ANOMALY | CHAPTER TWO
Stiles Stilinski x Original Male Reader | M.O
Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT, Gore
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[CHAPTER 2] [2,500 words]
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...
The two boys glanced at each other, not expecting you to be the one to show up.
Lydia was the first to speak, "Oh, Y/N, hey. Glad you could make it."
"Of course, thanks for inviting me," you responded.
"This is Scott; he's in our biology class. He's really nice, and that's Stiles. They're childhood friends. You met them this morning. "
"Yeah, I did," you chuckled.
"So, Y/N, Lydia tells us you're from Los Angeles?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, I am,"
"Why move?" Stiles questioned abruptly.
As Lydia took a breath, mildly embarrassed at Stiles' inability to subtly ask someone a question without sounding like he was interrogating them.
"My mother got a job here," Y/N replied, smiling.
"So what was the deal with the 10-foot metal chain you carried around?" Y/N asked, curious, making Lydia raise an eyebrow towards the duo.
"We had it in the trunk of our jeep, and it kinda fell out and rolled… in your locker," Stiles said, making a face and grinning in the hopes you'll let it go, while Scott looked pale and tense.
Despite sensing they were obviously hiding something, Y/N decided to let it go - "So you were planning on chaining something or someone? What is it, like a kinky sex thing?" You said, laughing, and Stiles' eyes widened in shock at your question.
Stiles is still in shock, mildly blushing. Scott and Lydia just look at him in amusement and then look away, laughing.
"HEY MCCALL!!" The coach's voice interrupted from the other side of the seating area.
"YOU and BALINSKI BETTER GET YOUR ASSES TO PRACTICE NOW!!!"
Scott glanced at Stiles, signalling something. Stiles nodded, not noticing you had caught their little exchange. This piqued your interest, so you decided to try tagging along to…you know…get to know your lovely friends better (that's LA slang for stalk these dum bitches)
"You guys have a practice or something? I've got nothing to do. Can I tag along?" Y/N asked
"Uhhh yeah, sure," Scott responded, not knowing why he did. Stiles immediately snapped his head to Scott in pure disbelief as if he'd blown some cover.
You followed the boys, and on the way, Scott and Stiles explained lacrosse to you - you never said you didn't know the game - they assumed you'd never played.
The team was warming up, and Scott took his post as goalkeeper while you sat at the bleachers to watch the boys.
Suddenly, your phone rang. Perfect timing, you thought to yourself. You quickly picked up your best friend's call and caught her up on everything.
"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.
"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"
"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"
Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.
"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused
"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.
You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing
"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.
As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."
You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.
After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head.
"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.
"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"
"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"
Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.
"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused
"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.
You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing
"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.
As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."
You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.
After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head.
You don't know what you were witnessing, but something weird was going on.
The sheriff came onto the field, escorting one of the boys Scott tackled to a van. Seeing this, Y/N began making his way to the two boys.
The boys weren't facing him and didn't see him coming close. As Y/N approached, he stopped after overhearing something they had said.
"How good are these cells at holding people?" Scott asked in a worried tone.
"People, good…werewolves ?? Not so good."
You were confused. Is this what people meant by weird stories and stuff about this place? Are these two nuts part of some ghost-hunting club?
Y/N hears Scott say something about a wolf and a scent.
"It's him. He's a werewolf, I know it. We have to get him. He's got a scent to main and kill people,"
"How can you tell?"
"I don't know, I just can, and his father just died, and they think he did it, so that's not helping."
What the hell are these two talking about? You heard the sheriff tell the boys they had to leave. You turned around, avoiding whatever mess they were about to get into.
"So, are you going to try out for the team?" Stiles asks as he approaches Y/N.
"Ummm, no, not interested, and I was just kidding earlier," you said.
"Aw, and I thought we'd get to hang more", Stiles pouts.
You roll your eyes playfully at him and start walking, but suddenly, as Stiles follows, he falls down, "OWWWWWW."
"You okay?" Y/N asked.
"Yup, totally," Stiles said as he picked up his lacrosse stick.
You could tell the boy was lying and trying to hide the fact that his ankle hurt, and Y/N had to admire his attempt at protecting his ego.
"Here, lean on me," Y/N said, sighing as you helped him.
Stiles looked at Y/N in utter confusion.
"Are you serious?" Stiles asked, surprised that Y/N didn't just laugh and walk off.
"Yes, you dumbo. Come on, lean," Y/N said, laughing slightly and rolling his eyes - something inside him feeling just a little bit weird.
Stiles wrapped his hand around Y/N as they continued to the parking lot to his jeep.
The walk was silent. Both boys noticed each other's breathing as the wind gently blew past them. The loud world felt somewhat calmer as leaves rustled in the wind, and the nature around them felt like a peaceful addition to the sound of their footsteps.
Y/N was always fond of scents; it was perhaps one of his more stereotypically "effeminate" traits as compared to his general masculine nature for the most part, according to his best friend. He couldn't help but notice that despite Stiles not seeming to have any perfume on, his scent was…Y/N pondered how to describe it for a moment before settling on a simple "It's nice…" Not known to Y/N, the boy by his side was enamoured by Y/N's scent; it wasn't a masculine cologne or a feminine scent; it was just sweet, but just the right amount, almost addictive, with a hint of something that made you feel like perfection?
(Author's Note: LMAO Stiles, are you sure it's the "scent" you're finding so 'perfect’ ?? Awww)
As the boys neared the parking lot, Stiles stopped momentarily, looking at you, breaking the silence. "Y/N… I'm sorry about the morning, with the chains and stuff," he said slowly, his voice trailing.
