❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
༄ ‧₊˚ ★
↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 4
BLAKE ༄ ‧₊˚ ★
"Like I said, I told my dad everything I could." Stiles declares, storming through the front door of Scott's house with me close behind.
"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asks frantically as we follow him further into his house.
Stiles throws his hands up. "You barely told me about Liam."
I frown. "Yeah, speaking of... where is Liam?" I ask, my eyes darting around the room as if expecting him to appear out of thin air.
"He's upstairs," Scott says vaguely.
"Upstairs doing what... exactly?" I press, slowing my pace as Scott comes to a halt at the bottom of the stairs.
"Uhm..." he exhales. "Lying down."
Stiles and I exchange a look, both of us raising our eyebrows in sync. Lying down?
Stiles yanks open the shower curtain, and my jaw nearly hits the floor at the sight inside.
There, crammed into the bathtub, is the freshman, Liam, mummified in duct tape. His entire body is wrapped up from head to toe, his mouth sealed shut with more of the stuff. He looks like a DIY hostage project gone horribly wrong.
Liam's eyes dart between me and Stiles, wide with panic, and he starts hyperventilating, muffled grunts spilling out from behind the tape. It's clear he's pleading for us to help him, but the situation is so insane, I can barely wrap my head around it.
I glance over at Scott, who's standing off to the side, staring at Liam with a detached, almost blank expression. I don't quite think he even knows what he just did.
He kidnapped a kid.
That goes to our school.
Oh gosh, I hope Stilinski doesn't send us to jail.
"Not exactly the kind of thing I expected to walk into this late at night," I mutter, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
With a sigh, I grab the curtain and begin to pull it shut again, as if hiding Liam behind the fabric might make this less ridiculous.
Liam's muffled cries grow louder as he thrashes in the tub, struggling against the layers of tape. The scene feels almost surreal as I close the curtain, leaving the panicked freshman trapped inside like some burrito.
All three of us exhale in perfect sync as we slump onto the edge of Scott's bed, the weight of the situation sinking in.
"So... you bit him?" Stiles asks, breaking the silence, his voice flat.
