Scott stared down at their newest member of the pack, a small wolf pup that Derek had found near it’s dead mother when on a quick trip up North, he hadn’t been able to find the rest of the pack. The pup had quickly wormed his way into everyone’s hearts and was beyond spoiled by Stiles, its main caretaker.
Stiles had a pack full of toys and the necessities to care for the pup in his hands, looking earnestly at the two of them. Scott shared a look with Isaac.
Jumping to the subject, Stiles thrust the bag into Scott’s arms and said, “ALRIGHT, so as you know, I’m going camping with my dad, and Derek says he has a meeting-thing to go to-.”
Lie. Scott shot Derek a look as the Alpha glared. Isaac barely held back a smile.
“So, since neither of us can watch the little guy, you two will have to.”
“Why can’t Lydia, or Allison, or Boyd?” Scott asked. “You know how my mom is with pets.”
“Yes, that’s why he’s staying with Isaac, here,” Stiles replied, grinning. Isaac crouched down to pet the puppy at his feet. “Allison and Lydia are both on the prom council and they’re busy right now, and Boyd is too busy with work to be caring for a puppy.”
Scott nodded slightly, “Alright…”
“Great, I’ve got to go finish packing and…I really don’t know what Derek’s doing, but he’s got to go, too?” Stiles turned to look at Derek and turned back to Scott with a shrug. “Have fun!” he added as he left.
Isaac grinned at Derek, “So…another trip? Just as Stiles is going camping? What a coincidence.”
Derek gave Isaac a sarcastic smile. “Shut up,” and turned to leave.
Scott went around to Derek’s and found Isaac sitting in middle of a mess of feathers. “What happened?”
“We were playing, and then he went for a pillow and I said ‘no’ and he kind of gave me this look and then he ran at me and then I tried pulling it away but wolf teeth so it tore and and…” he trailed off, looking at Scott with wide eyes. “He ran off to another room and I just…”
“Wow,” Scott could barely hold back the smile. “Well…let’s find him, and then clean up?” Isaac nodded his agreement and Scott pulled him to his feet.
Ignore the horrible unfinishedness-feelingness-things plz i’m trying to get over writers block via drabbles
He wakes up in a hospital with the taste of blood in his mouth. He blinks against the dark of his room and moves his fingers, then hands, arms, and stares at them for a bit before surveying his room. It’s dark, like he first noticed, but there’s the ever present beeping of his heart monitor and a low light from under the room’s door. Clearing his throat hurts but he ignores the pain to address the man lying across his legs. Nothing. Again, this time with a jiggle of his leg. It seems to jar the other and in a second, he’s staring into wide eyes that don’t seem to believe what they’re seeing. Him, he guesses.
“Hello,” his voice is scratchy—probably from disuse, but it could be natural as well.
He stares at the other, “That is my name?” he seemed thoughtful. “Cas…” he let’s it roll off his tongue and nods. “Who are you?” he asked after a moment of silence between them, where the stranger seemed to go through multiple panicked expressions.
“Dean—I’m Dean…you don’t remember me?” he asked slowly.
He stares at Dean for a second before saying, “No,” and “I’m sorry.”
Dean doesn’t look as crestfallen as he would’ve thought. “That’s okay—you’ve lost your memory once, you can remember me again,” he says resolutely with a head nod. “We can help you remember at the Lair.”
“Lair.” He repeats, eyebrow raising in question. Briefly, he wondered what their occupation was that he would lose his memory and they lived in a ‘lair’.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you all the things you won’t want to remember.” Dean says it so aloof, with a carefree grin that barely hides the pain. He nods at the other and looks down at himself. “Oh, right, here.” Dean goes to the cupboards in the corner and take clothing and shoes out, handing it to him. “We gotta get going soon…” he added as he stepped away, towards the curtain that cuts his part of the room off from the rest of the occupants.
Over and over, his fists connected with the bleeding alpha’s face. He knew he wasn’t doing much damage, that the pain was only temporary and that once he tired, the alpha would heal and he would be overcome. He finds it a miracle the alpha hasn’t tried fighting against the already weakening bonds that hold him to the ground, but Stiles isn’t about to complain.
Only another little bit until Derek and the rest of the pack reach them, only a few more minutes and he can stop the assault that’s left his knuckles bloody and aching.
Only a moment until he can stop.
“I never want to get married.”
Scott looked to Isla with confusion written across his face. “Why not?” he asked as he looked away from her face, back to the sky they were currently staring at.
She shrugged. “I just feels like it’d be suffocating.”
Scott nodded slightly and said, “Huh,” they fell back into a silence that only broke when Scott said, “Do you think werewolves mate for life?”
Isla made a face and shrugged. “I hope not.”
“That’s a bit sad.”
“That cloud looks like a meatball.”
“A lot of clouds do.”
“I think I’m just hungry, wanna get a meatball sandwich?” he asked as he sat up. She nodded and followed his lead.
“I really don’t like this werewolf crap.”
Isla looked at him from over her textbook. “Why not?”
“The wolf in you, brings out the-.”
“Please don’t finish that, it sounds like a song I heard once.”
Scott gave her a confused look, complete with head tilt. “What?”
“The woman in you, brings out the man in me?” She quoted, eyebrows raised. “Anyways, that can’t be the real reason you hate this werewolf stuff—don’t front, you just hate having to do research instead of getting Stiles to do it.”
Scott sighed dramatically as he dropped the large tomb onto the table, “He’s just gotten so distracted by Derek lately, and I really don’t get it.”
“It is weird,” Isla agreed, nodding. “So, sprites can be little shits.”
“Tell me about it.”
“That was a bitch move.”
“I know right?”
“Who does that and then says ‘nope never mind not worth it’?”
