Episode 2- Yogurt and Dominatrix

"Can I just start off by saying, that it's not what it looks like," Jackson breathes out calmly. "It's actually a really funny story," The beta adds, a nervous chuckle being thrown into the air as Stiles stands in the middle of his doorway, having barged in just seconds ago.

"Okay..." Stiles drawled out as he watched the scene play out before him, Derek positioned between Jackson's legs, pinning one of the werewolf's legs up towards his chest, seeming unphased that Stiles was there. "I could use a good laugh about now," Stiles muttered as Derek continued to lean against the back of Jackson's leg, the beta wiggling underneath him.

"See I had this Charlie Horse and Dere- Dude, stop already!" Jackson snapped as a persistent Alpha tried to keep stretching out his leg, hand coming to grab the back of his knee. Stiles face was completely void of emotion as one of the cameramen who had been standing in the corner for a while now, slowly zoomed in on the teen.

"So... you're just filming this? No big deal?" Stiles muttered, looking into the camera.

"Stiles," Jackson began, trying to sit up. "Derek, will you st-"


"..." Stiles was quiet as he stared at something off camera, the studio quiet, waiting for some sort of sign of life from the otherwise spastic kid.

"Stiles?" The producer coughed, trying to catch his attention, but the teen was clearly in another place.


"Look," Jackson breathed, raising his hands as if surrendering. "I had a freaking Charlie Horse and Derek was helping me stretch it out," Jackson frowned.

"On the bed?" The producer questioned, Jackson's mouth hanging open for a second as he processed the question.

"It wasn't like th-"


"Why on my bed?" Stiles frowned, throwing his hands in the air as if the answer would come falling down on him at any moment, his face scrunched up in confusion.


"Derek, were you helping Jackson stretch?" one of the crew members asked, the camera zooming in on the Alpha's face as he sat there, seemingly indifferent.

"..."

"Okay then.."


"Morning! I'm making eggs- woah, what's with that look on your face? You look like you've seen a ghost," Allison heaves, spatula in her hand as she turns to see Stiles there, his face pale.

"No, he looks like he's seen a ghost that's seen a ghost," Scott adds as he eats a strip of bacon, Lydia narrowing her eyes at the beta.


"Am I the only one who saw how stupid that comment was?" She frowned, looking into the camera, searching the studio for someone who would agree.


"A-anyway," Allison breathed, trying to step over whatever that was that Scott coughed up and called a coherent sentence. "Are you okay, Stiles?"

"No, I didn't see anything, stop asking me- gosh!" Stiles breathed out, taking on a defensive stance, everyone's eyes going wide in confusion as the teen moved to sit, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

"Okay..." Lydia drawled, filling in the silent awakward air. "Do you want some sausage?" She offered, Stiles recoiling in disgust and for a moment, they thought they heard him hiss.

"Why would you think that! He was just stretching!" Stiles snapped, slapping the pig meat out of Lydia's hand before storming out of the kitchen, all of them looking at eachother, silently wondering what the hell that was.


"If he ever slaps a piece of sausage out of my hand again," Lydia bit out, face full of anger as she looked at the camera. "I'll slap his sau-" She caught herself, her throat closing around the words to refuse them passage as she slowly processed what she was about to say.

"Lydia?"

"I- I don't... I don't know where I was going with that..." She trails, the camera slowly zooming in on her.


"I don't think I can handle meat anymore..." Stiles muttered,"

"All you saw was them stretching..." The producer scoffed, Stiles shaking his head at him.

"Did I?" He breathed, unwilling to except that. "Is that really all I saw?" It went quiet after that, everyone just looking at him as Stiles leaned forward, his eyes wide with this crazy look in them, having convinced himself of some sort of truth that he had seemed to come up with all on his own.

"Yes,"


"Hey, Boyd," Erica muttered, Boyd turning to look at the teen.

"What?" Boyd frowned, noticing the strange grin that spread across her lips. "Wait, why are you smiling like that?"

"I have a secret-"


"Hey, I noticed a lot of my scenes didn't make it into air time last episode," Erica began, a frown on her lips as she looks over at the producer. "Dude, what give-"


Isaac walked into the kicthen, his camerman basically shoving the camera up his nose, but he honestly has gotten used to it. He had some concerns at first, but hey, guy can adapt. Looking into the fridge for something to eat, he noticed something that caught his eyes. A bright pink sticky note was stuck to the side of a yogurt container, Isaac grabbing the creamy goodness as he read the note.

"'Don't touch, xoxo'," Isaac read aloud, slowly looking at the camera, a grin slowly creeping onto his face.


"Pink sticky note, the xoxo and heart and the end...? It just screamed 'Lydia'," Isaac breathed as he looked into the camera, a mischevious grin on his face.


"What yogurt?" Lydia frowned, shaking her head in confusion as she looked into the camera.


"Someone ate my yogurt," Boyd frowned, glaring at the camera, his arms crossed.


"Hey, have you seen Stiles?" Jackson frowns, walking up to Scott, the beta turning to look at the blonde.

"Ye- Wait, why? Did he do something...?" Scott frowned, studying Jackson's face.

