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terrific-crow · 1 year
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Watched the Teen Wolf Movie. Incredible experience.
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princeescaluswords · 4 months
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not sure if it was meant to be done elsewhere, but my favorite fic of yours is 'Ten Things That Scott McCall Can't Say'!
Thank you!
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I wanted to point out something. In Second Chance at First Line (1x02) Scott gets angry at Stiles while riding in the Jeep because he feels Stiles is treating Scott's transformation and the danger like a quest in a video game:
Scott: I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial. Stiles: Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn. Scott: I'll put it on my to - do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight. Stiles: Maybe it's different for girl werewolves. Scott: Okay! Stop it! Stiles: Stop what? Scott: Stop saying "werewolves"! Stop enjoying this so much.
Now, we're supposed to believe that Scott's agitated mental state is due to the wolfsbane rope concealed in Stiles's backpack, but this scene also marks something else, just as important. This is the last time we see Scott get angry at Stiles because of how Stiles behaves toward Scott. Scott may become exasperated at Stiles's insistence on murder as a solution when it comes to Derek, Jackson, and Liam, but that is in defense of others, and Scott does judge Stiles in Lies of Omission (5x09) when he believes that Stiles kills Donovan to protect his father, but I cannot think of another time when Scott expresses anger or even frustration at Stiles at how Stiles treats him specifically. If you've read my blog know I believe that there were plenty of opportunities for this.
Now, moving forward to the other end of Scott's character development, compare this exchange to the scene in Pressure Test (6x15), where Scott is gathering his things to leave Beacon County after his father negotiates a deal.
Rafael: Look, I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's the right decision. When Stilinski called... Scott: Can you hand me that shirt right there? Rafael: Now, you can be mad at me, but I'd rather watch you leave the state than watch you die. Scott: (SIGHS) I'm not mad. I get why you did it. Rafael: Scott, you're not the only one who gets to protect his family. I'll be downstairs.
We've seen Scott lay into his father before in Insatiable (3x23), but he doesn't in this instance. While the circumstances are different, both scenes have a character making what's happening to Scott about them instead. But now, six seasons have passed, and Scott has learned that there are things he can't say -- or, more precisely, emotions he can't express during a crisis situation.
Teen Wolf made it a point to explore the burdens of leadership. Derek was an incompetent alpha because he made decisions based on his emotional reactions to events -- anger at what had been done to him and his family -- and Scott has managed to mature into someone who can put aside his own emotions in order to do what must be done. Scott has demonstrated this growth, and he will do it again in Season 6 when -- after a harrowing night of listening to his mother struggle to live on the operating table -- he goes to Peter -- Peter! -- and asks him to join the fight against Monroe.
Personally, I literally seethe in reaction to that scene in Eichen House in Werewolves of London (6x17), but the show was relentless in its conviction that a good leader has to put their own emotional responses to the side in order to be effective. I would have loved if Scott had unloaded, verbally or physically, on Peter after that villain enabled a fanatic to point an assault rifle at his own daughter and the man trying to protect his ungrateful ass, but that wouldn't have made stopping Monroe any easier. So Scott didn't.
Fanfiction gives us what canon didn't, and the lesson Scott learn about suppressing his own reasonable emotional responses is what I explored in this story. I suspect that the movie commented on that by having Scott move to Los Angeles -- somewhere he could be free to express himself -- but I wish it had been more explicit.
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myulalie · 2 years
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Talk shit, get kissed
As we know, Scott and Stiles are best friends, and they have been for a long time. It comes as no surprise then, as Scott and Kira are about to have their first child, that Stiles is gunning for favorite uncle.
There is just one problem. Kira’s best friend, Derek, who also wants the title. Cue in the beginning of a rivalry, truly one for the ages, as Stiles and Derek try to outdo each other to gain said child’s favor (read on ao3).
Words: 9k
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kid Fic, Rival Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Feels, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Slice of Life, Uncle Stiles Stilinski, Uncle Derek Hale, McCall Pack, Alternate Hale Fire
Notes: This work is part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2022 and specifically a gift to @EvanesDust in thanks for your donation to a nonprofit: National Network to End Domestic Violence.
Some things are meant to be.
Unlocking the front gate of the white picket fence that runs around Scott’s house, Stiles grins at the sight of pastel balloons fluttering with the nice spring breeze. Matching bunting flags hang over the front door of the bungalow, and Kira steps out, holding her midriff with one hand. Pregnancy graced her with elegant curves, a white maternity dress flowing down her hips and legs, and Stiles hurries up the front porch to spare her the effort of coming down the stairs, wrapping her in a hug.
“I’m not impotent,” Kira protests, laughing.
“You are pregnant with my best mate’s first child, it is my responsibility to ensure your comfort and safety.”
Ever since meeting her, Stiles could tell Kira and Scott would end up together. A couple of years and an invitation to their baby shower later, they have yet to prove him wrong. Following Kira inside, Stiles peers at the decoration, a bunch of cardboard boxes piled together with pastel cut outs spelling “baby” points to a table where a few gifts await already. In the backyard, Melissa, Noshiko, Ken and Scott put the finishing touch to the coffee table holding most of the food, surrounded by comfy cushions.
Stiles catches sight of himself in the frames pinned to a nearby wall, a picture from back in high school, soon after Scott turned into a werewolf and Stiles helped him master his new abilities. They’re sweaty from lacrosse practice (well, mostly Stiles) and glaring at Jackson for making fun of one of them. Stiles can’t remember what the altercation was about. Next to the picture frame, another one stars Kira some time before finding out she was pregnant, in a Beacon Hills lacrosse team hoodie with her hands in her pockets as she gives a pep talk to the girls she coaches.
“The team came together to give us handmade clothes of various sizes since the little one will grow out of its wardrobe faster than we could ever imagine,” Kira says, smiling softly.
“That’s very thoughtful,” Stiles replies, nodding. “Which reminds me, I left my own gift in the Jeep, I’ll be right back!”
He rushes outside to grab the diaper cake in shades of white and gray, with a couple of surprises among the diapers to liven up the three tier compositions: a rabbit rattle, cotton bib and baby nappies. Shutting the door of the Jeep with a hip check, Stiles turns around just as a black Camaro comes up in front of the house. A moment later, a man and a woman step out in matching leather jackets, siblings by the look of it.
The woman, seemingly younger by a couple of years, wears her long brown hair down, straightened into an ink black, silk-like hairstyle to match her black lace dress. She reminds him eerily of Lydia, albeit more of a tomboy than Lydia could have ever been. Still, Stiles adjusts his flannel self-consciously, and wonders if skinny jeans were really an improvement from his high school days. Somehow, he gets the feeling both Lydia and this woman would disapprove.
“Do you think Braeden will be there?” the woman asks, and the man shrugs.
“If nothing comes up.”
As for the man — his expression inscrutable behind his aviator sunglasses — well Stiles sure hopes he’s invited to the baby shower, because it would be a shame not to get to know him better. He’s gorgeous. With a well-kept stubble and a soft looking sweatshirt, the man could pose for a fashion magazine, should anyone ask for Stiles’ opinion and to be fair, so could the woman.
He chews on some kind of gummy as they grab what looks like a stack of bedtime books wrapped in golden gift paper from the car boot, and they head into the house without sparing a glance for Stiles. He hurries after them nonetheless, using the opportunity to slip past the front gate while the man holds it open for the woman (Stiles really hopes they’re siblings).
“Got my hands full,” Stiles tells him, beaming. “Thanks!”
“No worries,” the man replies, a low baritone that he somehow expected to be deeper, if not hoarse.
“I don’t think we’ve ever met, I’m Stiles. Scott’s my best friend.”
“Derek,” comes the curt reply. “This is my sister Cora.”
Bingo, Stiles thinks privately.
“We went to school with Kira,” Cora supplies when her brother doesn’t elaborate.
They walk into the house with the introductions out of the way, and Kira gives a squeal of delight at the sight of the siblings, wrapping them both in a strong armed hug. She studied in New York throughout high school and college, when her parents moved to Beacon Hills as Ken started teaching history in high school. Kira spent Christmas in Beacon Hills that year, ran into Scott at the supermarket in some kind of rom-com meet-cute, and the rest is history.
“You’ve already met Stiles,” Kira says when Stiles tunes back to the conversation. “Derek and Cora are actually from Beacon Hills, although I doubt you guys met back then, before they moved to New York. I’m so glad you took this position at Beacon Hills Primary Cora, it will be so good to actually spend time together whenever we feel like it!”
“Yes, we’ll have so many friend dates!” Cora gushes.
“Are you moving back here as well?” Stiles asks Derek, jumping on the opportunity to chat him up.
“Yeah, we found apartments in the same building actually, we like to keep close to each other.”
“That’s sweet, you guys must get along very well,” Stiles replies easily.
Derek gives him an odd look then, as though he can’t quite figure out what Stiles’ deal is. Frowning, Stiles glances at Kira then, wondering if much like her, Derek and Cora are part of the supernatural. If so, do they know about Scott? Is Derek trying to guess Stiles’ nature? 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile human bone with sarcasm as his only defense, Stiles reminds everyone who will listen often enough, especially megalomaniac villains trying to take over Beacon Hills, and Isaac and Erica on many occasions.
Speaking of the devil, two blonde heads cross the threshold, Erica cocking her hip and Isaac with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Boyd comes up after them, the unshakable eye of the storm that make up the other betas. Stiles is not even kidding, they’ve been having less trouble in Beacon Hills since Isaac, Boyd and Erica’s reputation spread out of California.
Scott turned some kids in their grade back in high school when becoming a true alpha proved to be too much to handle for the makeshift pack he formed with Stiles and, from a distance, Melissa and the Sheriff. Curing Erica’s epilepsy and giving Isaac an out from his abusive home came as an unexpected turn of events none of them could find in themselves to regret.
“Hello there,” Erica purrs, flicking her blonde curls over her shoulder and instantly, everyone freezes.
Derek and Cora make faces at each other, their nostrils flaring to take in the scent of foreign werewolves, while Scott runs into the room to side with his betas, eyes flashing red. Derek’s own crimson pupils flare right back, and Stiles facepalms. With Kira standing in the middle, caught in the midst of burning red eyes like a deer in the headlights, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. She’s by no means defenseless, but it will be better, for everyone’s sake, if it doesn’t come down to an altercation. He takes it upon himself to diffuse the situation, flailing to become the center of attention.
“Cool, now that we have established that everyone is either supernatural or in the know, can we move on to the actual baby shower? No more pissing contests or whatever that was.”
“Don’t be bitter just because you can’t put out,” Isaac hollers, and Erica barks a laugh.
“Everything is ready,” Noshiko calls from the garden, blissfully unaware of the conversation.
Erica adjusts her see-through salmon blouse, floral patterns showing her midriff, and struts forward with one last leer at Derek. While she’s excellent at diffusing situations in her line of work — she’s a social worker —, Erica is hotheaded the rest of the time, and Isaac seems to compensate for his peaceful aura as a male midwife with a despicable amount of sass when off the clock. Only Boyd remains steady throughout, his button up shirt perfectly smooth over his muscular chest and arms.
Stiles sighs, gesturing at Erica to go first, and Cora huffs, following the blonde. Isaac and Boyd move with them, and Scott turns to Kira, helping her into the garden. Even in his jeans and stained shirt, he somehow makes for a picture perfect sight with the woman he loves as they step out and into the setting sun.
Left alone with Derek, Stiles hesitates, glancing anxiously at the other man. He opens his mouth, no doubt to say something incredibly dumb, only for the alpha werewolf to place a hand down the small of his back and lead him outside without a word, all the tension of the room falling over their shoulders.
“Your father called Stiles, he and Braeden won’t make it, something came up at the station,” Melissa tells him as he sits down next to her.
“It’s probably for the best, his diet can’t handle the bear shaped pancakes and honey lemonade.”
“You’re harsh,” Melissa replies, grinning.
“Just looking out for him!”
With everyone settled at the coffee table in the garden, they get started. Kira opens some of the smaller presents with Scott’s assistance, a monthly milestone blanket from Erica and a classy diaper bag from Isaac. From the look of Boyd’s gigantic package back inside, he built them a crib. Kira’s parents booked them a professional photoshoot session for after the baby’s birth, and Melissa put together a basket of baby-proofing necessities that makes everyone laugh.
“Childcare,” is all Derek says when his turn comes. “I can baby-sit whenever.”
Scott gives Kira his best confused puppy face and she giggles explaining, “Derek is a freelance translator, his schedule is very flexible at times. Thank you Derek, I really appreciate it.”
“And the best uncle award goes to…” Cora breathes out, miming a drumroll.
“I’ll be the baby’s favorite uncle!” Stiles protests half-heartedly.
Cora scoffs to hide her taunting, “Doubt that.”
“We couldn’t possibly choose the godfather and godmother,” Scott agrees, taking hold of Kira’s hand. “I’m sure you’ll all have your place in the baby’s heart.”
It sounds like a challenge if Stiles ever heard one. Glancing at Cora and Derek, looking ethereal in the golden glow of lightbulbs dangling over the coffee table to make up fairy lights as the evening darkens the sky, he is more than ready to prove himself.
And thus, the rivalry was born.
Find out what happens next on AO3!
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rawritzrobin · 3 years
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Secrets Out
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall
Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader
Warnings: angst, near-death, fluff, cursing
A/N: This is my first time writing for Teen Wolf. It was a quick drabble that turned into a full length short. Reader is Stiles’ younger twin sister, by 1 and a half minutes. Takes place towards the beginning of season 3.  
Derek didn't even wait for his car to come to a complete stop before opening the doors and jumping out. He could finally pick up her scent, she was close. He picked up his pace when the smell of her blood reached his senses. Scott and Stiles were not far behind him. Stiles practically threw himself on the brakes of his Jeep, nearly missing Derek’s Camaro by a few inches. He was out of the car before he even turned it off. Scott pulled the keys from the ignition and ran after the two furious men.
“What are you doing?!” Scott screamed as Derek basically ripped the door off its hinge. “We can’t just charge in there without a plan.” 
Derek ignores him and bounds through the doors. Stiles follows him with just as much ferocity. 
“Stiles!?” Scott whispers loudly. He grabs his best friend by the wrist to stop him trailing behind Derek.
