seen from United Kingdom
seen from Latvia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Thailand
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
Watching that one Teen Wolf episode where Derek is training Boyd and Erica and Isaac in the subway and Erica kisses him and Derek shoves her off and realizing it's because she's a minor in High School and he's an adult and he will NOT do the same thing to her that Kate Argent did to him 😭😭
ㅤsabrina spellman ;; chilling adventures of sabrina ㅤ↳ please like or reblog if u use
character posters: allison argent /tw series/
Chapter 5: The Body (Blue Moon Series)
A/N: I totally forgot to do an author’s note wth haha, oh well, enjoy!
Summary: Y/N McCall, Scott McCall’s younger sister, starts her first year at Beacon Hills High School when something unexpected happens to her brother. Her entire world is turned upside down and it is up to her to figure out how to juggle romance, schoolwork, friendship and the supernatural without risking her life (too much)
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, Stiles making terrible werewolf puns
Word Count: 7,4 K words
Chapter 4 & Chapter 6
6:41, McCall House
Derek rushed to Scott and gripped his shoulders before pushing him against the wall of the back of the room in one swift movement, Y/N shrieking as he pulled her with him. Holding the teenager by the neck and pressed against the wall, Derek leaned in close and shook Y/N’s arm slightly as she tried to get a way as best she could, knowing full well her strength would never compare to the werewolf’s.
“I saw you on the field,” hissed Derek and Scott, panicking, huffed heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
“What are you talking about?” wailed Scott.
Y/N’s heart thumped against her ribs as she kept trying to pry her wrist out of Derek’s tightly closed fist. The man suddenly yelled and it made her whole body freeze, tension running through it at his words.
“You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us-” he started but Y/N cut him off.
“-let us go! Stop!” she exclaimed, as she tried to kick him in the leg but he didn’t even wince at the contact of her foot against the crook of his knee, his only reaction being twisting her wrist. She groaned and whimpered, her mouth ridden of any words she was planning to say.
“And then it’s not just the hunters after us, it’s everyone.”
Scott tried his best to exhale but to no avail, Derek’s thumb pressing against his windpipe.
“They- didn’t see anything, I swear!” he tried to convince his aggressor.
“And they won’t. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday,” he turned to look at a terrified yet clearly angry Y/N, “I’ll kill her.”
After those terrorizing words slipped from his lips, Derek let go of both of the McCalls and jumped out of the window carelessly. Scott fell to the ground, wheezing. Y/N sat on the bed and tried to slow her rapid heartbeat, face flushed and eyes wide.
“Holy shit,” whispered Stiles and she sent him a glare through the webcam.
“Holy shit? Holy shit? Seriously? This is the guy that killed that girl in the woods? This is Derek Hale?” she exclaimed, furious with both her brother and the boy with his mouth left agape.
“In the flesh…”
“Oh my god. What in god’s name did you get yourselves into?” she whined, letting her back fall onto the bed with a quiet thump.
“I think you already know the answer to that Y/N, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this room right now.”
She immediately turned her head to the laptop and Stiles regretted his previous sentence. She got up and walked towards the computer, pointing slightly at the webcam.
“No. You do not get to be a smartass right now Stiles. I’m going to die because of you, dickheads!” She shot around to meet Scott’s eyes.
“And you. You are not playing on Saturday. I don’t care what Allison says, what mom says, I don’t give the slightest crap what Coach says. You are not even going to sit in the bleachers. Got it?” she said, seething.
“Got it,” answered a petrified Scott, still lying against the wall.
“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower. Try not to set the house on fire or conjure up a ghost while I’m gone please.” And she walked out.
“I don’t know who’s more lethal, Derek or your sister.”
Friday, 12:34, Beacon Hills Indoor Cafeteria
A week had gone by since the incident in Scott’s bedroom. Classes were long and tiresome, homework was demanding and time-consuming. However, school was the least of her worries. Unfortunately, even a week hadn’t been long enough for Derek’s traumatizing words to erase themselves from Y/N’s memory, let alone for them to lose their importance in her mind. He was dangerous, that much was clear, and what was even more dangerous about the teenagers’ situation was the fact that they knew nothing about him. All she could think about as her teachers droned on about the concept of democracy and French irregular verbs was- well…literally everything.
Stiles had spent the whole week trying to listen in on the Sheriff department’s calls and he had even tried to log on his father’s computer. The password having unfortunately been changed, his plans had fallen through. He had also spent quite few hours bringing Y/N up to speed with everything that had happened since that fateful night when Scott got bitten. She thanked him, knowing however that the extra information hadn’t given her the feel of peace she thought she would get, instead, it just made her even more anxious.
First of all, because now she knew just how positively dead they were, secondly, because this meant she had more to keep from Carrie. She felt terrible about Carrie being left in the dark about all of this. Truth be told, she wanted more than anything to come clean about her latest “adventures”, hell, even just to ask for advice. How was she supposed to deal with this alone?
“But you’re not alone,” Stiles had told her after she had tried convincing him and her brother to give her permission to tell Carrie the truth. They didn’t get it though. Obviously, they were in on this too, they knew what was going on and they had assured that she was a part of “Wolfie Club” as Stiles had jokingly called it. But still, she felt alone. She needed her friend.
