𝑺𝒁𝑪𝒁𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑨 '𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰 ' 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑲𝑰

Chess Master. Dancer. Free Spirit. Will Embarrass You & Herself. Triplet to Stiles & Stuart Stilinski.

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ′ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʙᴀɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ

Faye Hudson. New face in Beacon Hills. Detention resident. Scary Dog Energy. Newest Omega in Beacon Hills.

A muse of #Pastel

𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 '𝑹𝑶𝑹𝒀' 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑺

Homegrown in Beacon Hills.
Nemeton-Touched. Resonance Siphon.
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.

Coach Finstock's Adopted Daughter. Detention Resident. Human. The 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 Apex Predator in Beacon Hills. Hell in High Heels.

A muse of #Foxtrot.

𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙆𝙄

Life’s a supernatural teen drama and he's losing the plot.

“I was looking for my brother,” she says evenly. “He made a mistake in this article he submitted for your club...tell me what corrections need to be done?”

For a moment, she considers turning around, regrouping, coming back later.

She hesitates.

Then, she steps forward and lays the papers out on the table, sliding one toward him.

“Mike?” she calls, eyes already searching the room.

No Mike.

Instead, Eddie is there?

He’s probably doing something...?

Nancy stops short. This wasn’t who she came for.

She grabs the papers, shoves them into her bag, and locks up the office with a sharp click. If the Hellfire Club is going to print something, it’s going to be right. And that means finding her brother.

When she reaches the room, The Hellfire Club is empty—she steps inside, scanning the room.

She knows his writing—knows the way he rushes when he’s excited, how he assumes everyone else already understands the rules, the lore, the logic in his head. It’s just sloppy. And this one mistake? It undermines the entire article.

The Hellfire Club piece sits there—almost polished, almost right—but there’s a glaring inconsistency in the middle.

“Mike,” she mutters under her breath.

@dicesandrock.bsky.social

Nancy is alone in the school newspaper office when she catches it.

She’s halfway through proofing submissions, red pen already moving on instinct, when she frowns and flips a page back. Then forward again.

She polishing her guns...

Can never be too careful.