Stiles turns around with pure anger in his eyes. “She has Y/N. We don’t have time for a plan.”
“Stiles…”
“She has my sister Scott.” He said shakily, tears forming in his eyes. Stile’s expression was a mix of anger, sadness, and fear. “I-I can’t lose her too.”
Scott lets go of his arm and nods. “We won’t.” They run through the halls to catch up with Derek. Derek stood in the middle of the halls. Y/N’s scent seemed to be everywhere. He couldn’t quite pick up exactly where she was.
“Let’s split. I’ll take the right side, you two take the left.”
Without hesitation, Scott and Stiles turned left and ran down the halls. Splitting up might not have been the best idea, but this way they could cover more ground, and hopefully get to Y/N faster.
The smell of her blood was beginning to grow stronger. Derek wasted no time checking each and every room of the school, occasionally ripping a few doors off its hinges. He picked up his pace when he heard her heartbeat clearly. With no hesitation, he bursted through the doors to the classroom, and his heart dropped.
“Y/N?” Derek sprinted forward and dropped to his knees. The smell of blood was overwhelming at this point. 
Y/N was laying in a pool of her own blood. The obvious places where the blood was coming from was clear. Derek quickly rips pieces of his shirt off to stop the bleeding. Working as quickly and carefully as possible he wraps up the wounds on her wrist and stomach. With the amount of blood on the floor, he was sure that she was dead. But the sight of her chest slowly rising and falling along with her faint heartbeat was a welcomed sight.
Derek lifted her gently into his arms. He looked down at the large pool of blood she was laying in. His anger was now transforming into fear. A feeling he had not felt since he saw the burning wreckage of his house in front of him, all those years ago. 
“She’s in here!” He screamed, hoping Scott would hear him.
“Der?” A soft voice whispered below him. 
“Y/N/N.” He said gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.
Y/N’s face scrunches up in pain. Derek immediately tenses. In an instant, black veins moved up his arms as he absorbs her pain. Her face relaxes and she melts into his arms.
“Mhm tired.” She says in a low whisper.
“Don’t worry, I got you.”
With a small smile, Y/N closes her eyes and gives into the darkness.
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By the time Stiles and Scott had arrived, Derek was carrying his unconscious little sister in his arms. Stiles went into protective older brother mode. He tried to wrangle Y/N from Derek’s arms, but the wolf wouldn’t let go. Scott pulled him off and convinced Stiles that she was safe in Derek’s arms. They quickly call Melissa and let her know what happened as they sped off in Derek’s Camaro. They rushed her into surgery as soon as they make it through the ER doors. 
That was nearly two hours ago.
Stiles was fuming.
He was sitting in the hospital chair across from Derek, sending daggers at the wolf. 
Derek on the other hand was slumped forward, his face in his hands. Guilt was washing through him like a flood. If only he was faster. If only he checked his phone before he ran off after the Alpha. Then Y/N wouldn’t be in a hospital fighting for her life.
“What are you still doing here?” Stiles asked, his words laced with annoyance.
Derek looked up at him, not sure what to say. His relationship with Y/N was still not common knowledge. Based on Stiles reaction he can safely guess she hadn’t told him yet. Scott had just stepped out to use the restroom. For once in his life, Derek wished he was here to distract Stiles.
Derek was about to answer, when the doors to the OR opened, revealing Melissa and a doctor in green scrubs. The doctor walks away as a nurse signals for his attention. Derek and Stiles turned their attention to Mellissa, who smiles at them. Stiles was on his feet immediately. Derek stood up as well, but stayed in place.
“She’s going to be okay.” 
Without warning Stiles launches himself at her, the tears he was holding back were now falling down his face without care.“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He whispers, crying into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and patted him on the back. She looks up at Derek who also seems relieved. She didn’t know much about that man standing in front of her, but Y/N did mention his name to her a few times.
“You can see her now.” She said as she pulled away from a bawling Stiles. He quickly wipes the tears from his face and nods. “You can come too.” She says to Derek as she leads Stiles to Y/N’s room. Derek follows, making sure to keep some distance from them.
“Is she okay?” Scott says from behind Derek. He half jogs up to his mom and Stiles. She pulls him into a half hug and kisses him on the head. “She’s okay.” Scott lets out a long sigh and wraps his arms around his mom’s shoulder. 
Once they’re in Y/N’s room, Melissa steps out to tend to her job.
Stile rushes to her. She was attached to several machines, all of which showed she was perfectly stable. The quiet beep of her heart monitor filled the silence. He takes a seat next to her bed and takes her hand into his. He tries to sneakily wipe away some fresh tears falling from his eyes.
Derek hesitantly takes a few steps forward. The heart monitor in the room spikes slightly. He places his hand gently over Y/N’s other hand. When he feels her pain, black veins travel up his arms and into his body. The heart monitor returns to normal. The rhythmed beeps filled up the room with relief.
Derek’s actions do not go unnoticed by Stiles, who’s anger has returned. He stands up without warning.
“What is with your creepy obsession with my sister?” He asks, starting right at Derek.
Derek doesn’t know how to answer his question. He merely stares at Stiles with a blank expression.
“She's a part of the pack.” He answers bluntly.
“Why do you care so much?” Stiles asks with a glare.
“I..” Derek says with a pause. 
“Stiles..” Scott began.
“I know about you two.” Stiles says calmly. Derek looked at him with a surprised expression. 
“I've known for a while now.” Stiles paused, glaring up at Derek, who didn’t know what to say.
 “You know how they say twins have a sort of telepathy? They are not wrong.” Derek and Scott stare silently at him. “She's been differently lately. Sneaking out more. Not telling me where she was going. We don’t keep secrets, we tell each other everything. I knew something was up when she was sneaking out of her room at night. Covering her phone when she was texting. But the happiness I felt radiating off of her when I wasn’t around was enough to keep me at bay.” Stiles looked down sadly at Y/N. “I just wish she trusted me enough to tell me herself.”
Derek was stunned in silence. He didn’t expect Stiles to take it so well. They had been keeping their relationship a secret for months. Mostly out of fear of Stiles reaction. Derek respected Y/N enough to keep it a secret, for her sake. They were doing a good job up until now. The only other person besides his pack that knew was Scott. And that was only because he walked in on them one day. The way Y/N threatened to ruin Scott if he ever told anybody their secret was amusing. He was always amazed at how someone so small and delicate could command a room full of werewolves in seconds.
“Do you love her?” Stiles' question brought Derek back to reality. He didn’t have to think twice about that question.
“Yes.” He answered firmly. 
Stiles looked up at him with a glare. He was trying his best to seem intimidating, but he could only manage so much. Stiles looked down at Y/N once again. “Good. Just know I do not approve of this relationship.” He pauses. “But I know these last couple of months Y/N has been happier than I have ever seen her before. Since..” The words ‘mom died’ were caught in his throat, but Derek was well aware of what he meant. Stiles stops again to smile down at his twin sister. “Between you and me, I have no idea what she sees in a sour wolf like you.” He says looking Derek up and down. Stiles gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the door. He pauses in the doorway.
“I’m going to call my dad and tell him which room we're in. I might be relatively okay with this, but he will not be. So I’ll give you some time alone with her before he gets here and locks you up behind bars for even thinking about Y/N.” He walks away, and pulls out his cellphone to call his dad. But just before leaving the room he quickly dashes back. “And remember. I may be smaller than you, but my dad is an armed officer of the law. Which means he has and knows how to use guns. Guns that I know can be loaded up with wolfsbane.” He says threateningly, poking his head in the doorway once more adding a glare along with his last message. Scott rolls his eyes, pushes Stiles out of the way, and closes the door behind him. 
“Finally got the big brother speech thrown at you.” A quiet sarcastic voice came from behind him.
Derek quickly turns his head to face Y/N. She smiles up at his worried expression. 
“Hi.” She says with a grin.
“Hey.” He responds with a smile. He brings up her hand to his face and kisses it. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I was drugged and almost sacrificed to god knows what. I told the thing I would make it out and get revenge on its pitiful ass. Us Stilinski’s are tougher than we look.” She winced as her chuckles vibrated down her bruised chest. Without saying anything, Derek takes her pain away. He lets out a sigh of relief as it washes through his body.
Y/N smiles at him. “Thank you.”
Derek leans forward and kisses her forehead. Y/N looks up at him lovingly and pushes herself up to press a soft kiss onto his lips. They press their foreheads together and enjoy a moment of bliss.
“Guess we’re not a secret anymore.” Derek chuckled.
“Good. I was getting sick and tired of sneaking out in the middle of the night anyways. It was always hard lying to him. Also, now I get to do this.” She said pulling him down by the shirt towards her so she could steal another kiss. “Anytime I want.” She says, pulling away from him with a smirk. They look into each other’s eyes for a moment.
The moment is ruined when he here’s the sound of boots and a familiar heartbeat coming up the elevator.
Derek pulls away and frowns slightly. 
“Dad’s here isn’t he?”
Derek nods. Y/N sighs in annoyance and looks up at him apologetically. “I’ll text you when he’s gone. I’m sure Melissa knows already. There is no hiding anything from that woman.” She laughs. “Wish dad was as cool as her.”
Derek pauses to look at her. “I’ll be nearby.”
She smiles. “I’ll be here.” 
Derek leans forward to capture her lips to his once more. He takes a step back and makes his way out the door. He turns around and mouths the words ‘love you’. Y/N reciprocates. 
Just as Derek disappears down the hall, a panic-stricken Sheriff Stilinski takes his place.
A/N: Wow that went on a lot longer than I had intended. I also started working on the series! Series Masterlist
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Blue Moon - Part 5
A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.) This one gets kinda heavy again. Don’t blame me! Blame the season! But you might wanna recheck the warnings on the masterlist just to be sure, and know the Sourwolf lovin’ and content is coming! (And hope to high heaven that Jennifer Blake isn’t here to stay. Please. Release the Sourwolf, Ma’am.)
I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.
Warnings: See Masterlist
Word count: 3,693
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“You two are idiots!” you hissed after Isaac and Boyd as they made their way down the sidewalk in front of the McCall house, back toward Stiles’ waiting Jeep.
“Today would be nice!” Stiles hollered from behind the steering wheel, his fingers drumming impatiently while he waited. “I only agreed to do this because I owe Scott, and my car is already starting to smell like dog, so can we please move this along so I’m not late for school?”
Climbing into the backseat and sliding over to make room for your packmates, you reached forward and whacked the back of Stiles’ head. “No dog jokes.”
“You didn’t have to follow us, you could have stayed in the car with Stiles like you were when we got here.”
You leveled a glare on Isaac as he smirked at you from the seat opposite you. “I had to get out of the front seat anyway, so I figured I would see what the idiocy was all about.”
Boyd let out a snort from the passenger seat and shook his head gently, despite his small grin, before he turned and looked out the front passenger window. He didn’t talk much, especially since Erica, but he was always listening. That’s why he was always one step ahead.
You smiled at him briefly before Isaac snapped in front of your face, making you scowl in his direction again. “Go to school, Y/N. No need for you to be at the loft any more than you need to.” After hearing about what you saw the night they were all trapped at the motel, they had all been for you not going back there unless it was necessary. They didn’t exactly want to go, either, but their frustrations with Derek could wait for a time when everyone’s imminent safety wasn’t at stake.
“I still don’t totally get your plan, but I hope you don’t all wind up dead.” You shuddered. “This could go badly so many different ways….”
“Be optimistic, Y/N!” Stiles protested, looking at you in the rearview mirror as he pulled up in front of the loft. He turned in his seat to meet your gaze after putting the car in park, letting the engine idle. “If their plan works, hopefully you can move back to the loft once this all settles and get out of my hair.”
You ruffled his hair as you made your way out after your packmates, smiling at his cries of protest, and hesitating before fully getting into the passenger seat. Turning around you gave Isaac a hug, ignoring his groan and awkward back pat in return. “Just don’t do anything stupid.” Turning to Boyd, you wrapped him in an embrace, which he surprisingly returned. “I need you guys.”
“We need you, too, Y/N.” Boyd was even smiling when he pulled away, holding on to your shoulders. “Which is why you have to go to school and cover for us.” He turned you and gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulders before lightly shoving you into the Jeep. “Remember what we told you to say?”
You grimaced. “Yes. Do I have to?”
“Only if you want this plan to work,” Boyd smirked.
“Fine,” you huffed, shutting the door, and leaning out the window to finish the conversation.
“And be as descriptive as possible,” Isaac snickered, and you glared at them both before it melted into a small laugh.
“You owe me. Big time.” Turning to Stiles, you saw that he had just finished fixing his hair, and it took all you had not to reach out and mess it up again.
“Don’t even.” Stiles held up a finger in warning at you.
“I didn’t do anything!” you cried, grinning.
“You thought it, and you know it, and lying is not a good attribute, Y/N.”
You turned and waved at your two friends, smiling as they chuckled and turned toward the loft, Stiles putting the Jeep into gear and pulling off in the opposite direction.
Xxx
The rest of the day happened in a whirlwind, coming to a screeching halt as you rounded the last set of stairs up to the loft.
You heard a scuffle, then suddenly the loft seemed to emit what looked like lightning. The twins left Jennifer by the door and walked inside, their footsteps sounding like they were walking through water. Isaac quickly leapt to Jennifer’s side and held her close.
You slowly approached the door, feeling as if you weren’t really living what you were seeing. To your horror, you heard Kali yell something, the twins sloshing around to grab Derek and force him into submission like a disobedient puppy. They forced his claws to stay extended, and Kali lifted Boyd up and onto them, the only noise a soft groan as his abdomen was pierced.
You saw Derek break. You felt it.
Kali said something, you weren’t paying attention, and she exited the loft with the twins, stopping and rolling her eyes when she had to step around you because you wouldn’t move. You couldn’t. Your feet were rooted to the spot. You stared at the twins as they passed you in the hall with a sneer. Keeping your head high, eyes narrowed at them, you waited until they were down several flights of stairs before you let out the breath you were holding.
A small smirk worked its way up your face knowing you’d gotten under the Alpha Pack’s skin, but it quickly vanished as you looked back up and to the loft doorway, where Isaac held a terrified looking Jennifer.
Even if she was lying about everything, she sure played the distress convincingly. Enough that you doubted some of what you knew to be true.
