♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 thirty.

mischief night! 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

WARNING: ADULT AND EXPLICIT CONTENT TOWARDS END OF CHAPTER.

STILES STILINSKI FIDDLED WITH HIS FLASHLIGHT, SHINING IT ON THE HARSH METAL OF THE DARK LOCKER ROOM.

"Dude, I'm already in bed. Aren't we a little too old for this?" Scott groaned through the speaker on the phone. 

Stiles made an exasperated look but dropped it once he remembered that his best friend couldn't see him. "We do this for Coach!" He let out a cluster of excitement. Every year on October 30th, both the boys set up an agonizing prank for the teacher. One that got worse and more complicated each time. Yet this year, The McCall wasn't really feeling it.

"I thought we did this to Coach." 

"Whatever, okay? You know he needs this." the Stilinski rolled his eyes and let out a disappointed groan. "He lives for this stuff, y'know? He loves it. So get your ass down here and help me set up." he pulled open a locker and held the flashlight between his teeth. 

Scott huffed at the human's persistence. "It's the middle of the night, why don't you just ask Dallas instead?"

"Actually, its 12:15." he deadpanned. "And I'd probably end up single if I did that. Anyway, she's getting pranked too. Come on, it'll be awesome. It's officially mischief day." he paused. "Which, by perfect coincidence, is also Coach's birthday."

He noticed his best friend's silence and tutted. "I swear to god, Scott, if you're not here in five seconds I will destroy you."

"Five.. four.. three.. two-"

He jumped at the sound of the werewolf growling behind him. "One."

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The next day, Dallas climbed out the backseat of Lydia's car while listening to her. Allison was by her side and shared knowing looks with her every so often. "It's just, I don't see him in months and when I do, its either a 'you up?' text or some werewolf showdown. It's getting ridiculous."

Dallie rolled her eyes and adjusted the backpack that was slung over her petite shoulders. "Do you want me to eat him? Cause I could totally do that for you." 

Lydia grinned towards her direction and smirked. "You know what, that would actually be super helpful." 

This time, Allison chimed in. "I don't know, Werewolf doesn't sound very appetising." she commented sarcastically, but her tone was playful as they walked towards the school. 

"Only cause you've had your fill, Argent." Dallas hinted not-so-subtly. Allison knitted her eyebrows which Lydia rolled her eyes at.

"Speaking of which, Ally, hows Isaac?"

The huntress tried to suppress her smile and cleared her throat. "Great, how's Stiles?" When they entered the hallways, toilet paper was being thrown around and scrunched up paper. The girls narrowingly avoided it and stepped to the side.

Lydia widened her eyes and let out an astonished giggle. "Wait, Stiles?"

Dallas avoided their looks and hid behind her pink binder. "Okay, you got me there."

Down the hall, the Stilinski in question was shoving a carton of eggs in his locker along with other mischievous equipment. He noticed how his best friend kept glancing over at Kira Yukimura who fumbled with her books inside of her locker. "What are you looking at?"

"You." Scott lied smoothly. 

"Me?" he snickered. "No, you're looking at her." 

"Her?" The Alpha blabbered over his sentences as he leant against the lockers. "Who her?"

"Her her." Stiles nodded over to Kira. "Kira. You like her?" he glanced up at his best friend. 

The McCall seemed to awkwardly trail off. "No. I mean.." he shook his head and grumbled. "Yeah, yeah. She's okay. She's new."

"So ask her out." Stiles deadpanned.     

"Now?"

"No, wait years like I did." he scowled. "Yes, now Scott. Right now. I don't think you get it yet." he patted him on the shoulder. "You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants."

"The hot girl?" He dropped his hands to the side as Isaac Lahey approached them. Confusion laced his features as he entered the conversation. 

Stiles nodded along. "You're the hottest girl." 

Isaac glanced between them. "What?"

"I'm a hot girl." The Alpha turned to Isaac who dropped his confused expression and leant forward.

"Yes, you are."

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Dallas sat at the back of the class, listening to Danny list all the pranks he had set up for Mischief night until she heard Coach Finstock yell from his office. Moments later, the teacher stomped inside the class with his hands on his hips. 

"Mischief night, Devil's night." he snapped. "I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil." 

