@drgrlfriend asked what my ultimate pick is for Stiles’ future job. Do I see the FBI as a good fit for him, or see him going into something else? And offered a lot of great alternative suggestions: small town Sheriff, consulting mage, mercinary Hunter, history professor…
There are a lot of good thoughts in here, but I’m going to start out by saying that I do not see Stiles being happy long-term in the FBI. I can understand why he would decide to go into it –– putting his investigative skills and desire to make a difference to good use. In theory, it sounds like a good fit. But I’ve never been thrilled with the idea of Stiles as a police officer because of all of the inherent red tape, the rules and regulations he’d have to accept and work around, and the authority he’d have to answer to… and the FBI will be a hundred times worse on all these counts.
So I imagine Stiles chafing and pushing against all the authority and restrictions, getting reprimanded constantly for doing the smart thing or the right thing instead of doing things the way they’re supposed to be done. I can picture him getting pulled off field work and thrown into some basement somewhere to do research –– because they know he’s brilliant, ok, but they can’t afford to have him going off-book in the field (and Stiles just isn’t the type of person not to go off book if he thought he could do more good that way).
Not to mention that –– assuming the FBI doesn’t have some sort of supernatural investigation division –– Stiles is going to undoubtedly encounter things he can’t explain to his superiors, cases where he recognizes that crime lord as a werewolf or realizes that series of deaths is caused by a wendigo, and then how is he supposed to handle that in the middle of all this bureaucracy?
Stiles is 100% suited for investigative work, but he’s not suited government jobs. My personal favorite job for him is a private detective, and the amazing thing with that is that he could take human jobs and supernatural ones, get help from his supernatural allies on things like tracking suspects and investigating crime scenes without having to explain away their qualifications to higher ups, and just generally do whatever he needs to do to get the job done. Picture Stiles Stilinski, Veronica Mars-style, snarking his way through solving cases, with Derek and Lydia dropping by from time to time to help him out.
A/n: hey there!I’m finally posting the first part of these series that I’m really enjoying so far :3 it’s my weakness for sure. this part doesn’t have much in it, because i wanted to set the story first before developping anything, so I hope you enjoy
Also, a big thank you to Iheartdonkeykong, who inspired me hugely to write this, go ahead and read her series if you haven’t, it’s so good :3
doorbell, she waited at the door step of their neighbours’ house. It was a
chilly morning, and she was wrapped in her cardigan, praying for someone to
just open the door. As if on cue, the front door swung open.
“Hi Mr. Hemmings,
is Mrs. Hemmings home?” she asked once she was met with the older man. The
Hemmings have been their neighbours for as long as she could remember, wich
made the two families quite close. “Come in (y/n)” he welcomed her with a warm
smile, opening the door further allowing her to step in. “She’s upstairs in the
bedroom” he informed her. There was no need for him to show her the way, she’s
litterately been in their house so many times he can’t even remember. It was
quite common for her mom or dad to send her over whenever needed.
stairs, her legs lead her directly towards the main bedroom. Knocking on the
door, she entered once she heard Liz’s hum of approval. “Hi Mrs. Hemmings” she
greeted, a smile on her lips. She had always admired Liz throughout her
childhood, and cherished her dearly. “Well, hello there (y/n)! How’re you
doing?” the blond woman greeted her back, pulling her into a quick hug. “I’m
alright. I just wanted to come by and tell you that mom’s hosting a little
gathering Sunday morning. She’d love for you to come.” (y/n)’s mother was known
around the neighborhood for hosting such get- togethers, she’s call them her
chill Sundays where she’d spend quality time with her friends. She bid her
neighbour farewell once the latter confirmed that she was coming.
making her way towards the staircase when something caught her eye. The door at
the start of the corridor was wide open, granting her full view into the
inside. It was somewhat a shock for her, since she had never seen that door
open, ever. Everytime she came over, that door would be locked as if it was
containing a mystery. Curiosity got the best of her, as she took a step forward,
earning a better look into the room. It was fairly messy; the walls were
covered by one too many posters, the navy blue comforter laying on the floor. She was
too caught up in her thoughts that she missed the sound of footsteps
approaching her. That is until she was startled by a voice behind her, snapping
her out of her trance. “Ah! Curiosity killed the cat miss (Y/n), didn’t it?”
Turning around, she was met with striking blue eyes staring down at her with
amusement. Luke was standing in front of her, hands in his pockets, his tall
stature and posture intimidating her. He was in a comfy pair of sweats and a
tank top, a few strands of hair sticking out of his beanie.
“I-I…I was just-uh,
t-talking to Mrs. Hemmings…um, yeah… sorry” she was overall stumbling,
mentally cursing herself for embarassing herself so much in front of him.
Keeping her gaze down in vain hopes of hiding her bluch from him, she excused
herself climbing down the stairs as fast as she could.
