Hey there you sweet lil chicken tacos!!!! (what am I even saying anymore. I'm just calling you guys the thing I'm having for dinner. Help.) I know this is annoying, but please don't skip the author's note at the end!! I really need help with some things. Love you xx.

I do not own teen wolf. I only own Celeste. If I did just wtf Jeff make up your damn mind choose a freaking ship and sail it stop hurting me.

Song – Toothpaste Kisses // The Maccabees

Celeste's POV

"Do you think the DC universe has Marvel comics in it? What about the Marvel universe?"

Allison laughed from beside Celeste in the school hallway, her painted red lips brightening into a smile.

"Why are you talking about your nerd stuff with me?" the taller girl inquired, "Don't you and Stiles usually do that together?"

"Well, I don't-," Celeste blushed awkwardly, "We just-, I don't know, I wanted to talk to you."

"Why are you being weird?" Allison asked in suspicion, before her doe eyes brightened in realization, "Wait, did something happen between you two? Did you kiss?"

"No, shut up," Celeste hissed, her cheeks the color of cherry tomatoes, "We just sort of admitted we had feelings for each other, I guess."

"Celeste," Allison squealed, grabbing her friend's hand, "that's huge. Why are you not jumping up and down in excitement?"

"I don't know," Celeste frowned slightly, "It's just like, where do we go from here, you know?"

"Well," Allison tilted her head to the side, "where do you want it to go?"

"Stiles said we could take it as slow as I wanted to, but I don't know how slow he wants it to go," Celeste ranted, "What if I don't want it to go slowly at all? Or what if I take it too slow, and he gets bored?"

"Celeste," Allison laughed, "the other day, Scott told me that Stiles wouldn't shut up about the way you smelled like fresh rain and spiced apples. I'm pretty sure he's not going anywhere."

"Oh," Celeste allowed a hint of a smile to grace her features, "well, how do I know what the right speed to go is? I've never felt like this about anyone before."

"Does Lydia know about this?" Allison inquired.

"Of course," Celeste shrugged passively, "Lydia knows everything."

"That's true," Allison nodded, "so what did she advise you to do?"

"She told me to man up and 'jingle his jangle'," Celeste frowned.

"Lydia Martin said to 'jingle his jangle'?" Allison asked skeptically.

"Well," Celeste admitted, "she said it differently, but it makes me uncomfortable to say that out loud."

"Okay," Allison laughed, "maybe don't listen to Lydia. Honestly, you can't rely on anyone else to be able to tell you what the correct speed of a relationship is, because there isn't one. It's different for everyone, you just have to do what feels right."

"Yeah," Celeste nodded, "you're right, thanks. So how are you and Scott doing?"

Allison was too busy looking sadly down the hall to answer.

Celeste matched her gaze in confusion, only to find Erica pinning Scott against the lockers, whispering in his ear.

"Do you want me to fight her?" Celeste glared at the blonde, "I will fight her for you."

Allison's only response was a half-hearted laugh.

"Hey," Celeste nudged her, "you know he only has eyes for you, don't you? He would never do anything to hurt you like that."

"I know, I know," Allison smiled sadly, "can we just go?"

"Yeah, of course," Celeste smiled, the two linking arms and making their way to class.

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Celeste dug through her bag on her way to lunch, attempting to find her phone amongst the mess of books and other items cluttered inside.

Just as she felt her right hand close around it, she naturally tripped over air and her bag went crashing to the ground, her surplus of homework spilling out of the opening.

"Oh," she frowned, getting to her knees and scavenging for her lost papers and books.

She had collected just about everything when her vision was met with a pair of dirty sneakers, her head snapping up to meet the eyes of a grinning Stiles, who was holding out her Econ textbook proudly.

"Oh," she jumped in surprise, subsequently hitting her head on the textbook in her hasty effort to stand up.

"Oh god," Stiles freaked out, "I'm so sorry."

"No," Celeste held the top of her head as she got to her feet, "that was completely due to my perpetual state of being a clumsy piece of trash."

"Well," Stiles smiled, "you're the cutest piece of trash I know."