Dallas slapped her hand over mouth to silence her giggling, as did Danny, which caught the attention of the Coach. "I'm glad you find this funny." he scolded as Stiles snickered from the front row. "Do you think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged?"

Scott sunk in his seat and tried to conceal his grin. "A man's house is supposed to be his castle." he paced around, finally slamming a book against the werewolf's desk. "Mine's a frickin' omelette."

He noticed the neatly wrapped present on his desk and scowled. "You guys really think I'm gonna fall for this again?" he grasped it tightly and turned back to the sniggering class. He dropped it to the floor and hissed. "I don't think so." Finstock hissed once more before stomping on the gift. Glass shattered underneath his feet as the Stilinski whistled with laughter. 

Abruptly, Coach dropped the floor and picked up the broken pieces of glass - which wasn't actually glass, but fragments of the #1 Coach Mug that had been shattered. He then read aloud the letter that came with it. "Happy Birthday. Love, Greenberg."

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At break, Dallas and Danny walked by the empty classrooms as he chatted on to her about her day. "If Ethan makes you happy, Dan, then I don't have a problem with him." she held up her hand as he was about to speak. "However, that being said, if he hurts you again I will remove his head from his stupid little body and use it as a bowling ball."

"And I appreciate it." The Mahealani grinned at his best friend. It wasn't until they passed Mr Yukimura's class did they notice how Kira sat alone at the front of her class. The Siren frowned and grabbed her friend by the shoulder. "Hold on, look."

Danny rolled his eyes and groaned. "Must you save everyone?"

She stuck out her bottom lip and held a sympathetic look on her face. "Aw, Danny, come on. She looks hopeless." 

"Yeah, that's the point."

The girl smacked him on the shoulder before sticking her head in the doorway of Mr Yukimura's class. She grasped both his and his daughter's attention. "Hey, Kira." she hummed. "Me and Danny were thinking of hanging out on the bleachers at lunch, wanna come?"

The Yukimura stumbled over her sentences and swallowed. She glanced towards her father and then back to Dallas. "Uh, yeah. Sure." was all that was rambled out as she grabbed her bag and jacket from beneath the chair. 

"Bleachers?" Danny hummed from behind her. "And what if you see Morelli?"

"He transferred schools. Apparently a broken nose and being kicked from the team was too much embarassment for him to handle." the Siren grinned. "Especially when I threatened to sue him for harassment. I got my dad to set up a court date and everything. Oh, you would've loved it."

She then noticed how Kira approached them with a wide grin. As she opened her mouth to speak, the ringing of the fire alarm caught them all off-guard. "Why do I have a gut feeling that that was the work of Stiles?" Dallas dropped her head before flickering her gaze to Kira who chuckled. "Raincheck?"

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Dallas sat outside the school on the cyan blue benches, scrolling through her contacts and looking for her father's number. She failed to notice how the Stilinski snuck behind her with a smug grin. "Boo!" he exclaimed, his lips beside her ear. The Siren almost dropped her phone as she jumped in fright. She pulled her arm backwards and jabbed him in the shoulder lightly before giving him a scowl. 

"Oh, I hate you." she hissed sarcastically before watching him take a seat beside her. He was rather close to her, which she noticed and raised her brows at. 

"Sure you do." The Stilinski muttered. The rest of the students poured out from the school and gained her attention. Stiles' eyes lingered on her for a little while too long before he mumbled out another response. "Why are you still here, anyway?"

"You tryna get rid of me, Stilinski?" The Siren narrowed her eyes sarcastically. She saw how a grin spread across his face and how he leaned closer to her. "I was about to call my dad and see if he could pick me up, yknow, cause some airhead pulled the fire-alarm." 

A low chuckle erupted from his chest as he avoided her look. "Okay, point taken. Come on." he pulled her up by her hand. "Its a real shame you got sent home early, cause I spent most of the night working on pranks - especially yours."

"Mine?" the girl cocked an eyebrow, her hand swinging in his. 

"Have you not visited your locker yet?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought I would've been sued by now." 

She knitted her eyebrows together. "Yeah, many times. What did you do?"

"I filled it with to the brim with ping-pong balls." he noticed how she quirked a brow. "Locker 625, right?"

Dallas clasped a hand over her mouth and bit back a laugh. "Stiles, that's not my locker." 

