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barbswo · 2 days

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Once upon a time... fairy tales started haunting Beacon Hills.

89k words. Thiam POVs.

A somewhat funny, somewhat awkward, detective-like tale about coming of age, falling in love and figuring your shit out.

Out NOW on ao3.

#thiam fanfic #teen wolf thiam #thiam #thiam fic rec #thiam aesthetic #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teenwolf fanfiction #fairy tale retelling #dark fairytale #fairytale aesthetic #theo and liam #beacon hills #l_t_m

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star-girl-05 · 1 year

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Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

“Scott hates me” you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know it’s not all in your head, Scott hates you.

Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. “Congrats, baby” you mumble against his lips.

He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.

After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldn’t help but listen.

“Is Stiles coming tonight?” you recognized the voice as Lydia.

“No he’s going with Y/n” you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. “This is the third time he’s declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.”

“What’s wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Don’t tell me you're jealous” you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesn’t.

“Of course I’m not jealous I just don’t like her” you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. “Stiles can do so much better than her.” You tuned out the rest of their conversation.

You knew Scott didn’t like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didn’t mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didn’t like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.

Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasn’t too far-fetched.

You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. “Scott doesn’t hate you” he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.

“If Scott asked you to break up with me would you” you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. “Of course not baby” the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.

You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small ‘I love yous’ against your neck. You whisper ‘I love yous’ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every ‘I love you’ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.

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teenwolftalk · 1 year

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The Teen Wolf movie’s lack of context to the Derek & Sheriff Stilinski relationship is a travesty because you know this man helped Derek Hale raise his son.

You can feel the history in their shared frustration over Eli’s fixation with the jeep. You see how easily either of them show up when the other calls for back up. Sheriff didn't hesitate to be the bad cop and threaten Derek’s son so Eli would cut Derek some slack. Stiles’ father was there to help Derek figure out how to be a good parent, I have no doubt he showed up a few times to the house on his days off to babysit. And I know Derek has called the Sheriff at the station over the smallest emergencies. In the process Derek found himself growing fond of Stilinski, even seeing him as a father figure. Surely he enjoyed how much it drove Stiles up the wall when his dad called to talk not about the FBI, but how amazing Derek was doing with Eli. I can almost hear the frustration in Stiles voice as he realizes Derek Hale is trying to replace him, maybe to spite him. Definitely to spite him.

Derek and Argent had an understanding. Derek and Stiles put aside their differences to save each other over and over. But when Derek needed someone, the one man left to protect Beacon Hills stepped in to help the big scary werewolf without hesitation. Sheriff Stilinski never forgot about the young Hale boy who lost everything, even when that boy jeopardized his son’s life. He knew Derek needed a parent to show him the ropes. He also knew how hard it was to raise Stiles as a widowed father, and one look at Eli told him Derek couldn't do this alone, not like he had. Claudia would want her husband to help Derek, to put aside their differences, and be there for each other. And he was there to defend Derek after he was gone, to ensure Eli knew just what kind of father he had. The film’s ending aside, I know Eli wound up in the Sheriff’s care, staying in Stiles’ old bedroom because there was no way that man wasn’t seeing what he started through for Derek’s sake.

This Sterek-adjacent dynamic is everything, and it hurts that we will never get the Hale spin-off these two deserve because, wow the emotional subcontext that carries through those 15 unspoken years is too much.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #derek hale #stiles #teen wolf rewatch #sterek #tyler hoechlin #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #eli hale #sheriff stilinski #beacon hills #fan fiction #theory #this is canon #im sobbing

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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fake dating — isaac lahey x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, cheating, fake relationship — drama

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synopsis: in a world where supernatural beings live in secret alongside humans, your ordinary life takes an unexpected turn when you and isaac decide to spark up a fake relationship to spite scott and allison. however, it takes a turn for the best.

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through the windows of the cozy beacon hills cafe, you found yourself sitting across from isaac lahey, the enigmatic and brooding boy from your high school. the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that seemed to envelop the two of you.

his stormy blue eyes met yours, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. “so, we're really doing this, huh?�� he murmured, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup.

you nodded, a mixture of nerves and determination coursing through you. “yeah, it's crazy, i know. but it might just work.”

the idea had been born out of desperation. you had watched scott and allison's friendship blossom into something beautiful, something you'd secretly yearned for with scott. and you knew isaac had felt the same way about allison. so, in a moment of shared frustration, you both hatched a plan to stage a fake relationship, a way to counter the overwhelming presence of scott and allison's romance.

isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. “you know, this could get complicated,” he warned, a hint of caution in his voice.

uou chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “complicated is an understatement, Isaac. but maybe, it could also be the solution we've been looking for.”

and so, with that unspoken agreement, your fake relationship began. little did you know that this charade would lead to unexpected feelings, unexplored connections, and a journey of self-discovery neither of you had anticipated.

a few weeks into your fake relationship, everyone began to take notice of the change in dynamics between you and isaac. one sunny afternoon, as you all gathered at scott's house, stiles couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the two of you.

“so, when did you guys start dating?” he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. the rest of the group turned their attention to you and isaac, curious expressions on their faces.

you exchanged a quick glance with Isaac, your heart racing. you knew that the façade you both had been keeping up was about to face its first real test. isaac cleared his throat, putting on a convincing smile.

“we, uh, didn't really make an official announcement,” he replied, his tone casual. “it just sort of happened.”

stiles raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. “really? because i'm pretty sure we would have noticed if you suddenly became an item.”

uou felt the weight of the group's gaze on you, waiting for an answer. with a nervous chuckle, you leaned in slightly closer to isaac, allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

“yeah, stiles, isaac's right. it kind of just happened,” you chimed in, trying your best to sound genuine. “we've been spending more time together, and things naturally evolved.”

stiles eyed you both suspiciously, but seemed to accept the explanation. “huh, well, i guess congrats are in order then.”

as the day went on, you and Isaac continued to play your parts, though the act felt strangely less like acting and more like reality with every passing moment. the more you pretended to be a couple, the harder it became to differentiate between what was genuine and what wasn't.

a couple of days later, scott and allison approached you with smiles that held a hint of curiosity. “hey, so we heard you guys are a thing now?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

isaac and you exchanged a quick look, a silent understanding passing between you. “yeah, it's true,” he replied, his expression softening as he looked at you. “guess we just clicked.”

scott grinned, giving isaac a playful punch on the shoulder. “well, it's about time! you guys make a cute couple.”

allison nodded in agreement, her smile warm. “definitely. and you know what? we should all go on a double date sometime. what do you think?”

your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at Isaac. he met your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and realization. it was a curveball you hadn't anticipated, but there was no turning back now.

“sure, that sounds like fun,” you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your chest.

you couldn't help but groan in annoyance as you attempted to zip up the gorgeous, tight black dress you had on. isaac was sitting at the foot of your bed, watching with furrowed eyebrows in a playfully judgemental way. “trying to impress mccall?” he teased, a smile on his face. you shot him a glare

“the plan isn't working, jackass,” you snapped at him, struggling with the zipper as you pulled upwards with all your might. “besides, i assume the cologne you're wearing isn't just for shits and giggles, huh?” now, it was his turn to shoot you a glare.

isaac's lips quirked up at the corners, amusement dancing in his eyes. “you caught that, huh?” he replied, his tone mockingly innocent.

with a huff, you managed to get the zipper up a couple of inches, but it stubbornly refused to budge any further. frustration gnawed at you, and you realized you might need a bit of assistance.

“isaac,” you sighed, looking at him with a mix of annoyance and desperation. “could you maybe give me a hand here? this dress is conspiring against me.”

he chuckled softly, pushing himself off the bed and sauntering over to where you stood. his fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. “alright, stand still,” he instructed, his voice surprisingly gentle.

as his fingers grazed the exposed skin of your back, a jolt of electricity shot through you. you sucked in a breath, feeling the tension between the two of you intensify. his touch was warm, his fingers deftly working to guide the zipper upwards. each inch he pulled the zipper, your heart seemed to beat faster, the proximity between you both becoming palpable.

“better?” his voice was low and husky, the words a mere whisper against your ear.

you nodded, struggling to find your voice. “yeah, thanks.”

isaac stepped back, his hand lingering on your waist for just a moment longer before he let go. the room was thick with unspoken words, a charged atmosphere that neither of you could ignore. you met his gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling in his stormy blue eyes.

“anytime,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small, almost shy smile.

the night of the double date had arrived, and there you were, seated across from scott and allison in a dimly lit bar. the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and tension, with each of you trying to play your roles convincingly. you shot Isaac a quick glance, finding him seated next to you, engaged in what appeared to be a polite conversation with allison.

“so, isaac, what is it you like to do in your free time?” allison asked, her smile warm as she leaned in slightly.

isaac's lips quirked into a smile, though you could sense a hint of restlessness in his gaze. “oh, you know, the usual stuff. hanging out with friends, reading, being apart of a pack of werewolves,” he replied, his voice casual as he earned some laughs from allison.

as the conversation between isaac and allison continued, you found yourself in a similar situation with scott. the two of you were making small talk, discussing school, training, and everything in between. but just like isaac, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of boredom settling in.

as the minutes turned into what felt like hours, you exchanged a glance with isaac, your eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. there was something unspoken in that shared look—a mutual understanding that this double date was nothing like what you had anticipated. the connection you had both been cultivating, the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface, seemed to be fading away in the presence of scott and allison.

you cleared your throat, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction. “so, scott, any exciting plans for the weekend?” you asked, a forced smile on your face.

scott's eyes lit up as he began talking about his plans to hang out with his friends and maybe catch a movie. as he spoke, you found your attention drifting, your mind wandering to the enigmatic boy seated beside you. you watched isaac, his expression polite but distant, as he exchanged pleasantries with allison.

feeling the need to escape the stifling atmosphere of the bar, you excused yourself under the pretense of getting a drink. your heart felt heavy with the weight of the evening's events, and you hoped that a moment alone would give you a chance to clear your mind. you walked over to the bar and leaned against it, ordering a drink to soothe your frayed nerves.

a little while later, as you stared down at the swirling liquid in your glass, you felt a presence beside you. you turned slightly, not surprised to find isaac standing there, his gaze fixed on the array of bottles behind the bar.

“mind if i join you?” he asked, his voice soft.

you shook your head, offering him a faint smile. “not at all.”

isaac signaled to the bartender and ordered a drink for himself before turning to you. “you looked like you could use some company.”

“thanks,” you replied, taking a sip from your glass. “honestly, i just needed a break from all the...acting.”

isaac's lips quirked into a rueful smile. “tell me about it. allison's nice and all, but i feel like we're running out of things to say.”

you chuckled softly in agreement. “yeah, scott and i were discussing the most mundane things. i never thought a conversation about the weather could be so painful.”

isaac chuckled too, his laughter mixing with the low hum of the bar. “guess our plan didn't exactly go as smoothly as we hoped.”

“no, it definitely didn't,” you admitted, glancing at him with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. “but you know what's even weirder? as boring as this night has been, it kind of made me realize something.”

he arched an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “and what's that?”

you took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. “i actually prefer talking to you.”

isaac's expression softened, his gaze locking onto yours. “really?”

“yeah,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “i mean, it's like we can actually be ourselves around each other, even when we're faking it. does that even make sense?”

isaac's lips curved into a genuine smile, and you could see a spark of something in his eyes. “yeah, it does. it's strange, isn't it? how this whole thing started as a charade, but now i feel like i can be more honest with you than I can with anyone else.”

the honesty in his words tugged at your heart, and you felt a sense of connection that was impossible to ignore.

as the night continued, you decided to engage in some friendly competition, moving over to a corner of the bar where a dartboard was set up. you found yourself standing at the line, a dart in hand, ready to take your shot. scott sidled up next to you with a confident grin.

“careful, (y/n),” he teased, his eyes dancing mischievously. “i've got pretty good aim, you know.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, focusing on the dartboard. “we'll see about that, mccall.”

just as you were about to throw the dart, you heard a dry chuckle from behind you. isaac's voice was laced with sarcasm. “oh, this should be good. the mighty scott mccall taking on the humble game of darts.”

you couldn't help but smirk at Isaac's remark, feeling a surge of camaraderie between the two of you.

ignoring isaac, scott leaned in a bit closer to you, his tone more intimate. “you know, if i win, maybe i'll finally get that real date.”

you couldn't help but laugh, your aim slightly off as you released the dart. it hit the board, but not in the bullseye you had intended. “nice try, mccall. but i think i'll be just fine on my own.”

isaac's voice chimed in again, dripping with sarcasm. “at least you almost hit the board.”

scott narrowed his eyes at him. “got something to say, lahey?”

isaac leaned casually against the bar, a smug grin on his face. “oh, nothing really. just enjoying the show.”

scott picked up a dart, gaze switching between the object and isaac. “alright, let's see if you're as good as you think you are, asshole.”

you watched as he handed isaac the dart. isaac couldn't help but smirk at the challenge, returning scott's gaze as he picked his poison. he turned to face thw board, positioning his hands at a good angle in order to get the best throw possible. scott was praying on his downfall, but your expectations remained high. eventually, fulfilled, as the sharp end stuck itself into the thick material of the wood.

“would you look at that,” isaac murmured, making his way to you as he had been doing for a while. “seems like i'm the one getting a date instead.”

as the night wore on, with the dartboard now a backdrop to your laughter and light-hearted teasing, you couldn't help but feel that maybe this night had turned out to be a success after all—not in terms of the original plan, but in terms of the bonds that had formed, the walls that had crumbled, and the unexpected connection that had taken root between you and isaac.

#teen wolf #tw #isaac lahey #scott mccall #allison argent #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey fluff #beacon hills #stiles stilinski

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nino-rox · 7 months

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ANOMALY PART 1

STILES STILINSKI x MALE READER | O

Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Author’s Note : the car in the picture below is Y/N’s new car

“Y/N, I’m leaving for work. Make sure you don’t get late for school, and drive safe, honey!” You heard your mom say as you packed your back for your first day of school, “Okay, Mom! Have a great day at work,” You responded.

You had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom a day ago because of her new job at a hospital here. The school was about 20 minutes from your house, and you’d only visited once before for admission.

You made your way to the main door, manoeuvring between the still unpacked cartons. Your new house wasn’t particularly big, it was a small 2 Bedroom, 3 Bathroom apartment on the 1st floor. It wasn’t fancy, but you liked how the windows opened into an amazing view of the town.

You sat into your new car; it was by far the thing you were the most excited about, after all… that’s how your mom managed to bribe you when you said you didn’t want to move to some small town and leave Los Angeles. Your new car was a Black 5-seat Volvo XC40 Hybrid. It was as beautiful as they come - the best breaks, sexy design, brand new release, Electric + Gas - And it felt amazing to drive.

With those thoughts in mind, you drove off to school.

Your mom had given you strict instructions that if you got caught skipping school, she would ground you until the next semester and take the keys to the car. As you reached the school, reality began to set in. You were in some faraway town, away from home, away from your only close friend, and didn’t know anyone. But at this point, it was nothing new to you. Your mom was a famous double board-certified general surgeon, and thanks to that title, her job always made her move around the country.

Perhaps this was why you looked down at your new school - Beacon Hills High School - it wasn’t as big, pretty, or well-known as your previous one. Still, on the upside, you had heard interesting stories about the place and how “weird” things kept happening, so you at least hoped you’d run into Bigfoot or something on one of your regular late-night walks. ( A/N: LMAO HE ABOUT TO REGRET THAT- Sorry)

As you parked your car, a chill went up your spine. You really had no idea what to expect. You took in your surroundings as you got down; the grass was long and wild, the buildings were old, and everyone was … well… they didn’t have the same flair as people in LA.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from your best friend that said, “Hey, listen, Y/N, I’m super late for class right now. I wish you all the best for the first day at Beacon Hills. Oh, and don’t be a judgmental bitch, please. It is a town, not LA, but I’m sure you’ll survive. Don’t worry, stay safe and DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR DANGER…also, let me know if there are any hot guys. Maybe I can come over then.”

It was crazy how she basically knew what you were thinking, so you sent her a message saying, “No hot guys in sight … not one,” to which she replied, “STFU and get to class bitch.”

And as you walked towards the school entrance, you decided it was time to start working on becoming a bit more social and meet some friends here… or not, because who cares…right…?

As you locked your car and began walking to the entrance, you saw a blue Jeep parked next to it; it looked pretty banged up as if a lion had scratched it. You just hoped they didn’t accidentally scrape your car.

Two boys were getting out of the jeep. One was tall and athletic, the other an inch shorter and much skinnier. They looked around your age and looked like they were talking about something serious.

