Liam accidentally walks in on stiles and Lydia in the janitor closet (he thought they were locked in there) and is traumatized. After they beg him not to tell anyone because it’s still new, and they don’t want to hurt Malia and all he agrees to keep their secret. Only Liam soon finds out he’s no good in keeping secrets and ends up blurting ‘Stiles and Lydia are doing it!’ to everyone he talks to, even if it’s completely out of context.
Genre: Romance, Smut, Comedy, Established Relationship
I think we can all agree that the “sneak peek” will most likely be what was already released during NYCC, BUT let’s say they decided to show us something new (just give us the whole damn episode at this point), I hope that we get to see the scene where they’re taking their senior photos. I’d be okay with that. Nothing to spoiler-y and we’d still see McMartinski.
“Uh, Hey Scott, It’s me. I-uhm- I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be at school until lunch. Can you or Stiles pick up whatever I missed from my classes? Uh, well, I guess I will see you later then, uh, by.” I said as I finished my voice mail.
“Honey, are you ready?” I heard my mom yell from downstairs.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll be down in a minute!” I shouted back as I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs to the car where my dad was already waiting. Today was my appointment to get my heart murmur checked out and honestly, I was super nervous. As soon as my mom got in the car and was buckled, we were off towards the hospital.
After what felt like hours, but was really only a few minutes, we pulled into the hospital. I got out of the car and shoved my hands into my pockets in hopes to stop them from shaking. We walked in through the front doors and to the main desk where Melissa was stationed.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” She asked with a kind smile as she came around the desk to hug all of us.
“We’re here for me.” I said as she pulled away from my hug. With a worried look, she went back behind the counter to check the computer. After grabbing her clipboard, she walked back around her desk one more time before looking at us with a large smile.
“Looks like we’re going to Cardiology.” She said as she lead the way.
I sat on an examination table, trying not to fidget as a different nurse took my blood pressure.
“Honey, are you nervous at all?” The nurse asked and I nodded, “I was just wondering ‘cause your blood pressure’s a little high.”
Just as the nurse finished checking me, the doctor walked in and shook hands with all of us and introduced himself as Doctor Peters.
“Alright Olivia, what brought you in today?” Dr. Peters asked.
“My heart murmur seems to be getting worse. Lately, I can’t get my heart rate up at all without it feeling like my chest is on fire. I’ve passed out once and was really close to it twice, and it’s only when my heartbeat rises.” I said.
“Alright, I’m going to need to listen to your heart.”Dr. Peter’s said as he removed his stethoscope from around his neck.
After being told when and how to breathe for a few minutes he pulled his stethoscope away from me and placed it back around his neck.
“We’re going to need to run some tests, but I know what part of the problem is. Your heart has no rhythm.” He said.
“What does that mean?” My mom asked.
“So, where most hearts have a beat like, boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom, Olivia’s heart doesn’t beat like that, it has no rhythm, so it beats vary randomly and irregularly.” Dr. Peter’s explained, “Now all we need to do is find out why it’s beating like that and figure out how to help.”
After several hours and plenty of tests, my mom, dad and I were sitting nervously, waiting for my results. There was a knock on the door, before it opened to reveal Dr. Peters.
“Well, Olivia, the good news is that we know what’s wrong, your heart isn’t properly receiving the electrical currents that tell it to beat.” He said.
“What’s the bad news?” I asked, nervously.
“You’re going to need to have surgery to implant a pacemaker. The other bad news it that there are no available pacemakers to properly help you. But the other good news is that in San Francisco, there’s a company that’s planning on doing clinical trials in a few months and their testing a new pacemaker that would be able to fix your heart murmur.” Dr. Peter’s informed us.
“I’ll do it.” I said as soon as he finished.
“Liv are you sure? I mean it’s no problem for us, but are you sure you don’t want to think about this for a little?” My dad asked.
“I’m sure. I am so sick of living like this. I want to play sports, I want to be able to do normal teenager things without being in pain.” I said in a pleading voice.
“Okay.” My mom said with a small smile on her face.
“I will sign you up for the clinical trials and have them keep in touch with you. As for right now, you all are free to go.” Dr. Peter’s said with a kind smile and dismissed us.
My parents dropped me off at school and I checked in at the main office and headed to lunch, I was kind of grouchy from finding out that I need surgery. I quickly grabbed my lunch, smiling at the ladies behind the counter as I did so. I walked over to my table to see it filled with… Lydia’s clique?
“You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.” Jackson said as I walked around to Stiles’ side of the table.
“Oh, Jackson, you’re right that does sound fun. Please do it. Do you need help, ‘cause I’ll be glad to help.” I said as I shoved my way between Stiles and a random girl, who gave me a dirty look. Lydia also shot me a dirty look while taking the fork from Jackson.
“How about bowling? You love to bowl.” Lydia said to her asshole boyfriend. I tuned them out when Stiles nudged me.
