#Stiles can be intimidating when he needs to be

[murdrdocs]

SAW YOUR END. void stiles

description. it's hard not to give into the Nogistune. he does have the face of your favorite person, after all

includes. DARK CONTENT 18+, SMUT 18+, SLIGHT DUBCON (r wants it but for safe measures), fem! reader, impact play, choking, degradation, stiles is possessed, forced impregnation, baby trapping (kinda), snowballing, reader is secretly in luv with stiles, implied that stiles is present, some angst, title from 'cherry waves' by deftones

wc: 4.5k+

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He’s more intimidating up close than you would’ve thought. 

You’ve been telling yourself that if faced with the shell of your best friend, you could handle yourself. The Nogistune doesn’t fight. He plots, plans, weakens you with words alone. And you thought this was something you could control. No amount of taunts or insults or manipulation could catch you off guard. 

But you somehow forgot that while he would slowly weaken your resolve, he would be wearing the face and body and voice of your best friend. You hadn’t considered that this would make you weak in and of itself, heart already thudding loudly behind your chest when you saw those amber eyes, mouth dry when he spoke your name, hands shaking with the desire to meet him in the middle when he reached out for you. 

You find yourself to be more fragile than you thought, lip quivering and eyes welling up when his gaze hardens instead of softens. Your entire body trembling when he starts his slow torture, words perfectly chosen to hit the spots of you that will be most affected. 

He’s unpredictable, possibly completely predictable if you’d been thinking with the parts of you that excelled in reason instead of the parts that excelled in emotion. 

But his unpredictable nature leaks into his actions, his desires, as his taunts turn from ones to break you down to ones that are designed to have you as putty in his hands. Promises to give you your deepest desires, ones you were previously sure that no one other than yourself and your diary knew. Claims that he could fulfill your wishes if you would just give in. 

It all sounds too good to be true, too simple and sweet and perfect. But again, rationale isn’t your strong suit at this point, so you’re standing before him, chest pressed to his, sooner than you realize it. 

Heads tilted, lips closing in on the others, tips of noses brushing until they poke at the others cheek as lips finally press together. 

Chapped pillows against moisturized, teeth clacking and spit swapping. It’s easy for you to forget that this is a trick, that this is all an elaborate scheme, while he kisses you like he wants it. 

The Nogitsune kisses you as if he’s trying to actually devour you. He sucks your saliva up as it pools between your mouths, he licks around your mouth and tongues at your bones, his hands claw at your body to pull you tighter and closer to him until you can feel the muscle tone of Stiles’ body. 

The grip he has on your waist –– slightly conservative as he almost refuses to venture down to your lower back –– has you stumbling, leaving your hands with nowhere else to go other than Stiles’ shirt. 

Stiles has worn this shirt many times before, the cotton relaxed around his muscles. But in the short time that the Nogistune has been present in it, it’s become distressed, tiny tears in both of the shoulders, the color a little dull from what you can tell. 

The tears in the fabric have your hands pressing against Stiles’ bare skin while they fumble along the material. You flinch at the first press, surprised at just how chilled his skin is. 

In comparison, you feel like you’re on fire. 

Your body burns where he touches you, yet the parts his form doesn’t reach is unbearably cold, similar to his own body. You need him everywhere and nowhere all at once. You want what he can give you and resent the idea simultaneously. 

Two wars raging in your mind, knocking around your head until you have a pressure and a fog that demands your attention. 

Instead, you focus on reality. 

You focus on the bulge that presses against denim to reach you. You focus on the thigh coming between yours. You focus on the damp feeling in your shorts, pressed warmly against your cunt. 

Stiles’ thigh presses against your center and you sigh contentedly, eyebrows relaxing from their cinched position as you subtly start to submit in the Nogitsune’s hold. He breathes in when you breathe out, taking in every breath that you let out like you’re feeding them to him. He groans when you groan, echoing you. 

You’re lost in his movements, trying to decipher why he does what he does while also trying to enjoy the feeling, creating too much for your head to handle, and suddenly –– without realizing it –– you’re walking backwards, legs bumping into your bed, knees bending and body falling back to thud against the mattress. 

The Nogistune doesn’t follow you. Instead, he stands at the edge, looking down at you. His eyes are dark and empty as they stare at your body from head to toe. Suddenly, you’re self conscious about his opinion, your tiny brain convincing you that the opinion of the Nogistune correlates to that of Stiles. You shrink in on yourself, legs glued together at the knee, drawing up to your chest as you attempt to hide. 

The Nogistune isn’t having it. 

He tuts, the bed dipping at the end under his weight as he kneels. Two rough and large hands find your bare knees and you shiver, both thankful and regretful that you’d decided on your smallest pair of shorts for the night as you’d previously been completely unaware and unable to guess that your night would take a turn like this. 

“Don’t hide from me.” It’s an order, one you wouldn’t dream of disobeying, fear of what would happen if you did preventing you from doing so. Either way, he’s spreading your legs open himself as he says it until they’re wide enough to welcome him in. 

He takes your forced spread as an invitation from you, shuffling forward until he’s completely situated between your legs. The Nogitsune’s hands press into the pillow beneath you, strong forearms belonging to Stiles caging you in. He stares down at you, analyzing your reaction as he slots one thigh between both of yours, the other resting on the outside of your left leg. 

“Pretty little thing like you,” he says, head tilting as his analyzing gaze shifts to one that resembles amazement. Wonder, even. 

“Innocent. An angel. Would never hurt a fly.” He’s spitting the words out now as if he doesn’t believe them. 

His eyes narrow, glazing over as if he’s not paying attention to you anymore, and then he blinks and you’re the main focus once more. “That’s what he’s telling me. He’s trying to get out, you know. Trying to convince me to stop. He’s begging.” He takes a second, eyes calculating as he watches you for a reaction. 

You think you don’t give him one, but there’s one hidden in the minute shifts of your features. 

“But you don’t want that, do you?” He comes to a conclusion. “You don’t want me to stop. If you did, you wouldn’t be humping my leg like a bitch in heat.” And you are, your hips having a mind of their own as they push and pull against the material on his legs.

You hadn’t even noticed it was happening, too busy taking in his words as if they’re a form of hypnosis. Maybe they were, because it’s not until he points out your mindless hip movements that you’re fully aware of them, hands clutching at the Nogitsune’s sides as you start to pleasure yourself. 

”Want me to please you?” His voice is sickly sweet, a teasing pout on his lips, his eyes faux soft and his thick eyebrows lifted. You know he’s mocking you, it’s evident in his voice and face. But you’re already submitting, wanting just that, and telling him with a sincere nod. “Yeah?” He shouldn’t sound as hot as he does, and you shouldn’t be as horny as you are. But at this point, you’re pushing aside nearly all of your morals, deciding instead to completely give in. 

“Yes. Please, Void.” 

His face twists into one of surprise at the nickname. “Is that what you all call me? ‘Void’.” You stop, fearing you’d angered the usually cool headed Nogisgune. Until he smiles, slight but enough to be seen, and his hands slide down to your cunt.

“Is that what you’ll call me when I bring you to completion?” 

Another nod from you, your hips starting to squirm with impatience. You’re not above begging, as you’ve proven time and time again tonight, but there’s no need. 

Void slides his hand down to the waistband of your shorts, separating the elastic from your skin enough to slide his hand beneath the thin layer. 

You’re not wearing any panties, something about minimal layers being good for vaginal health. In reality, few layers is best for easy access, proven with the way Void easily slides two fingers through your slit, pushing your lips apart to let you feel the cool air against your center. 

Goosebumps raise along your skin, your bedroom suddenly colder than it was before. 

“So fucking wet.” His words are nothing but an observation, he’s quite frankly pointing out the obvious. There’s no hidden meanings or underlying intentions woven between the syllables. It’s straightforward. 

And that’s probably why you’re so embarrassed about it. 

You try to close your legs, shy away from Void, but of course he doesn’t let you. 

He uses his free hand to push your knees apart, holding one of them down while his occupied hand flexes as he slides his two fingers down to tease your entrance. 

“You can’t hide from me, sweet thing. You know that, don’t you?” This is full of a double meaning. You feel the weight of the words as you start to surrender even more, body weighted into the mattress while Void slides Stiles’ middle finger into your fluttering walls. 

There’s barely any reaction, not much of a stretch nor enough stimulation to give you much. So Void adds a second, pushing your walls apart while he inserts. 

You hiss, hands instinctively going down to wrap around Void’s wrist. He doesn’t swat your hands away. He lets you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and his eyebrows raise as he waits for you to make a move. 

You don’t. 

Your hand limply sits curled around a slender wrist, not tight enough to really do anything at all. 

Void continues his slow torture, setting a pace for his fingers that leaves so much to the imagination. 

What would it be like faster? Could you hear the squelch that way? Do you want it faster? Since that would inevitably bring you to the end at a speed that would easily have you unfulfilled and desiring more. 

There’s not much room to think more, however, when Void starts lowering himself, eyes trained on yours while his head steadily moves down. 

When he’s above your navel, he presses a kiss right below it, and then his other hand digs into the elastic of your shorts to pull them down. You’re left bare, open, save for Void’s fingers momentarily filling you up. 

“Do you taste as good as you look? Hm?” he asks you, voice low and teasing. Completely unaware of the answer, you choose to not answer at all. But Void is determined, pulling his fingers out of you and floating them over to your mouth. 

Your lips part easily, without any verbal prompting from him. He slips the digits in, and lets you suck, dark eyes trained on your mouth while you clean the pale skin. 

His eyebrows raise to prompt you to answer his question. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” It’s snarky, but spoken like you’ve said the sweetest, most innocent thing in the world, words almost dainty as they saunter out in a single file line from your lips. 

He hums, eyes squinting as his lips raise in something that looks like admiration. “Got a mouth on you.” 

And then his hands are holding your thighs open as he slots his face between your legs. 

The first lick is slow, his tongue flat as he confidently traces it from just above your asshole to just above your clit. 

You gasp, not expecting that wide of a trail, and then you melt. 

Void’s fingers presses into your thighs as he situates them over his shoulders, giving him the perfect position to devour. 

Which, he does. 

You don’t know how you expected a dark spirit with thousands of years of age over you to give head, but any expectation you would have had wouldn’t have been nearly as good as it is. 

None of the previous ‘best head you’ve ever had’ exists in this room. In this space. In this moment. No conscious thoughts about the possible repercussions you’ll face from finally having Stiles’ head between your thighs, but in the most unconventional way. Nothing exists outside of Stiles’ mouth on your cunt, Void driving his actions as pleasure that knocks the breath out of you is introduced to your system. 

Your eyes stick to the ceiling, or they close, fear that if you look down you’ll either cum too fast and cease the best moment of your life, or you’ll be wracked with guilt when poised with Stiles’ eyes peering up at you. 

But of course, Void won’t let you off that easily. 

His command to look at him is so strong that you don’t even consider disobeying it. Instead, you stare down at him, eyes finding his like opposite ends of a magnet. You prepare for that guilt to make you physically sick. You prepare to get uncomfortably turned off and recoil in on yourself instead of spreading your legs wider for Void. 

It doesn’t come. 

Instead, you feel weirdly comforted, back arching further and your hand confidently coming down to thread through Stiles’ waves, the dark hair beginning to stick to his forehead with the physical exertion. 

Void pulls Stiles’ lips from your center, rosy-pink glistening before he licks them clean. You notice Stiles’ cheeks are turning a similar color and it’s then that something switches in your head. 

Suddenly, you see Stiles instead of the Nogistune. It doesn’t help when you’re sent a smile that feels soft and familiar. 

You’re pushed out of your daze by the grate of his voice. 

“I bet you’re pretending I’m him, aren’t you?” 

He licks up your cunt once more, another long stripe that collects your pooled arousal just before he sucks at your clit. 

“Wanna scream his name while I make you cum? Hm?” It’s wrong, but you do. 