You continued walking in. Your first class of the day was AP (advanced placement) Biology. As you walked in, you prayed the teacher wouldn’t make you introduce yourself; you weren’t in the mood… but oh well.

The teacher spoke as you walked in, greeting and asking you to introduce yourself to the class.

“Hey everyone, my name’s Y/N Shepherd. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” You said as you saw a beautiful redhead who later introduced herself as Lydia Martin smile and wave at you, signalling for you to sit with her.

You welcomed the friendly gesture, smiling back and walking over to her before taking a seat.

“So, pretty boy, where are you coming from ?” Lydia asked. “LA, and thanks, you’re quite beautiful yourself,” you said, winking at her, which made her blush slightly.

You were always good at this part, faking a smile, being all friendly, sweet and social when really you never cared.”

Before Lydia could continue interrogating you, the class started.

Over the next hour and a half, the lecture went by.

After the lecture ended, Lydia told you that she would go find out where your locker was. She also gave you some tips on the teachers she thought would be easy and hard and things like that and warned you to not step out too late in the night in Beacon Hills. She mentioned that sometimes people hung out together outside of school and invited you along.

“Thanks! This will definitely help me fit in better,” you smiled.

Lydia smiled and walked off after showing you to your locker. As you began to open your locker, two boys suddenly ran up to you and held the locker door shut. You turned around, ready to rid anyone of the false notion that they could even try to bully you, but your gaze softened a bit when you saw the two boys from the jeep next to your car,

“Heyyy, man, sorry I kinda put some stuff … uh … in there and forgot to take it out last semester. Could you just give us a bit so we can take it out?” The shorter, skinnier one said, almost suspiciously, as if there was a dead body in there. “So? Take it out now. I need to put my stuff in,” you said, opening the locker as you noticed the taller boy sigh in defeat. Suddenly, your eyes went wide; the moment you opened the lock, a huge, maybe 10-foot iron chain began to fall out; the loud sound even made teachers step out to see what was happening. The skinny boy spoke up, “Yeah …. About that … uh.. we can explain … um, it was,” “Don’t bother, I don’t really care, just get it out before you make me late for class”, you interrupted, visibly mad that the whole school probably thinks “you” were the psycho who had iron chains in his locker - when that really wasn’t the case. “We’re really sorry about this,” the taller boy said, grabbing the chains and leaving you in peace. You were judging…you were really judging them. You didn’t care about the chains, but the fact that everyone’s gonna think it was you.

You made your way to your economics class, and to your most unpleasant surprise, both those boys were in your class. As if it wasn’t bad enough already, only one seat was left, and it was right beside them. You chuckled at the irony of the situation - You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or strangle them, so you decided to ignore them and keep it cool.

The class was easy; you already knew everything, so you couldn’t help but get bored. As you began observing the classroom, the skinny boy passed you a chit - you took it hesitantly - it read, “SO SORRY - Stiles.” And had a smiley face drawn next to “stiles,” which made you think. What the hell is a stiles?

You glance back at the boy only to see him grinning at you; at that moment, you feel something - confusion - before you can do anything, you hear the teacher call you to solve a question on the board.

While solving the problem, you kept glancing at the two boys - you could feel their stares burning through your skin. The teacher seemed impressed when you finished solving the question and said, “You see that, Greenberg? That’s how it’s done.” Damn, this man really hates this Greenberg dude, what’d he do? You thought to yourself as you returned to your seat.

You could still feel the two boys staring holes into you; you were beginning to get irritated. You needed to finish some work, and these boys clearly weren’t helping you concentrate.

As you tried to return to your book, the taller boy mumbled something and pointed his finger at you. You were really starting to lose it, but the two boys suddenly got up, telling the teacher they had to go and ran out of the class - what the fuck is wrong with those two, you thought to yourself.

A while later, you were finally done with classes for the day. So far, it had gone well. The teachers liked you, and your classmates did too. The only issue was the whole corridor thing with those two boys, but as long as you stayed away from them, you’d be fine, you thought.

You received a message from Lydia asking you to come to the benches outside the cafeteria. That’s where she was hanging out with her friends after school. You texted back, letting her know you’d arrive in 5 minutes. You were in the mood for a walk and wanted to get some fresh air after that awkward morning.

As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you’d run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile.

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kupwrites · 1 year

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The Best Kind of Revenge

Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Twink!Femboy!Reader

TW: Top Brett, Bottom Reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, locker room sex, wall sex, sorta size kink, puppy kink, degrading, and praising

Liam and Brett did not get along.

Sure they could be civil and work together to get rid of whatever supernatural threat popped up next.

But Brett still wanted revenge and he knew the best way to do so.

Liam’s brother.

He was tiny framed and adorable, always wearing feminine clothes.

Brett, even before the whole coach’s car and revenge thing, had eyes for Liam’s brother.

The two had flirted before, never for long though. Liam had clearly told Y/N to stay away from him.

That didn’t stop the femboy from casually starting conversations before games and even after games for a couple of moments. Or from running his hands gently up Brett’s arms or standing quite a bit close to Brett.

So when Brett had Y/N pressed between his body and the wall of the boys’ locker room, there wasn’t much surprise.

The two feverishly kissed, Brett tightly gripped Y/N’s hip and Y/N had his hands tangled in Brett’s hair.

Y/N’s boxers already been taken off and Brett’s free hand worked him open.

Y/N let out a soft moan. Brett pushed his tongue into the smaller boy’s mouth.

Y/N pulled away for a moment, “Gotta be qui- ah, game’s soon.”

“I know,” Brett began littering kisses against his neck. “I know.”

Y/N titled his head to the side, letting Brett have better access to his neck. Brett sucked a good hickey, it was going to be dark and obvious.

Perfect.

Brett pulled his fingers out and Y/N whined.

“Aww don’t worry puppy,” Brett chuckled. “You’ll be filled like whore soon.”

“Brett,” Y/N whined again. It was cute.

Brett hoisted Y/N up by the back of his thighs, Y/N tightly wrapped his legs around Brett’s torso.

Brett pushed his shorts and boxers down. He spit on his hand and stroked himself a couple of times before lining his cock up with Y/N’s entrance.

“Will you hur-” Y/N started as Brett pushed in, they both moaned. “Fuck!”

Brett gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises, as he continued to push himself in.

“Please just fuck me already,” Y/N was demanding things now.

Brett did expect him to be a bit sassy, “Mmm, I could keep you like this, maybe wait for your brother to come in and see what a good little slut you are, what about that puppy?”

Y/N’s cock throbbed at Brett’s words and he was sure the werewolf knew how they effected him.

“You seem to enjoy that, you want your brother to see you spilt in half on my dick, you want your brother to see you being the perfect whore for me? Is that it, puppy?”

“Brett….”

Brett smirked at Y/N’s whiny tone. He tightened his grasp on Y/N’s adorably small frame and pulled out until only the head was in.

Brett slammed back into Y/N.

Y/n moaned and gripped onto Brett’s shoulders as Brett started pounding into him at a rapid pace.

“Fuck,” Brett groaned. “You’re so good for me, so good pup.”

Y/N only moaned and asked for more.

Brett was fucking addicting, slamming into Y/N and making his brain was turn to mush. He could barely form a single a sentence. Mostly singular words came from his mouth.

God if they didn’t do this again…

“Harder,” Y/N gasped.

Brett chuckled and changed his angle, slamming into Y/N’s prostate. Y/N cried out with pleasure.

“I can’t wait to do this again, puppy, fucking can’t wait when we have more time and I can take you apart,” Brett’s breath ghosting Y/N’s ear. “I’m going to make you the perfect toy for me, puppy, you’ll be so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Y/N muttered in response.

The sound of skin hitting skin bounced around the boys’ locker room and if anyone came close enough they could absolutely hear the two boys’ moans.

Brett held Y/N up with one arm and used the other to start stroking Y/N.

Fucking werewolf strength.

“Don’t- ah! Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Brett started kissing Y/N’s neck again as he fucked him.

The game was going to start any minute.

“Fuck, I’m so- I’m so close! Brett please!” Y/N started babbling.

“Come on, puppy,” Brett licked a strip up Y/N’s neck. “Show me how good of a slut you are.”

Only took a few more jerks and thrusts for Y/N cry out, orgasming hard.

“So good, puppy,” Y/N heard Brett say.

Brett came moments later, both riding out their highs for as long as possible.

With heavy breaths, Brett set Y/N down on his feet. Brett pulled his shorts back up and sank to his knees. He helped Y/N back in his boxers.

Brett used one hand to pull up the boxers and the other to push his cum back into Y/N.

Y/N gasped as the feeling.

“I’ll have to get a plug for you,” Brett stated, off handily. “Make sure my perfect toy can keep my cum for as possible.”

Y/N smirked, “Means there’s gonna be a next time?”

“Obviously.” Brett and Y/N kissed each other once again.

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Brett arrived on the field a few minutes after the game started but, still, immediately got put in.

He had a face off with Liam. This was going amazingly.

“Scared that I’m gonna break you?” Liam taunted. “That why you’re late?”

“Nope,” Brett smirked. “I was just admiring your brother’s post orgasm face. It’s fucking hot.”

Liam growled, gripping his stick tightly. Brett laughed in his face.

He reacted the way Brett guess he would.

An absolute feral and pissed look on his face.

Despite not being able to hear the exchange on the field, Y/N knew he was now in deep shit with Liam.

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Part 2 out now :)

#brett talbot #smut #teen wolf #brett talbot x male reader #gay smut #praising #degredation kink #liam dunbar #beacon hills #unprotected sex #cody saintgnue

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inosukijiro · 3 months

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it’s so crazy how i started my first college semester being hyper fixated on teen wolf and now in my last semester im hyper fixated again, like everything just came full circle didn’t it lmaoo

#teen wolf #liam dunbar #stiles stilinski #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf stiles #scott mccall #derek hale #isaac lahey #theo raeken #beacon hills #werewolves

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cmncisspnandmore · 6 months

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Study Breaks

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, NSWF, Swearing, P in V Sex, Praise kink,

Beta Reader:

When you first met Stiles, you were both in diapers. Your mothers were childhood friends, they did everything together, they were maids of honor at each other's weddings. They found out they were pregnant a month apart, Stiles was older than you by exactly a month. You grew up together, you did everything together. You were there for him when his mom died, you attended the funeral with him. Bravely holding his hand the entire time, you put on a brave face for him when he would cry. You held him in your small arms when he couldn't sleep because he kept reliving the last moments of her life. Watching her fade away, it almost destroyed him.

Now 9 years later, you’re both 17, starting your junior year of highschool. That alone would be enough to make anyone stressed. But the fact that you were constantly dealing with the supernatural beings in Beacon hills on top of it. You were both stressed out.

Between dealing with Scott being a werewolf, and the Kanima, terrorizing everyone. Plus a certain Hale alpha making a new pack using teenagers. You were about ready to bite someone's head off. Not to mention this year was the most important year grade wize for college. You had no room to fail this year, especially if you wanted to get into a good college.

You lay across Stiles’ bed, your feet crossed as you look down at the history homework in front of you. The words blur together from staring at it so long. You rub your eyes, sighing softly as you put your head down on the open book.

“You alright?” Stiles asks, looking over at you from his desk, and you lift your head looking at him.

“I feel like I've been staring at this forever and haven't read a single thing,” you groan, closing the heavy book and shoving it harshly off the side of his bed. It slides to the floor with a heavy thud.

Stiles grabs his drink from his desk and watches you over the rim of the can, his knee bouncing. “How about we take a break?” He suggests, taking a sip of his soda.

“I can’t, I need to finish,” you sigh, sitting up. “You know how important grades are Junior year.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow at you,”And your sanity is important too. Why don't you take a break and then go back to it? It’ll make you feel better.”

You pull your knees to your chest, looking at him for a moment. You chew your bottom lip as he puts his soda can down on the desk, and swivels in his chair, turning towards you fully. His long legs outstretched as he crosses his arms across his chest. A small smile on his face as he watches you debate it in your head.

After another long moment you let out a breath, “okay, fine.”

Stiles gives a small cheer as he stands from his chair and comes over to you, settling next to you on the bed. His back against the wall, legs out in front of him. His shoulder bumps yours and you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face.

“So what do you want to do? We can watch a movie, or just talk. I feel like i haven't seen you in forever even though we spend almost everyday together. Between everything going on with Scott, Derek, the Kanima, and school. I haven't had time to actually talk to you.” Stiles says softly, as you lay your head on his shoulder. Something you have done a million times, in your years of friendship.

“I know, I feel like it's never just you and me anymore. It’s always you, me and scott. Or you, me, Scott and Allison. I'm honestly surprised one of them hasn't called us tonight to drag us off somewhere to do something.” You whisper, trailing your hand up and down his red hoodie sleeve.

Stiles turns his hand over on the bed, exposing his palm to you, you trace patterns into his palm, something you have done since you were kids. You used to just sit next to him and draw patterns into his skin for hours. It soothed you, now, whenever you and stiles were sitting together, he would turn his hand over so you could draw patterns. It was an instinct for him now, oftentimes not even realizing he had done it.

As your fingers trail along his palm, Stiles leans his head against yours. The vanilla scent of your shampoo, settling the every present anxiety in his chest. He would never admit it out loud, but you were like his own anchor. Whenever you were around, he was able to focus more. He wasn't terrified of the unknown as much when you were around because he knew you would always stay. There wasn't anything he could do that would cause you to run. You have proven that time and time again. It was something Stiles was grateful for, especially lately.

You turn your head ever so slightly so your cheek is pressed into the soft fabric of his red hoodie. You let your eyes fall closed as you inhale the amber and musk scent of his cologne filling your lungs. Your fingers pause their patterns and you slide your hand into his. Hooking your fingers around his, holding his hand gently. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, sure you have held hands plenty of times. You held Stiles’s hand more than you held your own mothers as a child. But lately, things have felt different between you two.

There had always been the what if thoughts. What if you dated? What if you kissed? What if you were more than best friends?

There was this underlying tension lately.

Probably because of what Allison and Lydia had said a few weeks ago at lunch. They had mentioned that you would make a cute couple. They were surprised you hadn’t dated already, but you knew Stiles was helplessly in love with Lydia so you laughed it off.

Stiles had too.

Until now, when you're sitting shoulder to shoulder, his hand in yours, his fingers tightening around yours ever so slightly. His cheek resting on the top of your head, yours pressed against his shoulder.

“Y/N?” Stiles whispers, and you tip your face up. Your y/e/c eyes meeting his light brown ones. His cheeks slightly pink as he looks down at you.

“Yeah?” You ask softly, your eyes flickering between his, as his flit between your eyes and your mouth. Your heart hammers in your chest as his free hand comes up to cup the side of your face. He slides his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing along the top of your cheek bone. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans down, his lips brushing against yours softly.

Your cheeks flame as he kisses you, your eyes sliding closed as he guides you closer with his hand on the back of your neck. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his more as you sigh, your entire body relaxing into him. Your lips move softly against each other, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You fist the fabric of his hoodie, as you drag him closer. Stiles shifts, laying you back against the bed, holding himself over you with his arms. His hips settled against yours, as he nips softly at your bottom lip. Eliciting a small moan from you, Stiles smiles against your lips.

He pulls away slightly, breathless as he looks down at you. You can't help but blush and smile, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay with this?” He whispers.

“More than…” You whisper, leaning up and capturing his lips in yours again. Your hands slide under his hoodie and shirt, your nails skimming across his stomach. The muscles flex and tense under your hands. Soft moans leave your lips as he nips and sucks on your bottom lip. Stiles hand grazes the bottom of your shirt and you gasp, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your waist.

Sparks of electricity sizzle across your skin as Stiles’ fingers skim up your waist to brush along the skin of your ribcage. You tug the bottom of his shirt and Stiles sits up on his knees, settled between your spread thighs as he pulls his shirt and hoodie off in one smooth movement. You bite your lip as your eyes rake over his chest and abs, he was lean, with defined muscles from playing Lacrosse. Even though he didn't get much time on the field during games he still stayed in shape.

Stiles leans down and kisses you once more before he tugs your shirt up slightly, and you lean up on your elbows. Balancing in a half sit up position as you tug your shirt up and over your head. Leaving you in your lacey black bra, Stiles lets out a small groan as his eyes trail down your chest.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as he leans down, kissing you roughly. There's more passion behind the kiss as his arms rest on either side of your head. The kiss becomes a flurry of clashing teeth and tongue.

Somewhere along the line you both end up under his sheets, bodies bare of clothes. Stiles hovers over you, his knees between your thighs. Stiles trails a line of kisses down your neck, nipping softly at the skin there. You moan softly, as one of his hands skims down your chest between the valley of your breasts towards your stomach. His fingers brush along your waist as before his fingers slip between your folds.

