Freya has had her twin brother’s back from the moment she exited the womb twelve minutes after him. The two Daehler twins have made it a point to look out for each other, sticking together when it seems like the rest of the world is against them. When Matt nearly drowned, Freya was the one dragging him back to the surface. It’s what she’s always done, keeping her brother from sinking when the darkness gets too much. But lately the darkness has been dragging Matt down more than usual.
You: “Matt, please it’s not worth it! I know what those people have done to you. I know why you’re doing this, but please stop. My friends aren’t the fault. Matt..” Matt: “I don’t care. I need to get my revenge. I want to get a revenge.” You: “No, you don’t. You’re way smarter than this, Matt. I can help you get over this. Please let me help you!”
Alright, listen! So I was rereading 13RW (after I finished watching the show as well) and naturally, Sterek popped in my head and I legit cried a whole half an hour just thinking about it. Like, that shit would be so sad and like damn…so…I made a list of how it would go.
5. Courtney- Corey || 6. Marcus - Danny || 7. Zach -Isaac || 8. Ryan- Mason
9. Clay -Derek || 11. Jenny- Kira || 12. Bryce – Theo || 13. Mr. Porter- Mr. Argent
And like I feel like I might actually do this after I finish the story I’m currently writing for the sterek exchange. It would honestly be the coolest thing I will have ever written. Cause just imagine:
Tape 1, Side A Hey, it’s Mieczysław, Mieczysław Stilinski, but commonly known as Stiles, don’t adjust your, whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore and this time absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life, more specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape. You’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, you’re name will pop up. I promise
26. “According to US Weekly, we’re married.” Also on ao3!
“According to US Weekly, we’re married.”
Stiles punctuated his statement by slapping down a copy of the offending tabloid magazine on Derek’s coffee table, none too gently. The table wobbled a bit from the amount of force he used, a steaming cup of coffee nearly spilling all over the table.
Beaming up at him from the glossy front page of the magazine was a blown up picture of him and Derek on the set between shoots. It was slightly blurred around the edges thanks to being zoomed in on so very much, proving just how much of an invasion of privacy it was.
He couldn’t know for sure who had taken the photo, the article not disclosing the photographer, but Stiles had a sneaking suspicion of who it was nonetheless. He would have bet anything it was that creepy little snake Matt Daehler, the disgusting paparazzo who had made a name for himself by stalking celebrities and their families.
For the past few weeks, he had caught glimpses of someone slinking around behind the scenes, the hairs on the back of his neck rising whenever he did. Just a few days ago his suspicions that it was Daehler had been confirmed when he witnessed him lurking around one of the sets.
And now a picture of him and Derek was being circulated nationwide, various tabloids and newspapers hosting articles speculating about it. The picture was even being discussed on talk and morning shows that apparently had nothing else to talk to.
He folded his arms over his chest and raised an unamused, expectant brow at Derek who merely blinked up at him. When Derek failed to say anything, Stiles gestured emphatically down at the magazine.
In the picture, Derek was wearing one of his outfits for the movie: a dark navy blue waxed cotton jacket over a black sweater, dark jeans, black boots, black sunglasses…and a wedding ring. It was crucial to the role he was playing, the movie focusing on a single father raising his daughter while struggling with depression and PTSD.
It was sure to be a classic, full of emotional scenes highlighting the everyday challenges of life with mental illness, centering on the main character, Tyler, learning how to juggle his own issues along with his daughter’s. Rather than glorify or romanticize both Tyler’s mental illnesses and his self-care, the film explored the nitty gritty truth of depression and PTSD and suicidal thoughts.
However, while Derek’s wedding ring was necessary for the movie, the matching ring on Stiles’ hand was not.
You were walking through the school corridor, a slight smile on your face as your favorite song began to play in your earbuds. As you reached your locker, the boys and Allison were already there, and you smiled wider.