You nod, the movement small and shy as you wiggle your hips to demand attention. He gives in, pressing his lips back to your sensitive nerve endings. You start to chase your orgasm, grinding your hips against Void’s face as you begin to imagine it’s Stiles between your legs instead. It’s easy to do, especially when his face is shoved in your pussy. 

Stiles’ name falls from your lips with a stutter at first, unsure from your tongue as you test it. Void shakes his head. “Say it like you mean it,” he tells you before diving back in. 

He bares his teeth and nips on the bud, giving way for the name of the face he wears to push from your chest with more assurance this time. 

It’s the same name you moan when Void pushes you over the edge with his mouth alone.

With the post orgasm haze over your mind, bleeding into your body, it’s easier for you to see Stiles more than the Nogitsune. 

His face relaxed, the light in your room brightening his dark eyes. His lips pink and swollen and glistening, spreading into a satisfied smile as your breathing starts to level out.

Logic attempts to remind you that no matter how similar they look, this isn’t Stiles. But when Void softens his eyes, his hands shake a little at your side, and his smile lacks cockiness, it’s easier than it should be for you to forget. It’s easy for you to look past the pale skin and purple under eyes and messier-than-it-should-be hair and instead see your best friend. The guy you’ve been pining after since middle school.

“You’re prettier than you know.” Void presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, close to the junction of your pelvis and limb. The action shoves you back to reality, putting you in that post-orgasmic euphoric haze.  

“Too pretty for him.” Another kiss. “Should keep you close to me, shouldn’t I?” 

Maybe there’s something else affecting you other than your post-orgasm haze, because the thought starts to sound not so bad. You try to nod, but your body is heavy. You’re tired, but your body wants more. 

Shamelessly, you start to grind, a pathetic attempt of receiving friction from perhaps the air, since that’s the only thing you’re getting. You feel drunk, confused, and incredibly horny.

A frustrated groan falls from your lips, Void replying in a chuckle. 

“What? You want more?” 

You muster your strength to nod, and you can’t see it, but you look like the prettiest fucked out thing. 

Hair messy atop your head, lips swollen and slick and pouty, eyes glazed over and it looks like you’ll cry if Void turns down your advances. He briefly considers doing so, just to fuck with you, see what you’re like at your weakest, but he figures there’s another way to get you to that point. 

Void’s hand slides up your torso, palm wide and calluses rough against your soft body. He rises as he does so, hand cupping your jaw, face hovering over yours as he brings your attention solely to him. You blink dumbly, waiting for his next move. 

“You know I’m gonna need something from you, too, baby, right? And not just those pretty sounds you make when you cum.” You stare at him, feeling like it’s all you've been doing this entire encounter. But there are no words, nothing for you to say to him. 

You lick your lips and it takes longer than it should for a response to form in your head, each word appearing one at a time. “What … do you need?” 

He kisses the side of your neck and then his hand slides down to rest over the area. You stay still, breath sitting in your chest, unmoving. 

He sucks in a breath himself, as if he’s taunting you with how relaxed and unphased he is. Suddenly, you begin to feel like trapped prey. 

“I need to hurt you, honey.” He tilts his head, eyes scanning over your body, calculating. “Not a lot, just enough to feed myself.” His grip on your throat seems to get tighter, more secure. “That’s okay, right?” 

You’re dumb. So fucking dumb and clueless and desperate. 

Because you’re nodding, hand pathetically circling Stiles’ wrist when pressure is applied to the sides of your throat. 

“That’s a good girl.” He kisses your forehead, and then your cheek is struck. 

You gasp, the sound is an instinct from your body. It forces you to breathe, and the airflow combined with the sting from your cheek feels good. You wonder if they’ll be a mark tomorrow, and the thought excites you instead of worries you. 

You don’t consider the lie you’ll have to tell Scott or Lydia. You don’t think about how you’ll potentially feel looking in the mirror in the morning. All you think about is how you want Void to do it again. 

Especially when he looks like this while he does it: Veins along his arms and neck turning black as he seemingly takes the pain, not away like Scott can, but as Void takes your pain he adds to it. Multiplies it, even. 

It’s not filled with gloom, nor despair, but there’s something heavy that feels vaguely uncomfortable from the lack of attention, like an itch that needs to be scratched. 

You need more. 

Void seems to sense this. 

“On all fours,” he instructs you, hand leaving your neck to allow you to do as told. 

There’s the sound of shuffling, not just from you. Metal against metal, fabric against fabric. More shuffling, the added weight against the bed is gone, and then hands are pulling you back towards the edge. 

There’s barely any wait, any anticipation, before your walls are forcibly stretched. 

You wish you could see it, maybe if you were doing it in missionary, but beggars truly can’t be choosers and you’re perfectly fine with taking what you can get. 

Void is at least a few inches deep before you consider the option of protection. You bring it up to him, glancing over your shoulder and your voice wobbling as you say it. 

Void tuts as if he’s disappointed, shaking his head. 

“You don’t want his babies?” He speaks through a pout, the epitome of condescending. “Don’t want to be the whore with her crush’s seed festering in her womb? ‘Cause I think you do.” 

His hand presses flat against the middle of your back, pressing you down into the mattress, leaving you with your ass up. 

Void bottoms out completely, a hiss sounding through your teeth as you try to adjust as quickly as you can. 

He doesn’t give you much grace, instantly setting a pace that has you gasping, pornographic sounds slipping from between your lips. It’s nearly exactly as you’d imagined it, loud with the squelches of you and Void combining in the purest way possible. But it’s dirty, fast and lacking any neatness or grace. 

He fucks you just as you expected from him: Mercilessly, with little to no concern for how you feel. 

As if to emphasize this, he spanks you, the clap loud to the point where it seems fake. But the sting left behind on your left ass cheek begs to differ. 

It’s not long before his thrusts become erratic, most likely from the build up of the entire ordeal. A lack of rhythm becomes present as he fucks you harder, with more intention behind each aggressive snap of his hips into yours. You’re sent further and further into the mattress as he does so, your lips pressing against your definitely sodden sheets. You attempt to maneuver your head to where he can hear you, a plea for him to cum anywhere but inside of you desperately climbing up your throat. 

But it gets stuck behind your mouth. Void’s hand presses into the back of your head, forcing your face into the sheets, and just when you feel as if you can’t breathe, his hand wraps around your throat and he pulls you up, your back against his chest. 

His chin sits on your shoulder, his lips brush your earlobe as he speaks. 

“Gonna cum in you, yeah? Fill you with little Nogitsune babies. Be a lot better than the little weaklings he would give you. Bet you would look so pretty carrying my kids. Tits all swollen,” his free hand circles around your waist at this point, climbing up to pinch an already sensitive nipple between his pointer and thumb. 

You hiss, attempting to recoil away from the clamp. There’s nowhere for you to go, completely closed in by Void in all places. He’s still in you, rock hard and hot and fucking up into your walls with a depth that stings, his tip not too far from your cervix. His body is around you, arms circled around you, hands at your neck and stomach, pressing you back against him. 

You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. And with another orgasm brewing low in your belly, you want the opposite. It’s hard to admit, and it’s not like you will ever admit it, but you have the sudden craving for Void to fill you up. 

You whine, pretending to be disinterested by the thought he puts in your head. But Void continues speaking, voice heavy and a little slurred as he continues to take the pain he’s inducing. 

“Feel so good around me. It’s like this is how it was supposed to be. You and him. Maybe you two were made for each other.” He chuckles cruelly, almost taunting you with the idea. You have to bite back a sob because that sounds so nice, but it seems impossible after this. 

You can’t imagine Stiles ever wanting to be with you after this. 

“He wants that, too, you know. But ‘s not gonna happen when I’m here.” He kisses your cheek, and it would be romantic in any other situation. 

You can’t even consider the idea of romance when Void’s hand squeezes at your throat and his voice drops a few octaves as he tells you: “You’re mine.” 

His hand slides from your tit to between your thighs, two fingers circling your clit rapidly, meant to send you over the edge. You do so a few moments later, satisfied that he hadn't made you beg while your body completely relaxes until you let out a sound that is practically inhuman. 

It’s a mix between a growl and a moan and a sob. You sound like a wounded animal. And while Void cums in you, you feel like one too. 

He lets you go, allowing you to collapse face first into your bed. 

Both of you are still for a moment, Void's heavy body atop of yours as you both lay limply on your mattress. Of course, he moves first, separating from you and letting you lay there in silence.

There’s no tranquility, no comfort, just thick silence. 

You’re spent, fucked out as you attempt to catch your breath. 

It’s almost impossible to do so when Void lifts your hips a little and then presses his tongue flat against your entrance. You gasp, experiencing too much too soon, and again attempt to thrash away. He holds you still, strong hands holding you up as his lips pucker around your hole. He sucks, and it becomes clear to you that he’s retrieving his own cum from inside of you. 

When he’s finished, he flips you over and goes to your mouth, and it’s shameful that you still don’t have to be asked to open. You do it automatically, lips parting as Void presses his to yours. The swap is disgusting, both in taste and texture, but you lose yourself in the messiness of the kiss. 

By the time Void pulls away, there’s drool and cum from both of you sliding down your chin. He smiles at the sight, gently tapping your cheek before doing the same with a much harder slap on your abused cunt. 

This time, you don’t recoil, or writhe away, or even make a sound. You’re completely submissive, the only indicator of the pain being the way your stomach flexes.

Void grins, satisfied with how he’s made you. You expect more from him. You’re expecting him to tug his dick back up, so you’re sat watching him dumbly as he mechanically redresses.

You don’t move, too tired to do so, just blinking languidly while pale skin is recovered.

Just before Void leaves, he tells you: “I’m not done with you.”

And it’s both a threat and a promise. One you hope he keeps.

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[theemporium]

hey bestie, smut prompt 22 for stiles? 🙂

22. “can you feel what your doing to me”

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It was an incredibly stupid plan—but then again, when wasn’t it when it came to the pack of Beacon Hills?

You couldn’t exactly remember what had led you into this situation, or how you and Stiles got the short-end of the stick to be volunteered into it. But what you did remember was Derek rambling about hunters having a sixth sense for supernatural beings in close vicinity so—as the only two humans in the pack—you and Stiles were thrown in the deep end. 

And now the deep end meant hiding in a really small closet whilst some of the deadliest hunters stood in the room just before you. 

“Can you stop moving? They will hear you rustling.” 

“I can’t!” 

“Oh my god.” 

You were pressed against the door, using a small crack to watch the hunters in the room. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but the tables of weapons spread out in front of them was intimidating enough. 

“I’m serious, stop wiggling,” Stiles hissed from behind you, letting out a heavy sigh. 

“Stiles, I can’t,” you hissed back at him. “If you move the hanger that is poking me, maybe I’ll fucking stop.” 

There was a pause before the boy spoke. 

“That’s not a hanger.” 

Your body tensed for a few moments as the boy’s words ran through your head, taking you a few moments to really process his words before you felt your cheeks heating up. 

“Stiles—” 

“I can’t control it,” he grumbled from behind you, letting out a small groan when you tried to move away again, only to push your ass further against him. “Fuck, don’t do that. Can you feel what you're doing to me?” 

“I’m trying to help!” you whisper-yelled under your breath.

“That’s the opposite of helping,” Stiles groaned into your ear, biting down on his lip. His hands found your waist, gripping it tightly in hopes of making you stay still. “Just…stop.”

Your heart was thundering in your chest, your lungs feeling like they were on fire and the last thing you should be focusing on was Stiles’ dick pressing into your ass when your lives were quite literally in danger. 

And yet, it was your only focus. 

Maybe you could blame it on the adrenaline pumping through your body at the risk of getting caught. Maybe you could blame it on a temporary lapse of judgement. Maybe you could even blame it on the crush you had been harbouring for the boy for ages.

Or maybe, you wouldn’t really need a reason as you pushed your ass back into him, rolling your hips against the bulge in his jeans. 