That kind of secret was a burden that her little shoulders just couldn’t carry on her own. One could argue that she didn’t have to listen to her brother and friend, but she was loyal and once promises had been spoken, they had to be kept. No point in discussing it any further.
So the fifteen year old girl sat in her seat at lunch that Friday ignoring Stiles and Scott’s banter, wondering to herself how on earth she was going to manage holding her tongue, helping them out and not imploding due to the giant ball of stress and fear growing in her abdomen, all at the same time.
“-right? Y/N?”
“What?” Y/N snapped out of her daze.
“You agree with me right? We have to find the body. Well- the top part,” said Stiles, tripping over his words.
“I’m sorry, can we rewind?” she asked, rubbing at her forehead.
“Stiles’ dad just installed a curfew. He’s looking for the murderer-” said Scott until Stiles interrupted him hurriedly.
“-meanwhile we know who the killer is!”
“Stiles, we can’t just tell your dad what we know,’ said Y/N.
“Which is exactly why we need to look for proof so that we can get Derek arrested for his crimes and so we don’t need to deal with his death threats anymore!”
Stiles leaned back in his seat and bit excessively at his apple, his anxiety obviously through the roof right then. Y/N felt bad for him. She had been so busy thinking about how this whole “thing” affected her, not even taking a minute to realize the fact that her best friend was probably about to overdose on Adderall.
“Well, yeah, okay I agree but how? I mean it’s not like you’re the best sleuth in the world Sti, you can’t even shut up for more than ten seconds, let alone sneak around in a house with a murderer slash werewolf hot on your trail.”
Stiles sniffed and bit his lip as he furiously tapped his knee against the edge of the cafeteria table. He turned to Scott who was picking at his pasta in silence.
“Hey did you talk to Coach about tomorrow?”
“Yeah…”
“Scott…are you or are you not playing tomorrow night?” questioned Y/N, feeling her heart beat a little faster by the minute.
“I- I don’t know.” Stiles and Y/N scoffed and groaned but he threw his hands up in defense.
“You don’t understand! Allison’s coming to the game, so is Mom! And Lydia said I had to play or she’d introduce Allison to the other players.”
“Let her! Jesus, Scott! You’re seriously picking your one week long girlfriend over your sister’s life and safety?”
“And yours?” added Stiles, bewildered and annoyed.
“And the poor kid’s life?” hissed Y/N, noticing that people were starting to turn their heads in their direction.
“Who’s?”
“The kid who’s gonna find himself at the wrong place at the wrong time and who’s either going to die or bleed. A lot,” she said angrily.
“Okay, okay! There’s a lot on the line. I know that.”
Scott slumped back into his seat and closed his eyes. Stiles and Y/N shared a look and frowned.
“Look, we’re sorry about this. Okay? It’s not fair. But you don’t have a choice Scott.”
“She’s right Scott. I’m sorry.”
Scott looked down and sighed but nodded.
“Guess I should tell Allison then,” he said before pushing away his tray and sliding his arm in the strap of his backpack as he walked away.
Y/N sighed and mournfully looked at her club sandwich, still neatly placed in her paper plate. Stiles munched on a large piece of apple as he turned to her and stopped when he noticed her plate.
“Hey, you haven’t even touched that. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Really?”
He chuckled and tilted his head in agreement.
“Okay, maybe we are experiencing our fair share of problems right now but is that all this is?”
Y/N paused and looked down at her lap.
“I’ve been a little distant from Carrie ever since this weekend.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t even look at her without wanting to spill everything about Scott. I mean, you guys are lucky. You’ve got each other, you’re a pair.” Stiles opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off before he could. “And- don’t say that’s not true because you know that it is. Sti, you’re my best friend and Scott’s my brother, but you guys are brothers as well.
“I can spend as much time with you two as I want, it’s never gonna change the fact that my relationship with you is different from your relationship with Scott. And it’s okay. I don’t mind, I realized that a long time ago. But it means that you’re a pair and I’m a single. I have Carrie, but I can’t bring her into all of this.”
“You can’t be a pair,” said Stiles, nodding his head slowly.
“I can’t be a pair.” Y/N bit her lip as he reached for her hand and cupped it with his own.
“I’m sorry that you can’t tell her all about this, Blue. I really am. I wish you could. Maybe one day, Scott’ll tell you he’s okay with it but for now, it does have to stay between us.”
“I know.”
“Okay.”
Y/N squeezed his hand and let go of it, reaching for her sandwich and digging in.
4:02, McCall House
After school, Y/N rode home on her bike and let it fall on the grass of the front lawn, too tired to prop it against the wall of the house. Walking up the stairs after having gotten a water bottle from the fridge, she took out her phone and tapped on the Messages app.
Y/N: hey Car i missed u this week. wanna hang this weekend? watch dumb romcoms and have pizza?
Y/N walked into her room and sat down on her bed, pulling off her little black boots from her sore feet as she yawned. This week had simply been exhausting. Suddenly, she heard her phone emit a ding and she turned it on in a flash hoping it would be Carrie.