“Stiles… Please,” You whimper, your eyes closed tight as he eases a finger into you. Slowly he begins to thrust his finger in and out of you, working you until you’re breathless.

“Shhh baby, gotta open you up for me first.. Don't want to hurt you,” he whispers against your ear. His tongue flicks out to trace the shell of your ear, as he adds a second finger. Your slick coats his fingers, each thrust of his fingers inside of you makes the pleasure pooling in your lower stomach coil tighter.

“Look at you, so wet for me,” Stiles whispers,”Such a good girl,”

You can't help the lude whimper that leaves your mouth, you reach down, hands wrapping around his wrist, stopping his movements.

“Please, i need you,” You pant, turning your head towards him, your tongue licking along your bottom lip. Stiles smiles down at you, before leaning in and kissing your full lips. His lips leave yours a second later, as he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open the top drawer. He grabs a foil packet and holds it between his teeth. You watch through half lidded eyes as He sits up, the sheet falling from around him.

Stiles tears the condom open with his teeth, before rolling it down his long, thick cock. Your mouth waters as you watch, you attempt to squeeze your thighs together to create some friction. Stiles’ eyes meet yours and he resumes his position, hovering over you. One hand gripping the base of his cock as he settles between your thighs. He slowly pushes forward, the tip of his cock bumping against your entrance. He slowly sinks into you, a low moan rumbles in his chest.

“Fuck, Stiles.” You gasp as he bottoms out, filling you. There's a delicious burn as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” Stiles grunts as he picks up his pace, his hips hitting yours with each thrust.

“Don't stop,” You gasp as you grab the sides of Stiles’s face, bringing his lips to yours for a brief kiss. Stiles’s head drops into the crook of your neck as he pants against your skin. A layer of sweat clings to his skin, as his hips hit yours in a bruising pace.

Your nails rake down his back leaving red nail tracks across his pale skin. You’re reduced to nothing more than breathy moans as your orgasm peaks. Stiles senses your closeness and snaps his hips against yours harder. The hard thrust of his hips tips you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you with a loud moan of his name.

Stiles’s thrusts become sloppy, as his own orgasm teeters on the edge. You lean up and kiss and suck along his neck to his ear. “Let go baby, please, come for me.” you whisper in his ear and Stiles’s thrusts a few more times before he stills inside of you. His cock twitching as he spills into the condom.

Stiles pants and pulls out of you, before he climbs off the bed and cleans himself up, he grabs a towel and hands it to you. You clean yourself up before throwing it off to the side and laying back on the bed. Stiles grabs a pair of boxers and pants and pulls them on before handing you your underwear. You pull them on and then reach over grabbing his hoodie off the floor before Sitles climbs into the bed. He lays behind you and pulls you back against his chest. His hands snaking under the hoodie and his palm rests flat against your lower stomach. His arm anchors you in place.

“See, I told you taking a break from studying would be worth it,” he whispers in your ear.

‘Mmm, totally worth it…” You whisper as your eyes flutter closed.

#teen wolf #stiles #stiles stilinkski #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #smut #teen #wolf #beacon hills #x reader

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suchasourwolfie · 8 months

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@suchasourwolfie: Sterek Recs

I don’t even know if people are still reading Sterek any longer or what state the fandom is in.

Sterek was my first fandom and an emotional escape during a time in my life I needed one.

Lately I’ve been reading Dramione (and run the @dramioneden blog) and prior to that I fell into Reylo (and run the @areysololife blog). So it seemed that it was about time I create a blog to the pairing that pushed me down the fandom rabbit hole.

#sterek #beacon hills #sterek fics #sterek fic #sterek fic recs #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #derek hale #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek

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cutielando · 8 months

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hi, so could you write an imagine Theo x. Reader, that reader finds out that Theo is working with the dread doctors and that he killed Scott and hurt the sheriff, and feels betrayed and asks him if what they had was ever been real etc. And then Theo then says that the dread doctors were gonna kill her if he didn't kill Scott and that it Was real... i don't know just you keep going with the flow and pls let there be like lots of fluff and a happy ending. Thank you!!!!

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Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

“He’s working for them, YN”

These words keep swirling around in your head, your chest heavy with pain.

You still felt like you couldn’t breathe, that what you heard wasn’t true and it was all a big misunderstanding. Theo couldn’t be working for the Dread Doctors. Not him, not your boyfriend. He was sweet and gentle and always helped you.

It just couldn’t be him.

Oh, but it was.

That little voice inside of your head was confirming what your heart didn’t want to acknowledge.

You heard someone knocking on your front door before you heard “Y/N?”, a voice which you immediately recognized.

Theo.

You got up from your bed and made your way downstairs, grateful that your parents weren’t home for the week. You stayed hidden in the shadows so he couldn’t see you through the window.

“Y/N, I know you’re home. Please just open the door and let me explain” his voice sounded so broken, which made a part of you want to open the door and let your feelings take over.

But he betrayed your trust. You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t allow yourself to fall into yet another of his traps like you foolishly did the first time.

“Please go away” your voice spoke before your mind could stop you.

“Y/N, I can explain everything, just please hear me out. I never meant for anyone to get hurt, this wasn’t part of the plan. Please just let me explain what happened and you can decide what you want to do after. I’m begging you” you were holding back tears as you listened to him, your forehead pressed against your front door.

You knew how much of a mistake you were about to make, but you couldn’t help it. Your hand found its way to the doorknob, unlocking the door and opening it to reveal a desperate looking Theo.

“Come in” you left the door open and made your way to the living room to take a seat on your couch, knowing that he was going to follow you.

You sat down and looked at him expectantly, trying to keep your emotions at bay.

“Can I take a seat?” he motioned to the other end of the couch, looking at you for approval.

Once you nodded your hear, he took a seat and took a deep breath.

“I never meant for this to happen, for things to spiral out of control and possibly put your life in any kind of danger. Hurting you or the pack was never my intention. Baby, they were going to kill you, said if I didn’t do what they asked me, they were going to kill all of you, torture you right in front of me. I couldn’t take any chances, not when your life was practically in my hands. I promised you I was never going to hurt you and I intend to keep that promise. It was supposed to be over, but they just kept making me do more and more and each time they would figure out new ways in which they could hurt you and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I’m sorry for everything, I never meant for this to happen, baby. You have to believe me” by the end of his speech, you had tears falling down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

“Was any of it real?” you whispered, your eyes focusing on anything else but Theo.

“Every single second with you was real, baby. There wasn’t a single moment when being with you was fake or pretendint, not one. I love you, and I’m so sorry for lying to you and keeping things from you, hurting you. Everything I did was to protect you, baby. Everything” he dared to take your hand in his, his hopes lifting a little when you didn’t pull away.

You knew you shouldn’t believe him. He had been lying to you almost your entire relationship and hiding the fact that he was working for the enemy.

But you did believe him. Your heart truly believed everything he had said to you. Why? Because you knew Theo, your Theo, and he would never intentionally do anything that would harm you or your friends. He would never betray you like that if he had a choice, which he clearly hadn’t been given.

“I wish you had just told me from the beginning” you started out, making his head snap up to look at you. “I probably would’ve understood. You lied to me and hurt my friends, and that’s fucked up. I love you, Theo, and I do believe that this wasn’t your choice. But baby, it’s going to take me a while before I trust you again. I’m willing to fight for us, but I need time to process everything before things can go back to normal” you explained, putting a hand on his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, his heart feeling full again after being ripped out of his chest.

“You take all the time you need, baby. I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back to me. I love you, and I would go to the end of the Earth to make sure you were safe and loved. I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, Theo” you whispered and leaned in, pressing your lips against his soft ones.

He wasn’t perfect, and he had made mistakes, but you loved him either way and nothing was going to change that.

Not even this.

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more-than-ideas · 4 months

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Zaqi —— Beacon Hill, Boston

#more than ideas #so many fragile things #beacon hills #zaqi #doodle

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star-girl-05 · 13 days

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Were Dating?

Stiles x Reader

His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions.

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see.

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move.

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue.

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day. It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away.

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show.

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no.

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots.

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment.

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him.

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?”

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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game changer — isaac lahey x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, violence — drama, humor

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synopsis: in isaac's eyes, there was room for only one star player on the field, and it had to be him

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the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the beacon hills high school lacrosse field. you adjusted your gloves, gripping your lacrosse stick with a determined look. on the other end of the field, scott mccall, your loyal friend and pack leader, crouched with an equally determined expression. “ready to go?” scott called out, his brown eyes gleaming with a playful glint. you smirked, twirling your stick. “always.”

the two of you had been training like this for weeks, using your unique circumstances as both a werewolf and a skilled lacrosse player to improve both of your abilities. the goal was simple: you'd fire shots at scott, and he would do his best to block them using his reflexes. it was a friendly competition, a way to make use of your supernatural traits for fun and growth.

as the whistle blew, you dashed forward, weaving through the field with agility. with each shot, you aimed with precision, testing scott's speed and accuracy. to your satisfaction, every ball you launched found its way past him and into the net.

amid the sound of pounding footsteps and the swish of the net, you caught sight of isaac lahey watching from the sidelines. his arms were crossed over his chest, a scowl etched on his face. he'd joined the team recently, and his competitive spirit was clear in the way he observed your practice. you weren't on the team, thankfully, but knowing you had more skill than he did, werewolf or not, irkee him.

after the training session, you caught your breath and wiped the sweat from your brow. scott approached you, a grin tugging at his lips. “you're getting really good at this, you know.“

“practice makes perfect,” you replied with a shrug, though a sense of accomplishment warmed your chest.

isaac strode over, his expression tense as he looked between you and scott. “impressive shots, (y/n). but i'm guessing there's more to it than just practice.” you raised an eyebrow at him, not missing the hint of challenge in his tone. “and what makes you say that?”

isaac's eyes flickered to scott before returning to you. “you've got some secret for controlling your abilities, don't you? i've seen enough to know that much.”

you smirked, a spark of amusement dancing in your eyes. “maybe i'm just a natural.”

Isaac's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. “just because we're in the same pack doesn't mean i won't hit you. i wanna know your secret.” you leaned in closer, your gaze locked onto his. “and why would i tell you?”

“because we're on the same team,” isaac retorted, his voice low and intense. “actually, i'm on the team. unlike you. i wonder why that is.”

you chuckled, a hint of mockery in your tone. "“so, what? you want me to give you a tutorial on how to be a better werewolf?”

“something like that,” Isaac replied through gritted teeth.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “sorry, lahey. have fun with your school's losing streak.” isaac's nostrils flared, and his fists clenched at his sides. “we'll see about that.”

isaac's departure left a trail of unresolved tension hanging in the air, but you pushed it aside for the moment. scott's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he approached, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “he's got a fire in him, doesn't he?” he mused, his gaze following isaac's retreating figure. you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “more like a burning obsession to know everything.”

scott laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “well, if there's anyone who can handle his curiosity, it's you.”

“thanks, i think,” you replied with a grin.

scott's expression turned more serious. “you know, we could really use someone like you on the team. if finstock knew just how good you are—”

you raised an eyebrow, skepticism lacing your voice. “finstock? you really think he'd let a girl on the team?” scott's gaze held a mixture of determination and hope. “i've seen you play, (y/n). you're as good as any guy out there, maybe even better. and finstock can't argue with results.”

you considered his words, the idea taking root in your mind. it was true that you had always been passionate about lacrosse, and your supernatural abilities only added an extra edge to your skills. the prospect of joining the team officially was both intriguing and tempting.

“i'm not sure about this, scott,” you admitted, uncertainty in your voice. "i'm used to the taunts and the doubt." scott's grin widened. “maybe it's time to show them all what you're made of?”

you nodded slowly, a determined fire igniting within you. “maybe it is.”

as you headed off the field with scott, your thoughts were a whirlwind of possibilities. if you could prove yourself to coach finstock, if you could overcome the stereotypes and expectations, you might just change the game.

the anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood just outside the boys' locker room, your heartbeat resonating like a drum in your chest. scott, your unwavering supporter, stood beside you with an encouraging grin. his hand rested on your shoulder, offering a silent reassurance that you could do this.

“ready for this?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and amusement.

you took a deep breath, nerves and determination intertwining. “as ready as I'll ever be.”

with a knowing nod, scott pushed open the locker room door, and the clamor of voices abruptly hushed as you stepped in, immediately drawing everyone's attention. their gazes flickered between you and scott, a mixture of surprise and confusion on their faces.

“guys, i've got someone here who wants to join the team,” scott announced with a grin, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he addressed the others. “you all know (y/n).” a ripple of incredulous laughter swept through the room, a few snorts of disbelief mixed in. you held your head high, refusing to let their skepticism weaken your resolve.

“is this a joke?” one of the players, you had recognized as jackson, muttered, earning a chorus of chuckles.

your jaw tightened, but you forced a smile. “no joke. your team kinda sucks.”

another round of laughter echoed, but scott's amused glance conveyed his confidence in you. with a nod from him, he led the way out to the field, and you followed, the weight of their stares burning into your back. the open expanse of the lacrosse field stretched out before you, the grass vibrant beneath the setting sun. coach finstock, leaning against the goalpost, raised an eyebrow as he glanced between scott and you.

“alright, mccall, what's this all about?” finstock demanded, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

“we've got a new recruit who wants to give it a shot,” scott replied, his grin unyielding.

finstock's gaze shifted to you, sizing you up with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “a new recruit, huh? a girl, too. this is a boys' lacrosse team.”

you stood your ground, your gaze locking with finstock's. “i'm not asking for any special treatment. let me prove myself,” you paused, scanning the competition before your eyes. “your players are all a tutu and wig away from being girls, anyway.”

finstock's lips curled into a slow, skeptical smile. “tutu, huh? alright then. you want a shot? let's see what you've got.” you had to borrow gear from the lost and found bin, but you didn't complain. you weren't in any position to complain.

he blew his whistle, and the players assembled on the field. the tension was palpable, an electric charge that crackled through the air. scott gave you a reassuring nod, and the game began.

the boys moved with precision, their passes and maneuvers executed with practiced fluidity. and then, suddenly, the ball was in play. scott passed it to you, and the moment you caught it, the world around you narrowed to the field and the goalpost. with a burst of speed, you weaved through the players, your lacrosse stick an extension of your arm. the wind rushed past your ears, and your heart raced as the goalpost drew closer. you launched the ball, and it soared through the air, hitting the back of the net with a satisfying thud.

silence followed, broken only by the rustle of the grass in the wind. the players stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from astonishment to something bordering on respect.

but the true test had yet to come.

as the game resumed, you found yourself against a flurry of opponents, their tackles and passes relentless. yet each time the ball came your way, you were ready. your reflexes were finely honed, and your movements were a dance of precision. you deflected every pass, anticipated every move, and when the ball was in your possession, you seized the opportunity to score.

the scoreboard began to tip in your favor, and finstock's murmurs of astonishment grew louder. but there was one player you couldn't ignore—the dark figure of isaac lahey, his eyes trained on you with a mixture of frustration and intrigue.

finally, as the game reached its climax, the ball was thrown high into the air, a chaotic scramble ensuing. it was isaac who lunged for it, his determination etched across his face. but in that moment, something ignited within you, a surge of strength that defied explanation. isaac's outstretched hand barely brushed the ball before you snatched it away, your body moving on instinct alone. and then, with a force that took even you by surprise, you pivoted and threw him over your shoulder.

time seemed to freeze as isaac sailed through the air, his expression a mix of astonishment and disbelief. the impact as he hit the ground was both satisfying and jarring, a testament to the power you hadn't realized you possessed.

the field fell into a stunned silence, punctuated by the ragged sound of isaac's breaths. coach finstock's mouth hung open, his whistle forgotten in his hand. and then, slowly, the silence gave way to a smattering of applause that grew into a roar of cheers.

finstock's eyes locked onto you, his disbelief shifting to something resembling respect. “alright, (l/n), you've got yourself a spot on this team.”

and just like that, the impossible became reality. the cheers and congratulations of your new teammates washed over you, and as you looked across the field, you caught isaac's gaze. the fire in his eyes was undeniable, but beneath it, something else simmered—a grudging respect born from the intensity of the challenge you'd just posed.

the following day, the buzz surrounding your triumphant display on the lacrosse field still hung in the air like static electricity. the halls of school seemed to crackle with an energy you couldn't ignore. as you walked into the bustling cafeteria, you were met with curious glances and hushed conversations that faded into whispers as you passed.

joining your friends at the usual table, you settled into a seat with a grin. scott, stiles, lydia, and the rest of the group greeted you with enthusiastic smiles and cheers. “(y/n), that move yesterday? It was amazing, you gotta teach me,” stiles exclaimed, his hands mimicking your throwing motion as he animatedly recounted the moment. “i swear, it was like something out of an action movie.”

you chuckled, grateful for your friends' support. “thanks, stiles. it was pretty intense.”

he continued his animated retelling, punctuating his words with dramatic gestures and exclamations. as he launched into a description of your skill, a familiar voice cut through the chatter.