“Shit,” Stiles hissed through clenched teeth and gripped your waist harder. “What are you doing?” 

“Shhh, I’m just trying to help,” you murmured as your arms wound behind your, fingers tangled in his hair as he leaned against your shoulder. “Just keep quiet, Stiles.” 

“Fuck,” he moaned against your shoulder as he began to grind his hip against your ass, something about the action so needy and desperate, and yet it set your whole body on fire. 

Your hands dropped to cover his, slowly guiding them up until they were cupping your tits over your shirts, a pathetic whine leaving the boy’s lips as he continued to rut against your ass. It didn’t take long for muffled curses to leave his lips as he finally came. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he breathlessly chanted as you continued to circle your ass against him, even when he let out a small whine. “I-I can’t, it’s too much.” 

“Such a good boy, Stiles,” you whispered in the closet knowing you still had to find a way out before your luck ran out. “Such a good boy for me.” 

“Just for you,” he whispered, face nuzzled against the crook of your neck as he squeezed your tits, listening to the soft mewls you let out as you both desperately tried to keep your cover from being blown.

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[buckybarnesss]

Sometimes i forget about the pool scene and then I'm like holy shit so that happened

abomination much like smoke and mirrors feels like a fever dream to me but it's one of those times where i'm like all that happened and there's still those that insist nothing was going on with sterek and the production tried to gaslight us about it.

bless the sterek supercut so i can watch this at anytime.

you've got derek using a basketball to intimidate flirt with stiles which is referenced in visionary.

you've got derek and erica both being amused by stiles.

you got the fact erica was also there but was apparently unconscious the entire time and neither derek or stiles thought to even yell for her.

you've got derek trying to protect stiles from the kanima only to get paralyzed and stiles doesn't run and he doesn't leave him. stiles catches him and tries to get him to safety.

derek 👏 is 👏 grumpy 👏 about 👏 this 👏 situation

"can't you trust me just this once"

"i'm the one keeping you alive"

"you need me to survive which is why you're not letting me go"

these faces

stiles held derek up for two hours and not once thought of abandoning him and making a break for it. he was going to drown with derek.

[my heart will go on blaring in the distance]

scott yeeting them both out of the pool is still so funny to me okay

derek hale looking like someone cut him open when stiles doesn't put werewolves in the same category as the kanima. he doesn't seem them as abominations/unnatural.

this scene was one of the first gifs i ever made and it was for my tumblr lol

the way this scene fucking echoed in the narrative with the overlooked and the entirety of 3B

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #sterek #otp: you need me to survive

[freedomfireflies]

hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭

“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”

You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”

“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”

You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”

To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”

“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”

His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”

“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”

He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”

You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed. 

He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”

Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”

His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.

“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”

“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”

“Yes, Princess?” 

You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”

Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”

“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”

“Stiles—”

“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”

“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”

“Words, Princess.”

But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.

Which…to be fair, it probably was.

“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”

You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”

“He can wait.”

You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”

“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.” 

“Stiles—”

“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”

Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.

And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.

He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns. 

“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”

Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—

“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”

He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor. 

And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.

And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.

He makes you better, too.

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

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[gynnnicsworld]

For you, what is the season in which you knew that sterek were a real thing? For me it was throughout S3A. Or at least there was something really important going on between them...

I mean, I've been a shipper of them since the first meeting but where I definitely took sterek as my banner was during S3A.

I really love the theme of parallels between Stiles and Jennifer because it basically confirms sterek for us. And there's so much to explore there, I really don't understand why 3A doesn't get enough recognition.

3B is probably everyone's favorite season, I'm pretty sure of that, or a favorite, but 3A needs to be thoroughly analyzed 👁️

The thing is that in 3A there are so many themes that we can explore, like the absurdly obvious parallels between Jennifer and Stiles😩.I'll never really be able to get over the fact that they used the whole Stiles/Derek dynamic with Jennifer/Derek, and that Jennifer seemed to fear Stiles?

Because it's really interesting how Jennifer avoided being around Stiles or prevented Stiles and Derek from being in the same place when she was there.I think there were only two times when Stiles and Derek were in the same room when she was there, the first during Boyd's death and she stayed away, while Stiles went to give his support to Derek and Jennifer was just "shocked"... And the other time was when Derek chose to believe Stiles over her.

I have to organize my thoughts but I really want to talk about this, because I have the energy right now. So sorry if this is a bit messy 😔

Okay, it's pretty much a fact that Jennifer was using this nervous, clumsy demeanor, and she was actually imitating Stiles' entire personality with Derek. But why? Because Jennifer's goal was to bewitch Derek, to have him somehow at her mercy and control, and to do that she had to get under Derek's skin.

And let's get something straight, even if Derek didn't know it and wasn't yet aware of the fact that Stiles is his anchor, Stiles was already under Derek's skin (for whatever reason). So Jennifer had to follow this line, Stiles was already something important to Derek and if she wants to get closer to Derek the best way to do it is to give him something that he is familiar with and something he's already comfortable with and somehow has his guard down.

And what is that? (In case it's not clear; Stiles) she presented herself to Derek with this behavior that he was already familiar with. even the part of the Stls/Drk relationship where they are both always arguing or fighting or Derek is intimidating to Stiles, even that Jennifer imitated. (if you don't believe me you can go see for yourself, from the first meeting between Jennifer and Derek there was this dynamic like the one Drk/stils have)

Okay moving on, the personality theft that Jennifer did to Stiles wasn't enough (haha) so similar parallel events also happened, remember that time where Derek went to Stiles for help? I mean the one in the car, where Derek told Stiles he was going to rip out his throat? Something similar happens between Jennifer and Derek. [Except the throat part, we all know that's something unique and special between Derek and Stiles 😌 that not even a curse can imitate.]

Okay, more things happen, but Jennifer actually already put Derek under some kind of spell, that makes him do whatever she says, like she made him not inform Scott that he was still alive... Why do I mention this? Because this fucking matters, let's say things between them keep moving forward, etc. And Derek is increasingly under her control, or well under her spell, until the day Stiles and Scott tell him that Jennifer is the darach...

And I really want us to think about this, because I don't remember it ever happening that Derek breaks his spell...or well something happens...Which I personally take as the reason why Jennifer didn't want Derek and Stiles to be in the same place while she is, because Stiles is the one who was able to break the influence that she has on Derek.

Let's remember this moment where Stiles asks her where his dad is , and Stiles has his eyes full of tears and revealing sadness, worry and vulnerability. And Jennifer mocks him by saying how the hell would she know that, it's not like she can go out and murder people on her lunch break (or something like that). And she tells Derek that he can't believe them.

Then we have this shot of Derek looking at Scott and Stiles, but it's obvious who Derek has his gaze focused on...And Boom! Right there Derek believes Stiles (and Scott).

And Jennifer stops pretending, etc etc.

For me that was the moment where any influence Jennifer may have had on Derek ended and she knew it.

I really love that season because basically all Jennifer did until the end was play a personality type like Stiles, and Derek fell for that 😩...I can only say that whatever Derek felt for Stiles, it was already tremendously strong.

Well I lost my train of thought, so I'll end here, but please share your thoughts and opinions with me here 🤍 Stiles and Derek really liked each other too much and the fools didn't even realize 😭

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[s0urw00lf]

A second chance at first line pt.2

A couple of hours after their conversation about yn being a protector he's been trying to understand more about them, well her. So yn spent all day telling derek everything she knows about it which is not much. She only knows as much as she knows because of her uncle Alan who makes sure to update her every time he finds something important. So yn and Derek were sitting on the couch in the ruins of the hale house conversations about everything. "So you have powers that only appear when you have the need to protect your loved ones. But not when you need to protect yourself" he asked. "Yes, but I don't need them to protect myself because of my other abilities." She explained. Derek just sat there observing the information opening his mouth to reply back but yn beat him to it. "Oh god, he's coming." She said rolling her eyes making Derek look at her confused making he clarify "Scott" he did the same a rolled his eyes " Derek!" They heard yelling from outside. He looked at y/n and she just shrugged her shoulders "told you". Rolling his eyes he sighed standing up with y/n following and they both walked out of the house to face the wrath of the beta. y/n and derek ow outside now staring at the beta waiting for him to turn around.

Scott snapped around hearing the breath of the two when he saw them he jumped back slightly scared but shrugged it off as his anger rose again. "Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" he yelled at the two though it was mostly directed at Derek. the two walked forward jumping off of the porch coming face to face with the beta. "Yeah? What if she does?" Derek challenged stepping forward before being stopped by y/n stepping in front of him knowing he would try to do something stupid "You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google "Werewolves," and now you got all the answers? Is that it?" he continued. Y/N knowing Derek was helping but his threats wouldn't do him any good so y/n spoke up "You don't get it yet, Scott, but were looking out for you." she said stepping forward a little to intimidate him just a little "Think about what could happen. You're on the field... the aggression takes over... and you shift in front of everyone what do you plan on doing after that? huh?" she asked. Scott just looked between the two, he knew y/n meant well but he just didn't trust Derek. "What happens when they see you? your mom, all of your friends" Derek says while he steps around y/n and grabs Scotts lacrosse stick ripping the net with his claws "it all falls apart" he finished tossing the stick at Scott which he doesn't catch and walking away leaving Scott there visibly angry with y/n staring at him.

"listen scott, i know how hard this new thing is for you, trust me ive been in your shoes before" y/n said stepping to pick up the laccrosse stick and holding it out towards him. he looked at her and visibly calmed "howd you do it?" he asked sighing. "Alone mostly, i didnt have anyone after the fire. i thought all the hales were dead, and my uncle was always working so i just had to do it alone for the most part." y/n said frowning at the memories. " but when derek showed up again everything took a 360, I had my love and partner in crime back, he helped me heal and taught me things I needed to know about my newfound abilities." she said looking at him "look i know its hard to believe but were only looking out for you, no matter how threatening Derek seems he means well." she assured smiling at the boy putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. The boy put his head down in contenplation. "what's up?" she asked. he looked back up at her "that night at the party, when we made eye contact I saw something." he explained. the girl smiled nodding her head "yes, I knew that would come up one day. Lets put it this way you are forever protected as long as I'm alive." she said finally turning away from him and making her way back into the house.

——- time skip—-

Ever since y/n told Scott and Derek about her protector status she's been trying to figure out more about it so she'll know what to expect if and when the time comes that she needs to use the abilities. So all day she's been at the table with her grimoire seeking help from her ancestors flipping through the pages. She was about ready to give up and call it a night but she was stopped when she felt a presence. She opened her eyes and saw her aunt who passed when she was torn apart by vampires. "Hello y/n" she greeted smiling at the girl."Aunt Marina?" Y/n questioned tilting her head slightly. " yes it's me, but I can't stay for long you'll run your energy dry if your here too long." She warned. "Okay umm all I wanted to know about is my protector status, like what am I capable of?" Y/n asked. "Well, I don't know Much, but I do know that your uncle deaton has found a lot of information about it, you should ask him." She said. Y/n sighed knowing this would be a hard task considering she hasn't seen him since she left all those years ago. "It'll be a good reunion trust me, he misses you. But I have to go now I love you, and think about it." She said before fading away along with the vibrant blue in y/n's eyes. Returning back to real life she sighed and closed her grimoire putting it back on the shelf. She hears soft snoring coming from the Couch and assumed it was Derek, she walked over to see him sleeping peacefully.