Scott: I found something guys, both of you come to my room asap
Y/N didn’t hesitate and went straight into Scott’s room, shutting the door behind her, a pang of disappointment floating around her stomach. She turned around and saw what Scott was doing.
“What happened to your lacrosse stick?” she gasped, rushing towards him and snatching it away from him.
“I went to see Derek,” he answered, looking at his stick, more precisely, at the torn net.
“Why?”
“He’s messing with Allison. I think he’s going to hurt her if we don’t act fast.”
Y/N raised the stick and her eyebrow simultaneously at him.
“He doesn’t know you have replacement string, does he?”
“I think it was more so to prove a point.”
“Ah.”
She sat on the floor next to his bed, looking up at him as he shifted over his covers.
“So, what did-“
“-what did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I’ve had a lot of Adderall, so-,” Stiles said quickly and loudly as he entered running into Scott’s bedroom. He stopped, heaving and blinking his eyes a couple of times before trying to catch his breath.
“I found something at Derek Hale’s,” answered Scott.
“Are you kidding? What?” interrogated Stiles before turning to Y/N and taking a step back as though he hadn’t seen her, “Oh hey Y/N.”
“Hi?” she replied, the corners of her mouth quirking up a bit at his hyperactive behavior.
“There’s something buried there– I could smell blood,” Scott answered, screwing his nose up a bit.
“Wait what?”
“That’s awesome! I mean that’s terrible. Who’s blood?”
“I don’t know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you guys help me figure out a way to play lacrosse without changing. Because there’s no way I’m not playing that game.” Scott got up as Y/N nodded.
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, pensively.
“We need gloves, a night vision camera, binoculars-“
“-Stiles, we’re not the FBI,” laughed Scott.
“And besides, we’re not going to Derek’s. At least not right now,” Y/N said with an all-knowing look on her face.
“Rrrright,” Stiles said, nodding, “where are we going then?”
“We’re going to the hospital,” she answered the confused boy and Scott and him shared a look as she started explaining her plan.
5:16, Beacon Hills Hospital
Y/N walked into the main hall of the Beacon Hills hospital clutching her wrist with her other hand. After a few minutes of taking the elevator and finding her way, she treaded lightly to her right and peeked at the front desk on the second floor. Sure enough, her mom was there. Sliding her phone out from her back pocket, Y/N quickly typed in a message, hit send and put it away before walking towards Melissa who was busy answering calls.
“Hey, mom,” she said, stepping right into her eyeshot. The nurse looked up and smiled.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” she asked warmly before getting up and making her way around the front desk.
“I hurt my wrist wrestling with Stiles- long story, and I can’t move it much without it being really painful. Could you take a look at it?” she asked, praying she would say yes.
“Well, I’m not really supposed to do consultations for patients without an actual doctor present,” Melissa said, wincing a little and Y/N’s heart sank. “Let’s go.”
She beamed and kissed her mom on the cheek before following her into a patient room a few feet away, looking over her shoulder and winking.
“Okay, let’s do this,” said Stiles as he got her signal, motioning at Scott to go ahead. They both walked slowly in the direction of the front desk and Stiles turned to a certain door. He nodded.
“Good luck, I guess,” he said as Scott pushed the door open and slipped inside, the letters MORGUE written in bold white just a few centimeters away from an arrow pointing in the direction of where he had just gone.
Scott walked into an empty corridor and kept walking until he reached the morgue, a sign on the door signaling that this was where he needed to be. The teenager went inside and started opening the different metal doors, desperately trying to find what he was looking for and scared out of his mind. His heart thumped harshly against his ribcage and he couldn’t help but start hyperventilating when he slid a tray out. On it lay a body covered with a white cloth. Well, technically, half a body.
“Oh god, Y/N, why?” he asked under his breath as he grimaced and flipped the corners of the cloth off the cadaver. A strong scent of blood and slowly rotting flesh filled his nostrils as his eyes landed on the dirty and cold feet of the victim. He could barely stand the smell, it was just too strong and too foul, almost beastly. It was disgusting but Scott concentrated and his eyebrows raised when he recognized it.
Not even bothering to cover the bottom half of the body up again, he slid the tray back in, shut the metal door and ran out of the room, the terrifying image and the gruesome scent following him. When he got to the waiting room, his eyes fell on Stiles, seemingly busy reading what appeared to be a pamphlet on menstruation and he went to tell him he was done.
“Holy god!” exclaimed Stiles when Scott grabbed the pamphlet from his clampy hands.
“The scent was the same.”
“You sure?” asked Stiles as he got up.
“Yes.”
“So he did bury the other half of the body on his property.”
“Which means we have proof he killed the girl,” Scott said, nodding his head.
“Okay we have to text Y/N, let her know the coast is clear. Let’s go.”
Y/N’s phone emitted a ding and she suddenly shot up as her mom felt her arm and wrist.
“You know what, mom, it’s getting better. Besides you have a lot of work to do so I’m just gonna go.” Melissa looked at her and frowned, wondering why she was in such a sudden rush to leave.
“Okay, well, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong. If you’re still feeling sore, put some ice on it and it should get better from there.”
“Great, thank you, I love you!” said Y/N hurriedly before pulling the door open and rushing out of the patient room, leaving her mom alone and puzzled.