He met your gaze over her head, gently shaking his head to tell you what was waiting in the loft wasn’t good.
Boyd and Derek were exchanging some faint conversation, and while you wanted to rush and help, the moment felt special, almost sacred, and you didn’t want to break that.
Only moments later Boyd fell to the floor, and you heard no heartbeat from your fallen friend. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and you turned your gaze to Derek to see him staring at his hands as they shook in front of him.
Stiles, Lydia, and Cora all rushed past you, Lydia hovering in the doorway. Brushing past Jennifer and Isaac on the threshold of the loft, you stilled once again a few steps in at the scene you were met with.
Cora lay sobbing over Boyd’s body. Derek knelt right beside him, his hands covered in blood and held in front of him as if he didn’t recognize them as his own, or didn’t want to. Stiles was behind Derek, hand on his shoulder in comfort. No words were exchanged, the only sounds were Cora sobbing, Derek’s ragged breathing, and the water covering the loft floor lapping at any movement.
As if he could sense you, Derek snapped his head your way, looking you over from the ground up as if to make sure you were okay, before landing on your eyes and finally holding your gaze firmly. Something swirled in his eyes, something you hadn’t seen in months, since before you were turned.
You had been a long term resident of Beacon Hills and had met the Hale family on several occasions growing up, enough to know when Peter was scheming and to know Derek’s wide array of moods. This is one you’d only seen once before the fire, and anytime after when the fire was brought up.
Pain. Failure. Loss. A swirl of grief stared up at you with blood stained hands.
And without exchanging a word, you walked around behind him, putting a hand on his other shoulder, mirroring Stiles to your side. Slowly you knelt in front of him, careful to keep your hand on his shoulder, and brought your other hand up to his cheek. Purposely putting yourself between him and Boyd, and his grieving sister, you needed him to focus on one thing at a time before it all became too much.
Reaching down with both your hands, you took hold of his, and he flinched, trying to pull them back, but you held on tightly.
“Derek,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.
His eyes went from the floor to staring at his hands again, and finally up to you. And when he met your gaze again, you almost broke completely. But you couldn’t.
So much pain and death and in general horrible things happened around him, no matter how he tried to do the opposite. People literally used his hands to kill someone else. And despite how hard he fought, and went against everything bad, he was still the one made to take the fall.
“Derek, this isn’t your fault.” Your voice was breaking with emotion, you didn’t trust it more than the small sound it currently offered. “It was Kali and the others. You fought. You fought trying to protect them, protect everyone, and you almost did, but they played dirty.” Giving his hands a tight squeeze, you pulled them closer to your chest and saw the hesitance in his eyes. Slowly lifting them up to sit on your shoulders, you placed your hands firmly on top of his, rubbing his knuckles with your thumbs.
Smiling cautiously, you held his gaze. “See? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Those same hands that won’t kill a spider for me are right here.” He smiled gently at the remark, and you let yourself return it. “These hands did not kill Boyd, Kali’s did.” You swallowed thickly, feeling the lump of unshed tears growing in your throat. “Now, I need you to do something for me.” His eyes darted all over your face, before holding your gaze once again with a gentle nod. “First, we have to take care of Boyd. We’ll put him by Erica? I think he would like that.” Derek nodded again after a moment of hesitation. “You know his ghost would haunt us if we didn’t.” Everyone in the pack let out a little laugh in agreement, letting tears fall unabashedly.
Pulling his hands down into the water that filled the loft, you rinsed them gently to remove the blood as best you could, speaking after a moment as you did so. “Then, after a proper send off, we need to get the water out of this loft. I have no idea how, but until then you should go stay with Peter in his apartment.”
“He can stay with me,” Jennifer offered.
Going rigid at the sound of her voice, you turned almost mechanically her way. You’d forgotten she was even here. Keeping your voice a monotone, you looked her dead in the eyes as you spoke. “I think it’s best that he’s with family right now.”
“I’ll make sure he gets there,” Cora said from behind you, sniffing loudly as her tears calmed down for the moment.
Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at her in thanks.
She returned the gesture. “I might even stay, myself. Family time, however dysfunctional, sounds nice.” You didn’t miss the way she eyed Jennifer with mild disdain, and Derek with unabashed concern.
Turning back to Derek, looking down to see his hands now clean, you turned your grip in them to hold them, fingers interlaced tightly with his, and a smirk rising on your face. “Then, this last part I know you’ll love - revenge. After we take care of Boyd, then the loft, then we plot our revenge, and get justice for our friends and everyone else they have made suffer.” Leaning in close to his face, you whispered, “And that includes you.” Giving his hands a final squeeze, you rose to your feet, pulling him with you.
Despite everything, you saw a glimmer of the old Derek shining through, and it was enough to give you hope again. That maybe Jennifer hadn’t totally brainwashed him. And she wouldn’t. Not if you could help it.
Xxx
Pulling up in front of the Stilinski house yet again, you sat in silence as Stiles put the Jeep in park, turned off the engine, and just stared out the front windshield blankly without saying a word.
You eyed him from the passenger seat, the silence tense, and the small popping sounds of the engine as it cooled down nearly made you jump each time. Steeling your resolve, you reached a hand over to place on Stiles’ forearm. He flinched gently away, but allowed the gesture with a sigh, placing his other hand firmly over yours with a soft pat. “It’ll be okay, Stiles. This sucks, I know, but we have to be there for each other. I lost him, too. Don’t shut me out.” You choked on the sadness that had been building in your throat, swallowing the small lump down, daring it to break you. You could only manage a small, wavering whisper after that. “Don’t you dare, Stiles.”
Patting your hand once again, Stiles smiled tightly, his voice heavily sarcastic. “Yeah, it’ll be okay, Y/N. We’ll be fine. I’ll just add it to my list of trauma from this week and move on. Sound good? Okay.”
Pulling away from your grasp, he opened the door and got out of the car, slamming it shut behind him. The action was so violent for Stiles, it made you jump.
He had only gotten this way a few times in the years you had known him, one of those being when his mom died. It was never easy to watch, and sometimes harder to handle, but grief had a way of doing that. And you weren’t about to let grief dictate this evening. At least, not anymore than it already had.
Climbing out of the Jeep slowly, shutting the door quietly, you followed your friend to where he held the front door open for you, his face a tight line, his gaze downcast and far away.
He gestured you through with a stilted motion, but you stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at him. Shifting your weight side to side, the squelching sound of your waterlogged shoes finally became too much in the awkward silence, so you reached down and slipped them off, holding them limply at your side on the tips of your fingers.
You’re not sure how long you both stood there, but it felt like an eternity before Stiles finally took in a sharp breath. “Are you ever going to come in?”
“After we have talked.”
“We can talk inside just fine.”
“You can distract yourself inside just fine.” Stiles let out a loud breath through his nose, looking away from you again. “We need to talk first.”
He let go of the handle and took the few steps down to where you were. “Look, I know what you’re doing, and I appreciate it, I really do. But we can’t talk about this out here, for a multitude of reasons.”
“So what if someone hears us?” Stiles scoffed disbelievingly. “In case you haven’t noticed, werewolves are kinda in right now. We might just become the popular kids.”
Stiles smiled despite himself, plastering his hand over your mouth. “You mean you would finally be popular. I would still be the skinny kid full of sarcastic jokes who follows you around.” You went to speak, but he wouldn’t remove his hand. “And that’s okay with me. Times like tonight, that’s just what Derek needed, a friend. Not someone with a supernatural agenda, not pity, or someone picking up on chemo signals or whatever. He just needed a hand on his shoulder to ground him, one not covered in blood, which, no offense, all of you seem to have at this point for some reason or another.”
Rain drops started to hit the top of your heads, and you looked up, blinking once or twice as it pelted your face.
“Plus, it’s raining, so……”
Stiles smirked, removing his hand, and went inside, one arm still outstretched on the handle as he waited for you, a sly grin on his face this time, his eyes meeting yours. Despite the facade, you saw his pain; tonight would haunt him for a while. Stepping up and inside, Stiles mumbled a “thank you” as you passed over the threshold past him and went directly up to his room.
“My dad is at work tonight, so we have the place to ourselves.”
“What are you suggesting?” You playfully wiggled your eyebrows. “I mean, I know grief can make you do some weird things, but…..”
Stiles held up a hand, shut his eyes, and shuddered violently. “Don’t ever-” he made a fake gagging noise- “joke about that again. I don’t need nightmares, thank you very much. I’m very successful at them on my own.”
You chuckled.
“What do you think Boyd and Erica would have to say to this situation?” You smiled ruefully, absently adjusting a pillow on Stiles’ bed.
“Oh, they wouldn’t let us hear the end of it. How we joked about it, and also, how disgusted they were at the thought of it.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “It might actually be the first thing we would agree on, come to think of it.”
Your jaw dropped, and you threw the pillow at him, which he caught with a chuckle. “You know I’m right.”
“You don’t have to be mean about it.” You cast your eyes to the side, eyeing the floor, before you flopped in the center on his bed. “You can sleep on the floor, asshole.”
“It’s my bed,” he argued.
“It’s your punishment,” you shot back.
Both of you were still in your soaked clothes, but he didn’t seem to mind. Grabbing a pair of PJs you had set out earlier in the day, he pelted them at you, hitting you square in the face. “Nice reflexes, wolf girl. Go change.”
Mocking his words in a ridiculous voice, you went to the bathroom to change, hearing him do the same, hopping around trying to get his soaked sneakers off, before he must have succeeded, only to whack himself somehow because he muttered an “ow” after a soft thud.
Walking out with your hands over your eyes, you asked, “Is it safe?” before opening them just a crack to peek with a smirk.
“Hardy, har,” he said sarcastically.
You launched back onto the bed, ready to relax, when Stiles pounced beside you and wrapped you up tight in his arms, holding your back to his chest. After the initial comfort sunk in, so did the events of the day.
“I can’t believe he’s really gone,” you said quietly.
“It was a really shitty move,” he agreed.
Finally letting your tears fall, they raced silent tracks across your face and onto the pillow. You felt a dampness growing on your shoulder, Stiles’ shaking behind you as he too tried to be strong, not wanting to let it out.
Once it started, it wouldn’t stop, and you knew to Stiles that meant having to take a moment and be still, which let everything else catch up to you that you did your best to run from.
Placing your hand on top of his that rested on your abdomen, you threaded your fingers with his and clutched his hand tight, letting him know he wasn’t facing it alone. Any of it.
Giving your hand a squeeze in return, a single sob came through, and it was all you could do not to match it. But you knew he needed to get out just enough to take the edge off the pain before he bottled it up for later. It wasn’t healthy, but it was how he processed things, and that was enough for you to let him. You’d be there for the fallout later.
He sniffed loudly, cleared his throat, then rested his mouth over the damp spot on your shirt. After a few moments of silence, he mumbled into your shoulder, “Sorry about your shirt.”
You chuckled, swiping at your tears with your free hand and feeling him smile into the fabric where he stayed. “It’s okay, Stiles. Sorry about your pillow.”
This time he laughed softly, the sound making you grin.
“Please stay in here tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I’m by myself. Too much going on in here.” He gently rocked his head back and forth where it still sat on your shoulder to indicate his troubled mind.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, realizing your pun when Stiles groaned and moved his forehead to the spot on your shirt, making you giggle.
“Your jokes are the absolute worst.”
“It wasn’t intentional!”
“That’s worse!” he cried, lifting his head up to make eye contact with you as you grinned over your shoulder.
Reaching up with your free hand, you wiped away the straggling tears. His eyes bloodshot, you caught a single stray tear that escaped on the top of your thumb. Pulling it back, you smiled sadly as you stared at the tip of your finger. “Say, ‘goodnight, Boyd’.”
Stiles side eyed you.
“Whenever I was sad as a kid, my parents would wipe away my tears and tell me to say goodbye to my worries as they dried away, and to blow them away like an eyelash. I dunno. They are weird people, how do you think I came to be this way? Stop looking at me like that.”
“Goodnight, Boyd,” Stiles whispered, before blowing the tear away.
Settling into the quiet, Stiles still held you close before he spoke quietly, a smile in his voice. “Did I ever tell you about the time Boyd got us the keys to the ice rink?”
“No….”
“Or when there was a werewolf smack down on the rink while Boyd was on the…. the…. the thing that smooths over the ice?”
“No!” You laughed.
“Too bad. He was a cool dude.”
“Yeah, he was.” You smiled. “I want to know these stories, now!”
“Tomorrow, Y/N. We already said goodnight, remember? Weirdo.”
Xxx
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jazziwritesthings · 4 years
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Crazy Part 2- Derek Hale
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I do not own teen wolf or any of its characters.
Word count: 2,803
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Summary: Part 2 to this
Warnings: Fighting? Parenthood?
Inspired by It Won’t Be Like This For Long by Darius Rucker. Lyrics in Bold. 
A/n: Read Part 1 Here
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He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all night
Laying there in bed listening
To his new born baby cry
Ever since you had brought her home, Derek hadn’t been able to sleep. He was constantly listening to her heart beating from the other room. He was paranoid that something was going to happen. You had reassured him multiple times that nothing was going to happen. He knew you were right, but he just couldn’t shake this feeling that something was going to happen the minute he closed his eyes. 
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be OK
Knowing that he wouldn’t be getting to sleep anytime soon he got out of bed slowly, trying not to wake you. Before he even thinks about it he is walking towards the room next door. Peeking his head in the door he saw her lying there, sleeping peacefully. Taking a deep breath of her scent he walked into the kitchen and started to brew some coffee. Making his way to the sink he splashed some water on his face to wake him up a bit. Making himself a cup of coffee he sat down at the kitchen table. Resting his head on his arms, he slowly falls into a light sleep. 
He was startled awake when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jerked his head around to see you standing there in his shirt with your own cup of coffee in your hands. Shaking his head he looks up at you with his eyebrows knit together. “I found you here about 4 hours ago. It’s 9am. She’s awake if you want to get her up.” At the sound of a soft cry he was out of his chair and down the hall to get his little girl. 