"No, I just need to talk to him," Jackson huffed, rolling his eyes at the beta.

Stiles slowly poked his head out from around the corner, watching intently, his eyes narrowed as Jackson stood there with his back to him, talking to his best frined.

"So, have you seen him or not?" Jackson repeated, clealry annoyed with this conversation. Scott was about to answer when he saw Stiles standing there, waving his hands in the air as he mouthed the word 'NO', making an 'x' with his arms.

"Uhhhh," Scott drawled, eyes focused on Stiles, Jackson frowning slightly at the dopey expression on SCott's face, noticing he was looking at something past him.

"What are you looki-"

"No!," Scott heaved, grabbing Jackson's attention before he could turn to see Stiles there playing charades in the middle of the hallway, his pelvis thrusting into the air. That was somehow code for don't tell Jackson, but hey, it got the point across. "No... Maybe he's out front?" Scott breathed out, Jackson staring at him, eyes narrowed.


"He's an idiot," Jackson huffed as he stared into the camera, leaning back in his chair.


"Dude, why don't you want Jackson to find you? Did you get into his cologne too?" Scott whispered as the beta finally left, Stiles creeping over to his best friend.

"What? No, dude, I saw the- Wait, what do you mean 'too'? Stiles frowned, Scott slowly shaking his head as he rubbed nervously at the back of his neck.

"Nevermind..." Stiles paused for a moment before slowly going back on track.

"Anyway... I saw him and Derek in my room," Stiles breathed, Scott staring at him with this lifeless expression. Stiles sometimes wondered if he was all there. "'Stretching'," Stiles drawled out, a smile tugging at the corner of Scott's lips.

"Oh, that's cool," Scott hummed, Stiles eyes becoming impossibly more narrow.

"No, that's not cool!" Stiles blurted, flailing his arms, wondering if he slapped Scott right now the beta would believe him if he said it was an accident. "Who stretches in a bedroom with the door closed and on the bed!?"

"When you gotta stretch, you gotta stretch," Scott shrugged, Stiles face wiped of expression.

"..."

"What?"

"Scott... What went through your head when you were first told about the birds and the bees?" Stiles sighed, the beta slowly shaking his head.

"I don't follow... What happened with the birds and the bees?" Scott trailed, Stiles left eye twitching ever so slightly.

"Never mind..." Stiles breathed, starting to walk away, Scott's eyes furrowing in concern.

"Stiles? What happened? What happened to the birds, Stiles!?"


"How is Allison not pregnant?" Stiles breathes out, staring at the camera in awe.

"Why didn't you tell him about the birds and the bees?" The producer questioned, Stiles throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief.

"That's what you want to know?" Stiles scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "An eighteen year old werewolf has no clue about the birds and the bees and you want to know why I didn't tell him?"


"I was just kidding!" Scott laughed, the crew sighing in relief.

"Great, so you do know about the birds and the bees?" The producer breathed, Scott nodding his head in reassurance.

"Yeah, 'the circle of life'"

"Yeah!" The producer agreed, Scott nodding his head.

"Yeah, Allison told me,"

"Yea- Wait, what?"


"Ugh, I need to get out of this house," Lydia groaned as she laid across the couch, Allison laughing a little as Erica rolled her eyes at the strawberry blonde.

"Then go outside," Erica huffed, Lydia throwing a glare her way,"

"Yeah, we should all go out and do something!" Allison chimed in, clearly excited about the idea of the three of them doing something.

"Hmmm... that's not a bad idea," Lydia muttered in thought.

"We could have a girl's night-day out," Erica shrugged, the three of them clearly liking the sound of this plan.

"Wait, what happened last night with you and Scott," Lydia grinned as she looked over at the brunette, Allison's face slowly turning red.

"Oh yeeeah, you guys had a date didn't you?" Erica smirked. "Did hepay this time or did her forget his wallet again?"

"No, I made sure to put it in his jacket for him this time," Alison hummed, clearly not seeing what was wrong with that picture. "But..." She trailed, frowning a little as she recalled the date.

"But...?" The two girls drawled, looking at Allison.

"It was fun but..." Allison trailed.


"Okay, what next!" Allison breathed as she clung to Scott's side, completely stuffed to the brim with greasy food and milkshake.

"Next.." Scott breathed, letting out a nervous laugh, Allison frowning a little at him.

"Yeah...? I mean, it's our anniversary.. Cheesburgers and milkshakes isn't all were doing... right?" Allison breathed, the smile slowly fading from her lips as Scott tensed at the word anniversary. "Wait, did you not know it was our anni-"

"No, of course I remembered!" Scott scoffed, grabing hold of Allison's shoulders, shaking them gently as a lop sided grin plastered itself to his face. "Which is why... we are..." Scott trailed looking around, clearly trying to think of something to do.

"Going clubbing...woooo!" He beamed, gesturing towards a night club just a few blocks down, Allison slowly looking towards where he was pointing, seeing the line that wrapped around the building.

"Scott-"

"Come on," the beta rushed, dragging her along before she could protest.


"He totally forgot," Erica snorted, Lydia unable to hold back a smile.