“Huh.”
“So, was it the same?”
“Yeah, exactly that.”
“So, the body’s what you were smelling! That’s good news, great even. We can finally get rid of him and get that girl justice,” said Y/N, grinning widely.
“Okay so what do we now?” Scott asked.
“We’re going to Derek’s,” answered Stiles, determined. Y/N nodded.
“We’re gonna need shovels,” she added and Stiles clicked his tongue in agreement. It made her quite happy to know that they were on the same page practically all the time, they rarely disagreed over important things and that gave her a sense of partnership and teamwork she simple loved.
11:56, Hale House, Woods
Derek’s black car gleamed in the moonlight as it drove away from the clearing where the Hale house stood. After a few minutes, a baby blue jeep took its previous spot and the ignition was turned off. The three teenagers left the car, slamming the doors shut behind them and they started to walk towards the house.
“It was around here somewhere when I came earlier,” Scott said, gesturing at a spot a few feet away from the left side of the house.
“I low-key can’t believe we’re about to dig out a human body,” said Y/N as she grabbed a shovel from her brother’s hand and he nodded with a hum.
“It’s weird though, something feels different,” he said, contemplating the ground.
“Different how?” asked Stiles, stopping his first dig mid-movement.
“I don’t know.” Scott walked closer towards the spot he had pointed at minutes earlier and pushed his shovel in the humid ground. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Agreed. I am not spending one minute more than necessary here. Fucking creeps me out,” Y/N said, shuddering as she started digging on Scott’s right.
The three dug for a while, time slow and taunting as their arms felt heavier and their muscles ached. They didn’t speak during that time, the only sounds besides the incessant scraping of the shovels in the dirt were their grunts and groans as they kept going. No one talked until finally, Scott paused to wipe his brow and spoke.
“This is taking too long,” he said.
“Just keep going.”
“What if he comes back?” asked Y/N, stopping to properly look over at Stiles who was still going at it.
“Then we get the hell out of here,” Stiles answered.
“What if he catches us?” Scott questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion and anxiety.
Stiles shrugged and looked ahead but kept going, digging his shovel in the ground as deep as possible.
“I have a plan for that.”
“Which is?”
He grunted and waved his shovel in the air, almost banging Y/N on the forehead with the metal object.
“You run one way, I’ll run the other, so does Y/N. Whoever he catches first, too bad,” he said, shrugging before starting to dig again.
“I hate that plan,” whined Scott.
Y/N nodded with a neutral expression on her face after having given the so called “plan” a thought.
“Actually, I second it.”
“You seriously think you could outrun Derek?” inquired her brother with a smirk as Stiles scoffed.
“I don’t have to outrun Derek, I just have to outrun one of you.”
“Touché.”
The three of them chuckled before Y/N spoke again.
“This is really starting to bore the crap out o-”
“-alright stop, stop, stop!” exclaimed Stiles when he felt the edge of his shovel touch something a little harder than the humid soil beneath their feet. Y/N’s breath hitched as both the boys let go of their shovels and bent down to start digging with their hands.
Their dirty fingers unraveled some string and they both looked at each other, puzzled.
“Okay just get whatever that is above ground, guys, he’ll be back any minute now,” Y/N whispered, her heart beating faster and faster by the minute.
Sure, they had done some pretty cool and forbidden stuff before like when they hung out in the principal’s office when Scott and Stiles were in the 7thgrade at night or like that one time when they had hidden in the storage room of a comic book store downtown for hours before the manager had found them. Those times had definitely made their pulses raise, but they were nothing like what the teenagers were experiencing right then. This was some other level.
“I’m trying. Did he have to tie this thing in like, 900 knots?” said Stiles, hissing lightly as his long fingers desperately tried to untie the string.
“I’ll do it.” Scott knelt further down to help him and sure enough, together, they managed. Opening up the package by pulling off the dirty material, their eyes fell upon a dead black dog.
Scratch that, it was too big to be a dog.
“Oh my god!” yelled out Scott, jumping backwards and landing on his backside, groaning at the impact with the ground.
Y/N shrieked and looked away, covering her mouth and moving her legs in a squeamish fashion as though she were urgently in need of going to the bathroom. Stiles meanwhile gagged and fell back alongside his best friend all the while cursing.
“What the hell is that?” he exclaimed, gesturing towards the disgusting and morbid thingin the hole they had just dug up.
“It’s a wolf,” said Scott, staring at the dead animal with disgust yet curiosity.
“Yeah I can see that!”
“Cover it up, please, please cover it back up Scott!” Y/N whined, trying her best not to throw up due to the vile smell.
Scott shook his head just as he was about to tell her they had to inspect it but Stiles cut him off before he could even utter her name.
“I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?” said Stiles, annoyed and confused all at once.
Y/N was completely bewildered by what they had just discovered. Why had Derek buried a wolf? Was it a werewolf? If so, had he been a member of the pack? Was it a she? Thousands of questions swam around her head and she almost felt woozy as she tried to focus on one.
“I told you something was different.”
“This doesn’t make sense,” said Stiles as he closed his eyes.
“We gotta get out of here.”
“No! We can’t!” Y/N exclaimed, ignoring the rotten stench coming from the hole.