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laughin'
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It wont be like this for long
She had been so cranky the past two weeks and neither of you could figure out why. Deaton told you that it wasn’t safe to try to take pain from a baby. You didn’t understand why but he was adamant. So you and Derek were feeling all sorts of helplessness. Then Melissa showed up and told you what was wrong immediately, “ Guys, she teething.” Both you and Derek looked down at the little girl currently crawling around the living room. “Just get one of those teething toys and put it in the freezer. It should help. Don’t be surprised if she gets a fever, it’s known to happen.” Thanking Melissa as she left you looked over to where Derek had just been to find him missing. Looking around the loft for him you find him in her room. Sitting on the rocking chair with her laying on his chest. He was gently rubbing her back and just staring at her lovingly. The sight before you melted your heart. “Remember when we first brought her home and you didn’t sleep for days?” He looked over at you and smiled while looking back down, “ I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except maybe her being so grumpy and in pain.” Walking over to him you press a gentle kiss to his head, “ It’s not going to be like this all the time. I promise.” You stepped back and pressed a kiss to your daughters head before heading into your bedroom and getting ready for bed. 
Four years later bout four thirty
She's crawling in their bed
He heard the pitter patter of little feet before he actually saw her. Then there she was, standing in the doorway to your bedroom holding her blanket and teddy bear. Without saying anything she walked into the room and towards Derek’s side of the bed. He smiled at her when he saw that her eyes were glowing a precious golden yellow. She was already using her eyes to see in the dark. He picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed between you two. You turned onto your side feeling the bed dip down. Seeing your daughter smiling up at her daddy made your heart feel full. You silently watched as she pushed Derek's arm and weazled her way to be nuzzled into his side. He kissed the top of her head before his eyes met yours. You smiled at him reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “ I love you.” It may have been dark but you could see the smile on his face, “ I love you too.” It amazed you that no matter how long you two had been together. Whenever you said that to him it caused him to get shy and adorable. 
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This will only last a week or two
She was starting preschool in less than a week and to say that both of you were stressed would be an understatement. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy because of what happened a few weeks back.
You and Derek were in desperate need of a night out. No baby, no pack. Just the two of you. So when Scott volunteered to babysit you were more than ecstatic. You took your time getting ready before going and dropping her off at Scott’s. Pulling into the driveway you were surprised to see Stiles’ jeep in the street. He had been in virginia for over a year at this point and you missed him like crazy. You didn’t even wait for Derek before getting out of the car and running to the door. You weren’t surprised at the fact that it opened before you got there and Stiles stood there with his arms open. You leapt at him wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. He set you down and you grabbed his face just looking him over. The pudginess of his cheeks was gone, there was now stubble on what was once smooth skin, and he was muscly. Your baby had grown up and you weren’t there to see it. You didn’t even notice that you were crying until he wiped a tear from your cheek and pulled you into another hug. “ I missed you mama.” He rested his head on top of yours. He only let go when he saw who else was walking towards him, “ Oh my god! You’re so big! Do you remember me?” He squatted down so he was just a little taller than her. She looked at him with a bit of a glare and then she smiled and walked into his waiting arms, “Sties!!” You all smiled at how she tried to pronounce Stiles’ name. Scott came and stood on the porch as well and pulled you into a hug. “Hey mama.” Stiles put her down and she came right over to you and you gave her the biggest hug ever, “ You be good for the boys okay?” She looked kind of confused but nodded her head. Then she walked over to her daddy and demanded to be held. He held her tight before he tried to hand her off to Scott, “ No!” She had a death grip on Derek’s jacket. “ Hey, It’s okay. You're gonna play with the boys tonight okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back later, Okay?” That was when the water works started. You immediately knew that your night out was not going to happen now. She had Derek wrapped around her finger that when she started to cry, whatever was making her cry would be stopped immediately. He looked at you and saw that your face had fallen and you were smelling of sadness. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, “ Nothing. Are we going?” He knew what you were asking. He knew he never did anything that made her cry. “Babe, I can’t just-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Scott stepped in and pried her hands free from Derek, “ Yes you can. You both need this. We got this. Now go.” Derek couldn’t disobey and order from an alpha so he nodded and grabbed your hand. 
Now here you were. Waiting for Derek to get back from dropping her off at preschool. It was nerve racking and you didn’t know what to expect. When he came home by himself it was a relief but it also concerned you how he had been so quiet. “What happened?” You asked as you stood next to where he sat at the table. Beginning to rub his back you saw him visibly relax. “She had a meltdown. She grabbed my leg and wouldn’t let go. The teacher had to pry her off of me because I couldn’t do it myself. I don’t think I can do this again.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “ Well, you have too. I go back to work soon and I won’t be able to drop her off. It won’t be like this for long. I promise.” 
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times he’ll think she hates him
As you arrived home from work the first thing you heard was a door slamming. Taking a deep breath and walking deeper into the house you saw Derek on the couch with his head in his hands, “ What happened?” He didn’t even look at you before and threw himself back on the couch, “ She hates me.” Shaking your head as you take off your heels, “ No she doesn’t and you know it.” He looked over at you with a look of defeat all over his face, “ She said she hates me.” You walked over and kissed him gently, “ I’ll go talk to her.” You walked up the steps of your little home and made your way to your 14 year old daughters room. “ So. You hate dad now?” She just groaned from her spot on her bed. Walking over and sitting down she moved until her head was lying in your lap. Gently playing with her hair, “ What happened?” Looking down at the beautiful teenager in your lap, all you could see was the little baby you had made. “ I got into a fight in school. I got detention and then I came home and Dad just started in on me about the fight.” Stopping your movement, “ You got into a fight and detention?” She closed her eyes, “Not now mom. Please.” You sighed and decided to let it go, “ What happened, why did you get into a fight?” This time she sat up and faced away from you. “ There were these kids. They were making fun of Stilinski. I couldn’t let that just happen.” Nodding your head your thoughts drift to Stile’s oldest boy, he was about 4 years younger than her. All the kids in the pack were referred to as cousins. So when someone hurts one, all of them are hurt. “Did you tell that to dad?” She looked over at you, “ I didn’t get that chance. He was just so mad about the fight and then add onto that the detention I got. I just couldn’t take being yelled at. So…” You nodded, “ So you told him you hated him to get him to leave you alone?” You saw her face fall as the gravity of what she had said finally sunk in. “ What do I do mama?” You stood up and held out your hand. She took it in her own and looked into your eyes, “ Tell him the truth. That’s the best thing to do.” She walked out of her room and stood at the bottom of the stairs watching them interact.
Derek saw her walk into the living room. She didn’t say anything, she just sat next to him and curled into his side. He looked over to where he knew he would find you. You nodded your head as you walked into the kitchen to start dinner. “ I love you daddy.” His heart swelled at the words he would never get tired of hearing. “ Want to tell me what happened?” She told him everything that had happened. From the kids picking on Stilinski to her throwing a punch when they said something about her family. She just spilled her guts to the man you both loved. 
Then he'll walk her down the isle
And he'll raise her veil
You stared at the women standing before you. In a few short hours she was going to be married. She would no longer be Miss Hale. She would now be Mrs. McCall. She was marrying Scott’s oldest boy, who was only a few months younger than she was. You hugged her one last time before leaving the room to go find your seat. You sat down next to Scott and grabbed his hand. He gave yours a squeeze, “ It’s going to be okay mama.” he gently kissed your cheek as you looked up at the man standing at the altar. It was just so hard to believe that at one point in time, he was just a baby that you had over for playdates. You had always had your suspicions. Every time the pack got together they would go off somewhere just to hang out. Being the oldest 2 of the pack's kids they didn’t want to hang around the younger ones, but they were too young to hang with the adults. You heard the music and knew it was time.
Derek stood at the door waiting for his daughter to come out of a room. When she did he had to do a double take. This woman, she couldn’t be his daughter. His daughter was just a little girl. Still wearing pigtails and tu-tus. Not this beautiful woman wearing this white dress about to change her life forever. “Daddy?” He hadn’t realized that he was staring, “ Do I look okay?” He didn’t trust his voice as he felt tears well up in his eyes. “ Oh daddy.” She saw he was crying and she walked closer and pulled him into a hug. “You look beautiful baby. Absolutely stunning.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He heard the music start playing. He offered up his elbow and she laced her arm through it. “ You ready?” He looked down at her. Seeing the big smile on her face, “ Born ready.” Then they started the walk towards the altar. It seemed like it took ages to get there. All he could see was this gorgeous woman beside him. His mind was flashing with memories. Everything from the day they brought her home, to her first tooth, first step, first word. Then to her riding a bike. Her first full shift. Her first car accident. Her first boyfriend. All the things he never thought would happen because he didn’t believe that he was father material. Buth this girl right next to him, she proved him wrong. He was father material. He was the best dad ever.
But right now she up and crying
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watching her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
“Derek?” The voice startled him awake, “What happened?” He looked around and realized that he was still in bed, in the loft. Shaking his head thinking of what he just saw, “ It’s your turn to feed her.” He slowly got out of bed and walked down the hall. Walking into her room he saw the infant crying in her crib. He felt a pang in his chest as he picked her up and made his way to the kitchen. Getting a bottle for her, he makes his way to the couch and lays on it and feeds his little girl. “This isn’t going to last long enough, is it?” She made a noise as she continued to drink from her bottle. After she finished he burped her and stayed lying and just talked to her. He told her all about the dream he had and how it had felt so real. Looking down at the little girl, now asleep on his chest, “ I’ll love you no matter what.” 
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jasmine2042003 · 4 years
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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ Teen Wolf x Reader
So, depending on whether or not people like this I might turn this into a series, there will be character death, but I am hoping this will turn into more of a romance story because that is what I am used to writing. Multiple endings with each character and maybe a few other endings, I hope you enjoy!
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3rd Person pov
Blue and red flashed through the trees and bushes, onto the faces of terrified witnesses and onto the stern face of Sheriff Stilinski as he walked through the cemetery, a long, tired sigh escaping his body. His fellow colleagues were spread about the tombstones questioning the witnesses. He looked over at the now demolished mausoleum, apparently it just happened, video footage showed nothing, nobody near it, it just spontaneously collapsed.
The Sheriff walked over to question the last witness, someone he had questioned recently for something else, “We meet again mister Lahey!” He exclaimed, shaking the teen by the hand and nodding at the boy’s father. “What can you tell me about what happened tonight?” He asked, gesturing towards the pile of rubble in the corner of the cemetery.
The boy blew a sigh out through his lips, looking nervously between the Sheriff, the mausoleum and his father, “Well, I was doing my rounds, cleaning things up, trimming bushes and stuff, and I heard this noise, like laughter.” The boy suddenly paled and focused on the trees behind the mausoleum, where his alpha stood glowering at all the attention. “It was chilling, terrifying. Like, it was echoing off of walls that weren’t there anymore. The next thing I knew, the tomb crashed down and I had to get away from it before I was trapped.” He told the Sheriff, his voice shaking.
The boy’s father rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Look are we done here, it’s late and Isaac has practice early tomorrow.” He said, clearly unhappy that there was yet another disturbance in his cemetery. The Sheriff sighed and waved them off, watching with a stern glare as the boy was dragged away from the crime scene by his father.
Walking towards the (l/n) family mausoleum, forensics had just finished their first sweep of the rubble, making sure that the only bodies in there, were those that were in coffins. “Anything?” He asked, looking towards a few other officers. One of the forensics walked towards him with a grave face.
“Well, we found something rather odd, we found DNA of someone outside of the coffins, now it could just be people who had visited the mausoleum, but we won’t be sure for a while.” They said, walking away.
Once again, the Sheriff sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, walking back over to his car, to find a blue Jeep also in the parking lot. “Stiles, what are you doing here?” Sheriff Stilinski asked his son, exasperated.
Stiles jumped out of his Jeep and ran towards his father, looking around him to the crime scene, “Well, I heard what had happened and I wanted to-” The boy was cut off by his father grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him back to his car.
“You cannot keep showing up to my crime scenes! Go home, Stiles.” He said, pushing the teen towards his Jeep and getting into his own car. Alone with his thoughts, the man began running through the events of the night. Why just that mausoleum? Why specifically the (l/n) mausoleum?
Time Skip~
Stiles ran through the halls of Beacon Hills High School, apologising as he ran into other students until he finally ran into the right student. “Scott! Scott, you’re not gonna believe this! Oh dude, this is insane-” Stiles’ hyperactive tangent was interrupted by his friend.
“Stiles, dude, breathe. What’s going on?” Scott asked, looking through his locker for books on his next class. Stiles hopped from foot to foot, excited to tell his friend about the research he had done.
Stiles huffed before continuing, “Okay, so about a week ago, I was listening to dad’s police scanner and apparently something happened at the cemetery. The (l/n) family mausoleum was destroyed!” Stile’s rushed through his words, desperately trying to get to the best part. “The best thing is, the camera footage of the place showed nobody but Isaac in the area and he didn’t do anything!” Scott looked at his friend confused.
“Wait, Isaac? Derek’s new beta Isaac?” He asked in a hushed whisper. Stiles merely responded with a look of disbelief.
“That’s what you took from that!?” He yelled, looking around at people’s staring before lowering his voice, “Nothing happened to the mausoleum, it just imploded!” He whisper-shouted. Scott looked at Stiles confused.
“Well, do you know what happened? How did a small building just destroy itself?” Stiles was once again hopping up and down with excitement.
“That’s the biggest thing! The forensics who were on the scene found DNA from the rubble but it was outside the coffins, like someone had been there that wasn’t dead!” Stiles looked ready to burst. “The forensics called my dad and I ‘overheard’ what had happened,” He said, using air quotes. “Apparently, the DNA belonged to a little girl that went missing nearly ten years ago, (y/n) (l/n).”
Scott looked at his friend with interest, “Well, what happened to her? I don’t remember a (y/n) (l/n) around here.” Scott racked his memory to try and remember a girl around his age that went missing. He could vaguely remember the town going crazy for a while over a child reported missing. He remembered a curfew being set for teenagers and younger kids, he also remembered his mom acting crazy, not letting him leave the house alone, not even going into the backyard.
Stiles looked down, “Nobody knows what happened to her, they never found any evidence until now, the case was closed and then reopened. Dad’s really uptight about it, apparently some of his worst days were trying to work that case only to hit a dead end. But, do you remember that creepy old dude, (father’s/name) (l/n)?” He asked, Scott nodded at his friend, everyone knew that guy, after his wife died he went a bit... weird.