“stiles, shut up,” isaac's voice broke in, his tone a mix of annoyance and exasperation.

he blinked, momentarily taken aback. “wait, what? i'm just giving credit where credit's due.”

isaac's gaze shifted to you, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “you don't need his play-by-play, (y/n). i'm sure you're already well aware of how impressive you were.” his tone was borderline mocking.

a challenge seemed to spark between the two of you, a battle of wills and egos that went beyond the lacrosse field. scott exchanged a knowing glance with you, while the others exchanged uneasy looks.

“okay, enough of the tension,” scott interjected, attempting to diffuse the situation. “we're all friends here, right?”

lydia nodded, her lips curved into an apologetic smile. “yeah, isaac, don't rain on the parade.”

isaac's expression remained unyielding, but he finally relented with a sigh. “fine. you were decent, (l/n).” your own lips quirked into a small smile, a glint of amusement in your eyes. “thanks, isaac. coming from you, that means absolutely nothing.”

his jaw clenched, his competitiveness still evident, but there was something different in his gaze—a flicker of begrudging respect that didn't go unnoticed. he practically hunted you down with his eyes, staring you down much harder than necessary, as if he was ready to pounce at any given moment, a special type of rage coursing through his veins. “danny's been throwing all sorts of comments my way because you joined our team.” he announced, a sense of biterness detectable in his tone.

you shot him a confused look. “well, tell him you're flattered but you don't swing that way.” a wave of silence crashed over the group.

“he wasn't hitting on me, you idiot. he was threatening me.”

as lunch continued, the conversation shifted to less intense topics, and the camaraderie of the group eased the lingering tension. still, the dynamic between you and isaac had shifted, the rivalry mingling with a newfound acknowledgment of each other's abilities. and as the cafeteria buzzed around you, you couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of a story that would unfold with every practice, every game, and every challenge that lay ahead.

the days passed in a blur of practices, games, and schoolwork, the intensity of the lacrosse season escalating as each opponent was conquered. the rivalry between you and Isaac had taken on a life of its own, simmering beneath the surface of every interaction. there was an undeniable chemistry, a magnetic pull that went beyond the confines of the field. it was a tension that drew you together and pushed you apart in equal measure.

one evening, after a particularly grueling practice, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the field. the cool breeze rustled the grass, carrying with it a sense of anticipation that matched the electric current in the air. the field was empty now, the players gone, leaving you and Isaac alone.

“you're really something, you know,” isaac's voice broke the silence, his tone a mixture of exasperation and awe. you turned to face him, your gaze locked with his. “coming from you, i'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.” his lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes glittering in the fading light. “take it as you will.”

the tension between you was palpable, a living entity that seemed to crackle with every breath. in that moment, you were aware of nothing else—the world seemed to narrow to the two of you, the weight of your rivalry and attraction intertwining in a dangerous dance.

“lahey,” you began, your voice low and edged with a challenge, “you might be the most infuriating person i've ever met.” his laughter was a mix of amusement and something deeper, a hint of vulnerability that caught you off guard. “and yet, you can't seem to stay away.”

uou took a step closer, the distance between you narrowing to nothing. “maybe i'm just drawn to danger.”

his gaze was unyielding, his eyes searching yours as if seeking something hidden beneath the surface. “or maybe you're drawn to something you can't quite understand.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a tremor of uncertainty mixed with anticipation. the lines between rivalry and attraction blurred, leaving you teetering on the edge of a precipice you weren't sure you were ready to leap from.

the sound of footsteps approaching broke the spell, and you both turned to see stiles walking toward you with an expectant look. “hey, you two ready to head out?” the interruption was a jarring reminder of reality, and the tension that had woven between you and Isaac seemed to dissipate. but the unspoken connection remained, lingering in the air like an echo.

“yeah, let's go,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

as you walked away from the field, you stole a final glance at isaac. there was a depth to him that you hadn't anticipated, a complexity that went beyond the competitive surface. the path ahead was uncertain, a tangled web of rivalry, attraction, and unspoken truths. but in that moment, as you looked back at him, you couldn't deny the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you together, promising an adventure neither of you could fully comprehend.

the night of the big game had arrived, the tension in the air almost tangible as the stands filled with excited spectators. the rivalry between beacon hills and their opponents crackled like electricity, amplifying the energy that flowed through the stadium. as the minutes ticked down to the final play, the score stood tied, victory within reach but just out of grasp.

on the field, you moved with a fierce determination, each shot fired with precision, each pass executed flawlessly. the spectators roared with approval as the scores climbed, the exhilaration of the game mingling with the adrenaline that pulsed through your veins. and yet, beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of something more—a tension that seemed to draw you inexorably toward Isaac.

as the final play approached, the score remained tied, the outcome of the game hinging on this one decisive moment. the ball was in your possession, the weight of the team's hopes resting on your shoulders. the pressure was palpable, the crowd's collective breath held as you prepared to make your move.

but as you sprinted toward the goalpost, the world around you seemed to blur, isaac's figure suddenly looming in your line of sight. in a split second, the ball was intercepted, stolen away by an opposing player. the seconds that followed were a blur, the crowd's cheers turning into gasps of disbelief as the opposing team capitalized on the opening and scored, securing their victory.

the cheers of the opposing team's fans echoed through the stadium, the disappointment of your own supporters almost tangible. as the players began to disperse, a stunned silence settled over the field, punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breathing.

frustration surged within you, a fierce anger that needed an outlet. and before you knew it, you were storming into the locker room, your heart pounding in your chest. the frustration was aimed at Isaac, the weight of his mistake, and the way it had stolen victory from the team and from you.

“isaac,” you snapped as you spotted him, his expression heavy with guilt as he stripped off his gear. he looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and resignation. “what?”

“you screwed up that play,” you hissed, the frustration seeping into your words. “we had it, and you let it slip through your fingers.”

his jaw clenched, his frustration matching your own. “oh, don't put this all on me. i wasn't the only one out there.”

“doesn't matter,” you shot back, stepping closer until you were within arm's reach of him. “you were the one who blew it.” isaac's eyes flashed with anger, his chest rising and falling with every heated breath. “you have no idea what it's like out there. you don't know the pressure.”

“i know the pressure of being on a team,” you retorted, your voices rising in a heated exchange. his expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place. “you don't get it. you piss me off. you're distracting.”

“distracting?” you scoffed, disbelief coloring your voice. “is that your excuse?”

his gaze bore into yours, a fierce intensity that seemed to strip away everything but the two of you in that moment. “yeah, (y/n), you distract me.”

before you could respond, he was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your waist, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. the world seemed to spin, the tension that had simmered between you igniting into something more, a mixture of anger, attraction, and a tangled web of emotions.

your initial surprise gave way to a fierce desire that matched his own, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was a tumultuous storm, a maelstrom of pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for far too long.

and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and reeling. Isaac's gaze bore into yours, his eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could define.

“it's not just about distraction,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “it's about you getting under my skin in ways i can't explain.”

the truth hung heavy in the air between you, a confession that left you both exposed and vulnerable. and as you looked into his eyes, the anger and rivalry seemed to fall away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

“i don't understand this,” you admitted, your voice soft as you met his gaze. “but i can't deny that it's there.”

isaac's fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch feather-light. “maybe we don't have to understand it right now.”

before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, the kiss a mixture of desperation and longing. and as you surrendered to the pull between you, the world outside the locker room faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of something that had yet to be fully explored.

#teen wolf #tw #beacon hills #isaac lahey #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey angst

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reidiot · 1 year

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teen wolf continues to be on my top 5 TV series of all time and since it came out, more than a decade ago, i re-watched the show regularly. yet, you cannot convince me, you cannot pay me enough money to watch a movie that wasn't made for the fans benefit. all they wanted was to promote a new show that's gonna be canceled after season 1 anyway *shrugging*

for me, teen wolf ended 6 years ago. stiles went to quantico to join the fbi. lydia moved to dc and became a teacher. scott went to med school and kept coaching the lacrosse team whenever he got the chance. after he graduated, liam got a scholarship and continued to play lacrosse during his college years. mason chose to do computer science. theo wrote a memoir for sure. jordan quit his job and oppened a gym. somehow, malia got a hold on the eichen house and she's now running it. after her healing era, kira entered her vigilante era. derek got an apartment with brayden. peter did what peter does.

years later, they've all returned to beacon hills and continued to carry the legacy of a small town that's been constantly tormented by situations. they're all together. they're happy.

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strugglingwriterwattpad · 1 year

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wolfsbane chapter one - wolf moon

Chapter One – Wolf Moon

Scott's life takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious creature attacks him while on a mission to find a missing body. Instead of succumbing to the bite, he discovers that he has acquired extraordinary abilities that set him apart from others. As if that wasn't enough, he also finds himself working alongside a peculiar new colleague who seems to have a strange connection to a resident who has recently returned to town. And to add to the whirlwind of events, Scott finds himself falling for someone new, only to discover that this person harbours a deep family secret that could change everything. Scott's world is now filled with intrigue, danger, and a web of interconnected mysteries that he must navigate to uncover the truth.

Word count – 16,609

Wednesday, September 6th, full moon

The police force was at a loss for how to respond to the unexpected call that had come in. The night air was cold and still, and it would have been a peaceful evening if not for the persistent sniffing and barking of the dogs. The officers stood there, uncertain of what awaited them, their minds racing with possibilities and their hearts pounding with anticipation. It was a moment of suspense, as they prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead, ready to face the unknown with courage and determination. It had been a while since anything like this had occurred in Beacon Hills, and the residents were understandably anxious. The local law enforcement officers were hoping that they were the only ones lurking in the dense undergrowth of the preserve, but it seemed that an unknown entity was observing them. Beneath the ethereal mist, his sapphire eyes gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance, captivating all who beheld them. His nose, ever so delicately poised, yearned for a mere whiff of the elusive scent they were relentlessly pursuing.

The enigmatic figure was enveloped in the overpowering aroma of sage. The pungent scent of charred sage filled the air, causing his nostrils to tingle with irritation. With each heavy step he took, the sound of crunching leaves echoed through the stillness of the surroundings. Yearning for a stroke of luck, he longed for a moment where everything would fall into place. However, his hopes were shattered when he stumbled upon his sister's lifeless form that fateful night. The haunting image of her pale, lifeless body etched itself into his memory, tormenting him with its crimson gaze. As if that wasn't enough, an agonizing pain gripped his body, as his bones twisted and contorted, while his once smooth hair transformed into a course, unruly mane.

Clad in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, Scott McCall busied himself with re-threading the laces on his lacrosse stick. The anticipation of the big day ahead had him feeling restless, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves enough to get some shut-eye After deciding that the net on his stick was satisfactory, he carelessly threw it onto his unkempt bed. To distract himself, he began using his push-up bar, pushing himself to his limits until he was interrupted by a sudden noise. In a hurry, he quickly threw on a burgundy hoodie and dashed down the stairs, tightly gripping his untouched baseball bat. As he reached the front porch, the darkness enveloped him, making it nearly impossible to see anything beyond the door. The absence of light heightened his senses, adding an air of mystery and anticipation to his surroundings. As he heard a strange noise, Scott cautiously stepped out of the door frame to investigate. To his surprise, he saw a figure hanging from the roof. His heart racing, he let out a yelp of terror, almost hitting the person in the face. However, as he took a closer look, he realized that it was someone he knew. Stiles Stilinski, his dim-witted companion, let out a piercing yelp that echoed through the air. Stiles Stilinski, his dim-witted companion, let out a piercing yelp that echoed through the air.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!” With a low growl, he rolled his chocolate-brown eyes in frustration before extending a hand to help his companion up from the ground. Stiles was known for having moles all over his face like stars in the sky, and his hair was usually shaved to his scalp or overgrown and messy there was never an in-between. His eyes were similar to his best friend’s, but the honey rings were a big difference. “You weren't answering your phone! ...Why do you have a bat?” Stiles seemed more hyperactive than usual, making Scott realise he would be in for it that night. “I thought you were a predator!” With a loud clank, he set the bat down and observed as Stiles brushed the leaves off his body. “Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.” A sly smirk spread across Stiles' face as his friend glanced up at him, clearly taken aback. “Two joggers found a body in the woods.” It was as if his eyes were defying the laws of physics, growing even larger than before. “What, a dead body?” His speech faltered, stumbling over words as he struggled to communicate. “No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!” With a burst of energy, Stiles hopped back and forth, unable to contain his excitement. “You mean, like, murdered?” the buzz-cut teen shook his head “Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” There was a brief pause in Stiles' actions.

“That's the best part. they only found half.” A mischievous grin spread across Stiles' face as he tightly grasped Scott's shoulders, letting out a hearty chuckle. “We're going.”

(Y/N) navigated the twisting roads that led her to the weathered sign, which greeted her arrival in Beacon Hills. As she drove, her car shook, and she cranked up the volume of her music to drown out the eerie silence of the surrounding woods. In the absence of silence, she was well aware that her mind would be tormented by the constant buzzing and jolts. The tranquillity of nature's silence was not a viable choice. As she extended her hand to soothe the creature, her black cat emitted a gentle meow. As they ventured further into the preserve, the terrain became increasingly rough. The once smooth roads transformed into a combination of mud and gravel, making the journey much more challenging. Just as she was about to make the turn, the young woman abruptly brought her vehicle to a halt. The blinding lights emanating from the police cars compelled her to stop in an instant. Taking a deep breath, she switched off the engine, instantly catching the attention of the officers. With a timid gesture, she raised her hand in a shy wave as a police officer approached her with cautious steps. “Sorry mam, the roads are closed for emergency purposes.” The sound of his worn-out voice filled the air as he illuminated the surroundings with his torch, hoping to get a closer look at the girl who had an unusually gothic appearance.

The mysterious woman would stand out from the crowd, exuding an air of uniqueness that set her apart from other girls her age. Judging by her appearance, it seemed she was in her early twenties. Clad entirely in black, she adorned herself with intriguing accessories crafted from bones and stones. he hoped they were fake. Dark shadows and thick eyeliner adorned her face, catching the attention of the officer. While he was accustomed to seeing teenagers with alternative styles like goth, grunge, and hippy, this grown woman was different to the grunge moody teens. “Sorry to disturb you, officer. I’m new in town and I think my new house is just down the road.” With a stutter, she gestured towards the opposite side of the obstructed zone. The officer's eyebrow raised in curiosity, and then he directed her attention to the trembling hands clutching the information booklet. (Y/N)'s gaze met the worn-out image of the cottage, a sight she knew all too well, while the officer observed her. With a fit and slender physique, the middle-aged man had short, light brown hair, a lightly tanned complexion, and captivating hazel eyes. (Y/N)'s attention was drawn to the slightly grimy sheriff badge, causing her to gulp nervously.

“Ah, the old cottage. Been a very popular hangout for the kids.” With a chuckle, he returned the pages to the girl, observing her anxious behaviour. He couldn't help but notice the state of her hands, which trembled with every gesture he made. Upon closer inspection, he saw that her nails and skin were gnawed to the point where blood had crusted around the wounds. “I’ll have to escort you down there miss. Unfortunately, there’s been a body found and we are doing searches in the woods surrounding your new home.” With a subtle nod, she expressed her gratitude to him before redirecting her attention towards her vehicle.

The traditional exterior of the cottage chosen by the elderly couple that previously owned it, it became evident as (Y/N) inspected the premises. As she did so, the sheriff followed closely behind, illuminating the surrounding field with his flashlight and circling the delightful structure. The meadow appeared undisturbed, as if time had forgotten it. The grass grew tall, yet it concealed the vibrant blossoms yearning to burst forth. Once the sun graced the sky, a kaleidoscope of colours would paint the landscape in breathtaking beauty. “I think the county had the place cleared out for you he was used as a drug den for a while so please be careful.” While he shared the information, she responded by nodding and carefully placing her suitcase on the porch, causing a slight creaking noise. “I had a company come in a put my stuff in the house for me. I just hope my bed is intact because I’m pooped.” With a playful remark, she managed to bring a smile to his face. “Here pass me your phone.” Fidgeting with her cardigan button, she handed him her unlocked device. As he glanced down, he realized it was an outdated flip phone with a keypad. The only other time he had encountered such a phone was when they were confiscated as evidence in burner phone cases. “If you need anything miss…?”

