The pack quickly came over when Stiles' text mentioned brownies and they all ignored Derek's scowl because he's usually upset anyway. They all ate the brownies and got high, Isaac and Danny made out. Scott and Alison had sex on the couch, Jackson and Lydia did it on the floor and Derek and Stiles did it against the kitchen counter and they all lived happily ever after.
The End.

Okay so that's really not what happened but it's much more pleasant than what actually happened, here let me tell you.

Scott walked into the kitchen and pulled a face "What is that smell?"

Jackson sniffed around and his eyes landed on the deserts "It's the brownies I think."

Erica pushed past them both, took a sniff, grinned and snatched three off the pile. She ate one and gave the other two too Isaac and Boyd. Jackson shrugged and took up one for himself and Danny. Scott took one and Lydia and Alison both ate one. Stiles grinned as he ate one and his grin turned into a smile when Derek reached out and grabbed one. About a half an hour later the entire tray of brownies was gone and the pack was starting to feel affected.

"What kind of soap do you use blondie?" Danny asked Erica stroking her arm

She thought for a moment "I think it's dove"

Danny nodded like he knew all along "feels like dove"

"Erica doesn't like bar soap" Stiles said out of nowhere

"It's primitive" Lydia said not taking her face out of Alison hair

Erica nodded and pointed at Stiles "I told you!"

"My shower my rules" Stiles did his best to shrug as he slid off the side of his couch and on top of Jackson.

"So how much bud did you put in those brownies?" He asked poking at the head of the boy on top of him

"Um" Stiles licked his lips in concentration "a lot?"

"A lot, a lot" Derek nodded

"You drugged us?" Lydia asked shooting Stiles the high version of a glare. "I'll be properly pissed about that when I'm not so high I'm willing to be in the same room as Derek and his pack of mongrels" she let the S on the word draw out and soon Stiles' entire pack was whispering the word mongrels

"Did she just insult us?" Erica asked looking over at Isaac whom was currently curled around Boyd's legs, before he answered Stile's half of the pack all hissed out the word "mongrels" Erica clicked her teeth "better mongrels than faggots" she drew out the S herself and soon Erica, Boyd and Isaac were whispering the word faggots. Boyd because he was high and Isaac because he was just happy Erica was calling someone other than him a faggot. Soon the entire room was alight with hisses of 'faggot' and 'mongrel' and Stiles just rolled his over to look around the room. He was in the middle of the floor on top of Jackson, Lydia was sitting on the love seat with Alison was in her lap; Scott was on the floor curled up at their feet. Boyd was on the floor across the room from them with Isaac raped around his legs in a way that Stiles was way too high to figure out. Erica was on the couch that he had fallen off and Danny was on the other side of it. Derek was leaning against the side of the couch, even when they were together they were so clearly separated.

Stiles rolled over so he was chest to chest, well chest to stomach, with Jackson. He started to play with the fray on the word "Hollister" on Jackson sweater. He listened to the whispered insults for a few moments and it made his heart heavy "Why do you guys try so hard" he whispered, this time no one regarded him and they kept up their insults "even though were all together you're all so obviously separated, were supposed to be a family and you all just refuse to comply" his voice was heavy and the whispers stopped slightly "I don't know what to do anymore, this is a reoccurring bad dream but the pain wakes me up and reminds me that I have to keep doing everything I can to make you all just get along" the room was silent now "I could have walked away but the fuck I am of course I stayed. They say time heals all wounds, well time better hurry the fuck up" he laughed, it was a broken sound "I don't know what to do anymore guys, I've planned pack trips for us, I've fed all of you, I've stepped up as your god damn alpha for Christ sake. I love you all so much and I don't understand why but I know that I love you" his voice cracked and he rubbed his face in Jackson's sweater "I love all of you and I take care of all of you and you guys just constantly throw my love back in my face by hating each other. That's the most painful thing for me guys, I can deal with the fact that you all leave a constant mess in my house if you all could just care for each other. I devote all my energy to you guys and if I'm ever having a shitty day I put it aside if one of you need me. I always put all of you before myself and I never complain, I never bitch, and I never ask for anything in return" he felt the tears start to run down his face "I just want you all to be friends, I want you to respect Derek the way you all respect me because I am not an alpha and I never will be I'm just Stiles" he wiped his face in Jackson sweater again "and I'm no hero"