Celeste tensed momentarily, her awkward nature bubbling up and threatening to make an appearance, but she remembered Allison's words, chanting them in her head like a mantra.

"Are you a deadly piece of shrapnel?" Celeste beamed.

"Uh," Stiles blinked, "what?"

"Because I feel you in my heart," she finished, looking at him expectantly.

"Did-," Stiles peered at her, "did you just use an Iron Man pick-up line on me?"

"Yeah," she cringed, "oh god, I think I did. I'm sorry."

"Go on a date with me," Stiles blurted.

"What?" Celeste's eyes widened at the abrupt nature of the question.

"Let's go on a date," Stiles flailed about, "we can go bowling, unless that's too cliché. If it is, we can do, like, a picnic thing, but you'd probably make fun of that. We could, I don't know, I could probably get us tickets to Paris or something if I sell Roscoe-,"

"Stiles," Celeste laughed, cutting off his adorable ramblings, "why don't we start with going out to eat or something, yeah?"

"That doesn't seem good enough for you," Stiles frowned in frustration, "It needs to be special."

"Anywhere I go with you is special," Celeste admitted, "we could just play board games and watch movies at my house together and it would still be the best date I could ever possibly hope to go on, because it would be with you."

Stiles' whole face lit up at her words, unable to contain himself as he wrapped Celeste in his arms.

"Wait," he pulled away after a moment, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, "are just saying it's the best date you could ever go on because you've never been on another date?"

"Let's go to lunch, Stilinski," Celeste patted him on the chest, interlacing their fingers and tugging them down the hall.

Stiles grumbled beside her as he held open the door to the lunchroom for Celeste, but stopped upon seeing the girl freeze in place.

"What?" he frowned.

"It's probably nothing," she hesitated, "It's just, Boyd's not sitting at his table."

"That's not nothing," Stiles tensed, the two rushing over to where Scott was seated.

"Scott," Stiles pointed at Boyd's table, "you see that?"

"What?" Scott was grumpy, "It's an empty table."

"Yeah," Stiles continued, "but who's empty table?"

"Boyd," the werewolf realized.

All three of them were assuming the worst.

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"You know, it's kind of weird that I've only been here when it's closed."

Celeste hugged her cardigan to her form as she and Scott entered the ice rink.

Stiles had gone to check Boyd's house, and Celeste had tagged along with Scott to the Boyd's job to act as a peacekeeper if Derek and the Biker Babies showed up.

"Boyd?" Scott called, spotting him on the rink, operating the Zamboni, "We just want to talk."

He ignored Scott, while Celeste waddled along the ice clumsily in an effort to keep up with Scott.

"Hey," Scott projected, "c'mon, Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons, I mean everything."

"He told me about the hunters," Boyd finally stopped the machine, facing the two teenagers.

"And that's not enough for you to say no?" Scott looked at him incredulously, "Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it."

Celeste frowned as she was reminded, yet again, that Scott never even had the choice.

"I just want to not each lunch alone every day," he snapped.

"Boyd," Celeste blinked at him, "I sit with you sometimes."

"It's not enough," Boyd retorted.

"Damn," Celeste huffed, "that's cold."

The two looked at her.

"Get it?" she asked awkwardly, "Because we're on an ice- I'll shut up now."

"Sure, you sit with me," Boyd continued, "but you have your own group of friends. You only tolerate me because you feel bad."

Celeste wanted to argue, but she knew nothing she could say would convince someone with a mindset that has been ingrained in them for so many years to change.

"If you're looking for friends," Scott furthered, "you can do a lot better than Derek."

"That really hurts, Scott," Scott and Celeste tensed as they heard Derek's voice behind them, "I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus."

They turned to face him, only to be met with the sight of Isaac and Erica standing behind their alpha.

"Baby Biker Gang strikes again," Celeste muttered.

"Erica," Derek addressed the leather-clad blonde, "how's life been for you since we met?"

"In a word," she tilted her head to the side and flashed her fangs, "transformative."

"Isaac?" Derek smirked.

"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive," he shrugged, "but other than that, I'm great."

