"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
x fem!reader
season 1 - 6
highest: #3 in teenwolf
: #1 in stilinski
: #1 in banshee
: #5 in stilesstilinski
: #1 in allisonargent
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"What kind of shape is sociopathic bitch?"
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Stiles and I walk side by side, following Lydia through a small town in Mexico. We're here for a specific reason, not just for a holiday.
"I don't like this plan." Lydia speaks up.
"Same." I agree. "This is the stupidest plan we've ever come up with."
Lydia purses her lips. "We're going to die."
"Are you saying that as a banshee or just being pessimistic?" Stiles questions.
"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die." Lydia replies.
"Would you mind restricting any talk of death to banshee predictions." Stiles says.
"This plan is stupid and we're all going to die." Lydia repeats.
I laugh at the look of Stiles' face. We carry on walking through the streets of Mexico until we come to a stop at a wooden door which has two men guarding it. Lydia begins to speak Spanish to them then Stiles shows the camera a card with a skull on it. The three of us walk inside, down the hallway to another door.
I open the door and on the other side is a party filled with drunk people dancing. Stiles places his hand on my back, guiding me through the crowd as I hold Lydia's hand to make sure she isn't lost. We come to a bar where three drinks are placed in front of us.
"On the house." A man says with a thick accent. "Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."
"We didn't come to drink." Lydia informs him.
I drop a golden bullet into the glass cup, which is filled with alcohol, in front of me.
♡
I sit in between Stiles and Lydia, watching the woman across the table ramble about music as she cuts through a fabric.
"We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia speaks up. "We know you have him."
The woman doesn't reply, making another sharp cut into the fabric. Stiles picks up the bag, slamming down stacks of money onto the table in front of us.
"We heard you can be brought." I begin. "50,000 for Derek."
"Now, where do some teenagers get money like this?" The woman asks. "Japanese mafia?"
The sound of multiple guns cocking fills the room, making the three of us jump in surprise before turning to face the woman once again.