Seeing Derek sleeping so peacefully put her at ease knowing he was getting some much needed rest. She smiled and leaned down to lift his head a bit so she couch sit laying his head on her lap. The ease didn't last long though, she thought back to what marina said, about going to deaton. But how could she do that? How could she possibly stand face to face with him after leaving him the way she did. She was cut from her thoughts when she heard Derek say " your done? Did you find anything?" His voice was groggy from the nap. Y/n looked down at him and smiled once again at his sleepy face "I talked to aunt marina, she said she doesn't know much, but she knows Deaton knows a lot and that i should talk to him." She explained frowning slightly. "It's not gonna be as bad as you think it is y/n" he said trying to ease my nerves. "I don't know, but I do know that I need to do it tonight. I don't want to sleep on these nerves" she said eyebrows furrowing. "okay, come on lets go now." he said standing up and reaching for her hand. y/n took his hand and he lead her out of the house. while walking down the stairs she got a strange feeling in her stomach making her stop and let go of Derek's hand looking around. this caused Derek to turn and look back at y/n confused. "What's wrong?" he asked looking toward where y/n was staring. y/n quickly shook her head brushing off the feeling as nerves "nothing, just nerves." she answered. he stared at her skeptically but took her hand once again leading her to his shiny black Camaro.

----time skip----

        When they pulled up to the only place deaton would be besides his own home y/n's heart instantly dropped. derek looked over at her taking her hand as he felt her anxiety the whole ride "hey, its going to be okay. he doesn't hate you" he reassures. "i shouldnt have left him" she said frowning. she sat staring for a couple of seconds before sighing opening the car door and getting out. She turned around waiting for Derek to get out but he didn't. She frowned leaning down to get a better look at his face "what are you doing? Aren't you coming?" She asked. He sighed shaking his head no "you gotta do this alone. I love you I'll be right here the whole time." He answers. Yn scrunched her face up and stood back up closing the door to the car. She made her way to the entrance to the clinic seeing the door already open. She took a deep breath and stepped in.

As She stepped in She saw Deaton step in from the back as well. "Y/n, I've been expecting you" he said. Y/n stopped and bowed her head as soon as she heard his voice. "I totally understand if you don't want me here. But I just need one thing and I'm gone I promise." She said.  Deaton chucked lightly "Y/n your welcome here any time" he said stepping glider to y/n. This made a smile plaster itself on her face as she lifted her head to finally look at the man. "But I don't understand, the way I left was unacceptable. I didn't even say goodbye, why are you not upset with me?" She said frowning again. "I'm not upset with you because you are young and in love. Being both of those causes you to be stupid sometimes." He said. This made yn smile and rush to hug him, "I missed you pops" she said sighing into the hug. "I missed you too little red" she laughed at the nickname " gosh I haven't heard that one in years" backing away from the hug she sighed. "I assume you already know what I'm here for?" She asked. Deaton nodded and turned back to the surgical room "follow me" he told her. She followed him into the room and watched as he looked through his cabinets in search of something. "I found something of your family's. Your moms side anyways, a while after you left I left as well in hopes you'd have went home." He said again this made guilt wash over me. "I didn't find you, but I did find this" he said turning around with a giant book in his hands.

Y/n's eyes went wide and she sucked in a breath. "Mom, that was moms. Her grimoire" she said as he handed her the book making her eyes shift purple. "Her souls in here, she's gone" she said as her eyes reared up. Your Uncle Sam gave it to me, said you should have it nobody else has the power to wield what's in it." He said. Y/n rushed to hug him "thank you so much, but I have to go. I'll be back I promise" she said running out of the clinic with the book in her hands. She looked up at the sky and felt her moms soul begging to be set free "I know mom, I know" she whispered to herself hugging the book close to her chest. She sighed walking to Derek's car and getting in. "How'd it go?" He asked. Y/n gave him a deadpanned look knowing he already knew "der you know I know you listened in." She said with a small smile. He put his ands up in defense and shrugged slightly. "So do you want to do it tonight" he asked lowering his voice in sympathy. "Well, it think it's best to do it as soon as possible. She wants to be let out, I can feel it." Y/n said looking at the grimoire in her hands. Derek nodded and started the car backing out of the parking space and drove off making his way to the beacon hills reserve knowing that's the best place for the occasion.

      When Derek and y/n reached the woods and found a clear space he lead y/n to the middle and stepped back wanting to give her some space having never been in this situation, he didn't know what to expect. Y/n sat on her knees and carefully laid the grimoire on the ground in front of her. When she was ready she closed her eyes and conjured her magic making a purple boarder surround herself and Derek. "sono venuto per calmare la tua anima, è tempo di essere liberato. Possa tu essere inviato al cielo sopra per vegliare con i nostri antenati." Y/n muttered waving her glowing violet hands over the grimoire before lifting them quickly sending a violet ball of energy up into the sky with the stars. The border around the two started to glow brighter and the wind picked up making Derek stare the the girl in adoration and surprise. The ball of light blew up in the sky almost like a firework. After some time the border dimmed to be non existent and y/n came out of her magic state and muttered "stai tranquilla mamma" while staring up at the stars. Derek slowly walked up to her and sat behind her letting her rest against his chest. "You okay?" He asked lowly. "Yeah, I'm fine" she said "I haven't seen them in almost 10 years, I've always thought they were gone but now it's confirmed. Im happy I was the one to put her soul at rest." She said smiling up at the beautiful man. She laid her head back on his shoulder and he leaned down and kissed her forehead. They both sat in silence both mourning the family members they had put at rest recently. "We should get going, don't you think?" Y/n said breaking the silence looking up at him. He smiled and nodded helping her up and to his car making sure she dusted herself off before sitting in his car making her roll her eyes.

       When they pulled up to the house something felt off, the sun had already come up it was early morning. Y/n furrowed her brows "I'm gonna go see something." She muttered before walking off toward the side of the house stopping when the felling got stronger as she walked closer but that all stopped when she heard sirens. She ran back towards the front to see police cars and the ambulance pulling in one by one. She made her way to Derek as they both stared in confusion. Why were police here? Then as if fate answered her question she saw the blue keep she's seemed to always adore until this very moment. She now understood what the feeling was before she left for the clinic. It wasn't nerves it was Scott and stiles. She somehow connected herself with the spazmic boy as well as the beta. The police officers got out of the cars with their hind pointed toward Derek making my fight or flight kick in "Derek hale you are under arrest for murder" this made Derek's confused face turn into one of anger. Extreme anger "der just calm down, go with them I'll get you out I promise" y/n whispers as the cops stepped towards them pushing Y/n away and cuffing Derek putting him into the back of the police car as the ambulance wrapped the other half of Laura's body. Y/n looked around and spotted Scott making her blood boil as she made her way towards the boy. As if He sensed her coming he straightened himself up after seeing her furious state. " what the hell did you do?!" She seethed at the boy still walking towards him. He started backing up frantically trying to keep some distance between them "Are you crazy! You set him up for murder!" She said feeling her magic powering up and he felt it to. She tried calming herself slightly " get stiles and get the hell out of here before I do something I regret" she said holding herself back. She watched the boy scramble away from her to the car along with stiles who just got out of the conversation with his dad. Y/n just stood there not knowing what to do with the overwhelming feelings. She knew she was going to have to be questioned so before an officer could approach her she ran into the woods with no path just going in random directions. She ran for about 10 minutes before she decided it was a good enough distance. She was angry and sad. She just found out her moms gone still no idea about her dad but now she's got to deal with her boyfriend in jail for murder. She dropped down to her knees and started sobbing not knowing what to do.

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[kitkatwinchester]

Oh Scott honey...

Scott trying to be Derek is the FUNNIEST freaking thing.

Like, he nailed the whole "forebodingly stares and then vanishes" part. That part was really good. You've got something going for you, bud.

But then everything else....nope. Absolutely not. XD

Because the thing is, you can say the lines all you want, but honey, the intimidation...it's not your thing. It's really not. XD

Like, when you're being all wolfy--ESPECIALLY when you're angry and/or protecting those you care about--you are ALL kinds of tough, and ALL kinds of powerful and intimidating and bad*ss.

But...when you're being your normal, human self...you're too awkward baby. I'm sorry, but you are. And I ADORE that about you, but oh boy...in that moment, I was cringing right along with Stiles ("Scott, stop. Please, stop. Just...stop." XD).

That said, despite the lack of his own intimidation, the one thing that Scott has that Derek didn't have is a Stiles, so, by default, I'm sure they'll find their own (albeit chaotic) way to explain this whole thing to Liam and make sure he survives the full moon.

And then Scott can be Liam's Alpha (in his own way, because you're an amazing Alpha all on your own, baby, and you don't need to be Derek to be a good leader--you're perfect just the way you are <3), and he and Stiles can be Liam's parental figures, and it's all gonna be perfect.

But until then....

(I've used this gif before, but now I have context, and it worked perfectly for this post, so shhhh.... XD <3)

Update: As a very quick aside, I really appreciate the parallels and set-up this episode is giving us for what I vaguely know (spoilers plus context clues) will be the next little generation while still keeping all of the characters true to themselves: the Liam and Scott dynamic paralleling the Derek and Scott dynamic, but being very different in how it's handled due to their different personalities; the Mason and Liam dynamic being similar to the Scott and Stiles dynamic, but being hugely different in that (as far as I know) Mason doesn't find out about the werewolf thing for a WHILE; just based on that one interaction I saw, Garrett being a parallel for Jackson in a lot of ways. I feel like I can see all of that coming, and I can see what they're setting up, and they're doing a really good job with it, and I like it a lot. <3

Update Part 2: Re-watching that scene one more time to overanalyze the Sciles like I always do and I just... The way they're both there and, like, corner Liam. The way that Stiles gives Scott that little encouraging nod and then immediately drops his head in disappointment once Scott starts talking. The way Scott is trying so hard, but even he clearly doesn't believe himself. The way that, even when Stiles is scolding Scott and telling him to shut up, he still gives him that little supportive shoulder pat in this "A for effort, bud" when he crosses over to him. The way that Stiles looks like he's gonna blame Scott for the whole thing, but then fully acknowledges that he was an accomplice, because you know he always will be ("Just to clarify, Scott kidnapped you, okay? I...aided and abetted." XD). The way that Liam so confidently says that nothing's happening (because clearly he's fine if the GIANT BITE WOUND he had just healed magically, right? *raises an eyebrow at Liam*) and Scott and Stiles have matching "oh boy" expressions on their faces. The way that they both look at each other after with this "yeah we've got our work cut out for us with this one" after Liam walks away. XD Add to that Stiles calling Liam a "little runt" and I just... I JUST LOVE THEM OKAY?! LITERALLY THE BEST!! <3 <3 Anyways. XD <3

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[aurevell]

A Knife in a Black Suit

Steter | 4.6k | T AU-gust Prompt 19: Spies & Assassins

Summary: When Peter and Stiles get paired on an urgent hit, things go off the rails. But what’s the point of murder without some friendly competition?

cw: blood, death (obviously)

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It’s a long walk to the Supreme Light compound, and Peter spends most of it fuming.

Behind them, a thin tendril of grey smoke writhes from the trees to one side of the road, a testament to the flames eating what’s left of the car that would have driven them the rest of the way. Peter hauled it further into the woods in the hopes that no one would see, but that will only work if it stops smoking soon.

“I can’t believe you went to garotte that guy while we were still in the back seat of his car,” Stiles hisses.

Peter grits his teeth again and finds that they’ve sharpened into fangs.

This entire mission would have been easier alone. He always works alone. After all, there’s a reason most of the analysts at HQ call him a “lone wolf,” even if it’s just in whispered murmurs when they think he’s out of earshot.

Unfortunately, those same analysts have the annoying habit of doubling up agents on urgent hits with a small margin of error.

(If that had to happen, at least he’s stuck with Stiles. His current partner is more tolerable than most, and though there’s nothing particularly intimidating about those long limbs or doe eyes on first glance, the spark packs enough magical firepower to be considered a minor asset.

Most of the time.)

“Did you want him to call us in and blow our cover?” Peter retorts.

They’re loping along one side of the road, right on the border between the gravel and the mess of undergrowth further in, ready to duck and hide at a moment’s notice. It’s probably overkill. If anyone comes toward them, Peter will hear; if anyone is trying to tail them, Stiles’s magic will throw them off track.