“Well, if you didn’t get it from the last name, he was (y/n)’s dad, when his daughter went missing, he started acting really weird, especially around the police. Since the case has been reopened, they brought everything back from the archives and the number one suspect - her dad.” Stiles finished his tangent, looking both excited and freaked out by the story he told. 
Scott looked at Stiles, panicked, “So, you’re saying there is a chance that this guy killed his own daughter?” He whispered, still thinking the story through and its connection to him. Why was Stiles telling him all of this? 
Stiles continued his tale, “Yeah but that’s not the only thing, apparently Isaac heard laughing, echoed, creepy laughing before the mausoleum crumbled. I managed to sneak a peek at the footage and found this.” He finished, pulling out his phone with a picture of blurry camera footage. There, in the trees behind the rubble, there was something (s/t) in the shadows, it almost looked like there was a face peeking through the bushes. 
Scott looked shocked for a second, “What is that?” He asked, looking at the picture, “Is that real? That’s a face!” He continued, whispering. Stiles nodded sporadically, getting pumped again. The bell for their next class of the day rang through the halls, the boys beginning to move towards their classroom.
Stiles once again, began speaking, “Yeah, it is a face! But, it disappeared like two seconds later after staring at Isaac. I wanted to tell you because it seems very-”
“Supernatural.” Scott finished quietly, as they entered their classroom. Stiles nodded. “Okay, well we have enough to deal with because of Derek and Isaac anyways,” Scott said, watching as Isaac entered the room and smirked, “We’ll meet up after practice and talk then, see if Derek knows about any of this.” He said, stopping as their teacher walked into the room. 
“Settle down everyone,” They began loudly, “We have a new student starting today, come on in dear.” Everyone turned towards the door to see the new student. A young girl walked into the room, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair, glassy (e/c) eyes and (s/t) skin. One single thought ran through the minds of every student in the room, some with jealousy and others with deep interest, ‘She’s gorgeous’. 
The girl smiled shyly at everyone before stating quietly, “Hi, I’m (y/n) (l/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Scott’s eyes widened, looking over at Stiles, hoping to see a similar reaction, but the boy was sat gawking at the girl and her beauty.
“Dude, did you hear that?” Scott whispered, catching Stiles’ attention. Stiles was jolted out of his daydreaming.
“What- what’s up?” He asked, looking swiftly between Scott and the girl, who was now making her way to the back of the class, sitting in the empty seat next to Isaac, who smiled at her, trying to charm her, before turning to the glaring males of the class and changing to a smug smirk. 
“Did you really not hear her? She said her name was (y/n) (l/n), the girl who you said went missing ten years ago!” Stiles suddenly turned to focus all his attention on Scott.
“What? Seriously? I didn’t hear that, she said something like (name that sounds like yours) or- actually, I don’t think she said anything,” Stiles muttered, trailing off. He couldn’t think of her name. Almost as if she hadn’t told them it at all. 
Scott looked over at the girl, smiling and talking to Isaac. “I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe I was just focused on that, thought I heard her say it but she said something else. You, on the other hand, were too busy gawking at her to hear her name.” He said, looking over at Stiles, only to see his attention back on the new girl. Scott slapped his friend gently on the back of the head, snapping him out of his trance.
“Anyway,” He continued, “We’ll do some research into the missing girl, see if they look alike, then we really need to talk to Derek and Isaac.” Stiles paled at the thought of having to talk to Derek, but was excited to see where it went with his research of the new girl.
(y/n) pov
Walking into the classroom, I hid behind a shy sweet persona, that would make this easier. I knew I had the looks down, us supernaturals were unnaturally good-looking, but I could sense there were supernaturals in this room. I looked out into the room of students with a shy smile, “Hi, I’m (y/n) (l/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I doubt anyone knew my story, or even that I had gone missing at all, I used my real name but masked it with a small glamour. Unless they were supernaturals, they would hear some random name that kept changing.
I looked into the wave of students and saw two in particular that caught my interest, one was a boy with an impish grin, dark blonde curls and deep blue eyes, the other boy had dark, curly hair, dark brown eyes and looked shocked, before he began whispering with a pale boy behind him. I walked through the desks until I found the empty chair next to the blonde boy, “Hi.” I whispered, looking down at my books. I’ll admit, this wasn’t the plan but I found him very attractive.
He smiled a charming smile at me and whispered back, “Hi, I’m Isaac Lahey,” He told me. ‘Oh,’ I thought to myself, ‘The boy from cemetery.’ He reached out a hand, I assume to shake my own, only to hold it in both of his. Wow, he is very out there, but still I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks. I could feel supernatural energy flooding through the boy’s warm hand into my own, he might be useful.
“It’s nice to meet you Isaac,” I told him with a bright smile, “Look, I’m starting the year pretty late, would you mind maybe, helping me catch up?” I asked quietly. I don’t think I was acting shy anymore, this boy was bringing out a different side of me. Isaac smiled widely at me, I could feel my knees weaken.
“Sure, I’d love to! How about we start after school today?” He asked, I nodded and smiled back at him. I had never had an education, let alone one in high school so this should be interesting...
Now all I needed was to find that Alpha...
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jjmaybankx · 4 years
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PAD LOCK LOVE » JJ MAYBANK
Not requested but suggested by the amazing @pankows-girl​:
jj or another character and the reader get a lock and put it on a bridge somewhere and throw away the key and it could be all fluffy and romantic
Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader 
Warning: nothing unless a cute JJ gives you a heart attack
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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You had just gotten off a shift at The Wreck. You worked there part-time. It was how your friendship with Kiara Carrera, the owners’ daughter, and her three guy friends sparked.
There was John B, who to this day you didn’t understand why you guys always added his middle initial. When you had met his dad, you thought maybe it was because both of them were named John, but his dad also had a known nickname: Big John. 
There was Pope, the brains of the group. He had plans and goals in life, with the academics and smarts to back them up. You always joked that one day, you could be his personal chef, when he was rich and famous for inventing something great.
Then, there was JJ, the blonde mess of a surfer boy. JJ loved boats and cars, and knew how to fix them up. He worked for his money, constantly mowing lawns or running errands at Pope’s dad’s place, Heyward’s Seafood. JJ was an immature wild child, as everyone on the island liked to call. Someone who wasn’t going to amount to much, like his father.
You disagreed.
When you met JJ, the first thing you noticed was that he was quite like Stiles Stilinski in a sense, your favorite character from Teen Wolf. JJ used sarcasm as his only defense to his inner trauma and valued his friends more than anything. Sure, he was quite the flirt, but he still reminded you of the powder blue Jeep owning nerd.
It didn’t take long until his flirtatious ways made their way to you, and you became the new victim of his advances. As he liked to say, “He tried the door.”
Just, this time, it was unlocked.
It took two months of flirting for you to finally let him take you on a date. With the fact that you were Pogues from The Cut, he had to get innovative, and that he was. 
He got the group to let him have the HMS Pogue for an entire day. According to John B, he had found extra work around the island to get the money to buy a picnic basket and its contents: two amazing sandwiches from The Crew, some fruits, and two bottles of Sparkling Apple Cider.
It was nice, seeing that everything about the picnic on the boat screamed romance, and not a drop of alcohol in sight. JJ had said something about “wanting to remember it” when it was over.
He was cheesy like that, and the next tweleve. It was like back when you guys were just friends, just this time, no more flirting with other people. There were days of fights, and not going to sugar coat it, a few times when you two had almost broken up. You hadn’t really expected for it to last, if you were being honest. High school relationships often burned out fast, what was supposed to make you and JJ any different.
Despite the few very serious fights you’ve had, both of you were willing to sit down and talk it through. Sometimes, it was hard and needed the Pogues interference. When JJ would get angry about his life with his dad, he’d “do a JJ thing” as John B would say, and go ghost for a few days. It worried you like crazy, and almost always ended up in a huge fight. Slowly, JJ learned not to go ghost and go to you instead.
Sometimes, he’d get down on himself about how you deserved a better life.
Sometimes, you’d get jealous over tourons checking him out while he’s surfing, flirting with him in front of you.
But each time, you both were willing to sit down and talk about it. And then twelve months later, and you realized you had made it.
That was the thing, you and JJ were just different on account of being Y/N and JJ.
As you walked out of The Wreck, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the side of the entrance. You laughed as you realized it was JJ.
He leaned against the wall of the restaurant, leaning his forehead down against yours.
“Happy anniversary,” he said softly, giggling.
Your hands went around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
“You ready for what I have planned?” JJ asked, and you nodded excitedly as you guys made your way to the docks by John B’s house.
When you got to John B’s, your three friends were standing out on the porch.
“Come with me,” Kiara said, holding her arm out for you, bringing you to the house.
“And you’re coming with us,” Pope said to JJ, the boys hauling him into the house as well.
The boys took over John B’s room to get JJ dressed up while you and Kiara crammed into the bathroom, where the two of you needed the mirror. She touched up on the makeup you had put on for your shift, adding what she called “Kiara glam” to it. Even though Kiara barely wore any makeup herself, she at least new how to do it.
She had picked out a beautiful (insert whatever dress you want to wear) for you along with heels, before going to curl your hair. 
There was three knocks on the door, and you went to open it. Kiara smacked your hand down.
“Ouch!” you laughed, retracting your hand and holding it. “What was that for?”
“That meant JJ was ready, and now we wait five minutes for them to set up the boat.”
“The boat was already set up?”
You obliged to their plan nonetheless, and before you knew it, John B had opened the bathroom door. He placed his hands over your eyes, helping Kiara to escort you out. Apparently, JJ wanted photos of your reaction to the surprise, so Kiara was in charge of taking them.
After temporary blindness, John B took his hands away from your face.
You laughed when you realized they had recreated your first date, but instead, there was an addition to it. The boat was all decked out with fairy lights, lighting up the boat with a subtle touch of romance.
The shutter of the camera went off every now and then as you made your way to JJ, holding the bottom of your dress as you walked. He was wearing a white button up with a black floral bow tie, and a black vest.
He licked his lips, his hands finding your waist.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“So do you,” you said.
“I look beautiful?” he questioned with a smile.
“The prettiest,” you said, moving his hair to the side.
“Right this way, m’lady,” he said, holding your hand as he helped you into the boat.
You two waited at your friends as you guys set out for a little ways further to have semi-privacy on your boat date. It went perfect, the two of you just talking about your day, random topics, feeding one another.
It always astonished you to be able to see this side of JJ. The soft one.
“And one last stop,” he said, getting up to start up the boat again.
The two of you ended up at a bridge that connected two parts of land, water underneath. There were locks all over it. You didn’t even realize the Outer Banks had a bridge like that. 
The boat stopped right in front of it. He put a hand out to help you up, and fished for something in the basket.
“C’mere,” he said, pulling out a key.
You both held it as he turned it, the lock opening.
“I was thinking we could put it here,” he said softly. “Like that one you liked in Paris. You were sad when they cut the locks off.”
You laughed, remembering you had mentioned it to him once. When they cut the locks off, which was understandable because of the weight, you were slightly bummed because the romantic in you loved the cute gestures of love.
You kissed his cheek, nodding enthusiastically. He helped you take a step closer, the two of you holding hands out as you both clipped the lock to the bridge. As you clipped it closed, JJ turned to place a kiss on your lips just as it locked together.
When he pulled away, he opened your hand, placing the keys into them and closing your fingers. Then, taking your hand in his, he pulled back in a throwing motion, and you both threw the keys into the marsh.
“Happy anniversary, Y/N Y/L/N, I love you.”
“Happy anniversary, JJ Maybanks, I love you, more.”
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momentofmemory · 3 years
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FICTOBER 2020 - day twenty
Prompt #17: “Give me a minute or an hour.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar.
Words: 1373
Author’s Note: Because someone needs to tell Scott it’s okay to let yourself heal. Post 5x18. Stiles POV. Read the extended version on Ao3.
>> what measure is a non-human
Running out into the school parking lot, Kira right on his heels, and not seeing a centuries old were-monster is easily one of the top ten pleasant surprises Stiles has had in the last two months.
Seeing his best friend half-dragging himself towards the jeep, looking like he’s got more blood on him than in him, not so much.
“Scott!”
Kira’s sprinting past him before Stiles can get an appropriate what the hell out, and she just barely catches Scott before he nosedives into the asphalt. A shell-shocked Liam appears from behind a row of cars, hands reaching for Scott like he wants to touch the alpha, but isn’t sure if it’d be welcome.
The only sound louder than Stiles’ heart pounding in his ears is his feet slapping against the pavement.
He covers the last few yards and skids to a stop in front of them.
Scott looks even worse up close.
A deep cut above his temple, blood crusted over half his face. Both shoulders mangled. Two long, garish sets of claw marks across his chest and back. Multiple internal injuries, if the bruising, raspy breathing, and dazed expression are any indication.
Stiles’ stomach turns. He’d already met his quota for injured werewolves tonight—which was zero, thank you very much.
“What—the hell—happened?” It’s meant to be a demand, but he’s a little out of breath so it comes out more confused than anything.
“The Beast," Scott says, his words tumbling out fragmented for an entirely different reason. “Trying to—stop it. Get its scent.”
“You fought that thing?” Stiles remembers with painful accuracy how quickly it’d KO’d Liam. Scott’s varying degrees of not-healed injuries suggest a much longer fight.
Scott doesn’t seem to notice his shock. “I tracked it out here. It’s—it’s Mason.”
Stiles pales, still taking in Scott’s injuries.
Oh, shit.
“Mason did this?” Kira looks horrified. “As in our Mason?”
“It wasn’t him,” Liam says. “Or, I mean, it was, but it’s not—he didn’t mean to. Like actually didn’t mean to, not like—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Scott says, and there’s that deeply disconcerting rasp again. “He’s our friend. We’ve gotta find him before the Dread Doctors do.”
“But Scott, the scent—”
“We can still track them as people.” Scott’s looking more and more determined the longer they talk, but also more and more like he has one foot in the ground and can’t wait to add the other. “Places they go, people they’d trust. We can’t just—”
His determination is undercut when a coughing fit, complete with blood splatter because when isn’t their lives a clichéd horror film, sends him collapsing against the side of the jeep.
“Whoa!”