"Oh, that? Don't worry about it; it was nothing," Y/N said, smiling slightly.
"I don't think so… at the moment when it happened, you seemed to be quite upset, it was like for a moment I saw some panic, you didn't like being in the centre with everyone eyeing you…I…think…so you don't have to brush it off and say it was nothing, so I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
As much as you tried to hide the fact that his words affected you, your eyes widened, and you froze, the smile on your face faltering. You knew one day someone would have been able to see through your facade, except perhaps not so soon.
Y/N didn't quite know what to say as the buzz-cut boy stared into his eyes; perhaps Stiles was more than a dunce…Y/N had never noticed that Stiles had read him that much; a part of that fact scared Y/N. It was threatening that someone read emotions he might've buried. Either way, he was grateful for Stiles' apology, but saying thank you and acknowledging Stiles would mean accepting that he was indeed "that" bothered by what had happened, and he tried to hide it. Y/N wasn't mentally ready for the stranger he met to know that.
Somewhere deep down, Y/N wanted to hug Stiles and thank him for caring enough to notice and care about him—a stranger he didn't even know, who, until now, had just looked down on him and wanted to avoid him.
"I think you're reading into it too much, Stiles. Besides, I was just shocked and caught off guard, nothing more. It doesn't mean anything, so it's fine," Y/N said, walking forward while supporting Stiles.
Stiles knew the boy was lying. He wondered why Y/N seemed … scared, but he couldn't help but respect that Y/N wasn't ready to open up...yet.
As the two boys walked to where Stiles said he parked, Scott was near his blue jeep, leaning against the side while talking to someone on the phone.
"That blue jeep is mine," Stiles said as he checked out the sleek black SUV parked next to him, mouthing damn as if he had just checked out a hot girl.
Y/N couldn't help but smirk.
"This one's yours, huh?" Y/N asked, pointing towards the jeep.
"Yes, she is. What about her?" Stiles asked.
"You should really get it fixed; the entire body's dented," Y/N replied.
"Heyyyy, she's fine. She's been like this for years, and she's still running well. Besides, I have duct tape," Stiles said defensively, which made Y/N laugh.
"Hey, let's go ?" Scott said, getting into the jeep. Y/N took his arm off Stiles' side as he got into the car, waving as the clunky jeep drove off.
He took a deep breath, looking at the dusk sky, tired and shocked. His first day had been more complicated than he had expected.
Y/N got into his car and sat behind the steering wheel, not quite knowing what to think or how to react. Everything felt different—his day, his emotions, his heart? He felt knackered and needed some sleep, so he drove home.
As he reached his home, Y/N saw a note his mother left saying she was staying late at work and not to wait for her.
He walked into his room, stripping and quickly showering before bed.
Y/N didn't know what had happened. He was always fine being alone and never needed friends or companionship. But today, as he lay in bed, something about the day's events kept running through his mind. He had a strange urge to call his mom and talk to her, but she had an important surgery, and he didn't want to bother her. So, Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, and as he dozed off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel like a certain "scent" was missing.
After his day, it didn't take long for Y/N to drift into a slumber. But the cold kept him from getting comfortable. He shifted around, turning and tossing, but it was no use; it felt likely it was getting colder; annoyed that his sleep was disturbed, Y/N got up to turn up the heat, freezing in shock.
It was pitch black, and the comfort of his bed no longer supported his body - it was nowhere to be felt - and crickets chirped as thin beams of moonlight shone through dense trees—Y/N was in a forest.
As Y/N felt the wet ground and mulch under him, the reality and panic began to set in. He was in a forest! A dark forest, cold, half naked, and something was…hurting.
Y/N felt it, and there was an overwhelming sense of pain.
His mind was hazy, and as his hands found the source of his pain, his eyes watered at the sight of a bear trap digging into his foot, blood spilling.
Panic filled his head; the pain, the forest, and the cold made his senses overflow, and not before long, Y/N felt something … something was there…just ahead of him…looking right at him…he could feel it in his gut…but the darkness masked it. . .It was right there…
The air was cold, and the silence was deafening; all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.
He felt the presence coming closer, and as the wind blew, a gust of cold air hit him, carrying a scent. The scent smelled like something was rotting or slowly…dying.
Y/N whimpered in silence, trying to move back, but the trap held him firmly in place. He was powerless, pinned down by the trap, unable to get up and run, and as his fear peaked, he saw something terrifying.
Its eyes glowed yellow, as dark slits in its eyes appeared, a hiss emitted from its throat, saliva dripping from its mouth as it bared its fangs. It stood up like a human, its body covered in scales with a tail that was getting dangerously close to Y/N's neck.
Y/N was frozen in fear, unable to move or breathe, his heart beating out of his chest as the creature's tail lunged towards him, piercing his shoulder and causing his whole body to spasm in pain.
It felt like someone had ripped his shoulder apart, and the feeling of his bones cracking, his muscle tissue ripping, the nerves in his shoulder being severed. His flesh torn apart was excruciatingly painful. His voice was lost, and his breath hitched as he tried to scream out in pain.
The creature hissed once again, its tail still deep inside his shoulder, twisting around and moving about, causing more pain than Y/N could ever have imagined. But suddenly, his body began to go numb. Y/N couldn't move a single muscle; he lay there paralysed, his eyes wide in fear, tears streaming down his face as the creature got closer.
Y/N saw its claws extend; as it got closer, he could feel its breath on his face. Still, suddenly, it snapped its head in another direction, running off, leaving Y/N bleeding in silence.
He saw a dark shadow approach him, and the last thing he heard before his vision went blank was the sound of his own screams.
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