“Are you okay?” He asked me.
“It’s nothing, we can talk about it later.” I told him, returning my attention to the conversation.
“Yes. In fact, I’m a great bowler.” Scott said to Jackson. What? Scott’s a terrible bowler.
“Liv, Stiles, you guys should come too.” Allison said. I could tell that she was inviting us to make it less awkward for her and Scott.
“Yeah, we’ll go.” I said, which made Allison smile gratefully to me.
“We will?” Stiles asked and I kicked him under the table, “I mean, yeah, we will.”
After some more uncomfortable conversations, the bell finally rang, dismissing us. Scott, Stiles and I all walked out of the Caf and began to walk the halls.
“You’re a terrible bowler.” I said as I smacked Scott upside the head.
“I know! I’m such an idiot.” He groaned.
“God, it was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turned into that whole group date thing, thank you Liv, by the way. And then out of nowhere is that phrase.” Stiles ranted.
“Hang out.” Scott shivered.
“What’s wrong with hanging out?” I asked, “We hang out all the time.”
“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? It’s like death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can hang out.” Stiles said.
“That literally makes no sense.” I stated.
“How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn’t.” Scott said.
“What?!” I said.
“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.” Stiles mused.
“I ask Allison on a date, and now we’re hanging out.” Scott continued.
“Which I still don’t understand.” I complained.
“Am I not attractive to gay guys?” Stiles wondered out loud.
“I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now,” Scott rambled as he pulled out his phone to check the time, “Now I’m gonna be late for work.” He said as he ran out to the parking lot.
“Wait, Scott, you didn’t- am I attractive to gay guy- you didn’t answer my question.” Stiles shouted after Scott.
“And what am I, chopped liver?” I asked him.
“Am I attractive to gay guys?” He asked me with a pout.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not gay, nor am I a guy.” I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
Stiles just rolled his eyes and pulled me out to the Jeep to give me a ride home.
Scott and Stiles came to pick me up later that night to see if Scott really did almost kill that man. We pulled up and Scott and Stiles got out, I on the other hand opted to climb into the front seat. It was way too cold for me to be out there. I looked up at Scott and Stiles arguing in front of the gate and laughed to myself when I saw Stiles stomping back to the Jeep.
“I really hate him sometimes.” Stiles huffed as he climbed back in.
“I hope you know that tomorrow isn’t a date for us.” I said after a while of silence.
“Then why did you say yes?” He asked.
“Because Allison was practically begging me. Us being there would make it so much less awkward for her and Scott.” I explained.
I looked out the window to see a flashlight shining near the bus, I smacked Stiles’ shoulder a whole bunch of times until he looked up. When he saw it, he began to honk the horn, not stopping until he saw Scott run out of the bus. I climbed into the back seat and looked up to see Scott do a flip over the fence, stand up and run to the Jeep.
“Go! Go! Go! Go!.” He shouted and Stiles quickly turned the Jeep around and peeled away.
“Did it work? Did you remember?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine.” Scott said.
“So did you attack him?” I asked.
“No, I saw glowing eyes in the bus, they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”
“What about the driver?” Stiles asked.
“I think I was actually trying to protect him.” He said.
“Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?” Stiles continued to question Scott.
“That’s what I don’t get.” Scott said.
“It’s got to be a pack thing.” He said.
“What do you mean?” Scott asked him.
“Like an initiation. You do the kill together.” Stiles elaborated.
“Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?” Scott said in a questioning tone.
“Yeah, but you didn’t do it which means you’re not a killer. And it also means that-” Stiles said but was cat off by Scott.
“I can go out with Allison!” he concluded.
“I was gonna say it means that you won’t kill us.” Stiles said as he pointed between me and himself.
“Oh, yeah. That too.” Scott said.
We sat in silence for a while and I knew that this was my chance to tell them. I just didn’t know how. How do you tell your two best friends that you are moving away for months for an experimental surgery?
“I need surgery!” I blurted out. I guess that’s how. Stiles quickly pulled off to the side of the road and both boys turned around and looked at me.
Stiles: We shouldn’t have come. I knew it. We shouldn’t have come. Scott: We had to. There’s safety in numbers. Stiles: Well, there’s also death in numbers, Scott–it’s called massacre. A bloodbath. Carnage. Slaughter. Butchery. Wow.
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the fact that stydia shippers don’t realize stydia is literally fanservice is giving me a migraine because jeff began developing stydia from season one to three THEN paused for two whole seasons. WHO DOES THAT? WHAT WRITER IN THEIR RIGHT MIND TAKES A BREAK ON DEVELOPING A SHIP AFTER STARTING? he gave both characters other love interests and everything, yet still has the nerve to act like that shit never happened.
and then all of a sudden, for the LAST SEASON, stydia is gonna become a thing when they had season 4 and 5 to continue development so it would make sense?
and it’s not fan service? mmm…