Luke lifted his right
hands, rubbing his neck as watched her run out the door. He bit down on his lip
ring smirking, though he had to admit that he was partly dissppointed that she
ran away before he could say anything else. Luke’s and (y/n)’s relation was… a
little weird? They’re the kind of neighbours that spent half of their childhood
playing in mud and taking naked baths together, then just grew apart but still
carry those embarassing moments with them. Neither could really pinpoint
exactly when they stoped hanging out together, it just happpened along the way
and they never questionned it. Luke earned a reputation, going from the nice kid
in elementary to the badboy at the end of junior highschool. No one dared to cross
his path, and endless rumors flew around him, but he never seemed phased by any
of that. As for (y/n), she soon became class president and managed to stay out
of causing any conflict with her classmates. Little did they knew, their paths were about
to cross once again.
forgot it!” she cursed under her breath, desperately looking for her litterature
textbook inside her locker. As if that class wasn’t dreadful enough, she had to
forget her book at home. Closing her locker with a thud, she sighed once more
hoping that she wouldn’t get into much trouble.
“What’s wrong baby girl?”
Rolling her eyes, she turned around yet couldn’t contain her smile when she
found Calum leaning on his locker which was right next to hers. She took a
mental note of how flattering his leather jacked looked over his school uniform
blazer. Shaking her head at her thoughts, she looked up to see him waiting for
her response. “I forgot my textbook, and I’m really not in the mood to have Mr.
Fitz’ yelling about how we’re all not appreciating his class as much as we’re
supposed to be” she finished he sentence with a scoff, recalling her teacher’s
speech. Leaning in, Calum held her chin between his index and thumb, grinning
when her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “Well then, baby girl, why don’t
come and skip last period with me? It would be more fun than that dead-ass
class. What do you say? Run off with me?”
It was the same as always, Calum
proposing to skip school but her answer had never changed. She pretended to
think for while before answering him, “As fun as it sounds to run away with you
to the sunset Cal, I think I’ll pass. And I suggest you do too.”
Letting go of
her chin, he tapped her nose with his index finger smiling down at her. “You’re
no fun” he joked and watched as she scruched her face at his remark, sticking
out her tong teasingly. Dropping his hand, he sent her a wink before walking
away, shouting over his shoulder “Alright then, see ya later”.
She watched as
he quickly walked out of the school entrance before getting caught. It was
truly Calum’s natural behavior; he basically never attends all of his classes
for the day. And even if he attended a class, he’d occupy the last seat in the
classroom looking bored out of his mind. (Y/n) found herself wondering if she
was the only student who realised that his behavior didn’t affect his grades
not one bit, the only one to know that he was actually ahead of the whole class
without even trying. Still, it wasn’t that hard to grasp; Calum had most people
fooled by his edgy look and defiant personna. He was what you would classify as
the badboy, the punk-ass who hangs out with the other punks. His multiples
tattoos hidden under the sleeves of his school uniform and his lack of
attandance leading everyone besides his teachers and (y/n) to believe that he
was having fun at failing at every class. Secretly, the boys envied him for the
power he held over all of the students, for his looks and mostly for the amount
of attention he got from the girls. It was definitely hard to compete with his
never-ending reputation. Yet, much to the girls’ disappointment, he never
really gave anyone a second look. So it was naturally a shock for everyone when
he would actually stop his glorious walk throught the halls to talk to (y/n).
She would classify what they had as friends, maybe, in a way. It was kind of
weird, but they were both used to pestering eachother during classes, or joke
around during lunch break. It was a weird friendship that included flirting and
teasing, but never really got the chance to escalade more than that. However,
they were both enjoying what they had.
including Michael Clifford, would describe Mr. Barnes’ History class as the
most boring class on earth. 90% of the class slept right through it, and the
remaining struggled to stay awake. The only problem was that Mr. Barnes was
very strict when it came to giving marks, resulting to giving a bunch of C’s and D’s
to the whole class, occasionally a few B’s. And then, there was (y/n) who came
in first and walked out last of his class- and the other classes for that
matter. Her enthousiasm for the class that everyone dreaded was almost
unimaginable. She resulted into being the only one participating, thus getting
a good mark in his class. Mr. Barnes enjoyed her attendance as much as she
appreciated his, happy to find at least one of his students actually focusing
on his random rambling about historical events.
School was just her thing, as
bizzare as the majority of the students thought. Her usual seat was at the very
front of the class, whereas Michael’s was at the furthest corner of the
classroom, the closest one to the window granting him full view outside. He’d
noticed her of course, she was kind of hard to miss as it was mainly her voice
and Mr. Barnes filling the very quiet room. It was no secret that she got on
his nerves, making him roll his eyes at every comment she made. To be quite
honest, he never stopped to think about it or even see if he was being unfair
towards her. All he knew was that she had the mighty power to get him pissed
and push all of his buttons at once. For crying out loud, she was and
represented everything he wasn’t and fought against. Her kindness towards
everyone else, her excitement for school, her goody-two-shoes behavior, it all made
him cringe because of how it resembled nothing in him and basically was
everything he never wanted to be. And mainly the same could be said for her,
it annoyed her to no end how nonchalant and uninterested Michael was, how he
randomly picked fights, and fought against all forms of authority. However, she
could never deny that deep inside, she partly admired what he was like, and how
he never seemed to care about what others said, she would even go as far as admitting
that he was terribly attractive and held a certain aura around him.