“Why not?” asked Scott.
“Because! You’re not telling me you’re not even a little curious as to why this is here?”
“No, honestly Blue, we have to go, like, now.Scott, help me cover this up.”
Y/N groaned as she shook her head, rolling her eyes before turning and gasping a little. Her gaze had rested on a flower, partially hidden in the earth, the deep purple petals barely visible through the humid soil.
“What is it?” inquired Scott as she started to walk away from them and towards the curious flora, almost hypnotized by its beauty. “Y/N?”
Y/N ignored him and bringing two fingers down to the stem of the flower, she tugged lightly. Only the flower didn’t detach itself from its roots. Instead, they left their earthy cage with it.
A long line of string followed and Y/N, perplexed, looked over at the teenage boys who were staring at the plant in her hand.
“What the-?”
“-Y/N, don’t touch that!”
“Ugh, it’s fine. I haven’t turned to a big pool of green slime okay? Give the dad talk a rest.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow and she brushed it off, instead inspecting the flower. It really was mesmerizing. Tiny little light green leaves stuck out the side of it and it offered contrast with the purple color of the flower itself.
“What is so special about this flower?” Y/N asked herself. She felt drawn to it, but as to why? She had no clue.
“Not to interrupt your newfound passion for herbology but we really should go. If Derek finds us here, we’re dog food.”
Scott slapped Stiles’ chest with the back of his hand and glared at him.
“Well what? Dog food is more fitting than toast in this case.”
The glare didn’t cease and Y/N snorted, looking away from them only to start inspecting the string attached to the plant in her hands.
“Agree to disagree.”
“Hey guys?”
“What?”
Y/N slowly backed away from the place she had found the flower all the while staring at the tiny hole in the soil and treaded lightly. Their eyes widened as more and more string left the confines of the earth, leaving a concave trace on the ground but Y/N didn’t stop. Her heart thumped in her chest and she kept going, walking behind Scott and Stiles then making a whole turn around them. And another, and another, and another one after that. Finally, the string came to an end and Y/N looked up, confused. She squinted her eyes at the traces left beneath her feet when Scott spoke up.
“Look,” he said, simply, staring at the grave they had just dug up.
Both Stiles and Y/N rushed over and what their eyes landed on sent a chill down their spines in a matter of seconds, Y/N’s veins turning to ice.
The animal they had found was no longer a wolf, it was a woman. Her top half to be exact.
“Oh shit!” screamed Y/N. “Okay that’s it! We’re out of here.”
“We have to cover it up,” murmured Stiles, his stare not leaving the corpse’s void-filled eyes.
“Yeah, let’s do that, but we have to move fast. Y/N, pass me the shovel!”
She did as she was told and hurried as she grabbed her own, immediately getting to it.
“D’you know what this means?”
“We’ve got him by the tail,” answered Stiles.
“Dude!”
Saturday, 4 pm, McCall House
Soft music played through the small orange speaker on Y/N’s dresser as she absentmindedly tapped the end of her pencil on her desk, her tired eyes staring into an abyss while she tugged at her bottom lip with her fingers.
Her empty thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. Stiles’ name flashed on the screen as the Star Wars bar theme played and she frowned, picking it up swiftly and bringing it up to her ear to answer the call. “Stiles?”
“I lost Scott.”
“You what?”she exclaimed, jumping out of her seat, her whole body tensing.
“It’s not a big deal! But yes, I- uh- lost him…”
“I can’t believe you Stiles. Remind me never to leave you alone with my future kids.”
“Hey, I will have you know that Mrs. Terry was very satisfied with my babysitting ski-“
“-yeah yeah, where are you right now?”
“Woods.”
“Okay, where did you lose him?”
“Woods.”
“Details, Stiles!”
“I had the string with the purple flowers in my bag when we left Derek’s after my dad arrested him and Scott said he couldn’t breathe so I ran out and threw the bag away and I turned around and he was gone! Poof!”explained Stiles, breathlessly.
“Poof?”she repeated, seething with anger.
“Poof?”
“I’m gonna kill you Stiles.”
“Look, I’m gonna call him right now, okay? Just try calling the Sheriff’s department, they don’t take me as seriously as they used to.”
“When did they ever?”she said before hanging up and dialing 911.
“Sheriff’s station, what’s your emergency?”
“Maggie! Hey! It’s Y/N, McCall?”
“Did you Stiles put you up to this?”
“No! What? Just- it’s Scott, we can’t find him-,”
“The Sheriff’s department’s got too much on its plate to worry about your game of hide and seek Y/N, have a good day.”
“No! Wai-“ Y/N shrieked but it was too late, the deputy had hung up.
“Good thing I wasn’t calling about a killer in my house,” she grumbled as she slipped into a dark blue pair of jeans and a grey tank top. She grabbed her maroon sweatshirt and her phone before hurrying out the door. She had to find her brother, before it was too late.