“(Y/N) Williams sir.” In a seamless motion, he typed his number on the device before promptly passing it back to her. “(Y/N) If you need anything or see anything please don’t hesitate to call. You’re a bit of a way out, don’t want you on your own out here.” She quickly thanked him, registering he had put his name in her phone Sheriff Noah Stilinski. “Thank you, Noah, I hope you have a good night.”

As the teal blue Jeep driven by the two teenagers entered the preserve, the sign warning against entering after dark was instantly illuminated by the powerful headlights of the vehicle. “We're seriously doing this?” With a torch gripped tightly in his hand, Stiles stepped out into the night. The sound of the dying leaves echoed beneath his shoes, creating a haunting melody. Scott trailed behind, struggling to keep pace with Stiles as they ventured deeper into the mysterious woods. In his hand, he clutched his trusty white inhaler, a symbol of his determination to face whatever awaited them. “You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” The teenagers pressed on, their curiosity leading them deeper into the woods, where the distant sounds of dogs added an element of suspense to their adventure. “I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Stiles' mocking laughter echoed through the trees. “Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort.”

“No, because I'm playing this year. I'm making the first line.” With a chuckle, Stiles redirected his attention to his innocent companion. “Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” The boys strolled along, enveloped in silence, while the symphony of nature played in the background. The atmosphere grew denser, causing Scott to pause and rely on his inhaler for more breaths, slowing their pace. “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Breaking his gaze from the muddy ground, Stiles shrugged indifferently. “Huh! I didn't even think about that.”

“And, uh... what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” The duo paused once more in their journey. “Also, something I didn't think about.” The sound of Scott's exasperated sigh indicated his weariness with the common hurdle also known as Stiles. “It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Stiles turned with his signature mischievous smirk. “I know.” Scott propped himself against a tree, reaching for his inhaler from his pocket. Stiles urged him on, and Scott followed him up the steep incline. The ground beneath them grew muddier with each step, caking their once-pristine shoes. Taking cover behind a massive, decaying tree limb, the pair quickly grasped the dire situation they found themselves in - right in the path of the relentless search party. The sound of the baying hounds grew louder, urging them to swiftly devise their next course of action. With a shared understanding, they discreetly extinguished their torch, determined not to draw any unnecessary attention to their presence. “Wait!” Scott's voice barely escaped his lips as he whispered. Little did he know, Stiles' impatience would soon triumph. Succumbing to the urge, he whispered back to Stiles and leapt out towards the group. “Stiles! Wait up!”

The sudden sound of a dog's jaw snapping shut took Stiles by surprise, sending him tumbling to the ground. “Hold it right there!” The noise of the barking grew increasingly louder, causing Stiles to squint as the bright torchlight momentarily blinded him. Meanwhile, Scott quickly sought refuge behind a nearby tree, his breath creating a mist in the chilly air as he covered his mouth. “Hang on hang on!” As the angry voice of Stiles' father echoed in the background, Scott let out a deep breath into his inhaler. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” With a frustrated sigh, the officer pressed on, determined to scour every inch of the dense forest. “Dad. What are you doing?” With a sigh, Noah lifted his child from the grimy earth, his hoodie now adorned with a layer of filth, twigs, and foliage. “So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” The young boy couldn't help but laugh, his hand nervously finding its way to the back of his head, scratching away his unease. “No er… not the boring ones.”

“where’s your usual partner in crime?” Stiles attempted to appear as bewildered as he could, shrugging his shoulders once more. Nevertheless, his father remained unconvinced and refused to believe any of it. “Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me... In the woods... Alone...” Raising his torch, he cast its light across the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Scott, who remained hidden behind the unchanging tree. “Scott, you out there? Scott?” After a brief moment, Scott remained completely still, not making a single movement. The exhausted sheriff hesitantly concluded that Scott was not accompanying Stiles. Letting out a sigh, he firmly grasped the back of Stiles' neck and guided him towards the entrance of the dense preserve. “Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy." He growled, Stiles sweating profusely.

Scott exhaled deeply; his lungs relieved after being held captive for so long. The barking of the dogs ceased and the light from the officers' torches faded into the mist. The young boy sprinted down the hill, feeling a strange vibration under his feet. The eerie silence of the forest overwhelmed him, sending shivers down his spine. The darkness was suffocating, and the thought of a potential killer lurking nearby made him uneasy. He reached for his inhaler, hoping it would calm his nerves, but before he could take a puff, a group of deer came charging towards him in a frenzy. With every step, the terrifying creatures trampled over him, forcing his body to the chaotic ground. The rustling of the dead leaves beneath him grew louder and more violent, causing his inhaler to be flung several meters away into the abyss of darkness.

After the deer had finally dispersed, Scott, still in a state of disbelief, managed to stand up. His immediate priority was to use the flashlight on his phone to search for his lost breath on the forest floor. Unfortunately, his efforts yielded no results. As Scott cautiously scanned the ground, he startled himself when he caught sight of the upper half of the body that Stiles had warned him about. The upper portion stood severed, a gruesome sight. Flies had already taken residence, hastening the decay of the lifeless form. Her once vibrant eyes, now dull and lifeless, mirrored the presence of death. The chilling sight of blood stained her motionless, unclothed figure.” AHHHHH!” The sight of a young woman, her face as white as a ghost and her hair tangled with mud, left him completely speechless. He hadn't anticipated the intensity of this situation, and it took him by surprise. In a daze, Scott stumbled backwards, falling further into the preserve, desperate to distance himself from the horrifying crime scene he had just witnessed.

Scott rose unsteadily, letting out a pained groan as he leveraged himself up with the aid of a fallen tree trunk. His skin was likely riddled with scratches from the surrounding twigs, and his clothes were undoubtedly ruined. A noxious blend of dirt, mud, and animal waste clung to him, creating a foul layer of stench. He hurried through the woods, desperate to escape the area as quickly as possible. The noise of something unfamiliar was not concealed by his trousers. Suddenly, a menacing growl echoed from behind, causing him to halt in terror. He gradually pivoted, only to be confronted by a monstrous creature. It was some sort of wild animal, but he didn't have the luxury of pondering its identity before sprinting away. With a sudden burst of energy, the monstrous creature pounced on him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground once more. Despite his attempts to crawl away, the beast had different plans in mind. It seized his battered ankles and dragged him back like a lifeless puppet. The piercing red eyes bore into him before sinking its teeth into his side, causing the young man's screams to echo through the forest.

Frantically, Scott raced through the dense forest, stumbling and falling as he desperately attempted to escape from the unknown assailant. Eventually, he managed to reach the closest road, relieved to find that the creature had not pursued him any further. Just as he thought he was safe, a car came speeding towards him, honking loudly. Miraculously, the driver skilfully manoeuvred away from Scott, narrowly avoiding a collision. Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he found a safe spot to rest. He gingerly lifted the tattered fabric of his hoodie to inspect the deep bite wound on his hip. The rain was relentless, mixing with his blood and creating a gruesome scene. Just then, a haunting howl echoed through the woods, sending shivers down Scott's spine. It seemed like tonight was not going to be his night after all.

The eerie cry of the creature echoed through the forest and across the meadow, causing the new girl to pause her gentle strokes on her cat. With a sense of unease, she fixed her gaze upon the dense woods that enveloped her unfamiliar abode. With a quick stride, she approached the meadow, her ears perked up for any sign of a howl. Alas, there was none. She let out a sigh and made her way back to her abode, securing the door behind her. Retrieving her notepad, she jotted down a new seed to add to her collection for the upcoming meadow. (Y/N) took a moment to admire the vibrant purple flower, knowing it was an added layer of protection. She was willing to go the extra mile if it meant staying safe. As she stood in the kitchen, she cautiously opened the window, calling out to her beloved feline friend, hoping to avoid attracting the attention of the creature that had been howling nearby.

As the enigmatic man with piercing blue eyes made his way towards the well-known meadow, memories of his past flooded his mind. The grass, still covered in morning dew, had flourished over time, and the cottage remained steadfast in its place. However, an unexpected sight greeted him this time - the lights of the deserted house were mysteriously switched on. Curiosity piqued, he inhaled deeply, recognizing the familiar scent of sage in the air. Yet, there was an unfamiliar undertone, a new herb perhaps, that he couldn't quite place. Nevertheless, the essence of sage remained potent, drawing him closer to the enigma that awaited him. His attention was caught by a soft feminine voice, causing him to focus his gaze. He then proceeded to crouch down amidst the lush greenery, observing as the kitchen window slowly opened. “Bones! Here boy!” A shrill voice echoed through the air, catching his attention. Judging by its pitch, he guessed it could be a woman calling out to her pet. As he observed, a sleek black cat gracefully hopped onto the windowsill and disappeared inside the building. Despite his curiosity, the man decided it might be better not to pry too much into the new owner's identity.

Thursday, September 7th

As Scott pedalled his bike through the school car park, he couldn't help but notice the swarm of teenagers scattered across the paths and roads, clearly reluctant to enter the building. Skilfully, he dismounted just as he reached the bike rack, effortlessly sliding his front wheel into place and securing it. With a quick adjustment of his backpack, he hung his helmet on the handle and tightly fastened a lacrosse stick to the back, ready for the day ahead. As the silver Porsche glided into the parking spot beside him, Scott's detached expression quickly soured. Jackson, his captain, emerged from the car with a self-satisfied smirk, carelessly slamming the door into Scott's back and shooting him a venomous glare. “Dude! Watch the paint job.” A grumble escaped his lips as he made his way into the school, his frustration evident in his determined stride.

Jackson possessed undeniable good looks, characterized by his medium height, sharp-cut dark blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. His choice of attire always highlighted the finest money could buy, effortlessly conveying his arrogant and sarcastic nature without the need for words. Scott, feeling insulted, refrained from retaliating as he observed Jackson. Meanwhile, Scott spotted Stiles at the school steps and approached him eagerly, ready to share an intriguing tale. The boy with the buzz-cut hairstyle pulled his friend closer, pleading to see the alleged bite mark he had mentioned. “Okay, let's see this thing.” With a chuckle, he uttered, "Check this out!" Scott raised his shirt, revealing the bandaged bite wound to Stiles. The gauze and tape barely contained the seeping blood, most likely a result of his speedy bike ride. “Ooh!” Stiles' hands darted forward, eager to explore and prod, catching Scott off guard before he could even adjust his shirt. “It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf,” Scott's words hung in the air as Stiles let out a dismissive snort. He swiftly retrieved his bag and made his way towards the exit, paying no mind to Scott's comment. “A wolf bit you? No, not a chance.” Scott rolled his brown eyes. “I heard a wolf howling.”

“No, you didn't.”

“What do you mean, "No, I didn't?" How do you know what I heard?”

“Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.” Scott finally stopped arguing as Stiles made a valid point. But what did he see? “Really?” he mumbled. “Yes. There are no wolves in California.” As he scratched the back of his neck, he couldn't figure out what had bitten him. Could it have been a mountain lion? He pushed the thought aside, eager to share the more exciting parts of his story with his friend. “All right. Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.”

Filled with exhilaration, Stiles leapt up as if his energy were fully charged, vigorously shaking Scott's shoulders. “You… are you kidding me?” With a hushed tone, he scanned the area to keep an eye on everyone nearby. “No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, God, that is freaking awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since-” Before he could finish his sentence, something seemed to catch his eyes. “--Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look—” The girl persisted, step by step, as she made her way towards the school, “--Like you're gonna ignore me.” Stiles perceived Lydia as an incredibly attractive young woman with a petite figure, a fair complexion, enchanting green eyes, and beautiful strawberry-blonde hair. He greatly admired her flawless skin and vibrant hair, which reminded him of the sun. Additionally, she possessed a fashion sense akin to Jackson and embodied the essence of a popular and influential figure. “You're the cause of this, you know.” Confusion washed over Scott's face as he and Stiles joined the rest of the students, entering the school together. “Dragging' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you.”

With a deep exhale, (Y/N) jolted upright in bed. She wearily rubbed her eyes, attempting to dispel the foggy feeling in her head. It was yet another night of tossing and turning for the exhausted young woman. She had grown accustomed to it but knew that she couldn't keep going like this forever. merging from the chilly embrace of her bed, (Y/N) made her way downstairs, glancing at her watch to check the time. The arrival of the delivery van, carrying her new furniture, was imminent. However, the daunting task of purchasing all the essentials weighed heavily on her mind. She had grown accustomed to relying on her group for everything, from furniture to pencils. Now, she found herself navigating this unfamiliar territory alone.

As the sound of a horn echoed through the air, she stepped outside, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over her. With a wave, she beckoned the workmen to approach, watching as they stepped out of the van. “Morning boys.” As they kicked off the project, a beam of delight adorned her face. “I would offer you some coffee, but I haven’t got anything, sorry.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she pondered why socializing seemed like such a daunting task. The men seemed to pay no attention to her remark, instead focusing on the task of moving her belongings into the house. She couldn't help but notice their lingering gazes, taking in her exposed legs and arms adorned with dark tattoos. The weight of their judgment was palpable, making her feel self-conscious in their presence.

“Jesus this chick must have issues.” As she listened, one of them muttered from within her house. (Y/N) observed him examining the pictures she had already hung on the wall. It didn't seem like a big deal to her - just some sketches of toxic plants and a few photos from her previous residence. However, considering her old home was situated in the heart of a graveyard, she began to reconsider. Perhaps it wasn't as ordinary as she initially believed. That's probably why, she speculated... “What the fuck are in these jars?” Moving onwards, the two men explored the area, their curiosity driving them to pick up and shake the jars of bones with a mixture of repulsion and fascination. “I hope they’re from chicken wings.” With a scornful look directed at her, he chuckled and exited her living room. “Freak.” Hopefully, they’d be gone soon.

Just as she was about to stumble through an explanation, her phone erupted into a lively ringtone. Swiftly flipping open the screen, a warm smile spread across her face as she recognized the name flashing before her. “Good morning, Dr Deaton.” She spoke with excitement. “Good morning (Y/N) I hope you’re settling okay.” Curiosity sparked within him as he inquired. Meanwhile, she found solace on the porch bench, gazing out towards the serene meadow, while the men continued their barrage of insults. Determined to distance herself from their negativity, she redirected her attention to the phone, channelling her energy elsewhere. “Besides the delivery guys, it’s been okay.”

“Well, that’s good. I’ve got a big list of patients to sort out today but if you want to come by after close, I’ll get you settled in and you can meet Scott. He’s the younger boy I was telling you about.

“That sounds perfect Deaton. I’ll see you after close.”

As Scott and Stiles walked into their first-period class, they settled into their seats. The teacher began the lesson immediately, causing the boys to feel restless and uninterested in no time. “As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.” With a mischievous smile, Scott spun around to face Stiles and playfully winked at him. “And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester.” As if practised the entire class groaned.

Scott and Stiles exchanged a bored glance once more when, out of nowhere, Scott's ears were assaulted by a shrill phone ring. Surprisingly, no one in the room seemed to react to the noise, leaving Scott perplexed and furrowing his brow. Eventually, his attention was drawn to a row of windows on his left by the sound of a woman's voice. Outside, on a public bench, a young girl sat engrossed in her phone conversation. Her voice was melodic, perfectly synchronized with her moving lips as she just picked up the call. “Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.” She mumbled rummaging deep into her bag. “Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya.” Scott’s eyes followed the girl as she walked with the vice principal into the school “Sorry to keep you waiting. So, you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?” he said through the walls. Scott’s mind was muss with this discovery.” No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family.” The door to the classroom nudged. “Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while.”

As the wooden door creaked open, Scott's heart skipped a beat. Standing before him were the principal and a young woman who appeared to be a phone call girl. The woman was tall and slender, with a complexion as smooth as porcelain and delicate freckles resembling snowflakes. Her curly dark hair resembled the colour of chocolate, and her eyes were a perfect match. “Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.” As Allison entered the classroom, she noticed Scott sitting in front of her. She brushed a stray hair from her face and sat down behind him. Scott turned around and smiled at her, offering one of his pencils. Allison whispered a quick thank you, her mind racing with questions. How did he know she needed a pencil?

As the stranger made his way through the dense vegetation, his muddy trainers made a distinct crunching sound. He caught a whiff of a particular plant, but his usually sharp sense of smell was hindered by a familiar scent - burnt sage. The aroma grew stronger and stronger as he approached the overgrown meadow. Suddenly, he halted in his tracks, observing a dark cloud forming above the canopy, signalling the presence of a new owner for the abandoned cottage. It was the last thing he wanted. He dreaded the thought of another person invading his world. He silently prayed that his new neighbour wasn't the type to make small talk. The mere idea of someone knocking on his door made him shudder. He observed as the sheriff's car pulled up beside the peach-coloured vehicle that he assumed belonged to his neighbour. He quickly retreated into the woods, relieved that the unpleasant odour was fading away as he walked.