His wolf isn’t in love with the idea of having someone casting magic right behind him for the next mile and a half, but this is his ninth or tenth mission with Stiles, and Peter’s deemed the spark about as likely to attempt to murder him as his own sister is. Which is to say, slim chances but not nonexistent.

(If nothing else, there’s the clear crush Stiles has on him, a crush Peter doesn’t exactly discourage. After all, emotional attachment should make him mildly more likely to look out for Peter’s best interests in a fight. And the spark does blush so beautifully with the right flirtations.)

Stiles grumbles behind him, part profanity and part spell. “You don’t know that the dude figured out what we’re doing here.”

“Trust me, he realized.” With years of this work under his belt, Peter knows what to look for: the widened eyes, the forced casual tone, the furtive glances. “Of course, he might not have if you hadn’t mentioned their little ‘Infinite Father’ right off the bat.”

It’s not exactly a rookie mistake, digging around for extra intel on their target. In the right context, it might have worked, but it can be a delicate thing to manage. Peter doesn’t have to glance back to know Stiles is scowling.

“Yeah, but there are ways to take someone out without making the car almost pancake. In case you missed it, some of us weren’t blessed with muscle-y superpowers.”

He’s uncharitably failing to mention the part where Peter threw out an arm to keep the idiot in place as the car spun out. Stiles is an asshole, but Peter doesn’t necessarily need him bleeding in the dirt.

“There’s this thing called communication, you know,” Stiles continues, “where you could have at least warned me, and we could have kept the car. You crush his windpipe while I climb in the front seat to take the wheel.” He pauses, letting out a long breath. “Are you even listening?”

“Sure. I’m envisioning crushing a windpipe as we speak.”

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Title: Holidate Me - Chapter #2

Pairings: Steo (Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 5,515

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Fake Dating

Written For: @anyfandomfluffbingo

Summary:

Thea giggles at the pout and then kicks off her shoes by the door. “So, do you live here too?” she asks.

“Me?” Stella says. “Oh, absolutely not. I mean I love the asshole but not enough to live here all the time.”

“And you say I’m rude?” Stiles snarks as he enters with plates, napkins and plastic cups.

When Stiles wakes up in the morning it’s not a gradual thing. No, because Stella doesn’t do gradual. 

“Rise and shiiiiiiiine!!!” Stella croons right by his ear.

If Stiles smacks her well it’s his usual flailing and not intentional at all. “Wal się.”

Stella cackles and shakes him. “Come oooooon! You’re going to make us late.”

“Late for whaaaaat?” Stiles groans, rolling over to glare at his twin. It’s probably less intimidating than he means for it to be especially with how she’s snickering.

“We’re meeting your girlfriend and my boyfriend.”

Her tone is dangerous and it’s then that Stiles remembers he left her to the equivalent of mama wolf last night. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Ohhhhhhh,” she says dryly. There’s mischief in her eyes though which spells out trouble with a capital T for him. “Now get up. We have dates to impress. You have ten minutes, or I’ll leave you behind.”

With that she stalks out of the room and Stiles is left with a pounding headache. He could totally text Theo and call it all off right now but just the thought of not seeing—“Wait for me!”

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Stiles is not nervous at all. Nope. No, he is completely chill and cool as a cucumber. Stella is visibly nervous, but heck knows why that is. Still, he’s a good brother and puts his arm around her shoulders. 

“Relax, Stella Bell. You’ll love Theo.”

She quirks a brow. “Like you love him?”

Stiles nearly chokes on his tongue. “WHAT?!” he hisses under his breath. “Wha–Wh–Why would you think that I love him!”

“Well, I know you love someone, but the reason I think it’s him is because of that reaction right there,” she says, poking at his pink cheeks. “Not to mention these flushed cheeks.”

“It’s cold.”

“Uh huh,” Stella teases. “Oh sure. It’s only seventy degrees but it’s so coooooold your cheeks are bright red. You’re a lying liar who lies.”

Stiles huffs annoyed as they reach the diner they had decided to meet at instead of the club. He had texted Theo last night around midnight about changing location. He told Theo it was because of needing a less intimate atmosphere but Stiles is man enough to admit even if only to himself that he would have zero, zip, zilch, nada focus if he had to see Theo in tight sexy club clothes. It would be especially excruciating if Stiles couldn’t put his hands on said sexy body. Which obviously he can’t. So, yeah. hence the diner  date. 

They will still go to the Omega Sapphire Club but the conversation they’re planning to have would be best held here for a multitude of reasons. So, here they are. 

Stiles paused at the window. “They’re here.”

Stella follows his gaze and sucks in a breath. “Jasna cholera!” Her eyes are wide as she surveys their dates. 

“They’re two damn good looking people, aren’t they?” Stiles asks although he already knows the answer and well his eyes are on Theo. He should feel guilty that he has no attraction to Thea. He does think she’s gorgeous but in this case she’s just not who he wants even if he was straight or bi. Perhaps the attraction will happen on its own. She truly is gorgeous and maybe they can make it work. He can’t have Theo. So...“Come on. Let’s stop ogling them before they notice us doing just that.”

“But—” Stella starts.

Stiles shakes his head and squeezes her hand as he opens the door of the diner.

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“Hey guys!” Theo calls out. 

Stella’s eyes flick from Thea to Theo and back again. She doesn’t miss the way Theo looks right at her brother before her. However, that could just be because they know each other already. “Hey!” she calls back. 

The four of them are quick to get situated in the booth. Somehow the girls end up on the inside and the guys on the outside. Stiles is next to Thea and Stella is next to Theo.

No one says anything at first, each of them avoiding looking at everyone else.

“So, dates,” Stiles blurts out. 

Theo snickers and a fond smile forms on his face before he squashes it down. 

“What about dates?” Thea asks, her eyes on Stiles.

Stiles gulps at having her attention on him. She’s basically a female version of Theo. Stiles gets a look from his sister in response to his expression which he quickly schools. He is sort of glad Stella already knows he’s gay. Otherwise, this might be a bit more uncomfortable especially if she thought he was bi. That wouldn’t be as bad as her thinking he was straight though.

It’s definitely uncomfortable if you consider that he likes Theo–maybe loves Theo–and figures that with it being unrequited he can date Thea and not have to worry about falling for her. So yeah, uncomfortable but it could be worse. “So, uh our matka wants to see us settled down with kids or whatever and neither Stella nor I have anyone yet. I ran into Theo at the club while my sister and I were there and it got me thinking that well, we can date each other’s siblings and then stage some breakup after the holidays or something.”

Theo scoffs. “Yeah, that’ll be totally believable.” He crosses his arms and unknowingly slides his leg against Stiles’s. 

Said man squeaks hiding it by clearing his throat. 

Theo quirks a brow. “So that’s it? Just say we’re dating and then hold it over until after the New Year at which point, we stage an epic break up?”

“Well, you don’t have to sound so enthusiastic,” Stiles snaps and then looks down. 

Stella’s arm stretches across the table to snag her brother’s hand. “Hey,” she whispers, trying to catch his gaze, which of course the stubborn idiot doesn’t grant her. “Mieczysław?”

Stiles pouts at her, finally looking up. “Don’t call me that, Miroslawa.”

The Raeken twins exchange a look and then Thea kicks her brother with zero subtlety. When he winces and glares at her, she uses her head to gesture at Stiles while mouthing, ‘Fix this.’

With a soft sigh and a slight bit of guilt, Theo grabs his straw pulling the wrapper all the way to one end so it’s a tight coil. Then he sets it on a napkin, dips the straw in his soda and plugs one end with his finger. With a smirk at Stiles who is now watching him, he lets a couple drops hit the straw wrapper making it uncurl like a worm.

The girls stare and when their brothers start laughing, they are both relieved and further bemused. 

“I didn’t think you remembered that,” Stiles says softly and neither girl misses the affection in his eyes.

Theo shrugs a shoulder and his mouth twitches into a half smile. “I remember everything you’ve shown me.”

Stiles ducks his head and clears his throat. “Same.”

Stella is dying to read her twin’s mind right now. She has half a mind to suggest they just pair up and let Stella pair up with Thea. Then again, that probably wouldn’t work. Stiles is as stubborn as she is. Stella can tell he is trying to make something work here to keep their mom happy. So maybe he thinks this arrangement is the best solution. Was that why he got upset earlier about her saying he’s in love with Theo? Shit.

“Well, I think it’s a great idea. We’ll just set up some dates this week and that gives us time to settle into our relationships until we’re comfortable,” Thea says, and her smile is directed at Stiles.

Said man smiles shyly back and offers his hand, which she takes without hesitation. Then amber eyes meet blue eyes across the table. “So? What do you say Theo?”

With three sets of imploring eyes on him, Theo can only nod his ascent. He’s conflicted not just because of his own feelings but because he knows Stiles is gay. It’s what makes this even more frustrating and confusing for him. However, even if he would rather the pairings be different or not do it at all, he’ll work with what he has. After all, he’s missed Stiles and if it takes  dating Stella to be near Stiles then so be it.

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After lunch, they exchange phone numbers and set up a group chat. Theo pulls his bag out and hands Stiles a box. “Here,” he says.

Stiles takes it with a soft ‘oomph’ and blinks rapidly. “What’s this?”

Theo shrugs nonchalantly. “You wanted the books. Those are the books.”

“Books?!” Stiles exclaims. His eyes are wide and so full of hope that Theo nearly loses the carefully calm demeanor he has managed to uphold so far. The desire to kiss Stiles is overwhelming. “Your books?!” Stiles asks with a grin.

“Yes. Mine. I signed them and they’re all brand spanking new.”

Stiles throws himself at Theo hugging the air out of his lungs and sighs happily. He absolutely does not–totally does–inhale deeply at the appearance of Theo’s cologne. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Theo swallows and nods. “Welcome.” He pulls back thinking to himself, ‘Anything for you.’

There’s a round of farewells as Stiles clings to his gift as if afraid someone will steal them away. He shoots a soft fond smile at Theo as he walks the other direction with Stella.

Until tomorrow, the two sets of twins part ways. Stella links her arm with her brother’s, careful not to disturb the books and lays her head on his shoulder. She can feel how tense he is even with the joy of getting Theo’s books. “Miecz?” she whispers.

“Mm?”

“I know you’re gay which is why I thought…” she trails off. “You were upset earlier when I talked about you loving him. Why?”

Stiles startles and stills at the question, glancing at her sideways. “I uh—” He gets cut off by the blaring of Stella’s ringtone. 

“Shit!” she curses and answers. “Stella Stilinski speaking.”

Sighing, Stiles gets the car started, buckling his books in the middle seat and waits for his sister to finish her call. He expects he’ll have to drop her off, not that he minds in the least. For now, his mind wanders to Theo and Thea and the lead weight in his stomach. Sure, this was his idea but that doesn’t mean he’s as thrilled about it as he attempts to appear.

The car door opens and closes as Stella gets in. “So, I hate to ask but…” she trails off. 

Stiles chuckles and shakes his head. “No worries. Where to?” he asks as he pulls away from the curb. 

“Work please, młodszy brat.”

“As you wish, Stella Bell,” he replies as they head downtown. Stiles is actually relieved in a way that he didn’t have to tell her his preference. He knows he will eventually, most likely sooner rather than later but for now, he doesn’t want to worry about it. There are other things to focus on, like the four dates they have planned this week. Each of them is planning one date and he has to figure out how in the hell he’s going to keep whatever feelings he has for Theo a secret.

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Theo scuffs his shoe against the sidewalk as he walks home. Thea is right next to him, and he can feel her gaze boring into him. That doesn’t mean he’s going to answer whatever questions she has. 

“Theo?” she says. “What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

She huffs. “You were so excited to go see them and now you’re sulking.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Theo says with a frown.

“Is it Stiles? Did something happen? Is it Stella? You’re bisexual Theo so it can’t be that. What’s—”

Theo stops in his tracks and turns to face her. “You have to swear you won’t say a word to anyone.”