“Okay,” Stiles says, as Kira grabs Scott’s arm and drapes it around her shoulders. “I realize we have a bit of a situation here, but you have too much in common with a very loved and very abused chew toy to be picking fights with anyone right now, psychotic Doctors or no.”
“No, I’m okay,” Scott says, and boy if Stiles does not need to be a werewolf to hear that lie.
Kira, thankfully, is on his side, given that Scott’s side is literally bleeding all over her.
“Scott, you’re hurt,” she says.
Stiles swears Scott actually flinches at that, which—filing that away for further review.
“I’ll be fine,” Scott says, because of course he does. He tries to ease his weight off Kira, and it’s telling when all it takes to stop him is her adjusting her grip. “Every second we waste arguing about this—”
“Is a second you could be resting.”
Scott looks physically pained, which is hilarious, because that’s what he is.
“We have to find him, Kira,” he says. “I—It’s Mason.”
“Hayden and I can start looking,” Liam says, finally making himself useful. “We know Mason and Corey’s scents the best, anyway.”
“And I can contact Parrish and Lydia,” Stiles says. “I’m sure they’ve had a very relaxed last couple hours, comparatively speaking, and are dying to go traipsing around town.”
“Look, I said I’ll be fine,” Scott says, frustration and an emotion Stiles can’t quite pin coloring his voice. “Just—just give me a minute.”
All three of them shoot Scott incredulous looks.
“…Or an hour,” he amends, like that fixes anything.
Stiles has had enough, because even in the handful of seconds they’ve spent arguing, Scott’s only slunk deeper into Kira’s support and it’s kind of starting to scare him. “Dude, you look like you need a month.”
“We don’t have that kind of time!”
It’s the genuine anger—no, fear—that slips into Scott’s voice that finally clues him in to what he’d been missing.
Scott had just healed from the last time he’d gotten badly beaten, and that had taken weeks of recovery—during which, he hadn’t been allowed to rest.
“Scott,” Kira says, and she must’ve figured it out, too, because her voice drops, “it’s okay to take time to heal.”
Something fractures in Scott’s expression, and Stiles curses Theo and the Dread Doctors and probably himself, because couldn’t this godforsaken town have given Scott more than a single day—
“I just need a couple hours,” Scott tries, and Stiles doesn’t understand why he won’t just let it go until he adds, “I’ll heal eventually either way.”
And.
Shit.
Shit.
Stiles looks at Scott’s ashen face and sees the same one he’d had while sitting in the back of a bus, standing in a puddle of gasoline, laying on a hospital floor.
You’ll heal.
“Scott,” he says, the words sticking painfully to the roof of his mouth, “You don’t—you might heal, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, okay? I was—”
Stiles cuts off from where he was about to say upset, swallows it down, and slots back in the word that’s more correct—and the one that Scott needs to hear. “—I was wrong.”
Glassy eyes meet his, and Stiles adds concussion to the list of things he should be worried about. “But I—I can do this—”
“Scott,” Kira says, “if I let go of you right now, could you even walk across the parking lot?”
Scott, who looks like he’d fall over if Stiles breathed on him funny, looks very much like he’d still be willing to try.
“She’s right, Scott,” Liam pipes up, though his gaze remains firmly locked on his hands. “Just because you’ll heal from something doesn’t mean you have to be in pain.”
“Please, Scott,” Stiles says. “Let us help you for once. And if your own wellbeing isn’t enough to convince you, for the sake of altruism or whatever, you’d probably be more useful if you let yourself heal anyway.”
Scott looks between his three determined pack members and licks his lips nervously—there’s blood there, too, and Stiles’ earlier fears about internal injuries resurge. “But I…”
Kira nods to Liam, who scrambles to open the door to the jeep’s backseat. She starts moving them towards it, Stiles shuffling in to take Scott’s other side, when Scott digs in his heels.
“Wait,” he says. “We can’t leave without Malia—Braeden—”
“They’re right behind us, buddy.” Stiles is fully guessing, but he figures they’re more than capable of handling themselves either way.
“Braeden’s stayed to fix the cover story for the kids in the library,” Liam offers. “Malia, too. They said she’d catch up.”
Scott still looks like he wants to argue, so Stiles hurries to stuff him into the backseat with Kira as gently but quickly as possible. “See? All bases covered.”
Stiles then tosses Liam the keys to Scott’s bike while they get settled—“Don’t wreck it—” and turns back to Scott. “I’m thinking your house? Get that sweet, sweet medical exam from your mom?”
Scott hesitates, only half listening if the guilt lining his face means anything. He keeps one hand on the door, preventing Stiles from shutting it. “I might not—heal. For a while.”
Stiles swallows. “Yeah. Yeah, I know, Scotty.”
“But it’s worth it,” Kira says. She threads her fingers through Scott’s and places a soft kiss on his knuckles. “No amount of time is worth losing you.”
Scott looks at Kira, then looks at Stiles.
He lets Stiles close the door.
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rui31 · 4 years
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Alpha Stiles Part 3
An update because @superfamilylove reminded me I was writing this before my masters killed my writing inspo.
I’ll try to finish this as I actually really enjoy it. Just a note; I never watched Teen Wolf passed Allison dying because FUCK THAT NOISE. So I cannot reference any of what happened afterward cuz I have no idea and I don’t know any of the character, ie Ethan and Theo?, so don’t expect them in here.
ONWARDS INTO MY BOYLOVE MADNESS
Derek spends the rest of the day in relative peace, he wanders the town until he finds the local garage. He gets hired on the spot by some harried looking kid, rambling that the regular mechanic was on mat leave and the cars we’re starting to pile up and he didn’t know shit about engines and brake mechanics and....
“What the hell even is this thing?” he asks, flailing a piece of machinery between the two of them
“The transmission,” Derek answers hesitantly, not sure if this kid is seriously like this or pulling his leg.
“Not to mention Jackson had to bring in his car for an oil change and OFCOURSE it’s the newest Ferrari, because his father bought it for him as a graduation gift. Not saying I’m jealous, but dude...” the guy ends with some gurgling noises and flops back on the desk chair, banging his head on the table softly. “Ryma will serve me my ass if I lose him as a client.”
“I can work today if you need,” Derek offers, slightly off kilter by how the guy is acting.
“You serious?” he demands. “oh my god that’s great, super great.  Dan should be coming in any time now, but Dan is old and he forgets things. He’s reliable and knows a shit ton of stuff, but I would not have him near my car.”
“So.... should I get started?” Derek asks instead of trying to discern what this kid, who’s obviously on some sort of drug, is saying.
“Yeah, sure. Let me show you around. Names Louis by the way,” and the guy, Louis, is grabbing some keys off the wall and opening the back door.
           He works on that kids, Jackson?, car first. He’s half impressed with the car also but still feels like it could never match up to his Camaro. Dan comes in around the same time he’s done, giving him a nod and walking over to another car.  They don’t really speak as they work, Dan turns on the little radio and plays some old blues music, the melodies smoothing over the jarring sounds of the electric drills and sander.
Derek turns to work on a hunkered old jeep that’s painted an obnoxious lime green next. He’s changing out the old brakes when Louis drops off some Chinese for him and Dan. The guy chats him up a bit, gushing about his girlfriend and complaining about the office work still left for him to do.
           He cleans up after the three of them, picking up the white delivery boxes and chopsticks. Derek is grateful for the food and the companionship, though he probably didn’t show it what with his face in a half frown as he fought with the jeeps old screws.
           Derek is shooed out of the garage at 8, Louis fixing up his shaggy brown hair behind his ears and his cheeks a dusty pink from excitement is rambling with nerves about his hot date. Dan pats the both of them firmly on the shoulder after lighting up a cigarette. He sets off on a slow pace into the dark and Derek doesn’t comment on the fact he hadn’t heard the man speak all day. He goes back to his own car after seeing Louis slide into a car with a curly haired girl with glasses.
           He’s back at the motel room, exhausted and fully dressed, staring at his bed and, instead of falling into it and sleeping like a normal person, he’s fighting with the anxiety that’s kicking in. Panic seeps into him and he sits on the chair in the corner of the room, cradling his forehead in his hands as he takes deep and even breaths. Meeting the alpha and getting the job still hadn’t erased the feeling of dread and engulfing loneliness. His instincts are screaming at him to stay awake, stay on guard, knowing hunters are nearby and being without his pack.
           He falls into some sort of meditation, keeping his eyes closed, he lets everything fall back to hear and smell, letting the rest of his mind rest. He comes to when there’s a knock at his door, he’s half jolting in panic when he realizes its Stiles and, by the time he opens the door, he’s back in control.
“Yooo, so I came to see you. Heard you got a job at Ryma’s place,” he grins at Derek. “You look like shit man. Did you sleep?”
“No,” Derek answers, his voice hoarse and dry.  He swallows thickly and turns back into the room, keeping the door open so Stiles can follow him in.
“You staying here?” he asks incredulously, sitting up on the coffee table.    
           Derek grunts his response as he wanders over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He walks back into the room, wiping his mouth with the small hand towel and Stiles is squinting around the room and back at Derek. He feels his heart race for a second but chalks it off to the lack of sleep before walking over to his luggage and pulling out a spare shirt.
           There’s a shift in the room and Derek looks over his bare shoulder at Stiles, who’s twitching on the table and coughing.
“Nice tattoo,” he says to fill the silence. “What is it?”
“A triskelion,” Derek answers.
“Cool, how did you keep it there? I mean, Scott wanted to get one a couple of years ago but it faded/healed in like a day,” Stiles rambles and Derek cocks his head at him.
“You need to use fire.”
“Fire great so?”
“A blowtorch in my case and very steady hands,” Derek smirks and Stiles sighs.
“Ofcourse,” there’s silence as Derek throws his dirty laundry in the growing pile.
“Sooo....” Stiles fills in, jumping off all fluid and he’s suddenly in Derek’s space. “I know I said you’d have to speak to Scott and all, but he’s not going to be back for another couple of months. And you can’t keep living here. I’m pretty sure we exorcised a ghost at this place in highschool.”
“I’m going to find a place,” Derek tells him, his eyebrows scrunching down in confusion.
“And also are you sure you’re related to Peter because that guy was crazy and you’re...”
“Not?” Derek offers.
“Broody and you have that whole tall, dark and mysterious thing going for you,” Stiles says instead.
“I can rip your throat out with my teeth,” Derek replies, looking at Stiles sideways and the alpha breaks out into chuckles.
“Come on, you’ve met the ladies. I have some of the guys meeting us for breakfast. You don’t have work yet right?” he asks and Derek shrugs, grabbing his jacket and his wallet as they leave the room.
“Cool because Isaac has been hounding me with questions and Boyd has just been staring at me all amused and I just can’t handle them anymore.”
“It’s been a day since I got here,” Derek says and Stiles groans.
“I know right? But Scott knows how to deal with Isaac and I’m just floundering around with him,” he sighs and Derek stops his hand as it wanders over to pat him on the shoulder.
           They walk into the same diner and the waitress, Tara he remembered, is walking towards him with a warm hello honey and a smile that Derek matches without even thinking about it. She guides them over to a booth when he says others will be joining them and looks over at Stiles when the guy doesn’t say anything.
“You smiled,” he says at last and Derek barely looks up from where he’s flipping through the menu.
“I do that sometimes yes,” and he’s trying not to think about how tired he feels right now, how warm and safe in the presence of this kid, that the words on the menu are blurring together.
           He sighs heavily and looks up at Stiles when the guy remains quiet.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks and Derek smiles weakly, or tries anyways, he doesn’t know if his lips quirk up or not.
“Just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well,’ he responds.
“Why?” Stiles inquires. “I mean, I know what happened with the fire. Peter told us everything and it was basically why most of us got turned but...he killed Kate right and...”
“I’m an omega,” Derek explains, sipping his coffee when Tara brings their drinks without even asking. “Which means I don’t have the comfort of a pack as you do. You feel their presence so you know you’re safe because they’re close enough to be there if you’re in trouble. The last time I was here, my house had just burned down killing my parents and a couple of my cousins. My uncle ordered my sisters and I to leave, basically kicking us out of the pack. The place was swarming with hunters and wannabe hunters itching to put a bullet in our skulls at any sign of aggression. We barely made it out here in one piece and being back here after all this time,” Derek sighs again, grasping the cup tighter so the heat of the coffee could burn into his palms, the pain helping him focus as his eyes glow in the already bright room. “Everything has changed and yet, some things are the same. This place, the vet, it’s like there are two realities fighting in my head right now. The one I’m in and the one I left behind. The lack of sleep isn’t really helping either.”
“I can tell, those were a lot of words for guy who barely spoke the day before and dashed out of my presence,” Stiles says and Derek grins up tiredly.
“Yo Stiles,” a guy says, standing at the table. “Did you order yet?”
“Nah, Isaac this is Derek. Derek Isaac.” Stiles introduces and then there’s another guy slipping into the booth next to Derek. “That’s Boyd.”
           He nods to both and he’s suddenly more awake than before, Isaac and Stiles are arguing about breakfast foods and Boyd is silently texting on his phone, sometimes eyeing Derek sideways.
“Erica says hi,” he says suddenly and Derek fumbles out a greeting when Tara is back, taking their orders in stride and waltzing away.
“So Kira was right, he’s not like Peter at all,” Isaac says when she’s out of earshot. “I mean he doesn’t even have the crazy eyes, he just looks sad.”
“Isaac,” Stiles groans.
“No but seriously, I mean Chris said not to judge but Peter was a psychopath,” he continues undeterred. “Just wondering if it was hereditary.”
“Chris?” Derek asks and Stiles reaches over to grab Isaac, but the guy either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
“Yeah, Argent?” he replies, shrugging off Stiles’ hand. “Allison’s father.”
“His girlfriend,” Boyd supplies helpfully, barely looking up from his phone.
“I’m going to kill you all,” Stiles growls, turning to look at Derek worryingly as his face shuts down.
“I knew they were still here,” Derek says and Stiles smiles tightly.
“They’re not Kate,” he supplies but Derek wants out, wants to leave because everything in him is screaming and he’s barely keeping it together.
           Boyd’s hand on his shoulder is a shock, Stiles, reaching over the table, holding unto his wrists right above where he’s clenching his hands, they’re both solid presences that give him something to center himself but he’s still shaken.