Noah gently tapped on the worn-out door of the cosy cottage. Inhaling deeply, he was greeted by an enchanting aroma that filled the air. As the door swung open, he was not only met by the familiar face of the girl he had encountered the previous night but also that captivating scent. “Something smells amazing.” The sight of his smile was so infectious that it brought a smile to her lips too. “Come on it sheriff. Just in time too.” Upon entering the cottage, Noah surveyed the newly furnished room, noticing a few boxes still left unpacked. His eyes were drawn to the various pictures of plants and animals adorning the walls, causing him to let out a sigh. “you’ve moved to the right place if you like nature.” Y/N was filled with panic as she watched him eye the mushroom and nightshade, just like the delivery men did. She breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find the jars. “Oh yeah. I studied plants and animal care in school.” the comment seemed to satisfy Noah. “So, what brings you over?” As she opened the oven, she inquired about the muffins and pulled out the baking tray. Noah's eyes widened at the sight of the delicious treats, making his mouth water in anticipation. “Well other than those muffins…” With a gentle laugh, she carefully set them on the windowsill, allowing the cool breeze to refresh them. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night.” With a casual nod, she gestured for him to take a seat on the bar stool she had just acquired for her breakfast table. Positioned by the windowsill, the two chairs allowed Noah to enjoy his muffin as it cooled to perfection. “Raspberry and dark chocolate by the way.” She mentioned watching him burn the top of his mouth impatiently.

“Okay, so you said you had just got here last night. So, I’m guessing you don’t know any more from around here?” she nodded her head calmly. “a friend of mine is acquaintances with Dr Alan Deaton, the vet. He gave me a job there. But other than Alan I don’t know anyone else. I haven’t even had the chance to go into town yet.” As she spoke, she observed him jotting down every word she uttered in his tiny notebook. “Did you see or hear anything either on the ride here or when I dropped you off?” With a quick nod of her head, she diverted his attention away from the muffin and onto herself. “About an hour or two after you left, I was sitting on the porch, and I sounded like a howl came from the woods. it might have been one of your search dogs, but I don’t know if it sounded…bigger.” She was cautious not to reveal too much, fearing that her suspicions might be correct. Above all, she wanted to protect Noah from any potential trouble he could get into. “I know there are no wolves in the state but maybe a mountain lion?” With a nod, he closed his notepad and eagerly devoured the remaining crumbs of his muffin.

“Well, since you don’t know anyone yet, I know one of the boys that you’ll be working with at the vet. Scott?” he spoke with a mouth full of sweets. “Deaton mentioned him,” she confirmed. Noah swallowed his muffin writing down an array of numbers on the pad. “This is Scott’s mum’s number. Her name is Melissa, I'll drop her a text to call you. Shell be able to show you around and get to know some people instead of staying up here all day.” With a smile, (Y/N) expressed gratitude towards him for folding the paper into her pocket. She couldn't help but wish to know someone who wasn't a police officer, even just one person.

The lacrosse field, freshly painted, was buzzing with the team's energy as eager students practised, hoping for a spot on the starting lineup. Scott and Stiles wasted no time, sprinting towards the field with their equipment bouncing against their backs. “But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you gonna do that to your best friend?” Stiles playfully teased Scott, fully aware that he had not shot at making it onto the first line. “I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the side-lines.” With a forceful thud, Scott hurled his bag onto the glass. “This season, I make the first line.” As he observed Alisson engaged in conversation with Lydia, he inhaled deeply and adjusted his stance. The captivating smile on Alisson's face had a captivating impact on him, but his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the coach. “McCall! You're on goal.” The coach surprised him by thrusting unfamiliar equipment into his unprepared hands, leaving him bewildered. “I’ve never played...” he mumbled. “I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day-back thing. Get 'em energized! Fired up! It was very clear the coach had no belief in the teenager. “...What about me?” The coach gave a reassuring pat on his shoulder and urged him towards the goalpost, his shoulder pads providing extra protection. “Try not to take any in the face.” He joked.

“Let's go! Come on.” Lydia's attention was drawn to a new boy standing nearby, prompting Allison to inquire about his identity. “Who is that?” With a tilt of her head, her strawberry blonde locks fell in a cascade of confusion around her face. “Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?” It's puzzling that she hasn't recognized him yet, considering they've been going to school together since the very beginning. “He's in my English class.” Scott's attention wavered, causing him to miss the whistle's blow and sending his focus into disarray. As a result, he stumbled and fell to the ground, leaving his teammates with an open opportunity to score effortlessly. Jackson seized the chance and struck Scott's helmet, intensifying the ringing in his ears. The field erupted with laughter, accompanied by a single "ouch" from Stiles. “Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” he smirked.

Filled with determination, Scott rose to his feet and loosened his shoulders, readying himself for the upcoming shot. As he exhaled, his breath transformed into misty puffs, resembling smoke in the cold air. The ball was thrown towards him by the next player, and with lightning-fast reflexes, Scott effortlessly caught it with his stick. The sight left everyone, including Scott himself, in awe. “Yeah!!!” The sound of Stiles' shout echoed through the air, drawing everyone's attention. As the second, third, and fourth balls effortlessly landed in Scott's net, Jackson's nonchalant demeanour quickly transformed. Coach Finstock stood there, mouth agape as if he couldn't fathom what he had just witnessed.” He seems like he's pretty good.” Allison said. “Yeah, very good,” Lydia glanced over at her boyfriend, her words barely audible as she spoke under her breath.

As Jackson stepped forward, Scott's body tightened with anticipation, bracing himself for the impending chaos that lay ahead. “Oh, God...” With lightning speed, Jackson sprinted towards the goal and launched the ball with all his might. However, to Scott's amazement, the ball appeared to be moving in slow motion, giving him ample time to catch it effortlessly. Stiles and Lydia jumped up in excitement, causing Jackson to grit his teeth in frustration. “THAT'S MY FRIEND!” Stiles cheered.

“I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.” In their quest to locate the body Scott had spotted the night before, Scott and Stiles leapt over the creek in the nature reserve. Both boys dreaded stumbling upon it, fearing it would further traumatize them. Scott's primary concern, however, was his misplaced inhaler, desperately hoping he wouldn't have to confess to his mom that he had lost it. “Smell things? Like what?” Stiles rolled his eyes, completely unconvinced by anything he had just heard. Scott exhaled deeply, turning to face Stiles with a mischievous grin on his face. “Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

”I don't even have any mint mojito—" The boy with a buzz cut searched through his cluttered pocket, carefully avoiding pens that might leak and crumpled pieces of paper, in order to locate the piece of gum he was looking for.” I told you so." Stiles wolfed down the piece not caring about the age. “So, all this started with the bite?” Scott abruptly halted him, interrupting his movement. The meadow held a sense of familiarity for the boys, as they would often come across the entrance of the abandoned cottage during their pre-teen years. They felt a sense of rebellion as they ventured into the notorious drug den. The gravel driveway was obstructed by two vehicles - Stiles' father's police car and a vintage 1952 Chevrolet with peeling peach paint. In the distance, they spotted Stiles' dad, chuckling while holding a container of what appeared to be muffins, their curiosity piqued by the person who brought joy to the sheriff. The two boys were mesmerized by the arrival of the new girl in town. She was a captivating sight, with her unique tattoos, edgy black attire, and eccentric hairstyle that perfectly matched her dark makeup and voluminous lashes. Scott and Stiles couldn't help but stare as Noah bid farewell to the goth beauty and drove away in his car, leaving them in awe.

As Noah made his way down the lane, two teenagers emerged from the bushes and eagerly flagged down a passing girl with beaming grins on their faces. “Excuse me!” The woman and her cat were taken aback by the unexpected sound made by Stiles. “Can I help you?” She shouted taking a step back as the strangers got closer. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Scott panted. “I’m Stiles I’m the sheriff’s son.” With a sense of relief washing over her, the girl greeted the world with a friendly wave. “I’m (Y/N) if you’re looking for your dad, he just left sorry.” Stiles shook his head finally catching his breath before continuing. “We came to find something. We were in the woods last night and my friend here lost his inhaler.” Scott waved with a faint hello continuing Stiles’ sentence. “Is it okay if we search the meadow, we promise to not touch anything, but I can’t afford another inhaler.” With a pleading tone, he begged for her forgiveness. The girl, however, appeared annoyed as she gazed towards her field, shielding her eyes from the bright sun. To the boys watching, her eyes sparkled like two precious gems. “Yeah, go for it guys. Be careful though I’ve just planted some bushes along the perimeter so don’t stomp on them please.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she inquired. The two boys eagerly pledged to vigorously nod their heads. With a mischievous smile, she proudly presented a basket filled with what appeared to be delicious muffins to the boys, enticing their taste buds. “For your journey weary travellers.” With a playful smile, she observed as the boys playfully snatched a muffin each, expressing their gratitude before confidently striding into the tall grass.

“Dude! She’s hot.” With a mouthful of muffins, Stiles let out an exclamation as they made their way back into the woods. They effortlessly leapt over the recently planted half-grown bushes, immersing themselves in the wilderness once again. “Dude focus! What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott panted. “You know what? I think I've heard of this. it's a specific kind of infection.” Stiles forced himself not to laugh as his friend turned around with a worried look on his face. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy.”

“What's that? Is that bad?”

“Oh, yes, it's the worst. But only once a month.”

Scott’s eyebrows arched. “Once a month?”

“Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon.” Stiles paused. “Aroooo!” With a dismissive gesture, Scott pushed his friend towards the leaf-covered ground, his eyes rolling in annoyance. “Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling!”

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!”

“I know! You're a Werewolf! Rawrrr!” With a mischievous grin, Stiles mimicked the movements of a wild animal, swiping his hands towards Scott's face like sharp claws. “Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause I’m preparing myself” Scott's finger froze mid-air, no longer indicating the same spot on the ground. The once-hidden mud now lay bare, with the leaves beneath it shattered and displaced. “No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body; the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler...” Stiles cast his gaze downwards, then scanned the surroundings with a perplexed expression. “Maybe the killer moved the body?” he mumbled. “If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty dollars.” Scott let out a deep sigh and kept his gaze fixed on the ground until Stiles gave him a sharp tap on the shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

His attention was captured by the unfamiliar voice. “Huh? This is private property.” Filled with rage, the stranger's brows furrowed, and his eyes gleamed like sharp blades as he approached the two teens who remained silent, ignoring his question. “Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know.” Stiles stuttered. “Yeah, we were just looking for something, but...” the mysterious man arched his brows impatiently. “...Uh, forget it.”

Out of nowhere, the man unexpectedly tossed Scott's inhaler, leaving both boys perplexed as to how he obtained it. Without uttering a word, he swiftly turned around and retraced his steps. Casting one final glance at Scott, he appeared to completely disregard Stiles. “Um... All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Just as Scott was about to take another step, Stiles intervened by extending his hand, effectively putting a halt to his progress. “Dude, that was Derek Hale!” he whispered hoping to not gain Scott’s attention again. “You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us. His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.” Scott's eyes grew wide with surprise as he absorbed the shocking news. “I wonder what he's doing back...” Stiles shrugged his shoulders.

Derek released a sigh of frustration while attempting to restrain a loud snarl. The aroma of charred sage permeated his nostrils, prompting him to question the reason behind his strong aversion to it.

As the night grew darker, Derek flicked on his headlights, scanning through the pouring rain, praying for a storm-free night. The rain intensified, but his wipers were working tirelessly. Just as he was about to turn onto the lane, a peach-coloured car caught his eye, seemingly parked on the roadside. It was the vintage car of his new neighbour. The urge to stop suddenly overcame him, and he couldn't explain why. Nevertheless, he pulled over onto the raised section of the roadside and put on his jacket before stepping out of his car. As he did, the pungent scent of burning sage filled his nostrils. He heard someone cursing nearby and realized that the car parked next to him was a vintage 1952 Chevrolet Style line Deluxe. “Need some help?” With a rough shout, he noticed a figure dressed entirely in black holding a phone up to the sky. The figure eventually turned around, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks.

Derek was completely captivated by this woman, seeing her as nothing short of a divine being. In comparison to him, she appeared petite, possibly in her early twenties. Her legs, which were on full display, were adorned with intricate tattoos and covered in spider web tights, giving her an edgy allure. Despite the rain, he could still make out her carefully styled hair, which was damp and clung to her neck, with a purple bandana serving as a makeshift headband. She wore a slim fur-trimmed jacket that enveloped her arms, concealing her voluptuous curves. A chunky dog collar choker adorned her neck, adding an unexpected twist. However, it was her captivating eyes that stole the show. Enhanced with dramatic purple eyeshadow and long, fluttering false lashes, her (E/C) eyes shimmered like hidden gems in a mysterious cavern.

As he gazed into her eyes, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as if it was dancing in perfect rhythm with hers. The dryness in his throat was akin to the last drop of water in a vast desert. His once sharp and alert pupils were now dilated, resembling the euphoria of consuming the most potent drug imaginable. Despite having some prior knowledge about what was happening to him, he had only been given limited information about what to anticipate. Little did he know that someone could have such a profound impact on him, but it happened, nonetheless. And he couldn't resist falling head over heels for it.

As (Y/N) glanced at the driver beside her, she nearly lost her balance. He towered over her, his tight grey shirt revealing his muscular build. His jet-black hair was styled upwards, and his blue-green eyes sparkled with a hint of gold. He was undeniably handsome. His scruffy appearance was accentuated by his olive complexion and a messy mane of dark hair. He opted for a laid-back style, donning boot-cut jeans and a sleek black leather jacket. Although he gave off a rebellious vibe, she reminded herself not to pass judgment on him.

Suddenly, the duo shook themselves out of their daze and brushed their hair aside to get a clearer view of one another. “Hi yes my car broke down and I’m gonna be late for work.” With a huff, she glanced at her phone and immediately felt a surge of panic. However, her worries were quickly eased when she saw him smiling back at her. It had been ages since he had last smiled, but he knew that she needed to see that smile in that moment. “You mind if I take a look? I’m not a mechanic but I’m the best you’re gonna get around here.” Stepping back, he ensured that she felt secure in his presence before gesturing towards the car's bonnet. “You are a lifesaver thank you so much.” She smiled grabbing her torch from her boot. “I seem to have everything you would need except the knowledge of cars.” She joked. With caution, Derek took off his jacket and placed it in the back seat, hoping to avoid any potential stains that might be difficult to remove. Meanwhile, he examined the contents of the boot, specifically a large tool bag that he had no prior knowledge of. “My friend bought me it but forgot to tell me how to use any of it before I moved out.” A chuckle escaped her lips, a mix of amusement and lingering stress from the situation. Meanwhile, (Y/N) stood by, holding the flashlight, as he opened the car's bonnet and peered inside. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.” As the raindrops gathered on her plump cupid's bow, she softly murmured while delicately wiping her lips. In response, he flashed a charming smile and playfully winked at her. “Derek. Now I would usually charge for this kind of service. but for a beautiful damsel like you, I’m sure I can risk a free MOT.” When was he a flirter? What was going on with him? Within mere moments, this girl had the power to make him feel a whirlwind of emotions. “Good news is it’s not that bad. Your battery just needs a little boost. You got any jump cables?” she nodded happily before grabbing the tool bag and handing it over to him. “Seriously though, thank you so much for this. It’s nice to know this town isn’t just full of murderers and police.”

With precision, he connected the cables to her battery and cautiously manoeuvred the cable towards his vehicle, ensuring he didn't stumble along the way. “I’m, guessing you moved here when the body was found.” With a hint of concern in his emerald eyes, he glanced up at the woman and inquired, attempting to conceal his prior knowledge. “Yeah, I live down the meadow. First night here and the police had blocked the whole road off from my home. Got a private escort and everything.” With a flick of his wrist, Derek fastened the cables to his car, conjuring his special touch to revive the lifeless vehicle. “Well, I guess that makes us neighbours.” She grinned as she observed him lowering the hood and picking up the wires. While dragging them across the pavement, the cord came perilously close to her legs, posing a tripping hazard. In an instant, Derek dropped the cables and caught her, encircling her waist with his strong arm. The electric shock that surged up his arm was matched by the shudder that ran down her back as he drew her nearby. “You, okay?” he asked. Enchanted by his rugged voice, she found herself captivated. As she leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne filled her senses, causing her to let out a soft sigh. However, she quickly snapped out of her trance, abruptly distancing herself from him, and in an instant, the warmth they both shared dissipated. They couldn't help but yearn for it once more. “Yeah, I’m okay thanks.”