Thea swallows and nods. Her twin is rarely so serious. “I swear.” She crosses her heart for good measure.

“I love Stiles.” Without waiting for her to reply he continues walking. 

Thea’s mind is spinning with even more questions. However, the only thing that comes out of her mouth is: “WHAT?!”

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The first date is the following afternoon and Stella chooses to go laser tagging. The other three are absolutely down for it. Stiles decides to wear something nice even if it’s just a simple date and not some fancy thing like the club or dinner. He’s got on a black long sleeved shirt that’s tight in all the right places as well as dark blue jeans that do the same, especially to his assets. His glasses are replaced with contacts for today and he misses the pout on Theo’s face when the glasses are not part of his look.

Stella has on skinny jeans, a hoodie and Nike tennis shoes, with her hair in a high ponytail. Thea is in jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt with a plaid long sleeved shirt over it, tennis shoes and her hair is in a side fishtail braid over her shoulder. Last but not least, Theo is in ripped black skinny jeans, dark blue converse, and a dark blue long sleeved Henley that Thea shoved him into saying it makes his eyes pop. He of course misses the way Stiles gives him an elevator gaze from head to toe and back up again.

When it comes time to team up it’s Stella and Theo against Thea and Stiles. While the guys miss the looks from each other when they think the other isn’t looking, neither girl misses those looks at all. In fact, they give each other a look that says their brothers are the least subtle idiots in love they’ve ever seen, not to mention oblivious as fuck. With a wink, Thea heads into the course leaving a flustered Stella to follow after with red cheeks.

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It is safe to say that Stiles doesn’t like the dark but at least in here he doesn’t have to see how good Theo looks. Although it was probably a bad idea to try and get away from the group as he’s a bit turned around now. “Ah!” he cries out and slams into the wall with a groan. “Ow.”

A shadow comes closer and stops in front of him. For a moment Stiles thinks it’s Theo but it’s Thea. “Wow. Uncoordinated much?” she says teasingly and helps him up. 

“Yeah, that’s me. Newborn fawn here.”

Thea giggles. “Well come on then, Bambi. We have a match to win.” She takes his hand and drags him back into the fray. 

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles without heat as they sneak towards the unsuspecting players. 

“Why not?” she says just as softly. “I think it’s cute.”

Stiles blushes and is glad she can’t see it. “You’re cute,” he mumbles petulantly. He’s unwilling to voice that he only lets Theo call him Bambi.

Thea’s snickers are barely audible, but she elbows him. “I know. Aren’t you sweet,” she coos and then fires off two shots snagging both Stella and Theo before dragging Stiles towards the finish line.

Amber eyes widen in surprise as they exit, and he realizes they won. “Holy shiitake mushrooms.”

“You’re welcome,” Thea says with a smile.

“Uhhh…” he says dumbly. “Yeah. Uh thanks. You hardly needed my help at all.” He looks at the laser gun with a pout.

Although Thea is gay herself, she can acknowledge how kissable his lips are. As she hears her brother and Stella getting closer, she leans in and kisses Stiles’s cheek just as they come into view.

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Theo can’t believe Stiles won. He’s not surprised his sister caught him and Stella but how the heck did Stiles—Thea is kissing him? Theo stills mid stride, his eyes widening. 

Stella stops next to him and looks at him in confusion. “Theo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says as Thea smirks at him from her place next to Stiles. He keeps walking, pointedly ignoring when she laces her fingers with Stiles’s fingers. 

“Congratulations guys!” Stella says, shaking off the weird mood Theo seems to be in and high fives both Thea and Stiles. “So, who’s hungry?”

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Two days later they go out for date number two out of four. This time it’s Theo’s turn and he asked for an extra day to make sure he could secure what he was wanting to do. Sure enough, he could and the four of them ended up on a boat to Ellis Island. Despite sitting next to Stella like he was supposed to as her boyfriend, Theo couldn’t take his eyes off of Stiles’s bright smile. Of course, if asked, Theo will deny choosing this date because Stiles would love it. That’s not true. Nope. That’s not true at all.

The four adults walk side by side in pairs as they explore the island. Stiles is going on about the history of the place and Theo is enraptured by him. Stella is watching him with a calculating expression so very like Stiles it’s a tad eerie. 

When Theo realizes she’s staring at him staring at Stiles he ducks his head and clears his throat softly. “So, are you a history buff too?”

Stella quirks a brow. “No. That’s Miecz’s love. Well, one of them anyway. I prefer literature.” She watches as Theo’s gaze wanders to Stiles again and smiles. “You know what we should do?”

“Hm?” Theo says with a brow quirked in question.

“Hold hands.”

Theo freezes and his cheeks flush. “Sure.”

Stella laces their fingers together and pitches her voice low so only Theo can hear her. “You’re really obvious but it’s okay. My brother is an oblivious man when it comes to love, but I have a feeling if we work together, we can figure out a way to get you what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?” he whispers.

“I know what you want and he’s looking our way.”

Theo unconsciously squeezes her hand in surprise when he discovers that Stiles is in fact looking at them. However, the look isn’t one Theo’s seen before. It’s like a mixture between happy and disappointed and jealous. Happy, Theo gets because it would seem that he and Stella are getting along well but disappointed and jealous? Neither of those makes sense to him.

Before Thea is able to realize Stiles is distracted or either Stella or Theo gets a word out, Stiles is back to his explanation of the local history. It leaves Theo with something to think about and a plan to text Stella later about what she has in mind for getting them both what they want. He also should probably ask what it is that she wants.

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Their third date ends up being less active. It’s Thea’s request that they all get together and have a movie night with pizza, popcorn, candy and snuggles. 

[Stiles’s Styles] We can use my place.

[Thea-Bee] Really? That would be legit!

[Stella Bell] Such a generous offer, big bro.

[Theo-Bear] Send the address. I call doing candy.

[Stella Bell] I’ve got the soda and popcorn.

[Thea-Bee] I’ll take care of the movies!

[Stiles’s Styles] I’ve got the pizza.

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Stiles smoothes his hands down his chest to get rid of any wrinkles, though it’s pretty obvious there aren’t any. Plus, it’s just a long-sleeved red shirt, not some fancy button up and they’re not going anywhere. So, it shouldn’t matter how he looks. 

Long fingers adjust black rimmed glasses and then Stiles heads to the kitchen on bare feet with his sweats hanging low on his hips. A glance at the clock tells him everyone will be here in a half hour. At least, Theo and Thea will be, but Stella is already here. Her purposefully off key singing has been the soundtrack to his entire afternoon. 

“Hurry up!” he calls out and pushes his sleeves up. “They’ll be here soon.” He listens as the water shuts off and then winces when he gets smack in the back of the head a couple of minutes later. “Hey!” he snaps.

A murderous looking Stella glares at him. “Don’t rush me. I have to look perfect.”

Stiles scowls. “Why? It’s just a movie night. I’m sure Theo is already very impressed with you by now.”

Stella’s lips thin and she nearly screams in frustration. Instead, she settles for throwing her hands up and stalking towards the guest room. 

The tension is ridiculous and throws Stiles off kilter. He doesn’t get to dwell on it long. They have only twenty minutes left until the Raeken twins arrive.

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Theo has never seen Stiles’s place. So, when Thea just stands there staring in shock, he doesn't blame her one bit. 

“He freaking lives here?” she exclaims. “This place is amazing and like just how rich is he?”

Theo shrugs. “I don’t know.”

His sister spins to face him. “You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“How can you not know? You told me he’s like your best friend.”

“Was,” Theo says. “He was my best friend and my roommate. Then he got an offer and he left. So, I’m not exactly the most up to date person when it comes to his life.” 

Thea’s expression turns guilty, and her eyes seem to fill with understanding. “Oh,” she says softly. “Well then good thing we’re doing this, huh? You can get your best friend back. Right?”

Theo doesn't want to talk about it anymore and simply heads inside. It’s a lavish building indeed and he can’t help but frown at the ostentatious decor. Theo remembers an apartment with one bedroom that had two twin beds that they’d push together to make one. He remembers sharing that bed with him and when it was winter, they’d snuggle together to keep warm under the covers.

Theo remembers a lumpy couch that only the two of them knew just how to sit on just right, so they were both completely comfy. Theo thinks about the small kitchen with barely room for one person and the way they still seemed to easily maneuver around each other to cook. He thinks about the way one of them would brush their teeth while the other showered to save time. 

There are so many memories swirling around his mind right now of the best time of his life. Despite the small space they had to work with, they capitalized on every single square inch and made it work. They had made it work for years. It was so fucking domestic and if he’s honest with himself, Theo misses it.

The elevator doors open on the penthouse floor and Thea has to shove him out when Theo is too shocked to move. “So not only is he living in a ridiculously expensive building, but he also rents the top floor?”

“I—” Theo starts but stops when his twin knocks on the oak door. “You could always ask him. I don’t know him like I used to.”

Not more than a minute later, Stiles opens the door and gestures for them to come inside. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

The Raeken twins snort at the statement and Theo speaks. “Humble is one way of putting it.” He wears a teasing smile to soften the statement, but Stiles isn’t looking at him. 

“Ha,” Stiles says as he closes and locks the door. “Hilarious. Remind me why you aren’t touring for your comedy show?”

“It’s in the works.”

Thea scoffs. “As if you’d sell any tickets. No offense brother of mine but I don’t think anyone is up for a whole set of snarky, sarcastic and sassy jokes told by an asshole.”

Stiles snorts. “You might not be but plenty of us–of people I mean would enjoy that immensely.” With a quirked brow Stiles passes them and heads into the kitchen. 

Blue eyes follow the sway of Stiles’s hips as he goes, and Theo is being so obvious it hurts but he can’t help it. Stiles looks so fucking good right now. He always looks good but—“Damn,” Theo breathes.

“Right?!” Stella says as she walks over to him and Thea. “Welcome to the Stilinski Penthouse. We make dreams come true!” she sings out.

“Dziwak,” Stiles calls from the kitchen.

Stella pouts. “Taki niegrzeczny!”

Thea giggles at the pout and then kicks off her shoes by the door. “So, do you live here too?” she asks.

“Me?” Stella says. “Oh, absolutely not. I mean I love the asshole but not enough to live here all the time.”

“And you say I’m rude?” Stiles snarks as he enters with plates, napkins and plastic cups. When he sees the two guests are still standing in the walkway he huffs. “Come on. Mi casa is su casa. Kick off the shoes and take a seat.”

Theo kicks off his shoes and smirks. “Where are we taking the seat?”

Stiles snorts. “On a date. You had better treat her right, too.” Any response Theo could’ve given is cut off when a phone on the table vibrates. “Oh! That's probably Carly. I’ll be right back.” He darts out the door.

“Well, this is very interesting, totally not awkward or anything,” Thea says, making Theo chuckle.

“You’ll get used to it. Stiles keeps things interesting. You’ll certainly never be bored.”

Stella gives him a knowing look that Thea doesn’t see.

Theo blushes as he plops onto the couch. “So, now what?” Theo asks.

“Well,” Stella says. “We don’t have much left to do besides get the movie started.”

Thea nods. “I brought Nerve and Noises Off.”

“Oh sick!” Stella says. “So good.”

“Right?!” Thea exclaims excitedly.

Theo clears his throat before the girls get too engrossed in the movies. “So, who’s Carly?”

He gets a smirk from Stella and a confused look from his sister but Stella answers anyway. “She’s a friend of my brother’s.”

“Does Stiles own this place?” Thea asks while Theo mulls over the way Stella emphasized and said the word friend.

Stella shrugs one shoulder. “I’m not sure. Stiles is private about his finances and things, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. You’ll have to ask him.”

The door opens and Stiles flies in with three pizza boxes and a sheepish expression as the door shuts loudly behind him. “Sorry!”

Theo hops up to help him and absolutely does not—totally does—shudder at the warmth when their hands brush. “What did you do, run back up here?” he teases, loving the pink blush that spreads across pale mole spotted cheeks.