Stiles stopped in his tracks. "What, no? Yeah it is."

"Stilinski, mine is 526, not 625." he watched as the horror fell on his face as he soon remembered. "Nice try though." she gave him a kiss on the cheek before trailing off towards his vehicle. 

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James Garcia pulled the trashbag from the can, making sure the bloodied jacket was kept under wraps. He tied the top with a large string and slung it over his shoulder before stepping out into the cold air. 

It had grown rather dark, so much so, that the lawyer struggled to see as far as a few feet in front of him. This was even more apparent as he didn't seem to notice the hooded figure that hid behind the streetlamps.

He swung open the trashcan's lid and threw the rubbish inside, muttering curses as he struggled to figure out how to bring up the topic with his daughter. The figure tried to move closer - to get a clearer few on the man's face, but their foot brushed against an empty soda can and sent it rolling down the pavement.

James swung his head around. "Hello?"

The figure stepped back and hid once more behind the lamp. "Who's there?" 

No response came. Jim knitted his eyebrows and glanced out to the street but saw nothing of interest. He spun around, walking back into the house and almost slipping in fright as he lay eyes on the back of Derek Hale.

"We need to talk." he turned to Dallie's father, concern lacing his tone and his fists clenched.

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Dallas lay back on Stiles Stilinski's bed, furrowing her eyebrows at the crime-board the teenager seemed to have set up himself. "What does all this mean?" she stood up, taking a stance beside him and flicking at the strings.

"Different stages of the investigation." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Green is solved, yellow is to be determined and blue is just.. pretty." 

She tilted her head to the side and ran her finger against the crimson string. "And red?"

"Unsolved." he sighed heavily. "Which seems to be the only colour up there."

She frowned at his slumpness and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You'll figure it out." Dallas gave him a sympathetic smile. "Somehow, you always do." 

Stiles noticed how the moon shone through his bedroom window, and how its luminance seemed to light up all of her features perfectly. He turned to her, resting his forehead on hers before mumbling out more words. "You have too much faith in me." 

She entangled her hands with his and stared up at him. "Or you're way too hard on yourself." Dallas grinned as he rolled his eyes sarcastically. "You figured how to save Mr Tate's daughter, how to control Scott shifting, - god, you even figured out how to stop the Kanima, of all things."

"Stop beating yourself up over a few unsolved cases. Nothing good ever came easy." 

For a singular moment, her look made his worries melt away. It wasn't until he leaned closer did she feel the tender kiss he had placed on her lips. His hands dropped to her waist and tugged at her hips before he pulled away for a second. "How do you always manage to make me feel better?"

"It's what girlfriends do." she hummed as he raised a brow.

"Y'know, I like the sound of that." he watched as she snickered before placing his lips on hers once more. His hands ran down her thighs and lifted her from the floor. Dallas felt weightless in his hands as he placed her on his ruffled mattress. He pushed her hair aside and placed a few messy kisses on her neck while the wind whistled outside. 

Her breath hitched in her throat while he unclipped her blouse, peppering kisses on the bare skin underneath as he got lower. Stiles paused inches below her waistline and flickered his eyes back up to hers. Almost waiting for permission, he didn't move a muscle until he caught the silent nod of her head. 

His lips dawned a coy smirk while both hands gripped the edge of her hips to bring her closer to his. Gradually planting worshipping kisses against her bare shoulders, he pulled the silk blouse down and pricked at her collarbones with his teeth. Feeling her skin against his lips was just as euphoric as feeling the goose-bumps that rose underneath his very touch.

Leaning her head back and biting back a whimper at the fresh hickeys, Dallas felt him position his lips beside her ear and muttering out the words in a dangerously low tone. "Not so tough now, are we?"

 Dallas felt the pressure build between her hips while his chuckle sent vibrations to shiver down her neck. He was patient - no, lenient with her. Taking his time while very much aware of how crazy it drove her.

"Stiles, please.." Dallas spoke out breathlessly as fingers slipped underneath the hemline of her underwear and his lips curled up into a cocky grin. "I-.. please."

"Speak up, baby, tell me what you want." Stiles watched her unravel while bucking his hips closer between hers.  "I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say it."