With utmost caution, he proceeded to neatly coil the cable, ensuring every twist was secure and her feet were kept firmly on the ground. “My old home is in the woods next to you. I don’t live there but I’m there pretty much all the time. Be careful in the woods there’s a lot of wildlife you don’t want to mess with.” Closing her bonnet, he leaned towards the girl, savouring every moment as he absorbed her entire being. “Do you mean about the wolves in the woods?” She joked. The smile dropped from his lips. “Wolf?” he asked. “didn’t you hear it last night? The howling. It was beautiful. You know wolves only howl when they’re alone and need to find their pack.” A sigh escaped her lips. Beautiful? The notion of calling monsters beautiful was completely foreign to him. “I am guessing you’re a lover of nature.” He asked making her nod. “Just a bit.” Using a pinching motion, she playfully squeezed her glossy, black nails, resulting in a low chuckle from him. “Well, Miss Nature, I would like to claim my prize for fixing your car.” With a perplexed expression, she tilted her head, puzzled by his actions, as he sneakily took her unlocked phone. To his surprise, it was an archaic device, possibly one of the earliest models of mobile phones ever created. “In case you go wandering too far in the woods. Here’s my number. And for my prize, I hope will be me taking you out to coffee sometime.” A playful smile danced on her lips as she coyly showcased her tongue piercing, leaving him both curious and enchanted by her teasing allure. “You can cash that in whenever you want…?” she looked down at her phone spotting the new contact in her phone. “Mr Hale.” She finished. He nodded his head with a low laugh. “Sounds perfect.”

Derek strolled back to his car, casting one last glance at the girl who would undoubtedly occupy his dreams tonight. Reluctantly, he started driving away, savouring every moment spent by her side. Meanwhile, (Y/N) let out a deep sigh as she settled into the driver's seat, feeling a sense of bewilderment. With a contented smile, she began to drive, relishing the reassuring hum of her engine. However, as she glanced over her shoulder to check her blind spots, she noticed Derek's leather jacket resting on the backseat.

Closing time at the animal clinic arrived, and Scott made his way to the front entrance. With a flick of his hand, he turned the red sign to indicate that they were closed for the night. It had been a quiet evening, just the way he preferred it. Heading towards the staff area, he placed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a stack of bandages on the shelf, ready for the next day. As he lifted his shirt to replace the bandage, it appeared as though the agony he had suffered had disappeared. Uncertainty filled his mind - should he be concerned or relieved? Was the absence of pain a positive sign when it came to animal bites? Slowly, he removed the layers of tape and blood-soaked gauze, only to find flawless, unblemished skin. There was no trace of a mark anywhere.

Disregarding it as pure chance, he went back to his work, pulling along a hefty bag brimming with nourishment for felines. “Hey, kitties.” He grunted. Suddenly, the cats got extremely stirred up and started growling. The room erupted into various levels of whines, screams and hisses. Scott looked up at the cages watching them all try and claw their way out on the metal bars. He pushed himself back up locking the door behind him just in case.

As the evening settled in, the vet clinic grew quiet, bringing a sense of contentment to (Y/N) as she lugged boxes filled with her work tools. Deaton swiftly swung open the door, granting her entry with a welcoming gesture. “Not the best of nights is it, Alan.” She joked making him smile at her positive attitude. “Would be better if it was a thunderstorm at least we get a show.” As (Y/N) entered the main treatment area, she couldn't help but notice the familiar sight of the examination tables. After placing her boxes down, her hands instinctively went to her loose skin, focusing on the remaining flesh that hung on. Just then, Deaton joined her and directed her attention to a door in the far corner of the room. “This will be your office it will be locked at all times, and you will have the only key.” She thanked him lightly trying her best to ignore the zaps playing with her brain. “Well speak more in my office.” He noticed her nervous actions; her eyes never left the examination tables. “If it helps, we have table covers you can use. Just so you can’t touch the metal.” She nodded her head following him inside his office.

The two adults sat beside his desk the soft light from the lamp illuminating their faces. Deaton was a tall, lean man with dark skin and eyes his head was recently shaved head with a slight stumble framing his mouth as he smiled towards the young woman. “Miss High-Loch pretty much explained everything I needed to know about your situation.” A heavy sigh escaped him as he attempted to erase from his mind the countless struggles this young woman had endured in her mere two decades of existence. “I don’t expect protection I’m sure my people have explained this. All I want is a place to live. If my parents or anyone comes looking for me all I expect is a message or call and will be out of your hair” The vet's heart was warmed by her anxious rambling, but he was filled with immense anger at the thought of a parent treating their child in such a way. “I can offer you a place to work here. If you ever need help, call me. I am retired but for certain people, I will gladly help. Especially when they are innocent.” With a gentle swipe, she brushed away a lone tear that lingered on the edge of her eye, expressing her gratitude to him. As they both stood up, they gracefully walked towards the clinic's main entrance, opening the door together. “Before you go I'll introduce you to my other colleague.” She nodded with a small smile.

“Hey, I'd be freaked out too. I'd probably cry. And not like a man, either. Like the biggest girly girl ever. It'd be pathetic.” (Y/N) recognized the voice but couldn't quite place it. Walking alongside Deaton, they rounded the corner to find two children standing near a table, where a medium-sized dog lay across, whimpering. “Sorry didn’t realise you had a late-night patient.” With a playful tone, Deaton cracked a joke, causing the two teenagers to whirl around, their faces adorned with gentle smiles. “Sorry I know you’re closed, but I didn’t know where to go-” Deaton raised his hand in a stop motion smiling lightly. “You did the right thing. Scott looks like you did an excellent job.”

(Y/N) shifted her focus to the young boy, and it suddenly dawned on her who he was. “Nice to see you again inhaler boy.” She joked making his tan skin flush with red. “oh yeah. Thank you again. I found it.” He stuttered. “I love your tattoos.” With a smile, Allison gestured towards (Y/N), drawing attention to their newly revealed arms.

Scott carefully examined the fresh ink, which displayed a fascinating array of creatures ranging from mighty dinosaurs to tiny insects. “Oh, thanks I have a thing for cryptids.” She smiled. “Cryptids?” Scott asked. “The supernatural. You know bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, and werewolves. I’m a bit too into it all.” she joked, each time pointing to one of her pieces of art. “I’m guessing you’ve both met before,” Deaton asked the two nodding. “ (Y/N) will be working with me during the day you might see each other when you come for your evening shift.” With a mutual understanding, the pair exchanged nods and bid farewell, making their way towards the exit. However, just as she was about to leave, Deaton reached out and gently grasped her arm, compelling the girl to face him once again. “Drive safe (Y/N) I don’t know what’s going on out there with the girl, but I can assure you nothing about it is normal. Keep yourself protected.” Deaton released (Y/N) arms as she agreed to wave goodbye to the vet and walk back to her car.

At the far end of the parking lot, Scott accompanied Allison to her car, shielding themselves from the pouring rain. Scott appeared anxious while Allison opened the car door and casually placed her drenched shirt on the passenger seat. He stuttered, struggling to gather the courage to express himself. “So, um... I was wondering... I mean... Is it a family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?” With a mumble, he uttered the final words, causing a radiant smile to spread across the girl's face. “Family night was a total lie.” She giggled. “So, is that a, yes? You'll go?” Allison looked down shuffling her feet as he begged. “Definitely yes.”

Friday, September 8th

The following day, Scott got ready for the last day of try-outs by putting on his lacrosse gear. He let out a frustrated sigh as he placed his backpack in his locker. Something didn't feel right. His chest felt constricted, his breath was hot, and his skin burned. It seemed like his body was twisting and turning, with his bones cracking and muscles throbbing. Out of nowhere, Jackson startled him by slamming his gloved hand on Scott's locker. “All right, little man. How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice.” His blue eyes twitched with anger. “What?” Jackson taunted Scott by deliberately speaking slowly and mockingly, making sure to emphasize each syllable, as if he believed Scott to be the most unintelligent person on the planet. “Were. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?” Scott blinked registering the question in his brain. “My mom does all the grocery shopping.” He muttered. “Now, listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and whom you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell, you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

“Oh, you mean steroids! … Are you on steroids?”

Scott's jersey collar shot up as Jackson forcefully collided with the lockers, potentially leaving a dent in them. “What the hell is going on with you, McCall???”

“What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind.” Jackson stood frozen; his mind clouded with confusion. This time, he found himself speechless, unable to produce a clever response. He took a moment to process the passionate outburst, trying to make sense of it all. “You think you're funny, don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.” With a surge of anger, Jackson forcefully slammed his fist against the locker, mere inches away from Scott's ear. He then delivered a powerful smack on Scott's shoulder before striding away, leaving Scott feeling utterly overwhelmed in his wake.

“Scott! Scott, wait up.” With the school day behind them, the lacrosse team eagerly readied themselves for an evening of hard work and challenges. “Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?” Frustration consumed Scott as he let out a deep groan. Despite his attempt to distance himself, Stiles firmly held onto his shoulders, locking eyes with him, revealing bloodshot eyes that mirrored his anger. ”Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fibre analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!” Scott let out a frustrated sigh and turned his back on his enthusiastic companion. “Stiles, I gotta go.” Filled with anticipation for his chance to score, Scott grabbed his lacrosse stick and helmet, ready to take on the field with a determined jog. “Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!” Stiles came to a halt, his gaze fixed on Scott who seemed completely absorbed in his thoughts. He spoke softly, his voice barely audible, as he concluded his train of thought. “...It was a wolf.”

Coach Finstock positioned himself at the heart of the field, summoning the players to gather around him in a tight-knit circle, their shoulders touching. “Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!” Positioned on the sidelines, Allison prepared to take her seat on the bleachers, eager to observe the practice for the second consecutive day. Catching sight of Scott, she greeted him with a friendly wave, to which he responded with a beaming smile. “ Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. Do you make the cut? You play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh? Everything else is, uh... cream cheese.” Laughter filled the air as the group playfully bumped elbows, sharing a moment of joy and camaraderie. “Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!” he ordered.

“Let's go! Let's go!” The session kicked off with the players engaging in a drill, exchanging passes with one another while Scott maintained a lively bounce on his toes. Surprisingly, he effortlessly caught the ball with minimal exertion when it came his way once more. As he dashed across the field, he swiftly pivoted to dodge a player attempting to snatch the ball from him. Suddenly, Jackson materialized out of nowhere and forcefully tackled him to the ground. Jackson triumphantly removed his helmet and flashed a smug smirk at Scott, before casually jogging away.

Scott and Jackson faced off against each other at the start, locking eyes for a brief moment until Coach Finstock blew the whistle. To Jackson's disappointment, Scott effortlessly snatched the ball before he could react, leaving him to chase after Scott as fast as he could. Just like in yesterday's practice, time seemed to slow down for Scott, allowing him to evade the other players' attempts to tackle him, gracefully leap over a player's ankle when they tried to trip him, and ultimately perform a hands-free round-off flip over three players who tried to bring him down. Finally, Scott scored a goal by skilfully manoeuvring the ball between the goalie's legs.

Scott's jaw dropped, struggling to comprehend the unbelievable turn of events, while Jackson's face contorted with a mix of anger and curiosity, desperate to uncover Scott's hidden secret. In the blink of an eye, this geek had transformed from a clumsy player to a lacrosse sensation overnight. It was clear that something was amiss. As Scott triumphantly raised his fists in the air, his teammates rushed towards him, playfully patting him on the back, while Allison rose from her seat in the stands, applauding and cheering for his remarkable achievement. “McCall! Get over here!” With a thunderous roar, the coach's voice echoed across the field, causing the mass of players to scatter and create a path for his entrance. “What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?”

“No, Coach.” He stuttered. “What the hell was that?”

“I don't know. I-I was just trying to make the shot.”

“Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?” the coach slapped his padded arm. “You're startin', buddy. You made the first line. Come on!” Stiles, sitting on the bench, was the only player who didn't share in the excitement, sighing heavily as he racked his brain to understand what was troubling his closest friend.

As soon as (Y/N) completed her initial shift at the clinic, she ventured into the enchanting woods that encircled her meadow. Along her journey, she collected an assortment of mushrooms and leaves, relishing in the beauty of nature. With each step, the crisp sound of leaves under her feet echoed, while she gracefully bent around rocks and puddles. As the birds chirped, their soothing melodies provided her with a sense of tranquillity, gradually drowning out the cacophony that had taken hold of her thoughts. Surrounded by the serenity of the woods, she found solace in the embrace of nature, even though the haunting echoes of her past experiences lingered in her mind. The persistent buzzing sounds continued to torment her, a constant reminder that true safety remained elusive.

Little did she know, Derek was stealthily tailing her every move. His emerald eyes were locked onto the well-worn leather jacket draped over her shoulders. The fragrance of his presence mingled with the lingering aroma of sage, which had been relentlessly pursuing him for the past forty-eight hours.

As her foot made contact with the decaying wood, she hesitated for a moment. The wood, now a dark shade of black, disintegrated beneath her weight. With her captivating (E/C) eyes, she gazed up at the remnants of what used to be a house. As (Y/N) cautiously entered the ruins, she carefully watched her every step to avoid any potential falls. The remnants of the once cherished abode were now filled with water, remnants of the previous night's rainfall, forming small puddles that dripped down. Uncertain about what to do, he hesitated in deciding whether to approach the girl who appeared concerned for her safety amidst the ruins. The eerie atmosphere of his old home, now in ruins, had momentarily diverted his attention from rescuing her, fearing she might be snooping around. Suddenly, her basket dropped to the ground with a loud thud, jolting her back to reality. Her eyes welled up with tears as she lifted the basket, her trembling hands betraying her fear of the house. Removing her shoulder covering, she unveiled a plethora of tattoos beneath a brown tank top. But it was the werewolf tattoo, with its piercing red eyes, that left him utterly astounded. At that moment, he realized she must have possessed knowledge about the supernatural realm; otherwise, it would have been an extraordinary coincidence.

Once again, he trailed behind her as they ventured deeper into the woods, eventually coming to a halt just outside her house. A sudden pause made Derek wonder if she had caught sight of him, but she merely turned around while he swiftly concealed himself behind a nearby tree. (Y/N) knelt down, retrieving a carefully crafted stick from the ground. But upon closer inspection, it was not just any stick—it was an arrow. She carefully examined the intricate details before delicately placing it in her basket. Left behind by the full moon, a sweet scent of sage filled his nostrils as she leapt into the bushes near her house. The familiar aroma overwhelmed Derek, forcing him to kneel in agency. It was Wolfsbane, a vibrant purple flower that had mysteriously bloomed overnight. His eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be?

With a click, (Y/N) secured her front door and carefully set the basket of precious items on the kitchen table. Resting beside it, a sleek black jacket lay neatly folded, catching her attention. A moment of hesitation passed before she reached out to pick it up, all the while feeling the scrutinizing gaze of her feline companion. “What?” she asked as the feline tilted his head. “Stop judging me Bones.” Before slipping on the jacket, she muttered under her breath, "It's not my fault he forgot it." Curiously, she discreetly took a quick sniff of the collar, detecting a blend of pine and dog. Wet dog? Probably a dog lover. With a contented sigh, she eagerly looked forward to Monday night.

After a long day of practice, Stiles made a beeline for his bedroom. As he entered, the room was engulfed in darkness, with only the glow of his computer illuminating the space. Eager to delve into the world of Werewolves, he began his online exploration by delving into articles about Lycaon, the legendary first Werewolf. Intrigued, Stiles then turned his attention to an ancient, worn-out book titled The History of Lycanthropy. However, his thirst for knowledge was not quenched, and he returned to his computer to scour the internet for more articles. Growing increasingly concerned by what he had discovered, Stiles decided to print out an old sketch depicting a Hunter aiming at a transformed Werewolf with a crossbow. By the time he finished his research, his room was transformed into a chaotic mess, with piles upon piles of paper scattered everywhere.

Out of nowhere, a loud knock-on Stiles' door jolted him from his seat. Stiles pondered his next move, but eventually shut his MacBook and made his way to the bedroom door. With a sigh, he opened it to find Scott waiting with a grin on his face. “Get in.” Scott's eyes swept across the room, taking in the multitude of printout pages and books that filled the space. It was a stark contrast to the usual appearance of Stiles' room. “You gotta see this thing. I've been up all-night reading-- websites, books, all this information.” With concern etched in his brown eyes, Scott gently placed his backpack on the floor beside Stiles' bed, never once taking his gaze off his friend. “How much Adderall have you had today?” Stiles paused at the question before mumbling “A lot.” Stiles shook his head before changing the subject. “Doesn't matter, okay? Just listen.” Scott settled onto the dishevelled bed while Stiles dragged his desk chair nearer. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” Scott inquired, but Stiles simply shook his head in response. “No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.” Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise as he looked at the newly introduced man. “Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day?”