Michael, it had all started fairly simple. He found himself studying her when
she was doing homework at lunch, wondering how the heck she managed to spoil
lunchtime as well with books. Then he found himself looking closer, deeper,
finding out how her hand tugged at the roots of her hair when struggling with
an exercise and how she bit her lip to contain the excitement when she’d find
the answer. It somehow only made Michael more confused, and if one thing he
hated feeling it would be confusion. Why would he be noticing such things in a
person that got under his skin?
Michael found himself thinking about that one
question again, his feet resting over his desk as he started out the window.
However, the teacher had other ideas in mind. “Mr. Clifford, perhaps you’d like
to answer this question?” Mr. Barnes interrupted his thoughts, earning a bored
glance from the boy. “Not really, no. But miss nerd-ass in the front would
maybe like that.”
The whole class turned to look at (y/n) hearing his comment,
though it wasn’t that unusual. She gritted her teeth together, slightly angling
her body to earn a better look at the slouched boy in the back, giving him the
–fakest- sweetest smile she could muster. “why thank you Michael, I would
actually like to answer that since you know, I was actually paying attention.”
She replied before turning around and answering the previous question confidently.
That right there was what truly got to Michael, how she gave off this vibe of
the nerdy pushover, that is of course until you try to push her over and
realize that she was a feisty one, never truly showing defeat to anyone. Why
was it so hard for him to figure her out? Why did he want to figure her out?
Sighing, Michael decided that those questions were to be answered another day,
turning his head around towards the window, blankly staring outside waiting for
the bell to ring.
be happening right now” a groan left her lips as she struggled to manage the
books she was holding, whilst trying to read through the papers she got from
the administration. It was safe to say that she was lost, and late to class, on
her first day to school. It was truly a nightmare for her, moving away and
changing school for her senior year was already bad enough as it was, she
didn’t need to make a bad impression on her first day by getting late.
randomly through the large corridors and cursing every now and then at her
luck, she failed to notice a body coming closer until she bumped into him,
dropping all of her books at once. “Shit!” she groaned, bending down to pick
her stuff. Her nightmare was complete, she had officially done everything a new
transfer student does in every movie before their high school life becomes a
“Sorry about that, let me help you” she almost forgot that she had
bumped into someone. The boy was kindly helping her pick up her stuff; but she
was almost dazed by this lovely curly haired guy that was looking at her with a
dimpled smile, handing her the books. “Oh! Right..thank you so much” she
thanked him, standing up on her feet. “No problem” was his simple reply, so she
guessed that maybe he could help her out to find her class.
Surely, she found
herself walking by his side as he led the way to her classroom. Once they
arrived, he dropped her off ushering her to go in, but it took her a few minutes to collect herself. Luckily, the teacher
understood why she was late and allowed her to introduce herself, her day slightly
looking better after that certain meeting.
During her first week of school, she
didn’t hesitate to make friends and introduce herself to her classmates, making
her feel less out of place. She enjoyed the classes she took, yet found herself
eager for those she shared with her mystery boy- whose name she never really
got. It wasn’t that hard to like his presence, he overall gave off a happy,
positive aura, and never failed to crack a joke during class or find something
ridiculous to do. His giggle was contagious in a way, and his smile alluring.
During lunch break, she sat along with a few friends she managed to make. She
turned around, inspecting the atmosphere of the cafeteria, when something
caught her eye; golden haired boy sitting with… the badasses of the entire
school? She was quite the observer, and quickly realized who the ones not to
mess with were, yet it couldn’t possibly include him.
She nudged April, who was sitting to her right, pointing at the four guys with her head. “Who exactly is that
one? Why’s he sitting with the others?” she asked, unable to contain her
curiosity. But she was quickly tugged back by April, who wore a fearful look on
her face. “Don’t point at them! Did they see you?” she questioned, earning a
small and confused no. Before (y/n) could even open her mouth to ask, April
was already answering her. “Don’t look, but his name is Ashton Irwin, and you
don’t to mess with him. He might not look the part, but he’d fucking ruin you
if you crossed his path. Seriously (y/n), you don’t want that! Honestly, the
other three might even be less dangerous than him, at least when it comes to
them it’s obvious you don’t want to get on their bad side. But
him; you wouldn’t know what you’re into until it’s too late”
her rambling in hushed voices, letting (y/n) in on every rumor that has ever
surrounded him; how he beat up a guy and sent him to the hospital, getting
suspended due to that, along with many tales of how unfortunate people had
mistaken him for a nice guy they could mess with. All through her friend’s
rambling, she stole glances back at the actual ray of
sunshine who seemed to light up the whole cafeteria, wondering how on earth
could he be what April just described..