6:55 pm, Beacon Hills High School
Y/N’s muscles ached as she sped on her bike, riding as fast as possible in the direction of the high school, the last place Scott could be at. She had ridden all around the town, scraping her knees and burning thousands of calories as she called out her brother’s name, desperately trying to find him. She had been to Stiles’ house, she had gone to Deaton’s, Scott’s boss. She had called her mom to check if Scott was over at the hospital with her, she had been to the comic book store all the way across town. She had literally ridden every square inch of Beacon Hills but the school and she was sweaty, angry and exhausted.
Grumbling profanities and wiping at her brow, Y/N pulled into the parking lot of her school, shivering slightly due to the cool night air and she set down her bicycle, wasting no time to rush over to the lacrosse field.
“I swear you better be here, Scott,” she mumbled.
Sure enough, Stiles and Scott were there, standing next to their coach as he yelled out their strategy, making some of the players on the team groan and whine.
Y/N didn’t even stop to think but instead rushed over to them and pushed Stiles aside.
“What the hell Stiles?”
“Hey Y/N! Oh my god! I’m so sorry, we just completely forg-“
“-you sent me on a wild goose hunt and didn’t even bother to call me to tell me you had found him! What the hell is your problem?”
“I’m sorry, Blue.”
“You’re sorry? Not good enough. My legs are sore and I am this close to crying from pure exhaustion Stiles.”
“Y/N-“
“-I’m not done talking! I swear to God, if your team doesn’t win the game tonight, I will make it my personal mission to stuff your lacrosse jersey down your throat and do the same thing to Scott.”
“Are you done now?”
“Yes,” she huffed, crossing her arms and exhaling as her shoulders untensed.
“And that is how you motivate a bunch of horny imbecile teenagers! Give it up for- I’m sorry, what’s your name, sweetheart?”
Y/N whirled around only to realize the entire team was staring at her, each and every one of the players utterly shocked and confused as to why she was on the field in the first place.
“Y/N,” she answered, her cheeks reddening immediately. “Good talk,” she added before walking away with clenched fists, a bottomless pit forming in her stomach.
“Oh god,” she muttered under her breath as she walked over to the bleachers and walked a little further up, seating herself right next to a tall and very pretty brunette.
“Do you know him?” asked the gorgeous girl, turning to her.
“I’m sorry?”
“Do you know that guy? Over there? Number eleven?””
“Oh yeah, he’s my brother,” answered Y/N, coolly.
“You’re Y/N?” she asked, a beam painted across her face, making her rosy cheeks wrinkle a bit.
“Uh yeah, and you’re Allison?”
“Scott told you about me?”
“Something like that,” she said, smiling sheepishly. The fact was, ever since the truth had come out over Scott’s new powers, he hadn’t shut up about his new girlfriend, Allison. Both Stiles and Y/N had been shocked and intrigued by the news, wondering how in God’s name Scott had managed to score a date with her in the first place, much to his dismay.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” said Allison, extending her hand, timidly.
“Nice to meet you, Allison,” said Y/N, smiling a little wider this time as she shook it.
Scott’s new girlfriend was extremely warm, her friendliness immensely agreeable. Y/N couldn’t help but want to strike up a conversation but she stopped herself from saying anything, too afraid of scaring her away.
Y/N searched for some familiar faces and found her mother who was waving at Scott with a huge smile on her face. Of course she had come, it was his first big game. She sat on the first bench and set down her handbag. Y/N exhaled slowly. It was at that moment that a certain strawberry blonde seated next to Allison turned her head to her.
“It’s good that your brother chose to step up and play. I hope he makes this game worth our while.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” Y/N muttered under her breath, looking over at the field. Jackson was talking to the coach and Stiles had just sat down in front of the field, obviously looking in the same direction as her. Scott was standing next to the other players on his team and staring back at her. She couldn’t really see his eyes but gripping the edge of the bench on which she was seated, she mouthed something to him.
‘You can do this’
Scott nodded and cracked his neck before placing himself in the right position. The ref blew the whistle. It was go-time.
The ball immediately filled the nets of the Beacon Hills players and for a while, everything seemed to be okay. But something was off. As the maroon players ran around the field, slowly approaching their opponents’ goal, Scott trailed up behind.
“What is he doing?” she asked herself.
Then suddenly, number 10 found himself surrounded by two whites and he cowered, the ball flying out of his net and onto the grass a few feet away due to the force of the opposing team’s defense. Scott whirled his head around, his wide eyes resting on the little white ball and he dove in, ready to catch it with his net. He ran but Jackson caught up with him and shoved him away, grabbing the ball and heading towards the ball.
“They’re keeping him from playing,” she muttered, her eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before the crowd.
Speaking of the crowd, an eruption of cheers echoed through the stands as Shitmore scored and a red digital 1 showed up on the scoreboard right under the letters HOME. Y/N shook her head and cursed under her breath.
“Asshole.”
Allison and Lydia both got up and held up a large banner with the words WE LUV U JACKSON as they whooped and Y/N rolled her eyes, focusing on the field. She tried to catch Scott’s eyes but he was staring at Jackson. Yep, he had probably seen the banner.
“This isn’t good…”
The team huddled up but the teenager stayed away, looking at them with anger seeping through his eyes. The whistle blew once, signaling the game was about to pick up again. Every player got into position, including Scott, and soon the ref blew his whistle again.
