Chapter 3
Cooking is all about people
Food is maybe the only universal thing That has the power To bring everyone together
No matter what culture Everywhere around the world People eat together
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You never and I mean NEVER touch stiles his food. In terms of food, Stiles is no better than a lion that hasn't eaten for 3 days, just like you would never take the food out of that lion's mouth you don't take stiles his food. In other words, he bites you or he gets really mad at you. Like I'm stabbing you 37 times in the chest kind of mad. Now werewolf most of the time don't have this thing called "common sense." Because both Scott and the Sheriff have warned them of the danger posed by stiles and his food. You would think they wouldn't touch the food if stiles. I mean The only reason the sheriff still has all his fingers is the fact that without his fingers working at a police station is hard and without a job there is no money coming in and without money, there is no food. So like that would disturb the circle of food.
Now someone took stiles his cake. His triple chocolate strawberry cake. You don't take a person's triple chocolate strawberry cake. You just don't do that. This is Madeline she will be taking us to the stiles part of the story. stiles is humming. he is shuffling his papers, he wasn't done yet but in need of a well-deserved break. His writing hand is all cramped up and his back hurts from sitting bent over for two hours straight. He is at his house with the whole pack. It's the exam period and he suggested that they all study together. Sliding his headphones off of his head and placing them on the table in front of him he stands up. Stretching his back to lessen the pain he waits for the refreshing crack to sound. The crack that fills the room is followed by him standing up. He bites through the tingling feeling you get when your blood flow is correcting itself that moment feels like there is sparkling water under your skin only because of this kind of sparkling water do you get feeling in your legs again. Stretching his arms above his head, his shoulders let out a pop. He lets his body fall on his bed. His legs feel like jello and he doesn't want to get up. The coldness of the bedding is refreshing and seeping through his clothes into his skin. Orange light from the open curtains cast the room in a soft afternoon glow. He soaks in the sun and just lays in his bed for a moment. He wants to lay there for the rest of his life but all he can think of is how the triple chocolate strawberry cake from Scott's creative baking trip yesterday is calling for him. Because believe it or not Scott can cook. He was the first to taste the cake yesterday and every bite was just heavenly. So he did what any sane person would do, take a Tupperware cut three slices of cake put them into the Tupperware to put them in the fridge for today.
He wrote his full name on the lid so that nobody would dare to take his cake. Yes, his full name. Miezyslaw micheal stilinski. While normally stiles wouldn't be that selfish, this is different. He takes his food seriously. It is a well-known fact that stiles is very very serious about food-related things. He wasn't just going to take one slice and be left wanting more. It would be easier for him to take his three slices and the rest can split the rest between themself. It wasn't that bad it was a lot of cake, after all, he barely left a dent in the pile of cake. That being said he propped himself up from his bed and speedwalks to the kitchen. Skipping some steps. Once he reaches the final steps he jumps over them and continues speed-walking to the kitchen. His friends are talking on the couch and in the kitchen. He grabs the doorway using it to swing into the kitchen. His socks on the smooth tiles make him glide to the fridge. Where he slims to a stop. He will just quickly grab his Tupperware and join the rest. Some socializing will be good for him after two hours.
Yanking at the metal handle he lets the cold air wash over him. He crouches down to face the right height to see where he last had seen and put the cake. He hums in confusion when he doesn't see the cake right off the bat. Moving some things around he lets his knees hit the ground. When he doesn't find things this way he takes things out of the fridge. Maybe it was hidden behind some things. It shouldn't be this hard to find. A glass see-through container with cake in and his name on it in bold letters. And since it was so much cake he had used one of the larger ones, why wasn't he finding the container. It was getting strange. Standing up he looks at the mess he made. His countertops and floor are filled with the stuff from his fridge. Even after checking all that stuff he still doesn't find his cake. He shoves all the stuff back in and closes the door with a loud bang. The sound of glass clinking together and stuff falling inside the fridge was ignored. He glances over the countertops and in the garbage, nothing. Thank god it wasn't in the garbage that would be a huge waste of food. He is about to walk out of the kitchen to ask his friends when he sees it.