He doesn't remember what happens next exactly but he distinctly remembers being carried up the stairs and put into bed. When Stiles wakes up and see's that's it's a quarter to three in the morning he decided it's a great idea to go on a walk, and that's just what he does. He puts on his trainers and his red hoodie and jogs downstairs and straight out of the door, he decided the park across town would be his destination and he started to rap softly as he walked. 'Smiley Face" by Spoes spilled from his lips smoothly "Yo, this is a fat white kid Crip walking through a Walmart eating a Twix. This is, his mom in the next aisle, neglecting him while sending a text. This is, a mirror to society I've already seen the truth so you don't got to lie to me. This is the skull behind a smiley face the dark side that we all try to hide away" The lyrics spoke volumes to him in a way that no one could ever understand. Because everyone had their secrets and their inner pains and Stiles saw it like this.

'You convince people out of suicide. You help people that self-harms. You tell people that they're beautiful, but you can't do this to yourself. You can't convince yourself out of suicide, you can't stop self-harming, you can only think of how useless you are. As a human, I'm so hypocritical. However, I'm proud I still have some shred of humanity left. I still care for others, even when I can't care for myself.'

That's how Stiles felt on a daily basis, and he didn't know what to do about it

"Why are you raping Spoes at 3:30 in the morning Stiles?" Isaac's voice cut through Stiles' thought patterns and he turned towards the sound of the voice to see Isaac huddled up on the sidewalk smiling at him with his lopsided grin "what are you doing out at 3:30?"

"I could ask you the same question" Stiles let one of his eyebrows migrate to the top of his head "My house is down the street, the train house is about half an hour from here, explain"

Isaac shrugged "Me and Derek got into a fight; he hit me and kicked me out"

Stiles could feel the anger boil up in him, he could feel the glow inside him

"Stiles" he could hear the warning in Isaac's voice and it calmed him down a bit "Stiles please don't"

"You're coming to my house tonight" it evident by his tone of voice that Stile's wasn't asking so Isaac got up and followed him in silence letting Stiles fume.

"Stiles where have you been?" His father yelled at him as soon as he entered the house "and you've brought friends back, I'm sorry Isaac but you're going to have to go back home" Simon knew that Isaac had missed an orphanage by literally two weeks and that he was now living on his own.

"He doesn't have a home" the anger in Stiles' voice was enough to make Simon look down at his son in worry "and the house he was living in is occupied by a jackass, so he's going to stay with us for a little while until I can fix it"

Simon just nodded at his son and moved aside for the boys as Stiles lead Isaac to his temporary room. "Welcome to the house Isaac, sleep well boys"

Stiles took Isaac to the guest room just down the hall from his, there was a bed with a window next to it and it had a bathroom attachment. Isaac looked around like he wasn't sure what to do, this room was twenty times better than his cramped corner at the train house, right before Stiles left the room Isaac and Isaac was seated properly on his new bed he looked up at him and hit Stiles with another sideways smile "thanks for this Stiles"

Stiles yawned and nodded "No problem Lopsey" he walked over to the bed and gave Isaac a kiss on the forehead ignoring the look Isaac shot him for the new name, Stiles was determined to give everyone nicknames in the pack, his and Dereks. "There's always a place in the Stilinski household for that beautiful lopsided smile okay"

Isaac just nodded not sure how to handle the kindness he bit his lip and took a deep breath "Good night dad" he whispered just before Stiles closed the door, he didn't even falter in his reply

"Good night Lopsey"

I know its a bit short but this was emotionally draining to write and my muse would have killed me i i didn't end it there. hope you all like the fluff at the end. Isaac's nickname is pronounced 'Lop-sey" not ""loop-sey"

Since I have a total of 1 friend and she's already got plans yes...there will be an update later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

I hope you all liked, let me know if you have an questions/comments/suggestion.