White and maroon jerseys ran towards the player with the ball in his net and he sprinted away aiming at his friend. Each person on the field was in motion, the cool breeze of the night blowing softly through their hair as they accelerated their swift movements, trying desperately to catch the ball with their long sticks. Groans and cheers, oohs and aahs and gasps escaped the mouths of the people in the stands and Y/N’s muscles tensed as she heard Allison talk to Lydia.
“I hope he’s okay,” the beautiful brunette said, looking over at Scott who was hunching his back.
“I hope we’re okay,” said Lydia and Y/N almost snapped.
Standing up yet again, Lydia held up another banner, Jackson’s name followed by a #1 drawn onto it with a sharpie. Y/N’s eyes widened and her head snapped in Scott’s direction. He was going to be furious.
Sure enough, the young werewolf had seen it and cracking his neck again, he straightened his back and stood in front of the white player, both at the ready to catch the ball. The shrill sound of the whistle blew and Scott blocked his opponent’s attempt at taking the ball, sending it flying into the night sky.
He moved in a matter of seconds and took a leap, jumping over another player and catching the ball in his net, taking a run for it. The crowd erupted in cheers and Allison gasped, clapping furiously and beaming.
Scott kept going, avoiding the visitors’ defense and pushing away his attackers, passing through a wall of players and shoving their shoulders with his own. Getting just close enough to score, he didn’t hesitate and motioned his net to the ground, throwing the ball right into the opponent’s goal.
The entire stands jumped up, screaming his jersey number, and applauding his swift moves on the field as the players on his team rushed to him to clap their hands on his back.
Y/N squealed and yelled out his name as her eyes widened in pleasant shock.
Maybe it was all going to be okay in the end.
Stiles was cheering as well along with the other benched players and the team’s coach started yelling out instructions to his players.
“Pass to McCall! Pass the ball to McCall! Hey, that rhymes.”
The game resumed and Scott was on fire. He passed more players and scored more points, running from one goal to the next, blowing everyone’s mind with his talent and athletic prowess. One opposing player even passed him the ball at one point, obviously terrified of him.
The end of the game was nearing, there were only a few seconds left on the clock. The stands were quiet for the first time in the whole duration of the game. Y/N exhaled, incredibly nervous. She glanced down at Stiles who was literally chewing on his gloves, his own eyes fixated on Scott.
The ball was sent to him and the teenager caught it with ease, making his way to the goal. But he stopped.
From afar, he seemed to be looking for a bee buzzing around him, his head turning and moving quickly and strangely. It was like he couldn’t situate himself.
“Scott,” murmured Y/N. “Scott, focus.”
His ears perked up and he looked over at the stands only to see his sister and Allison were both muttering words of encouragement in his favor. He breathed heavily and straightened his back before looking ahead. The goalie seemed terrified, gripping his stick with terror.
Scott raised his arms and sent the ball flying towards the net. Time stopped. Then, the whistle blew for the last time.
Everyone screamed and cheered, waving their maroon banners in the air and chanting “McCall!” over and over again.
“That’s my kid! That’s my son!” exclaimed Melissa, gasping for air as she raised her fists in the air and arched her back.
Stiles ran towards the field and jumped up and down, screaming his head off and everyone followed. The game had been won. Scott had scored for his team, they had won! All thanks to him.
Y/N could barely believe it as she ran down the steps of the bleachers and onto the field to join the cheerful crowd. She joined Stiles and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in a tight hug as they both laughed and whooped.
“Oh my god! Scott?” called out Y/N, searching for her brother through the crowd.
“Scott?”
Stiles and Y/N looked around but no trace of the young werewolf could be seen. Turning to each other, their faces turning white as sheets, they both ran off in the direction of the woods, calling out his name over and over again.
Y/N’s heart was beating so fast, she could practically feel a dent in her skin above her ribs as she ran and yelled for him. Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the school, running as fast possible.
Rushing through the corridors, Stiles yanked Y/N into the boys locker room but pulled her back immediately.
“What are y-,” Y/N was about to ask when he cupped his hand over her mouth and pulled her a little further into the shadows of the dark room. Bringing a finger up to his mouth, he looked straight into her eyes and she shivered. They were pressed against each other, her body squeezed between her friend and the lockers. The moment was interrupted however when his gaze left her own and he peeked at the scene behind said lockers.
He let her go and straightened her tank top. She looked at him, puzzled.
That was when Allison walked towards them and blushed, her lips a little redder than they had been at the game and her hair untidy.
“Hey, Stiles, Y/N,” she said, smiling timidly as she passed them and left the room, the sound of her boots resonating in the hall as she left the perimeter.
Both Stiles and Y/N made their way around the lockers only to find Scott. He looked proud and a goofy smile was plastered on his face as he waved at them, sheepishly.
“Hey.”
Y/N shook her head and laughed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Oh thank God,” she said.
“I kissed her.”
“We saw.” Stiles smiled all-knowingly at his best friend.
“She kissed me.”
“Saw that too.”
“It’s pretty good huh?”
Scott couldn’t stop grinning as Stiles patted him on the back and Y/N’s lips curled into a smile.
Scott’s eyes suddenly widened and he smiled even wider.
“I-I don’t know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back! Maybe I can do this, maybe it’s not that bad!” he exclaimed.