“Hey guys” You greeted, shoving Stiles slightly so you could actually get into your locker. “What’s up?” You took out an earbud, and looked at them. Allison looked at her phone, Scott stayed silent, and Stiles straight up pretended to be interested in his fingernails. “Um.. what’s going on?” You asked, taking out your Bio textbook.
“Nothing just… my grades are still bad” Scott sighed, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Well I can help you study tonight, if you want” You offered.
“He can’t!” Stiles butted in, making you jump. “We-we’re practicing” He added. “Lacrosse. Cause… cause I suck!” You bit your inner lip, heart sinking. Stiles was trying pretty hard to get Scott out of being around you. It was a little concerning, and your mind went wild with depressing thoughts.
“Oh.. oh okay some other time then” You said quietly, turning back to focus on the inside of your locker.
“I don’t know… we’re sorta busy this week” Scott said.
“Yeah, Scott and I have a lot of work to do” Allison piped up, and again, your heart broke.
“Alright” You said softly, and closed your locker slowly. “I’ll um.. I’ll see you guys in lunch” You weakly said, and walked off towards your next class. Which you had with Stiles, but he made no effort to walk with you like he usually did.
Maybe Scott didn’t want to be friends with you. Maybe none of them did. Which really hurt, seeing that you’d known Scott and Stiles since the second grade. But since Allison had shown up in the beginning of the year, Scott seemed to care a lot more about her and Stiles, and not about you. You wondered if he liked her, or if they were actually dating. He probably wouldn’t have told you if they were. Seeing that he was doing anything and everything to stay away from you.
You took in a deep breath, and tried to push away all your negative energy, and focus on your notes.
But your mind kept going back to your thoughts about Scott.
You loved him, you really did as cliche as it was. But to fall in love with your best friend, is probably one of the worst things someone can do to themselves. And the worst part, was that you knew it. You knew he’d never like the way you did him. He’d never know how you felt either. Especially now.
Why bother with him if he won’t bother to at least be a friend?
Lunch was terrible, thanks for asking. You sat silently, and were paid no attention to. Scott was too busy with Allison, and Stiles was too busy with Lydia. Why does she even sit here? We’re not exactly the popular crowd, you thought to yourself. Not that it mattered, Lydia gave all of her attention to Jackson. So in reality, you were the seventh wheel. And your self esteem was just dropping lower and lower today.
So did you stay and finish your sandwich that only had one bite in it? Hell no! You got up quietly, grabbed your bag, and threw your lunch away. Then walked the hell out of that table of awkwardness.
You decided to just go home. So maybe you didn’t have a car, and it was difficult to sneak out of the school building, but once you closed the door behind you, you just sprinted. Wanting to get away from that place as fast as you possibly could.
“y/n!” You slowed slightly, enough to turn and see Scott running behind you.
“Scott?” You stopped completely, and he ran up to you swiftly. “What’re you- how’re you even- Scott are you okay?” He gave you furrowed brows to express his confusion. “Your asthma how’re you-”
“I’m fine” He answered abruptly. “Now why are you skipping school?” You shook your head and began walking again. Completely ignoring the boy. “Hey- hey y/n” He reached to grab your arm, but you smacked his hand away.
“Just let me go home Scott, I don’t feel well”
Scott didn’t push it any further, knowing that the only way he could tell you that he knew you were lying, would be telling you he was a werewolf. And he couldn’t do that.
“Well… well why didn’t you say anything?”
“Like you were listening” You grumbled to yourself, still walking away. But Scott heard you fine.
“I would’ve been, it’s not like you tried to talk to me” You rolled your eyes, not even thinking through the fact that from where you were both standing, he shouldn’t have been able to pick up on what you said.
“Would you have Scott?” You whirled around, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Or were you too busy mister goo goo eyes?” He shook his head, giving you another confused look.
“I don’t know what-”
“Don’t play idiot Scott! Since Allison’s got here, it’s like you’ve forgotten we were friends” You sighed, eyes expressing your hurt.