He refused to meet Celeste's disappointed gaze.

"Boyd is too precious for your leather fetishists club," Celeste snapped, on edge for some reason, her head pounding.

Erica growled, attempting to lunge forward and attack Celeste, only to be stopped by Derek.

"Erica, don't," Derek flashed his blood red eyes at her, causing the girl to whimper.

"Just because you have a crush on the nerd she hangs out with doesn't mean you get to break Derek's rules," Isaac snapped, quick to defend Celeste, despite being on the opposite side.

"What?" Celeste frowned in confusion, "You hate me because you have a crush on Stiles? That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard. Hating me for something out of my control, especially for a guy, is ridiculous. You know, the mentality that women have of constantly feeling the need to compete against each other for no reason is one of the things that makes our society so toxic. We are constantly pitting ourselves against each other, when in reality, we should be supporting each other, because no one else will do it. Also-,"

"Celeste," Scott warned.

"Right," she frowned, "sorry."

"This isn't exactly a fair fight," Scott turned back to his werewolf stand-off thing.

"Then go home, Scott," Derek spoke smugly.

Isaac and Erica began walking towards Scott, as if they had already won the fight.

Scott gently pushed Celeste behind him, before slamming his fist onto the ice and transforming into his werewolf.

"I meant fair for them," he growled, panting, not from exertion, but from the amount of self-control he was issuing to keep himself from going feral on them.

"Well now you've just made Boyd's job harder," Celeste grumbled, pointing to the now-cracked rink, Boyd nodding his agreement.

The three ensued in a short, but violent, fight. Celeste was certain they would come for her, too, but they seemed as though they were actively avoiding her.

However, despite the lack of physical blows, Celeste's head began throbbing in pain, and she felt a dull ache in her chest.

It wasn't long before Scott had conquered the two beta's, standing before their limp bodies.

"Don't you get it?" he growled, "He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs."

He slid the two across the ice in anger, their bodies landing at Derek's feet.

"It's true," Derek stated calmly, as if he had wanted this outcome, "it is about power."

Celeste panicked as the alpha began stalking forward, tugging at Scott's sleeve in hopes of getting him to run, but the teen wouldn't budge.

Derek charged forward, banging his head against Scott's before swiping at his chest with his claws and punching him repeatedly until Scott fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Derek, stop," Celeste yelled as he began shoving the heel of his boot into Scott's throat.

The alpha froze at her words, his body shuddering in defiance before he stepped away from Scott.

Derek began making his way off the rink, his betas stirring, before getting up and following him.

"Don't," Scott panted from the ground, where Celeste was kneeling next to him in concern, "you don't wanna be like them."

"You're right," he nodded, lifting up his shirt to reveal a healing bite wound on his side, "I wanna be like you."

With that, Derek's newest beta trailed after his pack, the four of them leaving Celeste and Scott behind.

Isaac, however, hesitated, glancing back at Celeste in remorse before making his way out the door.

"Oh god, okay," Celeste breathed out, inspecting Scott's wounds, "what can I do?"

"Don't worry," Scott grunted, "I'll heal."

"Yeah," Celeste nodded, "everything's gonna be alright."

However, she wasn't so sure of her words as she wiped at a substance leaking from her nose, her fingers now covered in her own blood.

☾ ☽

"Stiles," Celeste sighed, "why did I have to come along to your dumb car thing?"

Celeste had just been dropped off at her home by Scott, only to be herded off to the mechanic's with Stiles to get his starter replaced, due to Erica's modifications.

"Because," Stiles whined from where they were sitting in the waiting room, "it's boring and I missed you."

Celeste groaned, her icy heart melting slightly at his words.

"What the hell?" Stiles glared through the window that displayed the body shop.

"What?" Celeste frowned.

"There's no way he needs all that equipment just to install a new starter," Stiles' eye began to twitch in annoyance.

"Hey, no, Stiles don't-," Celeste's pleas were ignored as Stiles began stomping through the door to the main garage in a huff.

"Jinkies," Celeste sighed, following after him in hopes of calming him down a little.

