You had never expected your life to end up like this—total chaos. You'd thought high school was supposed to be fun. It had been at least during freshman year. You had made new friends and gone on crazy little 'adventures' with Scott and Stiles. Then sophomore year happened.
Abruptly, everything you had once known came crumbling down. Thrown into a world of werewolves and supernatural creatures, you never stood a chance.
The boy beside you sighed, his head leaning back to rest against the wall. "I don't know," he croaked, his voice cracking. He held your hand, squeezing it—a subtle reminder that he was actually there and that you weren't just conjuring him up in your mind.
You stared across the room, searching the blank wall of Stiles room for something that wasn't there. "I'm tired, Stiles."
It felt weird being so numb. Everything around you seemed to pass by, and you were stuck in place. Left behind.
What were you supposed to do now? Continue living like this. You didn't want that.
No.
You wanted Allison back.
You wanted the past two months to disappear like they never happened at all. You wanted your Stiles back, the one who always lit up the room. He was gone, though.
Just like Allison.
"I don't think I can get through this," you whispered, shifting uncomfortably in the black dress that scratched at your skin.
The funeral had been beautiful. It's what Allison deserved. Everyone had come to mourn her. You had even seen Coach wiping away a few tears during the burial. Lydia had said a few words. Scott had done an entire speech that had everyone crying in their seats. You had gotten to see your friend one last time.
She was supposed to be your maid of honor at your wedding one day.
And now she was gone.
Stiles huffed, smiling bitterly. "I don't think you have a choice." He replied, tilting his head to look at you from where you sat next to him on the floor of his room.
"Our lives have really turned into a mess," you weakly responded.
Stiles shrugged, looking back at the ground blankly. "We've come a long way from just being regular teenagers."
"I guess we are the last two humans of the bunch now."
Stiles rolled his eyes, and he nudged your shoulder, getting your attention. "Hey, at least we have each other," he said.
Your lips slowly curled up in a smile, though it was hollow. You squeezed his hand, raising it and pressing a kiss on his knuckles. "Amen to that, Stilinski."
not me writing insecure Stiles again but with baby Eli on his hands fully dependant on him and he has to be strong for his Eli but can't, because he feels lost and alone (he doesn't know that alpha Derek Hale is already going feral over both of them and is planning the juiciest courting in his life to free them and claim for himself)
No one knows what really happened in the preserve the night Scott McCall died. Some say it was an animal attack. Some say someone killed him and tried to cover it up. Some say he’s not even dead, and that he faked his own death to escape the small town life.
Stiles knows better though, knows that what he saw that night was neither a person nor an animal, and he’s determined to find out the truth behind his best friend’s murder.
Enter Derek Hale.
Or: the rewrite where Scott dies twenty minutes into the first episode and Stiles goes on a quest to avenge his best friend's murder, unknowingly stepping into the supernatural world until he's drowning in it. He meets Derek along the way.
The more I think about it, the more I am increasingly charmed by the idea of Derek finding lil baby Eli on the nemeton stump and and being like, "Well, I'm clearly the only person responsible enough to raise this baby" and just adopting Eli and then everyone throws a "So You Found A Baby" party for him.
I also am in love with the idea that Stiles buys little baby clothes and it's, like, a little pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, and Peter is fucking horrified in the corner, drinking a glass of wine, wondering why he's been cursed to witness so much flannel.
the idea of the nemeton gifting derek a baby is incredibly charming and fairy tale like. the nemeton benevolently wanting to apologize to derek like "sorry about all the shit that happened to you that was sort of my fault. here's a cute baby xoxoxox"
i also love the idea of eli imprinting on stiles like a duckling and just becoming his little shadow when he's around which is both terrifying and insanely attractive to derek. the sheriff thinks it's hilarious and is more than happy to babysit. stiles becoming really involved with eli is [chef's kiss].
lydia being a doting fairy godmother because someone has to have taste (not you, peter) and she's done the research to help improve eli's cognitive development.
malia being the fun kind of aunt who helps eli commit baby crimes. she'd encourage independence and play with him because lbr she's not nurturing exactly and derek doesn't trust her to babysit for extended periods but malia would be fun.
liam has no idea what to do with a child. don't even ask. he's just a tall toddler himself. he's the one to be like "mood" when eli cries.
scott is the one who carries all sorts of cool bandaids. the ones that have batman and paw patrol and disney characters. his mother was a nurse damn it and he's a vet. scott is a patient person and has a calm bedside manner. scott mccall would coo at babies and play peek a boo in a grocery store line. because fuck you jeff davis scott is a softie and would still talk to people and make sure derek was okay at minimum.
peter being peter about it. you know he'd watch over that kid like a mother hen and pretend he wasn't. derek would have mixed feelings about this. peter would also try to get rid of the plaid that has entered eli's wardrobe. it's his chosen battle.
Okay something I just realized is that Derek and Paige both died at the same place. Paige died at the roots of the Nemeton and Derek died ontop of it😭😭😭😭