“Yes. But that's not it, okay? Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods... I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?”

“It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.”

“Whole pack of wolves?”

“No-- Werewolves.”

Frustration began to bubble up inside Scott as he rose to his feet, convinced that Stiles was playing an elaborate prank on him. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.” Scott hastily slung his backpack over his shoulder, preparing to depart. However, just as he was about to make his exit, Stiles swiftly seized his arm and firmly placed his other hand on Scott's chest. “I saw you on the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible.” Ignoring Stiles' accusation, Scott attempted to brush it off and made another attempt to depart from the situation. “Yeah, so I made a good shot.” With a swift motion, Stiles snatched Scott's backpack and flung it onto his bed, eager to rummage through its contents in search of something specific.

“No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore.” With a swift motion, Stiles grabbed Scott's phone and effortlessly slid it open, unveiling the vibrant glow of the screen. “Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow. “The moment those words reached Stiles' ears; a wave of panic washed over him. Concern for Scott's safety and the people around him consumed his thoughts, leaving him feeling overwhelmed. “Tomorrow?! What? No! it says it takes 48 hours for the curse to infect the body. Your 48 hours end tonight. Don't you get it?”

Scott's frustration reached such a peak that his words stumbled and faltered, his speech becoming riddled with stutters, while he engaged in a heated argument with Stiles. “What are you trying to do? I-I just made the first line. I-I got a date with a girl whom I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

“I'm trying to help!”

“You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

“Bloodlust?”

“Yeah, your urge to kill.”

A low rumble escaped from Scott's throat, catching Stiles' attention. “I'm already starting to feel the urge to kill, Stiles.” In a desperate frenzy, Stiles snatched The History of Lycanthropy book from his cluttered desk and began reciting its contents aloud, hoping to persuade Scott with every word he uttered. “You gotta hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise their pulse as Allison does. You gotta cancel this date I'm gonna call her right now.” Stiles opened the phone again scrolling through Scott’s few contacts. “What are you doing?” Scott growled louder.” I’m cancelling the date.”

“No, give it to me!”

In a sudden burst of anger, Scott forcefully grabbed the phone from Stiles' grasp, carelessly letting it fall to the ground. He then forcefully pushed Stiles against the wall, his fist poised to strike. However, after a moment of reflection, Scott released his grip on Stiles and redirected his frustration by hurling his desk chair across the room. Stiles' face filled with terror as Scott's actions sank in, and Scott's remorse washed over him almost instantly. With a heavy heart, he glanced down at the floor, his face etched with shame, and quietly muttered an apology to Stiles. “I'm sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party.”

With a rapid motion, Scott grabbed his phone and slung his backpack over his shoulder, making his way towards the exit. He cast a final apologetic glance at Stiles before departing. “I'm sorry.” As soon as Stiles' friend disappeared from his view, he couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. However, his distress was still evident as he forcefully grabbed his desk chair and placed it back down. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed four deep gashes resembling claw marks on the leather cover of the chair. It was clear that tonight was not going to unfold smoothly for him.

Derek traced the path of the wolfbane bushes across her property until he reached the end of her driveway. It seemed impossible that the wolfsbane had suddenly appeared after being hidden underground for just two days. Suspicion grew within him, suspecting that she had a hand in this peculiar occurrence. He desperately hoped that her interest in the plant was purely aesthetic, and not indicative of something more sinister, like being a hunter. As he pondered, the sound of jingling keys echoed through the air, signifying (Y/N) leaving the house. Wrapped in her beloved leather jacket, she exuded a captivating aura that weakened his knees. The jacket suited her perfectly, and as she sniffed its collar, a surge of excitement coursed through her body. Overwhelmed by pleasure, the man couldn't help but groan as he watched her relish in his scent, their connection palpable. Derek discreetly positioned himself behind a tree, observing as her car disappeared down the road, leaving him longing for her presence.

The anticipation of their scents intertwining made his pulse quicken, causing a stir in his black jeans. Thoughts of claiming her as his own flooded his mind, contemplating ways to leave his mark through clothing, marks, scents, and the chemistry of their bodies. Struggling to maintain control, his fangs clenched together, reminding him of the last time he felt this powerless, back when he was a teenager navigating the complexities of his changing physique. Hoping for a different outcome this time, he silently pleaded for this woman to be unlike the others. However, the mere thought of her ignited a fiery anger within him, fuelling a desire to tear her apart if they were to cross paths again. The fear of heartbreak loomed, but he was determined to win her over, despite the haunting tattoo on her back that served as a reminder of his past. Hopefully, she wouldn't possess the same murderous tendencies as his ex.

Just before losing control, he instinctively seized a piece of the purple plant, tightly holding onto it with a gloved hand, before disappearing into the enigmatic woods once again.

Scott and Allison made their grand entrance to the party just in time. The crowd was already in high spirits, paying no attention to the unfamiliar face leading the event, and the music was blasting, creating the perfect atmosphere for them to dance the night away. As they made their way through the house, they discovered a lively scene on the back patio, with partygoers enjoying themselves by the pool. Amidst the excitement, Scott noticed a mysterious figure casting a dark shadow near the fire pit by the yard's entrance. Derek Hale and Scott locked eyes, their tension palpable. However, their intense moment was interrupted by the neighbour’s dog, which began barking at Derek. Instantly, Derek shifted his focus to the rottweiler, commanding it to silence. Once the dog quieted down, Derek turned back to face Scott, who had taken Allison further onto the dance floor. “You, okay?” Allison interrupted Scott's intense gaze at the enigmatic man, demanding his attention. But when Scott turned his head back, Derek had mysteriously disappeared. “What? Yeah, I'm fine.”

Scott and Allison moved in rhythm to the music beside the pool. As the beat intensified, Allison gently wrapped her arm around Scott's neck, drawing them closer together. With a playful smile, she lovingly ran her fingers through the back of his hair before nuzzling her face against his neck. Scott's eyes wandered until they landed on Lydia and Jackson, locked in a passionate embrace against one of the pillars in front of the house. As Jackson began to kiss and nibble on Lydia's neck, she suddenly glanced up, breaking free from the intense moment. Scott couldn't help but stare at her, noticing a peculiar look in her eyes, as if she were envisioning him instead of her athletic boyfriend.

Allison and Scott stood face-to-face, their noses almost touching, ready to conclude the night with a passionate kiss. As the moon began to cast its enchanting spell on him, Scott's fingers instinctively gripped the back of Allison's jacket. However, a sudden and excruciating headache overwhelmed him, causing his vision to blur, and forcing him to reluctantly break away from his beloved dream girl. “Are you okay?” As she observed, he stumbled his way into the house, she inquired about his condition. “I'll be right back.”

Scott stumbled his way into the house, abandoning Allison in the backyard. As he made his way through the dining room, his eyesight began to tremble. He brushed past Stiles, his balance wavering. “Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles' voice trembled and cracked as he spoke, leaving Scott feeling unsettled. The weight of the moment was too much for Scott to handle, causing him to ignore Stiles' question and hastily navigate his way through the house and out into the garden. Without hesitation, he sprang into his mother's car and sped away, leaving a bewildered Allison standing alone on the porch, trying to make sense of it all. “Allison.” the brunette spun her head round, her gaze fixated on a man wearing a jacket. His piercing green eyes held her captive, casting a spell on her akin to a mesmerizing cobra. “I'm a friend of Scott's.” he finished “My name's Derek.”

Scott sprinted up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He swiftly locked the bedroom door and slumped down against it, feeling a mix of anxiety and adrenaline coursing through his veins. The intense heat of his sweat made his skin tingle, and his hands throbbed with an inexplicable force. Letting out a pained groan, he stumbled into the ensuite, hastily removing his jacket and t-shirt. Seeking solace, he sought refuge in the bathtub, turning on the shower to wash away the overwhelming emotions. As the water washed away his sweat, he felt a brief sense of relief. However, his relief quickly turned to agony as he clenched his teeth in pain and anxiously ran his right hand across his face. When he glanced down at his water-soaked palms, he was filled with horror to discover his fingernails transforming into long, razor-sharp claws. These dark-coloured talons were now his new reality.

In a state of panic, he rushed out of the shower. Scott's heart raced as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the medicine cabinet. The sight of his canines transforming into fangs and his irises shimmering like molten gold left him utterly bewildered. Suddenly, a forceful knock echoed through his bedroom door, intensifying his already heightened anxiety. “Go away.” A low, menacing growl escaped his lips as he anticipated his mother's arrival, but the persistent knocking persisted, unfazed by his reaction. “Scott, it's me.” The sound of Stiles' voice echoed faintly from behind the wooden door. Recognizing his best friend, Scott reluctantly unlocked the door but only allowed it to open a crack. Leaning his forehead against the door, Scott fought to steady his breathing, trying to regain control. “Let me in, Scott. I can help.” Panic sets in as the realization dawns on him that Stiles is drawing nearer, regretting not heeding his friend's advice from the start. It's uncanny how his friend always seems to be spot-on about the most peculiar matters. “No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.” With his fresh set of full gums, he stumbled over his words as he tried to adapt to the unfamiliar sensation. “She's fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's-she's fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is—"

“Dude, just let me in! We can try—”

“It's Derek. Derek Hale is the Werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.” Stiles took a moment to absorb the latest information Scott had shared with him, carefully considering his response before delivering the news that Scott was dreading to hear. “Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party...” he stuttered.

With a forceful bang, Scott forcefully shut the door once more, only to swiftly escape through the window as if it were a trivial task. Unaware of his friend's departure, Stiles frantically pounded on the door, desperately calling out Scott's name. Meanwhile, Scott's physical appearance underwent a complete transformation as he sprinted through the dense forest. His eyebrows became furrowed, his ears pointed, mutton chops adorned his face, and his eyes emitted a mesmerizing golden glow. Claws and fangs completed his newfound features. His elongated canine teeth glistened with saliva as he unleashed a fierce roar. Scott's first stop was Derek's car, conveniently parked near the entrance sign of the reserve. A quick glance inside confirmed that neither Allison nor Derek were present, prompting him to venture back into the dense forest.

Scott's mind was consumed by rage towards Derek as he relentlessly pursued the sweet scent of Allison. He couldn't help but wonder what game Derek was playing by involving Allison in the first place. However, as Scott noticed Allison's jacket hanging on a broken branch, he realized that it was her scent he had been following all along, not his date's. “Where is she?” With a low, menacing growl, he anxiously scanned the surroundings, desperately hoping that Derek was nearby. “She's safe... from you.” In the silence, a haunting echo reverberated through the air. Scott's eyes darted across the expanse of grass, searching for any sign of another presence. Suddenly, the world seemed to tilt as the ground rushed towards him. Derek's powerful grip held him firmly, forcing his face into the earth. With a swift motion, the older man hoisted him up, only to forcefully press him against a sturdy tree, the impact resonating with a resounding slam.

“What did you do with her?” Scott mumbled under his breath, straining to catch a glimpse of Derek's wolf form before he transformed back. All he managed to see were the glinting fangs, which only served to confirm his suspicions. “Shh, quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run.” Derek yanked Scott up from the ground and guided him further into the dense forest. Abruptly, a dazzling beam of light halted their progress, causing an object to forcefully pierce Scott's arms, pinning him against yet another tree. A low growl escaped his lips. Out of nowhere, three men emerged from the shadows, led by a figure who had a crossbow pointed directly at Scott. Derek observed the scene from afar, maintaining his distance. “Take him.”

Without wasting a moment, Derek swiftly incapacitated the two men standing closest to him, leaving their leader at a disadvantage. Seizing the opportunity, Derek swiftly removed the arrow lodged in Scott's arm, causing him to let out a pained roar. Sensing the chaos, the two assailants hastily retreated, leaving their leader to tend to his fallen comrades. However, when he turned his attention back to the tree, he discovered that Scott had mysteriously disappeared. Determined to catch up with the fleeing wolves, Derek pressed on, only to abruptly halt as he stumbled upon a trail of wolfsbane. “Stop turning that way.” With a commanding tone, he directed Scott towards the bustling streets, urging him to steer clear of the poisonous flower.

After catching sight of the road, Derek and Scott decided to take a break and let the younger one catch his breath. Scott, who had returned to his human form, collapsed to his knees as he recuperated from the intense ordeal of transforming into a Werewolf, fearing for Allison's safety, and being targeted by Hunters. Although it wasn't the smoothest transformation night Derek had witnessed, given the difficult circumstances, the young boy handled it admirably. As he glanced at Derek, his face displayed a mix of frustration and resentment. “Who were they?” A low, menacing growl escaped his lips as he sensed his sharp teeth gradually shrinking. “Hunters. The kind that has been hunting us for centuries.”

“Us? You mean you! You did this to me!” Derek couldn't help but roll his eyes in exasperation. ” Is it so bad, Scott? That you can see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The Bite is a gift.” Scott let out an exasperated sigh, clearly unimpressed with his remark. A gift? “I don't want it.” Scott didn't see this as a gift at all. “You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it.” As Derek's hand gently rested on Scott's shoulder, his emerald eyes magically transformed into a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue in an attempt to frighten the poor new blood. “So, you and me, Scott? We're brothers now.”

Monday, September 11th

Stiles and Scott returned to school, their weekend spent relaxing and reflecting on all that had transpired. They also crafted a convincing tale for Allison, ensuring that their adventures remained a secret. “You know what worries me the most?” Scott inquired, and Stiles steered the vehicle into the school's parking lot. “If you say "Allison," I'm gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now.”

“I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' Werewolf.” With a forceful push, Scott forcefully shut the sturdy metal door of the jeep. “Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

As the sun streamed through her sheer curtains, (Y/N) leisurely tidied up her bed. Bones, her black furball of a pet, playfully rolled around on her pillow, leaving a trace of his presence. Annoyed, she glanced at the mess he created, but before she could fix it, her phone suddenly rang, startling her. With a quick glance at the caller ID, she eagerly answered the call, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Well good morning, Mr mechanic.” With a playful grin, she playfully gathered the bones and playfully set them down on the floor.

“How about that coffee date?” With a smile on his face, he closed the door of the sturdy house and proceeded to unlock his car door. “I’ll be ready in five minutes do you want me to meet you in town?” Seating himself in the driver's seat, he expertly guided the car out of the remaining portion of the driveway. “Not a chance I'll come pick you up. Don’t even think about bringing your purse with you I’m paying.”

In a hurry, (Y/N) raced down the stairs and quickly settled on the bench outside. With determination, she tried to tie her shoes using only one hand. “I can’t do that you helped me with my car and let me pay.”

“No can do. My mother raised me better than that.”

“Well, we will see about that Derek. I’ll race you to the card reader.”

“May the best person win.”

As the boys stepped outside the doors, they realized how swiftly the school day had passed. “So, what happened? You left me stranded at the party.“ As Scott glanced back, he caught sight of Allison's gaze fixed upon him, filled with an unmistakable sense of betrayal. “Yeah, I-I know, I know. I'm sorry, I am. But you're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason.” Stiles made his way towards his trusty jeep, ensuring the two teens got some privacy. “Did you get sick?” Scott lets out a deep breath, his thoughts replaying the events of Friday night in his mind. “...I had an attack of something,” he mumbled. “Am I gonna get an explanation?” Scott hesitated briefly, carefully constructing his sentence. “Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?” Allison let out a deep sigh, creating a gentle ticking sound with her lips. “Am I gonna regret this?” Scott shrugged sheepishly smiling lightly. “Probably. So, is that a "yes" on a second chance?” With a slow nod of her head, Allison brought a surge of joy to the werewolf's heart. Their smiles exchanged in a fleeting moment, only to be abruptly interrupted by the blaring of a car horn nearby. As Allison's gaze lifted to locate the origin of the noise, she caught sight of a familiar burgundy SUV, signalling her departure from the date. “That's my dad. I better go.”

Scott was just about to head back to the school for his lacrosse practice when a familiar scent hit his nose, causing him to abruptly change direction. It was the unmistakable combination of gunpowder and pine, the same scent from the previous night. As he glanced towards the SUV, he noticed her father stepping out of the car - the very same man who led the group of Hunters that had shot him a few nights ago. Mr Argent's eyes locked onto them, causing Scott to be momentarily speechless. With a hint of awkwardness, he waved at them using his gloved hand, unsure of how to react.

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