"Hey," Stiles yelled to the man working on his jeep, "hey. What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter."

Stiles was now underneath the car with the mechanic, Celeste groaning a few strides behind him.

"Yeah," the man didn't even look at him, "but it looks like your whole exhaust system's gotta be replaced."

"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles accused.

"It's probably gonna run you around, like, twelve hundred," the man estimated, "parts and manual labor."

"Are you kidding?" Stiles ranted, "This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."

"Do you know what a limited slip differential is?" the man challenged.

"No," Stiles admitted grumpily.

"Yeah," he stated smugly, "coming on more like fifteen hundred."

Stiles was about to go full nerd-rage on the guy, so Celeste grabbed his hand.

"Come on Stiles," she soothed, glaring at the mechanic, "this is just another example of the twisted way our economy works. Sleezeballs like this capitalize on the needs of others and con them out of their money because they aren't talented enough to make an honest living."

"Okay," Stiles grumbled, the man only shrugging at her words, "just finish. We'll be back here, seething with impotent rage."

Celeste reached for the handle, only to touch a mysterious, clear gunk that was slathered across it.

"Oh god," she refrained from gagging, "Stiles, come here."

Stiles looked at her, and she held out her hand. He grabbed it without hesitation, subsequently transferring some of the goo on to his hand.

"Celeste, why?" he looked at her with betrayal, "What the hell is that?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I found it all over the handle."

"Nice," Stiles groaned, "that's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here."

The two made their way back into the waiting room.

"Figures," Stiles nodded at a framed picture of the mechanic in a lacrosse uniform bitchily.

"Stiles," Celeste laughed slightly, "you play lacrosse."

"I know," he grumbled, "just let me be petty."

He pulled out his phone, most likely to text his dad and inform him of the increase in cost, but his fingers went stiff.

"Uh, Stiles?" Celeste raised a brow, "You have to actually press the buttons to send a message."

"I, I can't," he spoke hoarsely.

Celeste looked at him in concern, trying to move towards him, but her legs wouldn't work.

Stiles' phone slid out of his hand and hit the ground.

"Stiles," Celeste whispered, looking out the window in terror.

The two then witnessed a scaled hand, with razor sharp claws, slither down from Stiles' jeep.

"Hey," he tried to call out, but his voice wouldn't project, "hey."

The scaled creature lurched forward, making a clean incision to the back of the mechanic's neck.

Celeste and Stiles tried desperately to race forward, but instead, they fell to the floor, their limbs stiff as if they were paralyzed.

She couldn't move at all from her position on the ground, but Stiles was able to shakily inch forward towards his phone.

"Stiles, what's happening?" Celeste whimpered in a strained tone as a low, grinding hum started outside of the waiting room.

From where she was, she couldn't see anything but the water-stained ceiling above her, but Stiles was facing the glass door that displayed the garage.

"It's okay," Stiles tried hopelessly to reassure her, "It's going to be okay."

However, the look on his face after a large crash sounded from outside told a different story.

"What was that?" she panicked, flinching along with Stiles as a sharp hiss resonated around the room.

Stiles was too busy calling 9-1-1 to answer her, and even if he could have, he wouldn't know what to say.

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Lol I had to look up the script so I could figure out how to spell the names of the car stuff.

But guys!!!! I need your advice!!!!

FIRST: I really love the whole social media trend that's happening in teen wolf ff right now, and I want to join in, so I thought it might be fun to do a little book of Celeste's texts between her and the pack???? I would start with the first time she texted Stiles and Lydia and everyone, and post more where it makes sense along with the scenes in Weightless, and then continue with scenes from Ripples. I don't know, I just thought it might be kind of cute???? Let me know.

SECOND: I just had a great idea for a Liam fic but I don't want to overwhelm you guys with stories, would you be interested in reading it? tbh I'll probably post it anyways, but tell me what you guys think??

THIRD: There is no third. I just wanted to say you're adorable and I love you.

Stay hydrated,

-Belle xx

PSPSPS: THIS IS DEDICATED TO YHE LOVELY @sarahd_1981 for giving me the biker gang thing I love you babe