“Uh, yeah, about that.”
“What, what is it?” asked Scott, his eyes turning to his sister.
“The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found,” explained Stiles, his face turning a little dark.
“And?”
“He determined that the victim’s killer was an animal, not a human…”
“Which means, what?”
“Derek is not an animal.”
“Yes?”
“Let me keep it simple, Scott. Derek not animal. Derek thus, not killer. Derek let out of jail,” said Y/N, exasperated.
“Are you kidding?” exclaimed Scott, fear flashing through his eyes.
“No, and here’s the bigger kick in the ass.”
“The victim was ID’d. Her name is Laura Hale.”
“Derek’s sister…”
Scott gasped and shook his head.
“This can’t be happening!”
The three of them stared at the floor when Y/N spoke up.
“But you kissed Allison!”
If you would like to be added to my taglist(s), feel free to fill in this form
@redstringlovers @fandomoverlord221 @rumoured-whispers @twilightparker @writteninthestarsandthesky @hellogoodbyebitch @itsbilescallmebiles @jurrasicpork @brien-odylan @dafine18 @wintxrcandy @theflash-trash @colie87 @loverofwaytoomanythings618 @ashotofblues @agentmarvel13 @viennaparisgreece @perlocutionary @apatheticanvas67482
*bold doesn’t work, third time gets deleted from list :(
Srly why everyone calls tv series merlin not the adventures of merlin? Isn't it a proper title? It has cooler shortcut, TAOM, isn't it cool? ^^
teen worlf dash icons
credit to @pfvrzerrie and @whynelson
plz like this post
LIST OF TAIWAN TV SERIES BY YEAR
2001
Lavender (薰衣草)
Meteor Garden (流星花園)
Meteor Rain (流星雨)
Poor Prince (貧窮貴公子)
2002
Meteor Garden II (流星花園 II)
My MVP Valentine (MVP情人)
Tomorrow (愛情白皮書)
2003
At The Dolphin Bay (海豚灣戀人)
The Rose (蔷薇之恋) - TTV - 2004 Most Popular Drama of the Year: 39th Golden Bell Awards
Westside Story (西街少年)
2004
100% Senorita (千金百分百)
Amor de Tarapaca (紫藤戀) - Chinese Television System (CTS)[2]
Heaven's Wedding Gown (天國的嫁衣)
Love Contract (愛情合約)
Love of the Aegean Sea (情定愛琴海)
Mars (戰神MARS)
The Outsiders II (鬥魚 II)
Yi Nan Wang (意難忘)
2005
Devil Beside You (惡魔在身邊)
Green Forest My Home (綠光森林)
It Started With a Kiss (惡作劇之吻)
KO One (終極一班)
Mr Fighting (格鬥天王)
The Prince Who Turns into a Frog (王子變青蛙)
Reaching For The Stars (真命天女)
2006
Angel Lover - STAR Chinese Channel[3]
Dangerous Mind (危險心靈) - PTS - 2007 Best Television series: 42nd Golden Bell Awards
Hanazakarino Kimitachihe (花樣少年少女)
Silence (深情密碼) - CTV
Smiling Pasta (微笑 Pasta)
The Magicians of Love (愛情魔髮師)
Tokyo Juliet (東方茱麗葉)
2007
Bull Fighting (鬥牛 · 要不要) - Taiwan Television (TTV)
Brown Sugar Macchiato (黑糖瑪奇朵) - Formosa TV (FTV) and STAR Chinese Channel[4]
Corner With Love (轉角＊遇到愛)
My Lucky Star (放羊的星星)
Queen's (至尊玻璃鞋)
Summer x Summer (熱情仲夏)
Sweet Relationship (美味關係) - Chinese Television System (CTS)[5]
Romantic Princess (公主小妹)
The X-Family (終極一家)
Why Why Love (換換愛) - Chinese Television System (CTS)[6]
Ying Ye 3 Jia 1 (樱野3加1)
2008
Fated to Love You (命中注定我愛你)
Honey and Clover (蜂蜜幸運草)
Hot Shot (籃球火)
Invincible Shan Bao Mei (無敵珊寶妹)
Letter 1949 (我在1949等你)
Love or Bread (我的億萬麵包)
Miss No Good (不良笑花)
Mysterious Incredible Terminator (霹靂MIT)
Police et vous (波麗士大人)
The Legend of Brown Sugar Chivalries (黑糖群俠傳)
They Kiss Again (惡作劇2吻)
Rolling Love (翻滾吧！蛋炒飯)
2009
Autumn's Concerto (下一站，幸福) - Taiwan Television (TTV)[7]
Black And White (痞子英雄) - PTS - 2009 Best Television series: 44th Golden Bell Awards
Hi My Sweetheart (海派甜心) - CTS & GTV
K.O.3an Guo (終極三國)
Knock Knock Loving You (敲敲愛上你)
Momo Love (桃花小妹)
ToGetHer (愛就宅一起)
2010
Down With Love (就想賴著妳)
Gloomy Salad Days (死神少女)
Pandamen (熊貓人)
Summer's Desire (泡沫之夏)
Love buffet
2011
Sunshine Angel (陽光天使)
