Let it be known that Stiles Stilinski loved few things more than running the expanse of Forest Preserve Park – Starburst Jellybeans were a close second, which brings him to his other close second: Chris Evans.
At the moment, he has neither Starburst Jellybeans or Chris Evans, so the Forest Preserve Park is his current love. The park's running path twists and turns with most of the forest's almost 3,000 acres, and includes scenery so beautiful that Stiles feels an almost daily temptation to create an Instagram account specifically for nature lovers. Plug in a little Jack Garratt and this is about as serene as Stiles can get, which is sometimes a necessity, like after the disaster that was breakfast this morning.
He doesn't know exactly what his father had promised the owner of the Depot Diner, Joyce, for attempting to help him sneak what appeared to be five pieces of bacon and a literal cup – A CUP – of maple syrup behind Stiles' back, but he does know that this Sunday morning was the last time Joyce would ever think twice about ignoring the "Food You Will NOT Serve Sheriff Stilinski" letter that Stiles sends out each month to food establishments throughout Beacon Hills and its surrounding counties.
After a very public shaming – and perhaps a few glares directed mostly at Joyce and the cup of syrup – Stiles had taken the keys to the Sheriff's squad car, "Don't even think about objecting. Technically you're off duty, and maybe the walk home will help you work off those five pieces of bacon you seem to think you need so badly. I'm going for a run until I'm calm enough to discuss why you're not allowed to eat pork, as well as the call I received from your doctor after your physical last week."
The confused mix of betrayal and guilt in his father's eyes had fueled Stile's legs through the first half of the park, but if he's honest with himself, he had begun to feel his agitation weaken in the last two miles. Coming upon the park's largest entrance, Stiles presses pause on the Alabama Shakes' "Don't Wanna Fight" and hits the crosswalk button.
Just as the walk sign appears, Stiles steps down from the curb only to be cut off by a black Chevrolet Camaro coming to a screeching halt. The Camaro is definitely several feet over the end of the crosswalk, bringing Stile's agitation back to the surface. He attempts to get a look at the driver, but all he can make out is the blonde hair of the passenger that is decidedly not in the passenger seat.
Stiles settles on assessing the condition of the car itself as he walks hesitantly forward, thinking to himself, "Either that's a new paint job, or this asshole takes car maintenance to a whole new religious level." His anger boils over when the side view mirror appears to wink at him. "That is. Fucking. It." he says, and instead of walking off the crosswalk and around the car, Stiles steps up onto the car's hood.
As the spike in his track shoe makes a scratching noise about midway across the hood (leaving behind a trail of mud, and what Stiles hopes is permanent etching), he gets his first view of the driver, and it's mostly of red-tinted eyes. "Of. Fucking. Course." he says, lifting his left hand up to proudly display a sole middle finger, "You're supposed to stop before the crosswalk, Alpha," he throws out before hopping off the car.
Coming to the end of the crosswalk, Stiles glances back at the Camaro before pressing next song on his phone. He begins the final trek of the running path with AWOLNATION's "Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf)" and a new commitment to insert his "Food You Will NOT Serve Sheriff Stilinski" letter into the Beacon Hills Inquirer with a recent photo of his father included. He's pretty sure that the next county over reads the Sunday edition.
Let it be known that Derek Hale loved few things more than the submission of someone voicing his title as Alpha – the 2010 Chevrolet Camaro his family gave him for finishing his bachelor's degree a year early was a close second, which by the way was FUCKING SCRATCHED while he sat watching only two feet away!
By a human no less! A beautiful human that had decidedly not submitted when referring to Derek as Alpha, in fact Derek's never heard the term Alpha uttered so much like a curse before in his life. His anger boils over when the human winks at him after crossing the street. "That is. Fucking. It." he thinks.
"Kate, get out," he growls over his fangs, pushing the blonde out of his face, "Something else has piqued my interest."
Is piqued even the right word? Derek's never felt the need to make someone submit so strongly. He will hear the human defer to him as Alpha again, but it won't be uttered like something foul. Not ever again. After physically pushing the blonde out of his car, Derek makes a quick (and completely illegal) U-turn to make his way to the next intersection along the park's west side running path, planning to cut the human off.
When he finally does come upon the intersection, Derek notices Sheriff Stilinski's squad car parked nearby and tenses quickly. He vocally curses the human again for agitating him, refusing to admit that he might just be spooked that the Sheriff potentially witnessed his mostly illegal U-turn at the other end of the park. The last thing Derek wants to do is cross Sheriff Stilinski, that man is terrifying without any supernatural advantage.
Derek sighs in relief when he sees that the squad car is empty. He waits for the human to come running out of the tree line.