“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Stiles says and Boyd grunts in agreement.
“Why are we promising this?” Isaac asks, leaning back on the booth with his arms crossed. “Peter turned most of us, he tried to kill ALL of us, we don’t owe his nephew anything.”
“We owe him common decency,” Stiles snaps back and his eyes flash a quick red. “No one should be judged by what their families have done, you should know that best of all Isaac.”
           There’s silence and the curly haired boy frowns; the food comes at that point, breaking the silence temporarily. Tara frowns at Derek and asks if he’s alright, she doesn’t seem pleased with his quick shrug and walks away, glaring back over her shoulder at the other boys.
“Stiles mentioned you’re staying at that dingy motel,” Boyd says around a mouthful of waffles.
           Derek, focusing on his plate of eggs, grunts in response.
“I know a place, it’s not too expensive and it’s got some personality if you’re into that kind of thing,” Boyd continues and Derek stares at him sideways, still poking at the eggs.
“Eat Derek,” Stiles commands and he barely has it in him to snap back, so instead he shoves a forkful of runny eggs unto a piece of toast and then his mouth.
“Oh you mean the place Danny had that rave once?” Isaac comments, pouring a hefty amount of syrup on his pancakes.
           Stiles sighs again and turns a pleading look to Boyd.
“Yeah, it was nice,” he says instead.
“Well it held our whole grade plus most of our upper class men,” Isaac adds.
“Look can we not have the selling point of that place being that we went there for a rave like 8 years ago?” Stiles pleads.
“We can bring you there when we’re done,” Boyd supplies and Derek nods in agreement, mostly because if that place could hold a rave then it could definitely hold himself & his sisters comfortably.
           Turns out the place, when it’s not packing, is a pretty low-key apartment with an almost industrial style with its spirally metal staircase and brick walls. Derek likes it, likes the tall windows and the high ceilings, and when it turns out to cost less that his dingy apartment in New York, he doesn’t stop himself from signing the lease. His landlord is almost crying in gratitude when Derek hands him the cheque.
           The guys help him pack up his meager possessions and drop them off, but Derek has work and he’s almost grateful to leave the presence of the three guys. Not because any of them are being particularly strenuous in their interactions with him, but because he can’t handle being around people anymore.
           When he gets back home that night, he phones his sisters to tell them he got a place and tries his best to describe it as best as possible when he can’t send over some pictures. Laura sounds concerned and Cora wants him out when she finds out the Argents are still there. The three stay on the phone for a while and Derek tries his best to console the two through the distance.
           The place is barren and he’s left to curl up against a wall, facing the doorway, and his phone cradled in his hands. The place smells of the guys, of Stiles and Derek doesn’t know if it’s because of that, but he nods off.
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wammbam · 4 years
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Songs That Remind Me Of Teen Wolf Storylines
 “Let Me Down” - Oliver Tree | https://youtu.be/FxG-7AsbjeI
The whole song reminds me of Stiles’ character arc in the show. The verses really give an insight into the underlying feelings Stiles has about his abilities and how relates to Scott in particular. The first verse talks about how the person the song is directed at isn’t around and tends to make decisions that benefit themselves instead of the singer. Despite of this, the line “I’ll save you too next time around” clearly indicated that the singer still cares about the other person and will sacrifice for them. 
Over the seasons, especially in 5a and 5b, Stiles and Scott are pushed apart by lies and secrets. Scott starts to become untrustworthy of Stiles after weeks of Theo manipulating him, but Stiles is still trying to do what is best for the pack and ultimately Scott. But it develops into Scott leaving Stiles in the rain outside of the animal clinic and the animosity Stiles holds for Scott while the Sheriff is in the hospital. (The scene where Scott shows up and Stiles decks him is really telling how much Stiles has lost faith in Scotts ability to tell right from wrong and how angry he is at himself for trusting Scott while Theo has his claws in him)
The whole second verse really makes me think that its Stiles talking to himself. “It’s still the same old shit” and “stop putting up with it” are really similar to how Stiles sometimes feels about his place in the pack. This verse could also relate to how the Nogitsune has effected Stiles in later seasons. Theo came to town with the intention of getting at the dark sides of the pack, specifically to the dark side of Stiles through the Nogitsune. He uses the Donavan incident to worm his way between Scott and Stiles and almost convinces Stiles that he and the Nogitsune aren’t really that different and the reason Stiles did was he did was because he really is a bad person. Of course this really does a number on Stiles mental health in general and causes him to lose trust in himself and makes him grapple with his own morality. (The gray area of his morality and value system is really called into question during Scott and Stiles fight at the animal clinic and the hospital scene. Also when the Jeep breaks down and he just chucks the wrench at the windshield.) 
The whole song really shines a spot light on how Stiles relates to the pack and what ultimately gets him out of Beacon Hills and to explore the world outside of his fractured home life. 
“Hurt” - Oliver Tree | https://youtu.be/x-qvuB2clYw
As soon as I heard this song I immediately thought of Jackson and his time in season 2. He’s a really fractured person in general. He has no sense of self because of his dead parents and absent adopted parents. He feels the need to be the best to prove that he’s worth something to himself. Without being the best, Jackson feels worthless and ends up lashing out wither physically or emotionally.
The opening lines basically encompass what Jackson thinks throughout this season. 
“My day will come, I gave too much / I sold my soul, I’m waiting for my pay in full / My only one, your dying love, i’ve seen enough”
He feels so guarded that when he actually cares about something, he gets defensive and lashes out. He knows he does this and is scared of getting whats coming to him that he does everything he can to be ahead of everyone on his life. 
The chorus is deals with how he views his life. He tries so hard to be the best but at the end of the day he’s still co-captain and is left with a failed bite. His efforts to prove himself are futile as he realizes that he’s really fucked up in his decisions and he’s hurting people he cares about.  
“I tried, but i don’t think so / Maybe it was me who was fucking up / I gave all I could give, but / It seems like it never really was enough” It like his inner monologue through the second half of the season when the kanima is talking over and he’s hurting people. 
The first verse is made up of self deprecating inner thoughts that really show how Jacksons macho perfect persona is really a disguise for how low he really thinks of himself. He realizes that his shitty personality is really fucking up his life and is pushing people away so he really is alone. After he breaks up with Lydia and see’s how hurt she really is, he begins to realizes that who he’s made himself to be isn’t really what he wants.
The second verse relates to both sets of his parents. He’s been haunted by the death of his birth parents his whole life and feels neglected by his adopted parents. Jackson believes that if he ignores both sets, that he wont turn into either of them and get what he truly deserves. So every decision to push people away to because he doesn’t feel like he deserves their love or that their love isn’t good enough for him. He thinks the world is either going to destroy what he’s created or that everyone is going to bend to will.
However what really gets me is the pre-chorus. It’s basically his death scene in the finale. When Lydia gives him back the key and he tries to ask if she still loves him, he’s really trying to see if someone really cares about him despite all the shit he’s put her through. I mean, he killed a dozen people throughout the season and the only one he cares about enough to truly care what they think of him is Lydia. He just wants her to care about him and he feels too bad about what he’s done to her that in his finale moments, the bite realizes that he’s not a total dick and gives him the transformation he really wanted. Lydia showing Jackson that he’s worthy of love and care gave Jackson enough hope that the kanima was destroyed.
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lydias--stiles · 7 years
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Thoughts whilst watching 6x12
- I actually feel sorry for Theo. He has no one. He came back from the dead, was forced to help the pack, bonded with Liam, but then got neglected again. He does have a really fancy Jeep so idk how that worked out but okay.  - It’s the spiders again. Rats, bugs in wolves, spiders. Odd.  - Can someone try out Scott’s number and see what happens?  - Hunters?  - Oh, come on why you gotta shoot him? he just pulled a spider out of his back. - I wonder why Scott hallucinated. It has, as far as I remember, never happened before. Was it the shock that the bullet was Argent’s, thinking he’s killing the supernatural again with stronger, more dangerous weapons? Perhaps. Or it has something to do with the aftermath of the Wild Hunt. Liam can’t control himself sometimes, and Scott wolfed out in front of an entire squad of police officers.  - The Sheriff is just not impressed anymore lol. Like “wop, there I go again, attacked by something I don’t know the name of.”  - Also why is Malia running behind him? For Lydia, it’s logical, but Malia is a were-coyote. Use that super speed girl.  - Ugh, why are they all so pretty?  - Pack feels in the car ayyye.  - Liam and Mason are so cute, it’s all just parallels of Stiles and Scott.  - Those kids are so cute. I remember being hopeful in Freshmen Year that highschool would be awesome and full of dreams. (Spoiler Alert: it is filled with homework and tears) - “Go lacrosse!” “yay sports” I CAN’T XD - Bitch if he doesn’t make an appointment than you can’t force him.  - “Opportunities Multiply as They Are Seized.” True.  - lol and then Mason happily walking in nearly fangirling over his favourite peot or something.  - that knife though. threat from the argent’s?  - aw come on, why do the black people always get hurt here. First the black orderly, now him. He’s just fourteen, leave him alone.  - Thank the Gods that Parrish is finally useful. You were shit in season five and 6A. Thank the Gods for making him go and not Lydia.  - I want Lydia’s top.  - Please, Scott should’ve known from the beginning the passport was Allison. His own passport for everything in sophomore year was Allison.  - Oh and thank you Teen Wolf for not forgetting one of your greatest characters. Allison Argent will be forever missed. I really, fucking miss her.  - Malia’s humour is on point btw.  - So the name of the dead hellhound is Halwyn. Halwyn Hellhound, nice to meet you.  - So the white haired dude is a doctor ohhhhh. - bitch even if you do lock him up Parrish can still burn down the gate he’s literal fire.  - BRETT - Wait since when does Corey play lacrosse? And do girls still play in the team? Because you had Kira and then later on Gwen in 6A. Now it seems like there are none. CONSISTENCY, TEEN WOLF! - Liam hold your wolf in, please.  - Aye it’s that relative of Brett that I always forget the name of. No hard feelings, girlie.  - Keep it in, Liam.  - “That’s the IED I remember.” dude. not cool. wait, doesn’t Brett know that Liam is a werewolf? Isn’t Brett one himself? Or did I just read that in fanfiction? I’m so confused.  - oh yeah he knows nevermind.  - fuck he’s hot - well hello Samarah from The Ring.  - oh wait fuck is everyone dead?  - ah, a doctor is evil. what a surprise.  - Come on, Liam. Don’t lose it. Also, where is the black freshman?  - ayyyye Argent please don’t be the bad guy, thank you.  - he’s so not impressed I love him. Him and Melissa are also, clealry, not together, so why did they kiss in 6A if it had no meaning?  - Oh, Malia.  - “Bitch you think im getting out there? hell no.” MALIA I LOVE HER THIS SEASON SHELLEY IS DOING A WONDERFUL JOB.  - For a man like Argent, it’s odd he even used “Allison”, as hackers often opt first for things that are familiar to the ones they are wanting to hack. Like family names, pets, dates, et cetera.  - Fuck, man, he’s also part human. You’re a murderer. Well, he’s a hunter, actually. Now it’s just not an organised party, everyone is just killing. It’s basically season 4 only without the money.  - wop, guess Jordan will go in hibernation then.  - This woman fucking stayed at school for hours just to give him back that ball and threathen him or something. Jesus get a life.  - oh fuck you. using wolfsbane is a dick move. - Lydia fucking register for MIT odwn throw that away please. You have a little less than two hours so do something.  - I love her ring. Very minimalistic. (gets sudden thoughts of married stydia and starts crying. trash ophelia has arrived) - oh my God, Lydia, how much has Stiles influenced you. Like “Woopsie she caught me just pretend you’re really interested in this pack of post its yep totally not suspicious yep perfect perfect plan amazing awesome.” - Also her banshee powers are on point.  - Bitch he has never even terrified anyone. You have nothing to him personally but you’re acting like he did.  - oh sure just stick a pole in his body.  - “That’s incredible”, oh so now she’s a sadist, great.  - oh cry cry you bitch be fucking afraid. what a dumb bitch.  - no no no don’t go to the counsellor - How did Liam not smell blood? Or just the stench of a body? Anyway, good job Mason.  - Holy fucking shit. I get why the call it the most gory season yet. I’m fascinated though.  - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LYDIA STAY AWAY sTILES WOULD MURDER EVERYONE IF HE KNEW lYDIA WENT I ALONE;  - Her booties... I want them.  - nononononono don’t lock Lydia up, please let her go she doesn’t deserve this.  - great she’s probabaly having some sort of PTSD attack. great great great. -_- - LYDIA - Even though I’m still against Lydia being there, her having her warrior “overcoming fears” Mulan-esque moment is so badass and inspiring. I’m here for it.  - But you can’t just kill a hellhound. It should be a special kind of bullet. So, if the doctor puts a bullet against Parrish’ head, it shouldn’t kill him. Something’s off.  - YESSS LYDIA - Even though I don’t ship Parrish and Lydia, it’s like now they’re even. he saved her in Eichen, now she saved him. It’s cool :) - “I’m worried about you”, and in that moment, the whole scolia fandom died.  - Scott’s look though, I’m even shipping it. He’s probably thinking of kissing her and then snaps out of it.  - “cutesy looking down afraid of admitting feelings that have been developing since 3B” trope. - Scott’s smile - Yep. This is exactly how Stydia has been built up and I like it. I like Scolia. I’m here for it. -  awww, bonding over almost being killed many times. cute. -  cockblock!Argent - okay even I fangirled over that “Scott is looking while she isn’t”-look. That’s a parallel to this right here motherfuckers
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- oh no they found the boy - wait, what was the flesh thing then?  - Wait but Liam hasn’t done anything to the pupils. Or have I forgotten something?  - oh fucking hell Gerard.  - ah, so Gerard is going to recruit a new batch of hunters, as the Argent’s basically stopped. 