"Clubbing? Really?" Lydia breathed out, shaking her head in sympathy.

"That wasn't even the worst part!" Allison groaned. "We were in that line for about an HOUR and when we finally made it to the front of the line, do you know what the bouncer said?" Allison scoffed, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief.


"Scott... everyone in this line looks really old," Allison whispered to her boyfriend as they kept moving along in the line, looking around at all the old people.

"It's probably just a slow night," Scott shrugged as they finally made it to the velvet rope, a tall, lanky bouncer standing their with a clip board in his hand, a small frown on his lips as he looked at the couple with confused eyes.

"Uhm... Are you lost?" He frowned, Scott's eyes furrowing in confusion.

"No...? We like to go in-"

"Dude... It's senior night," The bouncer trailed, pointing to the small poster on the side of the building, the words 'Senior Citizens Night' In all caps.


"Oh my god, you were grinding on old people!?" Erica laughed, Lydia snickering to herself.

"No..." Allison drawled, rolling her eyes. "I made him take me home..."

"Wait, so you just let him off? He forgot your anniversary..." Lydia frowned, Allison slowly grinning at that.

"Who says I let him off?"


"Uhm Allison.. " Scott's voice trailed, the camera focused on the door to their bedroom, unable to go in for obvious reasons as his voice carried out into the dimly lit hallway.

"Shh... if you talk your body won't relax," Allison's voice whispered, hushing the werewolf.

"That's the thing... I don't think that's going to fit.." Scott drawled, Allison simply shushing him.

"This is your anniversary gift to me, remember Scott?" She cooed and it went quiet at that.

"... Wait," Scott breathed, his voice high pitched and clearly uncomfortable. "Allison! Wait, wait, waiiiiit! Okay, cheese," He hissed.

"Cheese damnit! Cheese!"


"Cheese was the safe word," Allison muttered, looking into the camera, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well... His 'safe' word anyway..." She grinned, pausing for a moment, realization creeping onto her face.

"Wait, my dad isn't going to see this, right?" She breathed, leaning forward as she looked around the studio.


"Oh my god!" Erica cackled, her legs hanging over the arm of the chair as she held her stomach, cackling madly as her eyes shed tears of pure joy.

"Sh-she fucking- He got his cherry popped!" She cried out, finding the whole thing hilarious, the camera silently filming her hysterical laughter, the sound getting caught in her throat as her eyes went wide with disbelief, hands gripping blindly at the chair she's sitting in.

"I-I think I just peed myself," She whispers, looking around the studio for some sort of help.


"Stiles, are you still upset about the Derek and Jackson thing?"

"What? Upset?" Stiles scoffed as he looked over at the producer. "Who said I was upset?"


"I feel like he's been following me..." Jackson mutters, frowning into the camera, the screen cutting to an earlier scene: Jackson sitting on the couch, eyes focused on the tv, unknowing of Stiles presence as the teen slowly watched the beta from the doorway, eyes narrowed.

"But it's probably in my head," Jackson shrugs, the producer choughing roughly at that.


"I'm not upset!" Stiles shrugged, his voice getting lower as he leans in. "Wait, do you have a shot of them on the bed?"

"...Yeah...?" The producer trailed, throwing a questioning gaze towards the teen. "Why?"

"I know a couple of people in the fanfiction community who would pay a pretty penny for those shots," Stiles whispered, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lip.

"Stiles!" Derek yells, his voice reaching into the shot.

"Just kidding!" Stiles rushes, leaning back into his seat, slowly shaking his head as he mouths the words 'No I'm not'.


"God I'm tired..." Lydia breathes out as she closes her door, heading over to her bed and pulling back her comforter to get underneath, her whole body going tense as a scream escapes her lips.

"What!? What's wrong!?" Stiles yells as he comes rushing in, baseball bat in hand, as he looks around for the threat.

"What the hell is this?!" She snaps, raising a pair of boxers that were in her bed, barely holding the offending fabric with just two fingers as it showed off a white stain in the front. "Why the hell is your underwear in my bed!?" She yells, Stiles opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

"W-wh- I didn't-"

"Get the hell out you weirdo!" She snapps, throwing the mysterious stained boxers at him.


"Sick..." Lydia breathes out, shuddering as the memory comes flooding back in. "I knew he liked me, but this..."


"I wasn't even in her room!" Stiles breathed out, throwing his hands up in the air! "I mean- why would I even ruin my favorite pair of boxers like that!? They had Batman on them man!"


"What was he even going to do with that bat?" Lydia scoffed, looking at something to her left with an unfocused gaze, slowly shaking her head in disgust. "Jerk off with it?" She muttered, holding her hand up, shaking it lightly, the gesture all too familiar for anyone with a penis.


"It's amazing what dried up yogurt can look like on clothes," Isaac grinned, clearly pleased with himself.


"I was looking forward to that yogurt..." Boyd mutters, the camera slowly zooming in on him, his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment.


"Someone was in my room..." Jackson frowns, looking into the camera.

"Why do you say that?" The producer questioned, Jackson shrugging his shoulders.

"My cologne is missing..."


"It smelt good..." Scott trailed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he sat there, eyes averting the camera.