“Tell me about it! He was crying,” Scott said with a sigh. “I mean, I just—why is Derek being a buttface?”
“Got me.” Isla shrugged her shoulders. They sat in silence for a few more moments. “Stiles wanted to marry Derek—marry him—and then…I don’t know, I’m too out of my element in this.”
“You still don’t want to get married?”
“So Derek being a jerkface is entirely explainable in 10 words or less!”
Scott turned to her with a sigh and looked expectant. Stiles resolutely was not listening and was reading the books Deaton had given him with a concentration that made Scott’s head hurt from just looking at him.
Isla looked between the two and waved her hands about, looking excited. “He. Came. Into. Contact. With. The. Sprites.”
Scott looked confused. “What?”
“Sprites only mess with people when they’re mean to them—who is the resident grumpy werewolf in Beacon Hills?” Isla waved her hands around. “We just gotta go and apologize and then Derek will be back to his old self—the one who likes Stiles.”
Stiles huffed but dropped the book he was reading and walked to the door. The two followed after.
“I cannot believe they bound us together.”
Isla snorted. “You can’t?”
Scott rolled his eyes. “Okay, I can, but why us? Why isn’t Stiles tied up to us? He’s the one who went and yelled at the Sprite-king-person. We just stood there.”
“They said we needed to be shown something—maybe this is like a…you got lucky punishment, or something?” she tried. When Scott continued looking dubious, she rolled her eyes and waved her hands about. “Whatever, it’s not like we can’t leave each other’s sides or anything,” they had been told that they were not attached, but they’d have an itch they couldn’t scratch if they were too far apart for any amount of time. “And besides, Stiles and Derek are back together and being sickeningly weird.” They were never sickeningly sweet, unless you caught them watching a movie together or doing something domestic, but that’s besides her point.
Scott sighed but nodded his agreement. “Fine, yes, okay but what do we do about this?” he asked, waving between them.
“Act like nothings changed and use the bathroom as quickly as we can.”
“I’m getting weird looks,” Scott muttered. He heard Isla laugh from the girls’ bathroom at the college. Another girl passed, giving Scott the stink eye. “I just got the stink eye!” Another laugh. He nearly sagged with relief when he heard the toilet flush.
“Keep your panties on, I’m almost done,” Isla said quietly as she washed her hands. She opened the door and watched with amusement as Scott fell backwards and onto his butt.
“Cook with me or so help me God, I will murder you.”
Isla looked surprised but joined Scott in the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”
“This damned itching has not stopped once since you went to class! It’s driving me insane!”
“Oh,” Isla made a noise and then asked. “So what are we making?”
“My mom asked if we’re together.”
“And what did you say?” Isla asked.
Isla grinned in response. “What did she say?”
Scott made a face and his voice went high as he quoted his mom, “That’s too bad, Isla is a lovely girl and I want grand babies, Scott, grand babies.”
“You gotta admit, we would have adorable children.”
Scott made a humming sound and said, “As long as they look like me as a werewolf, I think we’d be fine.”
Isla opened her mouth, closed it, then said, “Rude,” before walking away, only to return a moment later with a glare and muttered, “Fucking itching.”
Scott awkwardly patted her shoulder and said, “Sorry.”
“I hate Sprites.”
“I’m sure the industry won’t miss you.”
“No—shut up, you know I meant the creature things,” Scott said with a laugh. “You can’t be telling me this isn’t bothering you?” he asked. “We’ve been stuck together for the better half of 5 months—the only reason we’re not going crazy is because we both decided to stay in Beacon Hills!”
Isla shrugged and said, “We should try to learn their lesson if it’s bothering you so much.”
Scott sighed and fell into the seat beside her. “You’re the one saying you don’t want to be tied to one person, why isn’t this bothering you more?”
Isla shrugged. “I don’t know—I’m used to you?” she gave him a quick grin and added, “My wolf doesn’t mind you, either.”
“I think the bond is broken!”
“Did it really take you this long to figure it out?” Isla asked as she watched Scott exit the bathroom in nothing but his towel. She buried herself under the covers to her bed and yawned. “We’ve been together for two weeks and you’re finally noticing?”
“Hey, the only time we’ve been apart was when we have classes, and I’m too focused on those to notice anything!”
“Yeah, sure,” Isla yawned again and pulled the blanket aside. “Get back in bed before I kick you out of my room.”
Scott complied by falling into the bed and pulling Isla against him. “So do you want to get married?”
I would never shun anyone for anything they want in a fic jsyk
I'm Waking Up, I Feel It In My Bones -
Not really any pairings. Pack bonding. If you want to squint it’s pre-Berica and Isaac pining.
Summary: Stiles and Derek force Erica, Isaac, Boyd, and Scott to bond. They get to talking about how and why they’re werewolves. Scott may or may not internally scream at their life choices.
(Source: mywhatfulllipsyouhave, via ficsbyfae)
I Still Remember How It All Changed -
Part 2 of Falling Ass Over Head
Sterek, Scisaac and Berica. The Sheriff knows and the Hales live. This is basically how the pack became pack even though Derek’s not Alpha, and how Derek found Stiles (It’s all very anticlimactic tbh)
Derek would never admit that the reason he and Stiles got together was an old crazy person, and a Kanima, when Stiles was almost 16, but that’s what it was.
Falling Ass Over Head -
Summary: Stiles accidentally magics and is sent back pre-Hale Fire
He’s going to kill Deaton when he finds him. Kill him dead. Why? If it wasn’t for Deaton giving him the book, and telling him how much of a ‘spark’ he had for things, and sending him off with nothing more than the instructions to ‘read up’, then he probably wouldn’t be in this mess.
‘This mess’ is being stranded in the forest at night, staring at a much younger looking Peter Hale.