Clenching her jaw and swallowing hard on her pride, Dallas parted her lips in a sweet whimper that sounded like angelic chords against his ears.  "I wanna feel you, Stiles." She purred underneath the low-light while clutching his hand that ran circles underneath her. "I need to."

Cold hands ran up her thighs to pull the fabric down and his belt buckle dropped to her stomach. Dallas felt the familiar heat coat her skin as she tried to glance down at the image of him hovering above her lower half, but as she did, his thumb directed her chin upwards until she met his eyes once more. 

The way his eyes fell to her lips and his teeth tugged at his own made her stomach erupt with butterflies. "Say it again." 

Dallas pushed the hair over her shoulders and settled into his pillows while his hand reached over to grip the headboard behind her. "I need you, Stiles." She stared up at him with a dreamy gaze. Her eyes peeked out from her eyelashes which blinked softly underneath her creased eyebrows. "I'm all yours."

Staring down at her with a look of pure thirst, the boy struggled to hold back the urge to ravage her right there and then. Stiles eagerly slammed his lips against hers while the shirt became clawed from his shoulders and hands running through his hair.

However, a stiff groan escaped into the kiss as she tugged at his hair. He was trying to take it slow - but she really wasn't helping. 

A pleasured whimper sprang from her lips as she felt her hips ache back and forth with his. Her back arched while his pace roughened between her thighs. She grew so submissive from his touch and became so desperate so very quickly. He continued to leave trails of marks from her collarbones all the way down to her chest with his head bowing in ecstasy. 

"Oh god, don't stop." she threw her head back and felt his force grow wilder. Parting her lips, Dallas couldn't fight the submissive cries that clawed up her throat. "Fuck, right there."

"Good girl, take it just like that." a pleased hum left his mouth as he sucked on her jawline. He rocked his hips deeper and harder than before as the breaths inbetween became harder to catch. 

He almost begged to hear her pretty cries once more by delving lower between her thighs and gripping at the headboard tighter each time. "Scream for me, pretty girl." 

Dallas pressed her hand against his chest while readjusting herself against his hard jolts. But Stiles gripped her hand and pinned it down against the mattress while simultaneously becoming less gentle by the minute. 

Dallas didn't mind. The way she ached, arched and moaned out his name gave him a big ego boost and the way he used it made her shake even more. Pulling even harder at his hair, her vision became clouded as Stiles' groans overpowered hers with the throw back of his head. "Fuck, you feel so good." His ragged breaths panted out while the hair fell infront of his eyes with each frisk movement. "Does my baby like it when I'm rough?"

With the breath escaping her lungs, she struggled to respond with a whimpered 'yes'.

"Fuck, Stiles, I'm close." she whined out. She tried to grab anything else around her that would allow her to release all the adrenaline inside of her but nothing seemed to help. No matter what, she couldn't keep still. That was until he lifted up his hand and pressed his hand against her mouth did she grip onto his wrist and feel her hips grow tense. 

"Come on princess, you can do it," he leaned closer to her lips before biting back his own moans. "Let it all out. Show me how I make you feel."

Within moments, she did exactly what he asked, screaming out his name into his hand and driving her absolutely wild.  "Ah, fuck." her eyebrows creased together and pulled his fingers from over her mouth. "I'm gonna-"

She barely got to finish her sentence before the euphoric feeling coursed through her veins and the sound left her lips. A string of pitched moans entered his ears while her thighs grew tense around his touch. The next thing both of them knew, the wooden headboard had snapped underneath his grip. Ignoring it, Stiles rode out his high with throaty groans from between her legs. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure once more and used the last few thrusts to dig her into the mattress. 

 At the end of it, nothing but heavy breaths was to be heard while Stiles dropped to her side. Sweat coated his head but the look of hunger never left his eyes. When she lifted her hands to pull the hair out of her face and close her eyes, she felt him lean over to murmur into her shoulder. "Feel like you could take more?"

Dallas connected eyes with him and nodded through her vicious pants. "Always."

Dallas never ended up going home that night. As she spent one too many hours long at the Stilinski residence, caught up in his embrace and allowing her worries to fade away. Even if it was for just one night. 

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a/n: i know you guys have been waiting for this n i hope this makes up for it ;)

future a/n: im not responsible for anything you saw here today