“No,” Stiles says and steps around Theo with two of the boxes. He misses the choked off groan from Theo when he bends down to set the boxes on the coffee table. “So, what did I miss?”

Thea smiles. “Nothing much. We wondered who Carly is and then I asked if you own this place.”

Stiles chuckles. “Carly is a friend. She’s a junior in high school and does part time at my favorite pizza place for extra cash. She’s the best they have, and I always tip her really well. So, whenever she brings the pizza, I make sure to have face to face time with her. It’s to make her feel less like an errand girl and more like a person.”

Stella smirks. “Not to mention what you’re doing for her schooling.”

“Oh hush,” he snaps without heat as he gets ice for their glasses. “That’s nothing.”

“What’s nothing?” Thea asks curiously. 

“Not a word, Miroslawa.” Stiles calls out from the kitchen just as Stella opens her mouth to answer.

Stella sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

Theo tilts his head. “Well, what about this place? Do you own it?”

Stiles sets the ice down and rolls his shoulders, adjusting his glasses. “Define place.”

“This apartment?”

“Oh,” Stiles says. “Yeah. I own the penthouse.”

Something about the way he says it, makes Theo press a bit more. “Do you own more than just the penthouse?” 

Stiles curses Theo under his breath at how well the man is still able to read him. “Yes.”

Thea perks up, intrigued. “What else?”

“Oh, just you know the building,” Stiles replies, offhandedly, averting his gaze.

“THE BUILDING?!” the other three shriek. 

With flaming cheeks Stiles nods and flips open the pizza boxes. “Who’s hungry?” he asks, hoping to heck that they don’t ask anything else.

They seem to take the hint and eagerly dig into the steamy cheesy goodness as Thea gets the movie cued up.

It’s supposed to be date night, but it doesn't feel like a date at all. Somehow over the course of the first movie, Stiles has ended up with his head on Theo’s shoulder and Stella has ended up with her legs in Thea’s lap. Stiles wants to punch something as this is not at all working out how he planned, and he worries what’ll happen if they can’t pull it off.

By the time the second movie ends all four of them are passed out, unaware that they are snuggling but not with their date. Instead, they are snuggling with the one who during the day, they won’t admit they love.

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Friday comes and Stiles is the last to plan a date. He is still trying to get over the embarrassment he felt when he woke up with his head on Theo’s chest and their legs intertwined after Thea’s date night choice. It had been perfect until he realized he couldn’t have it. Stiles knows Theo is bisexual, but he doesn’t see anything to give him hope that there’s a mutual desire between them.

When he sends his idea to the chat, he gets a unanimous agreement. So here they are at the New York Aquarium in Brooklyn, New York. If Stiles chose it because he knows how much Theo loves the ocean, then that is between him and himself. Obviously, it was a total coincidence and not at all planned or thought out ahead of time. No sir.

Throughout their time at the aquarium, Theo can’t help but admire Stiles’s face in the darkness, lit up by only the glow of the jellyfish. Stiles can’t help but feel out of breath when he sees the way Theo’s eyes shimmer with excitement at the shark exhibit. Not to mention the childlike glee on his face when they see the otters.

Stella and Thea are hanging back a bit and if anyone were paying attention to the group of four, they would come to one conclusion. The two girls are together, and the two guys are together. People aren’t stupid nor are they blind. So, the sisters put their heads together and talk about the way their brothers look at each other when the other isn’t looking. They have to get them to see what Thea and Stella clearly see. How they will do that however, they have no idea.

The gift shop offers a variety of stuffed animals and souvenirs. Stiles gets a jellyfish and buys Theo an otter. Thea gets a dolphin and buys Stella a shark. None of them voices the oddness of their purchases given the planned outcome versus what the outcome should be. 

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Saturday morning, Theo and Thea get a text from Stiles.

[Stiles’s Styles] The Stilinski family wishes to invite you to celebrate Christmas Eve with our family. We hope you will be there and look forward to celebrating with you! 

Theo grins and replies back.

[Theo-Bear] We’ll be there.

[Thea-Bee] Definitely. Just tell us the address, time and what to bring!

With the invitation for the Raekens to join the Stilinski Family for Christmas Eve it is decided that the Raekens would extend an invitation for the Stilinskis to join them on Christmas Day Evening.

[Thumper] Will you come?

[Bambi] Wouldn’t miss it.

[Thumper] Good. See you then.

[Bambi] Yeah. See you. :) 

Theo sighs happily and flops back on his bed. The thought of spending two full evenings with the man he loves is more than he can bear. If only Stiles knew how Theo felt, they could stop pretending to date each other’s sisters and instead date each other. He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah right.”

“What’s right?” Thea says, peeking into his room.

“Just daydreaming of what ifs. That’s all.”

She wants to ask, he can tell, but she just nods and gestures over her shoulder. “Help me pick a dress for the party.”

Theo quirks a brow. “I didn’t hear a please.”

“Would you please help me? Asshole.”

“Ouch. You wound me sister dearest but fear not, I will indeed offer you my aid in this endeavor.” He hops up off the bed and strides out of the room. “I know just the dress.”

If Theo latches onto this opportunity with a bit of overenthusiasm, that’s only because this way he won’t focus on what ifs, wishes, hopes and dreams, especially ones with no hope of coming true.

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[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 012

with. stiles stilinski and theo raeken

includes. consensual voyeurism, fem!reader, voyeur!theo, dom!stiles, sub!theo, switch!reader, classic theo and stiles bickering

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There’s a shuffle from the corner. It’s brief at first, just the sound of denim against the fabric of a chair. But then it multiples, repeating itself once, twice, and then on the third Stiles huffs. 

He lifts his head, lips glistening even before he licks them. His absence makes you feel cold at your center, the breeze from the vent above gusting down to your bare core. You shut your legs, a whine strangled in your throat as you roll your head to look at your guest. 

Theo stares at you and Stiles with a pointed gaze, forcibly hardened with a pronounced jaw to accompany it. He’s attempting to look upset, maybe even a little intimidating, but the tent in his jeans gives him away. 

“Will you stop moving? It’s distracting.” Stiles speaks to Theo (his self proclaimed nemesis) with the same tone of disgust as he usually does. And in response, Theo rolls his eyes, like he usually does. 

You can’t help but smile, finding it slightly amusing that the two still dislike each other even when they have a mutually shared interest bare in front of them. 

Theo adjusts his position again, and you quickly realize that he’s attempting to not adjust his cock instead. His hands flex at the armrests of the small chair, nails digging into them, and you have a feeling that if he attempts to resist any longer his claws will come out. 

“You try sitting still like this.” Theo’s remark is grumbled and spoken through gritted teeth. 

Stiles hums, the sound already condescending enough, and you can tell his remark is about to be snarky with the way his head tilts. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t have to, do I?” 

As cute and amusing their squabbling is, you don’t have much patience for it. Stiles is quickly made aware of this when you sit up enough to thread your hand through his dark locks, and tug him towards your core. 

He’s quick to deliver an apology in the form of giving you what you want. 

With Stiles back between your legs, you’re left to writhe around in pleasure. Back arching, lips parted, hips grinding into his mouth. Your eyelids flutter shut, just before you remember the additional set of eyes on you. 

Your head turns to the side, cheek pressed into the soft sheets of your bed, and you send Theo a small smile. To you, it feels innocent, a simple acknowledgment of his existence. 

To him, it’s sinful. Your hair tousled, eyes low, lips bitten and slick and enticing. Your smile, in his eyes, has a teasing intention beneath your innocence, a slight element of goading while you attempt to remain sweet. 

From anyone else, he would’ve hated it. He would’ve lashed out and slit their throat. 

From you, he has to force a moan down.

His eyes widen, he licks his lips, and despite his efforts to remain discreet, you’ve caught on. 

He needs to be acknowledged, and you can do that. 

“Do you—“ It takes you a second, a moan breaking up your sentence and causing you to restart. “Do you think I look pretty like this?” 

You feel Stiles’ eyes on you just after you feel his hum against you. The vibration makes you gasp, the sound small and cute when it’s added with the jerk of your hips. You glance at him, attempting to communicate that you’re not talking to your boyfriend, and you’re instead talking to your guest, with just a look. 

He understands, squinting his eyes once in reply. 

Theo is quick to nod. He’s eager with it, enthused, even. 

“Yes.” 

You smile at him once more, the gesture growing in size whenever you feel Stiles do the same around you. 

One of Stiles’ fingers circles your entrance, teasing, and he slowly breaches the initial tightened ring just as you speak to Theo once more. 

“Can I tell you something?” 

Stiles’ digit is at the hilt now, and he pumps only twice before he starts to add another. Your hiss in discomfort delays your addition to your previous question, which has been promoted by Theo’s nod. 

“I’ve always had a thing for you.” 

Theo’s chest rises as if he’s shocked at your admission, and you assume he is. The faithful lover of the person he butts heads with the most, willingly admitting to having a ‘thing’ for him, all while being pleasured by their boyfriend. 

It’s a situation that’s dizzying, a little disorienting, and you consider that Theo feels the same when he dumbly blinks at you. 

“You did?” 

“I do.” 

Stiles’ twists his fingers in a particularly brutal way, clearly intended to pull a reaction from you. He does, a startled gasp from your lips, your face contorted in a display of painful pleasure. 

You recover as quickly as you can, attempting to ignore Stiles’ jealousy as you continue to focus on Theo. 

Theo’s eyes flutter shut and his hips buck up pathetically. You coo, scratching your nails at Stiles’ scalp while you dig the heels of your feet into his bare back, eyes still on Theo all the while. 

You’re urging him closer without forcing him to do so, giving him the option to pull back if needed. It seems he doesn’t need to as he instead forces himself further into you. 

Theo’s eyes open at your almost patronizing sound, a beautiful mix of colors staring at you with a plea in them. 

You pout sympathetically, lips parting as you decide to give him permission to do what he so desperately wants. 

“Will you touch yourself for me, Theo?” 

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[meant-to-be-a-hero]

Season Three, Episode Seventeen: Silverfinger

Finally managed to catch up on all the other TV I had to watch, so now I'm back again!

Flashback time! Baby Argent! Who is, of course, cute. This is Teen Wolf after all.

I wanna say that's the same set they use at the end of the season in the snow.

"Can I see?" is such an intimate thing to me, like being naked without the sexual stuff.

That's not intimidating at all, is it Twins?

"I'm a True Alpha. You have no idea what I can do." - Scott McCall, True Alpha Of My Heart.

Is it self-sabotage if you're possessed by an evil fox spirit?

Rafe continues to be a useless piece of shit.

Shouldn't Scott and Kira's picture on his computer have the flashing eyes/fox cloak going on?

"Thanks, Mom..." - I cry ;_;

I'm sure the Twins' bikes are broken more often than they're useable.

It's astounding how often a good snog solves problems on this show.

"How do you feel now?" - Horny, I expect.

Ooh, the mountain ash in Scott's house. I wonder how long before that gets forgotten or destroyed.

Not Stiles' mom's file :(

This werewolf's voice is very deep.

I'm sure Kira doesn't need to be psychic to know Scott's into her.

"You're a gene donor." - Fucking brutal, Scott, nice one.

Oh hi Derek, nice of you to show up foe the episode.

Stop wrecking the McCall House Y2K4eva plz.

I'm beginning to be able to tell the difference between the Twins, mostly by voice, of all things.

Sometimes doing nothing is the hardest thing of all, especially when faced with shadow demons holding big ass swords.

Ah yes, the reveal that broke the internet. Hello Void Stiles. The subtle changes to his face, the way he moves, just the way he holds himself as Void, DOB really does slay this season.

#Teen Wolf #Lem's Teen Wolf Rewatch #Beware The Liveblogging Lem

[nellyharrison]

begin to knowing, CH. 12

aka my rewrite of season 1 of Teen Wolf based on the question: what if Erica was best friends with Scott and Stiles from the beginning?