Scott could smell how depressed this made you feel, and he suddenly felt a huge wave of guilt. He had pushed you to the side, but not because of Allison, because of his now supernatural based life.
“Save it Scott” You said, shrugging him away. “Allison’s probably gonna wanna hear about it anyway” You mumbled, wet eyes meeting his broken ones. With that, you turned and walked off.
And Scott let you.
He watched you walk away, until you were barely a a dot on the sidewalk.
“Scott, hey Scotty”
“Wh-what?” Scott turned to Stiles, who was waving a hand in front of his face.
“Dude, you just got us killed” Stiles waved off to the video game they were playing. “You always win, you know, keen reflexes and all” Stiles shook his head, and bit into three licorices at once.
“Sorry I’m just… I don’t know” The werewolf boy sighed. “I should’ve told y/n, she deserves to know-”
“Bro. I love you. But you do this all the time. First you’re all ‘i lover her too much, if she knows she’ll get hurt, and then it’ll all be for nothing I can’t live without her blah dee blah dee blah-’”
“I get it Stiles-”
“And then next you’re all ‘she’s probably gonna hate me cuz i keep on lying to her’-”
“Stiles I get it okay? I fucked up!”
“Hey mr moralities watch the language-”
“But I did okay? And now- no she probably does hate me!” Scott scrambled to his feet, and ran out of the room.
“He-hey!” Stiles ran after his friend, finding Scott putting on his jacket and shoes at the door. “Where are you-?”
“I’m going to y/n’s” Scott said, opening the door.
“Okay well I guess tell her I say-”
Scott jogged out of the house, door slamming behind him.
“y/n! y/n open the door, I know you’re inside!” Scott yelled for what felt like the millionth time. He knocked rapidly. “y/n, please! Answer the door” He begged.
“Heh, McCall, you just continue to prove how pathetic you are” Scott turned abruptly, finding Matt Daehler behind him. He growled, eyes glowing gold with anger as he stalked towards the boy.
“What did you do to her?” He growled, grabbing Matt’s shirt, and shaking him. “Where. Is. She”
Matt laughed. He laughed. He had the nerve.
And Scott silenced his dark chuckle with a hard punch across his jaw.
You blinked your eyes open, and immediately grew afraid. It was dark, and you were laying down because you were staring up at a ceiling, that you didn’t recognize. But when you tried to move, none of your limbs made an inch. Again, you willed yourself to sit up, but you couldn’t.
Before tears could even form in your eyes, you heard a scratching sound. You turned your head quickly, in search of the owner of the sound.
“He-hello?” You asked in a shaky whisper.
“y/n” Jackson? He was the one who stepped into view. You looked up at him, and something was off about his eyes, he was standing above you, so it was sorta far, but they looked big, and… and green.
“How are you dear? Oh right,” he chuckled. “You’re paralyzed”
“How? What’d you do to me!?” You demanded.
“Well Matt has to get your sorry ass werewolf of a friend here somehow” Jackson said, and you narrowed your eyes, shaking your head.
“How sick in the head are you Whittemore?” You snarled, and he dropped to his knees, waving a clawed hand over your face. Your eyes widened, watching lizard-like scales appear over his face.
“I’d watch what you say next, very, very carefully my sweet” He growled, and you whimpered, seeing his razor sharp teeth. “I could kill you in an instant. And it wouldn’t matter. No one knows you’re here, I could snap your neck…” A sharp nail trailed down your neck, and further down your body. You saw it, but couldn’t feel a thing. Again, you whimpered in fear, which only made him smirk.
That’s when you saw what creeped you out the most.
His skin and clothing seemed to just shred away, body completely covered in the scales, and a long tail practically ripping out of his back, which instantly sealed back up. You screamed, and the tail whipped around your neck, yellow eyes glowing with excitement. He held you up in the air using the tail that wrapped around your neck like a noose
“Mm I can smell your fear” Jackson growled out, and trailed a tongue over your cheek, his teeth grazing your skin. “I can taste it. It’s delicious y/n-”
“Back off!” A female voice rang, and you barely saw something fly through the air. Before you could register that someone had shot the lizard boy with an arrow, Jackson toppled over, and your limp body crashed to the ground.