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stydiamccall · 7 years
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I feel so numb right now, so empty to think Teen Wolf, a show with great, incredible impact on me is actually ending. I have to be honest here, I didn't watch this show from the very beginning. I binged it, fell inlove with it and started watching it live from season 5a. That's when I created this blog (summer 2015) Teen wolf has felt almost like this alternate universe for me, it helps me escape from "all the bullshit in this world" like my I wrote in my description. I've never been in a fandom so welcoming and warm like this one. Its like I've been searching long and hard all my life and now I've finally found where it feels like home. It feels like I've been here from the very beginning. Nothing has ever felt so fuzzy and good except for when i watch teen wolf. I know many teen wolf bloggers are in their 20s or older, I'm still young. And I just started high school last year. I go to an arts school, so I literally started fresh, I had non of my old elementary friends. And I'm a pretty shy person if I'm all alone like that, so I didn't make many friends. I still don't have many friends at the school. I remember throughout my classes, while people would be chatting it up already having their friend groups formed. I'd be on tumblr looking at cool new teen wolf edits, reading headcanons, making my own theories, talking to mutuals. And it literally saved me from feeling alone. And i am so incredibly greatful for the friends I've made. And im greatful for all the amazing mutuals i have because reading their positive tags on my posts and edits makes me feel so happy and really boosts my confidence. Because honestly I always degrade myself, and it's kind of a habit. But it's amazing how passionate I and others can feel over a TV show. And Stiles and Lydia. They're a complete whole other story. They have set my standards way to high for relationships that I actually feel terrible for whoever dates me. I'm so inlove with their love, that every emotion they feel on screen, I feel it for them off. And I still remember watching 5x16 live and how I couldn't sleep until 3 am, still freaking out that they actually cuddled in the jeep, that stiles actually brought her back to life, that she smiled and held his hand like that, that she finally said "Stiles saved me"... honestly I've never felt happier to fail a test the next morning. I'm so thankful for having teen wolf in my life, for being able to talk and fan girl about it with others. And in a way I kind of feel a little prepared for what's to come in my life. Obviously I'm not gonna get bit and turn into a werewolf, but I'm gonna make my own mark, make a journey, have a story to tell, just like them. Because ironically enough I'm a sophomore in high school right now, and that's where all of these great characters started. It feels like I will never feel the same way about another TV show again. And I'm still going to continue this blog. I'm still going to create new headcanons, gifs and reblog the same old scenes. Because Teen Wolf holds a special place in my heart, and it will always remain there.
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i-sveikata · 7 years
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Gabby liveblogs the new teen wolf ep
i mean technically it’s not liveblogging since I’m in australia and the delay obvs but here we go guys prepare for death:
-lololololololo the fuck they always gotta start it at the school cause they cant afford another set anymore
-whut scott is the assistant coach???!!!!!
-omg hayden left?????? why do they literally just remove all of their female characters with nonsense explanations??? hello kira???? havent seen her in a while. do females not exist in beacon hills?? apparently even being a love interest isn’t a good enough reason to keep the gals around anymore dear god.
-’you want my whistle? who gave you a whistle???’ omfg coach finstock is the best
-the fuck was that supposed to be a wolf on the field or a coyote??? or malia???? legit can’t even tell, oh nvmind scott and liam followed it into the woods found a pack of dead wolves with weird bugs that are crawling out of their eyes, naturally.
-malia heading out to paris and not wanting to help anyone with the problem is goals. but you know there are other ways to write female characters without making their only interest being climbing dick you know, we can have depth.
-liam and scott bonding, lol, they cute and feels, scotty all worried he’s losing control, making him repeat the werewolf mantra dear god this is dorky. giving it instrumental impressive music wont change that friends.
-lol, ‘i got ducktape’ this is me.
-oh goody more mental asylum stuff and weird frozen mummified rock shit, is this a throwback to pompeii or what?
-yeah touch the petrified ashy human corpse thing, that’s a great idea obvs like what is even happening right now.
-of course some dude exploded out of it, why are we even surprised people? oh that’s right we’re not. wait who the fuck is that? no wait, i can guess, it’s another mediocre white guy.
-’i like latin’ liam you dork, oh poor kid ‘this has been a really hard year for me’ ‘if you want to talk about your girlfriend guidance hours are posted’ damn girl that’s brutal.
-interesting that all the youngins are getting a senior registration and applying to colleges scenes talking about their futures at school but for the veteran characters we barely got a sentence about it.
-’you can see me right’ omg lol corey are you having some visibility issues.
-who wants to guess this new college guidance lady is probably not human- lol the music just changed and went all sinister like bruh we already got this, literally every new character we meet ends up being evil like cmon.
-who the fuck is this nolan kid- yet another mediocre white boy!!!!!- are they going for the olympics in white boys what is this shit- oh god she wants to talk about the animal attack on the field.
-lol him being like ‘that was no animal’ jesus fucking christ honestly am i in deja vu land are we just repeating tired drama from the first season now.
-liam how do you not know what a scarab is????? have you not seen the mummy what kind of kid are you??
-haha that girl screaming ‘why does this keep happening to our school’ when all the rats show up is the real shit.
-mediocre other mummy white boy appears in the classroom, stares a bit and tries to look interesting and then leaves. wow lifechanging moment.
-naturally liam and mason end up in the pipes again, because where else would teen wolf film things that happen.
-lydia making a bestiary yeah girl. Her mama isn’t being very smart saying no to that- who’s guess is it she dies almost immediately??? yeah girl leave that paperwork in mamas desk. 
-scott trying out his weird electrocution kink with his mum, i am uncomfortable, but also teaching her the ways of electrocution is vaguely sweet.
-mama mccall gonna cover all the werewolf shit when scott is gone i love it. family bonding stuff yeaaaaaahh. oh shit she electrocuted him whilst hugging. family fun times.
-’i held the button, didn’t I?’ ‘you held the buttton’ BEST
-rat king ew is that what they said. gross. lol malia making liam smell the gross dead rat.
-REROUTED. malia is determined to get on a plane to get that french dick apparently.
-how the fuck did mummy white guy end up in the sheriff station???? do the deputies no longer exist?? wheres papa stilinski???
-parrish on the creepy white dude, all is well apparently.
-liam and mason bringing mama mccall a nice dead rat. bring her dinner you sick bastards.
-the fuck??? hallways in flames, parrish meeting another possible hellhound??? what is trying to be said here, fucked if i know.
-weird white guy has some kind of blood kink, sniffing all the injured people in the hospital because of reasons.
-idiot dudes punched liam in the face and he lost his shit. some mantra kid. use the werewolf force. freaky white mummy guy looming in the hallway behind him, cue demon suspense music while he chases for liam now in a closing elevator.
-ANDDDDDD the door closes before mummy white dude can get to him. shocker. i am on the edge of my seat with surprise and  anguish obvs
-lydia showing up to get scott? i thought in the last ep stiles said hed be driving down to campus with lydia together???? does that mean she did and came back for some reason?? or stiles miraculously teleported there on his own. wow i love continuity. good thing im watching teen wolf huh.
-all the lights go out, because its lydia this is teen wolf and EVERYTHING MUST BE DARK AND HARD TO SEE AT ALL TIMES.
-phones ringing are always the most suspenseful thing to happen to me as well, love hearing that dialtone and having a wind machine suddenly blowing hair out of my face before appearing back in... wow you guessed it- the school!!!
-ohhhhhh spideyweb time. love it. gotta touched those creepy webs because otherwise what else could lydias banshee powers possibly do. lots of screaming. love that. was that gunfire? idk here this is stupid. 
-ah yes, lydia miraculously finds the perfect bit of web to touch because of unexplainable reasons.’ YOU LET IT OUT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RIDE WITH THE HUNT FOREVER’ k thanks im hanging up the web now byeeeeeee.
-how does nobody lock the fucking school doors at this point. parrish and mummy white dude just walked straight in.
-’what are you?’ ‘you know what i am im the same as you’ lololololololololl this is gonna be some weird hellhound pissing contest.
-’something you let out, something that needs to be stopped’ oh goody something new an differernt for us. so innovative.
-ah yes, the pissing contest begins. or fire contest i guess? idk?/ and oh hey the guidance counsellor lady was not as she seemed!!! wow, i never would have seen that coming in my life. thanks
-hey guys when you take away the fire, it’s just two shirtless dudes homoerotically wrestling with each other.
-oh well time for parrish to sleep it off,
-’if the wild hunt couldn’t keep you nothing can’ this is literally sounds like the fucked up adage ‘if i cant have you no one can’ and i am uncomfortable.
-oh boy white mummy guy isn’t after liam- i could never have guess that would happen.
-’it must be stopped nothing else matters’ wow, no, because here I was thinking just let the monster run free and kill people and pile up bodies and stuff. isnt that what teen wolf is about.
-OMG SCOTT GOT INTO THE JEEP  AND FOUND A ‘BE GENTLE’ LETTER FROM STILES THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EP I SWEAR
-what the fuck lydia, popping your ass up in the middle of the headlights like some kind of ghost haunting, ‘we cantt leave’ bruh you need to chill. 
-of course they need some scene with mason giving liam a pep talk like hes the most important character in this show, yeah id totally believe that. hey heres an idea instead of making it about comforting him for losing his girlfriend, how bout you dont write his girlfriend out, there i fixed it.
-malia’s flight no longer delayed!!! haha that squeal of excitement, omg she yelled ‘Oui Oui’ i gotchu girl leave this hellhole while you can.
-opp and heres scott and lydia out to ruin her fun. ofc.
-”no, no nonononono  no, its just rats and wolves- and maybe a little bug problem’ see shes got the spirit. let her get french dick in peace. but also, how the fuck are they gonna explain her and scott hooking up in the future because idk what a fucking ride.
-goes to the window instead because her friends are trying to cockblock her- shes DETERMINED PPL U CANT STOP THE DICK.
-lol scott steps aside and then lydia moves into malias way MY GOD before scott pulls her back out, fuckin i cannot.
-two seconds of disappointed looks but cmon guys lets not pretend that malias an independent person who can make decisions outside of the group- aaaannnnnn shes back. wow. quelle surprise.
-but hey at least she hit scott in the face with her bag, get it girl.
-injured white mummy hellhound staggering through the woods then shift to lydia, malia and scott in the car ‘we opened a door to another world and something came out with us’ THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT FOR SEASON 3? 4? THE ONE WITH THE NOGITSUNE CMON PPL.
-of course guidance counsellor college lady is gonna kill white mummy hellhound boy. i support her.
-’what kind of price a big price?” ‘big’ wow, A+ dialogue here, someone give them an emmy for this shit.
-oh no guidance counsellor lady in trouble. bu t of course when push comes to shove, shoot white mummy hellhound boy in the head. but white guy actually died for once???? props. lets see how long hell stay dead before theres a reason that makes no sense to bring him back. cough cough theo.
-two seconds later cause apparently thats enough time for her to escape without the Gang sans stiles noticing. even though two of them have increased hearing and sense of smell?!!!??!! because it wouldnt be teen wolf otherwise.
-lydia ‘i thought you couldnt kill a hellhound’ WHEN WAS THAT EVER SAID??? I LITERALLY DO NOT REMEMBER THAT BEING STATED???
-scott, picking up the bullet casing which apparently killed an unkillable hellhound but hes just so good its not an issue. oh hey, is that a fleur de lis?
-’argent’ ooooooooohhh more suspense. dont think i can take it.
-’the sound of someone who’s never lifted a hand against a human being’ you can says shes a hunter lydia, her trunk was full of murdery shit we get it.
-also whats with teen wolfs repetitive need to make girls have an emotional distressing response to something before they go all ‘i kill you, ill kill everyone, ill kill myself idgaf’ and their expression goes all Tough Girl. like cmon. u realise girls dont all react the same way to the same things right?
-but hey props to guidance lady for not dying, though i mean she’s a girl and shes not white so lets assume her chances arent strong for future eps.
-lol all three of them sitting on scotts bed together. is it just me or should they all just make out, im just saying.
-’can we say we forgot?’ omg lydia PHRASING, u literally forgot stiles barely a few eps ago, dont crush him already.
-’we almost lost him last time’ i just love how the girls have all the emotional lines and scott just gets to sit there a nod like stiles hasnt been his best friend for years and years. but apparently connection on teen wolf means only if you want to fuck each other since scott magically forgot stiles without much effort and the entire season was about lydia getting him back even though they literally werent even dating and theyd given no indication shed even liked him when he was taken. but suddenly shes magically interested in him and the connection with scott, his best fucking friend for life somehow wasnt strong enough and I AM SALTY.
-malia- ’if this turns out to be somthing big and we don’t call him-’ ‘he would kill us’ hey look Scott got to say something accurate about his best friend, yay!
-’you guys didn’t hear his voice, he was really excited to be there’ aww scott, but seriously you asshole writers are still telling me their connection wasn’t enough for scott to bring him back? for shame.
-’lets just play the voicemail’ lol here comes the swelling emotional music.
-but seriously fuck you guys, heres stiles telling scott to leave beacon hills behind him and that its not his responsibility and not to worry about it and take stiles’ jeep (which we know he loves more than anything) and drive, and the instrumentals are getting really emotional showing stiles at the fbi and youre still trying to tell me that scott wouldnt have remembered his best friend without lydia???? fuck off.
-omg the nerd stopped at the fbi seal and straightened his tie i fucking love it.
-seriously whats with this music??? like stiles just won the damn noble peace prize or something just for showing up. its no wonder ppl think scott isnt the main when the writers give stiles all these storylines and attention, like this is not subtle ppl.
-stiles constantly interrupting the fbi dude in the middle of the presentation gives me life omg.
-’one recent manhunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of north carolina-”
-OFMG LOL ITS DEREK 
-STILES SPAT WATER EVERYWHERE THIS IS GREAT
-are they literally trying to sell that this is current??? like that is clearly season 1 footage of derek what the fuck is happening right now. why cant he just have a vacation for fun, why do the writers have to ruin everything for him but nope, mass hunting derek time ofc,
-the way stiles put his hand over his mouth as if that would cover up the fact that he literally spat water everywhere. smooth stilinski.
-omg the presenter dude look down at the list of names seeing Mieczyslaw Stilinski and legit being like ‘uh... young man’ thats awesome.
-’just got a little excited’ honestly what the fuck teen wolf. you baiting sterek fans or what?
-stiles trying to find out what they’re after him for- ‘Murder’ but what type of murder. “Mass murder’
-suspenseful music AGAIN jesus fucking c h r i s t.
-OMG now they’re just zooming in on dereks tattoo, increasing the music. dude we fucking get it, thats derek hale and you, the writers, fucking hate him. chill.
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