COMPLETED
Y/n L/n is a simple teenage girl although her life is anything but. Why, you ask? Because, from a vengeful werewolf to power hungry Alphas and spectral riders, with a splash of blossoming romances, nothing will ever be simple in Beacon Hil...
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In a dusty little town in Mexico Stiles, Y/n and Lydia glance at the residents who pass by, going about their day as usual. "This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says.
"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia responds.
"What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles. This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?"
"I'm aware it's not our best."
"I don't really like it either, but it's all we got." Y/n pointed out. "I mean, it could always be worse, right?"
"We are going to die."
"Are you saying that as a banshee or are you just being pessimistic?" Stiles asked as they started to walk along the dirt road.
"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die."
"We'll be fine, Lyds." Y/n assured.
"Would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual banshee predictions?" Stiles requested of the strawberry blonde.
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die."
"Oh, thank you."
"Mmm."
As the sun set they eventually make it to the back alley entrance they had been looking for, two men standing guard in front of the doors. Y/n stood in front of the two with Stiles and Lydia behind her. "Estamos aquí para la fiesta." (We're here for the party.) Y/n tells them. Stiles gives her a surprised look that he has to quickly cover up. One of the men shakes his head, silently telling her they had the wrong place. Y/n glances at Stiles over her shoulder and he reaches into his pocket for a card with a skull printed on it. The man glances up at a camera and Stiles holds the card in clear view of the lense. A buzz sounds out and the door swings open. The men stand aside so the three teens could enter.
They look around the dimly lit hall, looking back at the door as it closes behind them, before they continue to the door on the other side. "I didn't know you could speak Spanish." Stiles can't help but mention.
"I speak a handful of languages. Alan taught me incase I ever needed it." Y/n responded before she looked at him over her shoulder. "¿Eso te impresiona, amor?" (Does that impress you, love?)
"I have no idea what you just said, but that was hot." Y/n huffed a laugh while Lydia rolled her eyes in slight amusement. As they get closer to door they notice the wall-mounted lamps are rattling with the pounding of music. Y/n looks back at the two, recieving a nod from Lydia, and she opened the doors, the music now surrounding them as they walk into the densely packed room. Partygoers dance and laugh together under the pulsing lights.