Well, it almost did. You were caught in a strong pair of arms. You looked up, finding bright yellow eyes and a furred face. But you’d recognize that crooked jaw anywhere.
“Scott..?” You whispered.
“It’s me, you’re okay, I’m getting you out of here okay?” You didn’t nod, though you tried. Your body was becoming overcome with sleep. “No, no y/n don’t close your eyes, just stay awake for me okay? Stay awake y/n, stay awake…. stay awake… stay awake…”
When you woke up again, you freaked out this time, remembering the last time you woke up, was not a pleasant experience. Your arms thrashed on a mattress as you desperately pushed yourself up, finally able to move again.
“Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re at my house, you’re okay” You looked over, wide fearful eyes meeting Scott’s. “You’re okay” He repeated, sitting on the bed next to you. You slowly allowed yourself to nod.
“I was- you had- Jackson-” Scott just nodded, and he ran a hand over your forehead, pushing back your hair.
“I’m so sorry, I thought never telling you would protect you, I swear I was trying to keep you safe-”
“Tell me what?” You whispered, pushing yourself up to sit fully upward, staring back at Scott. His hands fell to fiddle in his lap.
“I-I’m…this is gonna sound crazy but… I’m a werewolf” He looked up to you, eyes the golden color you’d seen earlier that night. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you tensed. “And tonight you were taken by Matt and Jackson, the lizard-uh-guy, yeah that’s called a kanima and Matt is like the contro-”
Scott stopped when you crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly, and he hugged you back as quickly as he registered the action.
“Are you okay?” You asked, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Ye-yeah I’m fine” Scott stuttered. “It’s you I’m worried about-”
“Well I thought you hated me”
“Hated you? y/n I could never I-… I love you” You pulled back, staring at him with parted lips.
“Y-you l-l-love m-me?” Great now we’re both a stuttering mess.
“Yeah of course I do” Scott said, and hand laying overtop of yours, clasping onto it and rubbing his thumb over your skin. “I always have y/n, the only reason I didn’t tell you was because I didn’t want you getting hurt, or being mad I just.. I wanted to protect you” You slowly smiled at him, finally feeling a sense of safety that night.
“I love you too you furry weirdo” You said, and Scott smiled back at you, and leaned in a little bit.
“Can I- can I kiss you?” You nodded, licking your lips slightly before his found yours, and his hand laid on your cheek softly. When you parted, you rested your forehead against his. “And by the way” Scott whispered, meeting your eyes. “You’re the only one I have goo goo eyes for”
I read a prompt about a academy being right next to a kindergarten and the teacher’s reaction to having the drill sergeant yelling at his recruits when little ears are present.
This fic was born from that.
Derek is well aware of the problems of having a military academy next to a kindergarten; the morning drills that pull his kids’ attention from their work to the ‘knights-in-training’ as Emily has taken to calling them, the attention needed to make sure his kids don’t go running over to the academy as soon as class gets out, and the explanation of the different ranks of military with each new year to name a few.
He’s been thankful that whoever runs the place seems to have taken where they are very seriously and the only incident that has happened so far is Billy breaking his arm from falling from the monkey bars on the playground trying to emulate one of the training drills.
All of that changes the day the academy gets a new drill sergeant.
And it’s not like Derek gets updates on whenever Beacon Hills Military Academy, Home of the Wrathful Wolves, hires or fires anyone. It’s more that there’s a new addition to his classroom a little late into the year and that she announces to the whole class that her daddy is like Mr. Hale, except he teaches big people how to do big people things.
Also, her name is Claudia Stilinski and she’s going to be the first female president.
The glare she gives Brad when he laughs at that, as well as adding a snide remark about her name, has Derek feeling like she just might be the perfect person for the job.