Hidden behind a pack of cookies and some bottles lays his Tupperware. At first, he thinks it's a random container but then he sees the marking. On the container is written the words m ez sl w ich al st lin sk. Somebody had clearly tried to wash away the words but was in a hurry or something. He brought it closer to inspect wiping his finger over the ink and watching the ink come right off. Like they didn't even try. Opening the lid he smells inside the container, the smell of their orange scented soap was there but a more overwhelming smell of chocolate overpowered it. The rage he feels as the realization dawns on him is great. Somebody ate his cake. "Who of you fuckers ate my cake?."He is standing in the doorway.
And despite being a werewolf nobody hears his question so to get their attention he slams his fist into the dining table. Hard. The decorative bowl in the middle of it rattles and as expected everyone stops their talking. He glares at the group taking steady breaths, watching them smell the air and freezing at the amount of rage coming of stiles would make him laugh on other moments not now. He was trying to calm down before speaking again but before he could he was interrupted. "Are you oke stiles?" Sweet innocent malia asks. God he would love that girl would she not be a suspect of the cake eating. ''Everything alright?'' Liam asks being his energetic self. ''You good? '' Isaac also asks. All these people he really cares for them but until he finds the one who ate his cake he will not trust a person. ''I asked who the fuck ate my cake, the one that I left in the fridge.'' Several faces pale. But nobody answers. ''No one? really do I need to ask again. Who the fuck ate my cake'' Two faces averted their eyes. ''Liam do you know who ate my cake?'' Umh..w-what cake?" Hmm okay.' moving to the next suspect.''Isaac?" Y-yes. " what about you do you know who ate it" I-I.I' the boy was quickly cut off by stiles 'I-I..I-'' he mocked. '' just stop wich one of you asshole ate my cake, the cake with my name on it.'' It was quiet for a moment before someone spoke up.
'' It was me. I'm sorry I didn't mean to but I ate one bite and suddenly it was gone. And I panicked and hid the container and it was wrong of me and I should have said something, and I know it was wrong of me and I'm sorry.'' Stiles stared at Erica as she confessed her sin. And just stared some more making the girl squirm. Not saying a thing. After some seconds she tried again. ''Stiles did you h- hear me? I said..'' 'No I heard you the first time'' jumping up he tries to tackle the girl he was grabbed by a ready Derek before he could get to the girl. Jackson and Liam also go to the screaming stiles as the rest stands with erica. Kicking he screams " Let me go! Derek, Let go! She ate my cake. Ooh, that bitch! That bitch ate the last piece! IT HAD MY FULL NAME ON IT YOU MUTT!'' Quit your squirming." You're on her side too." he screeches into his ear. Liam tries to grab his arms but is kicked in the balls by stiles. Grabbing his crotch he falls to the ground. ''I'M SORRY STILES''NO YOU'RE NOT YOU CAKE-EATING MUTT.'' The struggle lasted for another five minutes before the sound of a door opening stops everyone.
Scott makes his way into the room scrolling on his phone but looking up at the silence." what's up guys?' "He himself stutters to a stop at the sight in front of him. Stiles with a murderous glare and Derek holding him with his arms around his chest. Liam is on the floor holding his crotch. facing them are the rest with erica looking panicky. He sighs '' not again.'' And then it's chaos. The pack members spoke over each other. 'You know about this." What the fuck.... "How.... "What do you mean not ag-" What I mean is that stiles is protective over food.'' Meanwhile, stiles has escaped Derek gon' to the kitchen grabbed a knife, and is currently sneaking up on erica. Springing on her the pair falls over. Erica screeching murder and stiles mad cackling. ' HOW COULD YOU "I SAID I'M SORRY." ' STILES CALM DOWN.' Scott interrupts. ' now why is this happening' Derek speaks up from where he has put stiles in his arms again. ' Erica ate stiles his cake." Oh.' He looks at the mess and back at stiles. ' I can just make some new cake stiles.' And it's like a turn switches because stiles looks like a happy puppy all of a sudden. ' Really?" Yes stiles, really.' In the end, Scott made 2 cakes on chocolate strawberry and one blueberry banana. Stiles got his cake and the rest, they got a life lesson