on and Stiles could feel himself losing hope. He could kiss his future manicuring dreams goodbye. At least the wolf hadn’t blown up on him yet.

Which, now that Stiles thought about it, wasn’t really fair to Derek. It had been years since Derek lost it on any member of the pack. He was nothing like the old, defensive, scary Derek. Ever since Beacon Hills had chilled out with the mega villains, Derek and his pack, had settled into their lives nicely. Derek had taken the time to work on himself and while he still wasn’t Mr. Sunshine, he always was looking out for the pack. And for Stiles. 

Derek was a softer, more forgiving version of himself. These days, Derek allowed himself to relax and enjoy his life. He didn’t have to be on high alert anymore. Maybe that’s why Stiles’ teenage lust for Derek had turned into a full blown crush. Not that anyone could ever know that. That was Stiles’ secret and it was going with him to the grave.

“There is nobody else to ask. I’ve asked them all. Help me Obi Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”, he quoted and then, in a last ditch effort, put on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, okay. Fine. I’ll do it. Just, please shut up.”, Derek sighed, giving in and wait-

“What?”, Stiles asked, incredibly confused, “What do you mean you’ll do it?”

“I mean”, Derek said looking at Stiles like he was crazy, “That yes, I will be your nail model or whatever.”

Stiles couldn’t believe that Derek said yes. Why would he? When Stiles got to the loft, he never thought Derek would actually agree. He was a freaking Alpha! What Alpha lets another member of his pack, a human member of his pack at that, paint their nails. It doesn’t make sense. And huh, Stiles just said that all out loud. So, that was cool.

Stiles looked up and saw Derek staring at him with an amused smile and now Stiles was the most confused he’s ever been.

“Stiles, do you think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you?”, Derek asked, looking at him with big, bright eyes.

“Derek- I- I mean, yea. You’ll save my life and listen to my rants…”, Stiles mumbled.

“Stiles, I would walk to the end of the earth and back if you asked me to.”

And that is really all Stiles needed to hear. He closed the space between them and placed a soft kiss to Derek’s lips. Their lips met with hesitation and unsureness, but then Derek pressed harder and their lips started working together. It was the best kiss Stiles had ever felt. Was ever going to feel. After a few minutes, Stiles pulled back, smiling into Derek’s mouth.

“Dude, who knew that me doing nails would do it for you.”, Stiles joked.

Derek rolled his eyes.

“You’re infuriating”, Derek answered, placing a soft kiss on Stiles' mouth, “And don’t call me dude.”

Stiles saluted him.

“You got it and you’re still getting those Stiles Bucks. Redeemable for sexy time treats.”, Stiles winked.

Derek groaned.

“How many Stiles Bucks would it cost to shut you up?”

“Fifty Stiles bucks.”, Stiles answered with a smirk. “So, you wanna practice now? Let’s go with red. It’s very “I am Alpha, hear me roar!”

“Stiles.”

“Yes, Sourwolf?”

“Shut up.”

“But-”

And then Derek is shutting Stiles up with his mouth. Now, that’s something Stiles can get on board with.