Scott is on the run after the Argents reveal what he is to Allison. When Peter attacks Lydia, Erica helps Jackson and Stiles save her. The final battle at the Hale house leads to a decision that will change everything.

CHAPTER TWELVE - CODE BREAKER (click to read on AO3)

By the time Erica made it outside, Scott was leaping over the bus and running into the night.  She was about to go back and find Jackson when she saw the door to the bus open and watched Allison step out.  Allison knew that Scott was the other beta.  Allison knew that Scott was a werewolf.  Backing into the school, Erica nearly tripped as she rushed back inside, only to run into Jackson.  He told her about the call with Stiles, begging her to help him.  If it wasn’t for the blatant and sincere panic in his voice and on his face, she might have refused him.  Instead, they ran together to the lacrosse field, finding a far too still, far too bloody Lydia.  Jackson quickly picked her up, and they raced towards the school to get help.

In the whirlwind that followed, Erica had a hard time keeping her head on straight.  When she wasn’t trying to pay attention to Jackson as he drove them to the hospital, she was worrying about Scott, who was somewhere out in the woods with the hunters out to get him, and Stiles, who was at the mercy of Peter Hale.  She was still reeling as they pulled up at the hospital and made their way up to Lydia’s floor, only focusing when the Sheriff started yelling at Jackson.

“Sheriff, he’s telling the truth,” Erica intervened after Jackson was pressed up against the glass.  They both looked over at her, her hands reaching up to pull the older man’s arms back.  “Trust me, you’re going to want to let him go,” she added, leading him away from Jackson so they could talk somewhat privately.  “Jackson didn’t take Lydia to the formal, Stiles did, but she left him to look for Jackson and ended up outside.  Stiles was with Scott when Jackson and I found Lydia together.”  Erica was surprised in herself for how easily she was able to lie.  “It wasn’t Jackson’s fault, and we don’t know what happened to Lydia.”

“Where is my son now?” Sheriff Stilinski demanded, gripping her arm but not too firmly.  “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.  She didn’t want to lie about that, not to Stiles’s own father.

He nodded, taking a deep breath before looking her over more carefully.  “Are you okay?  Jackson didn’t do anything to you, did he?  Because I wouldn’t mind intimidating him some more on your behalf.”

“Jackson wasn’t my date either,” she shook her head.  With a soft laugh, she added, “I don’t even know if I’d call him a friend yet, but I can handle him.  Thanks for the offer though.  Mind if I go over and calm him down before he has a panic attack?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, go right ahead,” he nodded, patting her arm as he let her go.

Erica walked back over to Jackson, who was looking through the glass at Lydia’s prone form in the hospital bed.  Her hand slipped into his without a second thought, and he clung to it desperately.  “She’s going to be okay,” she assured him, more hopeful than confident.  “She’ll be a wolf, but she’ll be okay.”

“Of course she would end up one before me,” Jackson managed with a dry chuckle.  His next breath was shaky as he glanced down at her, his jaw clenching before he requested, “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” she promised, giving his hand a quick squeeze.  She returned her attention to Lydia, Jackson doing the same, and they stood vigil as they waited for her to wake up.  At some point, he needed to use the bathroom, so she decided to get them some coffee.  It took her a little while to find the machine, which had to be ancient for how long it took to make two cups of coffee.  As she returned, she noticed Allison walking back towards the elevator.  “Allison, wait!” she called out to her, but the doors closed and she was gone again.  Jackson soon returned, and she silently handed him his coffee before sipping at hers in unison with him.

The next person to show up to check on Lydia was Stiles, who came rushing towards them only to be intercepted by his dad.  Stiles’s eyes quickly locked with Erica’s before he focused on his dad’s rant and threats.  Erica, however, made her way over to them, grasping Stiles’s extended hand when he asked if Lydia was going to be okay.  She remained quiet as his dad explained Lydia’s status, having already heard it all from him as he had learned it.  What was happening to Lydia didn’t make much sense to her, but she didn’t think it was a good sign after being bitten by a werewolf.

“Did you see anything?” the Sheriff asked Stiles.  “I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?”

Stiles took a deep breath, hating having to lie to his dad but knowing he didn’t have much of a choice.  “No.  No, I have no idea.”

“I told you, he had been with Scott when it happened,” Erica reminded, giving Stiles a look.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t know either,” Stiles quickly added, accepting her story without hesitation.  “Wait, is he not here?”

“I’ve been calling him on his cell phone,” his dad said.  “I’ve gotten no response.”

“He lost his phone,” Erica explained.  “You know, I bet Coach Finstock caught him.  He wasn’t supposed to be at the dance.  He probably got sent home, and since he doesn’t have his phone, he doesn’t know what happened.”

Before the Sheriff could question her story, he was getting pulled away by one of his deputies.  As per usual, Stiles eavesdropped and then immediately started harassing his dad about the case he was working.  While the two Stilinski men argued back and forth, Erica followed, observing as she always did.  Only when the Sheriff had to answer a call did she voice her thoughts on the investigation.

“A woman in her late 20s?” she repeated.  “A distinct pendant…  How much do you want to bet Allison got that necklace as a gift?”

“Oh,” Stiles said, realization dawning on him.  “I need to go, but Lydia-”

“You go,” Erica insisted.  “It’s Batman’s turn to save the day.  Catwoman will watch over Rachel.”

“Rachel died in the movies, Erica,” Stiles reminded her, his expression unamused.

“Bad metaphor, but you get my point,” she waved off, pushing him towards the exit.

They walked back out past Lydia’s room, drawing Jackson’s attention to them.  “Hey, where are you guys going?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Erica told him, slowing so she could meet him then walking by his side when he kept following Stiles.

“To find Scott,” Stiles answered.

“You don’t have a car,” Jackson pointed out.

“I’m aware of that, thank you,” Stiles snapped.

“Stiles, I think he’s offering his car,” Erica pointed out, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll drive,” Jackson nodded.  “Come on.”

“Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn’t make it okay, alright?” Stiles brushed him off.  “Half of this is still your fault.  She went looking for you, and you were too busy selling out one of my best friends and hitting on the other one.”

“Stiles,” Erica scolded, shaking her head.

“Look, I have a car.  You don’t,” Jackson stated plainly.  “Do you want my help or not?”

“Alright, did you bring the Porsche?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah,” Jackson nodded, pulling the keys out of his pocket.

“Good.  I’ll drive,” Stiles declared, snatching the keys from him and turning to leave, only to come face to face with Chris Argent and two of his hunters.

Erica quickly moved herself behind Stiles and Jackson, her hand latching onto Stiles’s instinctually.  She was able to play into the same story she had stuck to that night like Stiles did, but then Jackson struggled, and they knew they were screwed.  They found themselves thrown into an empty room, Chris locking the doors and making it clear they were not leaving until he got the answers he wanted.  He started by roughing Stiles up a bit, Erica pleading with them not to hurt him before she was yanked back by the hunter restraining her.

The story Chris gave them was dark and twisted, and it would have been effective if they didn’t know the truth.  Stiles threw what they had discovered right in Chris’s face the first chance he got, Erica pinching her lips together at how bold he was being.  She worried Chris would lash out, but instead, he pulled back and tried to dispel the rumor that the Argents were behind the Hale fire.  Eventually, Stiles was able to get Chris to see what he did not want to see: Kate had planned the fire that wiped out most of the Hale family.

When the hunters left, Erica made her way back over to Stiles, checking him over to make sure he was okay.  “This started with the Hale house.  It’ll end there too,” she told him.  Her eyes caught sight of the nearby cabinet of chemicals, and she got an idea.  “Stiles, do you remember what Lydia asked for when they were making the molotov cocktails?”

“I remember,” Jackson chimed in.

It didn’t take long for them to create two fire bombs, and soon, Erica was alone outside of Lydia’s hospital room.  She knew it had been the right decision to stay, because it meant she was safe and not acting as a distraction, but she hated having to wait.  She hated not knowing if the people she cared most about were okay or not.  She hated wondering if she would ever see them again, or if she would be left holding onto the last memories she had with them.

As the hours went by, she grew tired, and found a chair outside of Lydia’s room.  She wasn’t sure how long she slept for, but a tap on her leg woke her up and had her nearly jumping out of her seat.  “Stiles!” she scolded, resisting the urge to kick the boy crouching down by her knees.  Scott was behind him, putting a finger to his lips before gesturing for her to follow them.  Together, the three of them crouch-walked into Lydia’s room and started closing the door, cringing at how squeaky the door was until it was shut.  They stood and walked over to Lydia’s bedside, Scott peeling back her bandage to reveal it was not healing the way his bite had healed.

“She’s not a werewolf,” Scott declared.

“Then what the hell is she?” Stiles wondered.

“She’s going to live,” Erica reminded them.  “What happened at the Hale house?”

“Do you want the long version or the short version?” Stiles asked her.

“Stiles,” she snapped.

“Peter killed Kate.  Derek killed Peter.  Derek’s now the alpha,” Stiles summarized.  Erica nodded slowly, absorbing what he said before turning and making her way to the door.  “Woah, wait.  Where are you going?”

“To see Derek.  You guys can watch over her now,” Erica told them.  Without another word, she left, leaving her best friends bewildered as they watched her go.

It took her a bit longer than she would have liked to get to Derek’s house, but as she walked up the front steps, she felt a rush of confidence.  Just when she had lifted her hand to knock on the door, it was swinging open, and Derek was looking down at her.  He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, she beat him to it.

“Peter offered me the bite, and I said no, but not because I don’t want to be a werewolf,” she rushed out.  “I didn’t want to be in Peter’s pack, but I want the seizures to stop.  I want to be your beta, Derek.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he shook his head, even as he took a step closer to her.  “It might not even work, and then you’ll die.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” she shrugged, remaining still with her chin up as he moved even closer.

“I’m not,” he told her, his hand reaching up as if he was going to tug on her hair like he usually did but pausing to feel the softer ends of it between his fingertips instead.  She was still dressed in her formal dress, with her hair and makeup still done up.  He hadn’t seen her in a while, and after everything Kate had done to his head, it was strange to see her looking so different.  Not bad, just strange.  “I need a pack.”

“And I need control over my body and my life,” she replied, reaching up to cover his hand with her own.  “I can get that by joining your pack.  Please.”

“Okay,” he nodded, accepting her decision even if it wasn’t the one he would have chosen for her.  It was her life, and if what she wanted was to be a werewolf, he was going to give that to her.  If it so happened to provide an advantage to him by adding to his strength as an alpha, then that was just an added bonus.  “Not here.  Can we go back to the pool house?”

“Yeah, Derek.  We can go to the pool house,” she agreed, smiling softly.  All of the tension that had been there during their conversation about her joining his pack seemed to slip away in that moment, and she exhaled before stepping into his arms.  “Being pack means you won’t disappear on me like that again, right?”

“Ideally, yes, but with our luck, who knows,” he joked, brushing a hand over her head before settling it on her back.  “I finally got a taste of my own medicine though.”

“Yeah?  How’s that?” she wondered, pulling back to look up at him.  Her expression softened when he slid some of her hair behind her ear.

“I worried about you the entire time I was gone,” he admitted.

“Derek!” they heard from behind them, and they pulled away fully from each other as Jackson came storming up the steps.  “Erica, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” she retorted.

“I helped Derek,” he stated, shifting his attention to the man angling a step between them.  “I helped save you.  Okay, you got what you wanted.  You got what you wanted.  Now, it’s my turn to get what I want.”

“Oh god, if he’s going to be in the pack too, I change my mind,” she declared, throwing her hands into the air.

“First of all, no one asked you,” Derek snapped at Erica, causing her to pinch her lips together.  “Second, the only person that decides who is in my pack is me.”

“I was totally joking,” Erica defended, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Third,” Derek continued, facing Jackson.  “You’re not my priority right now.  She is.”

“Wait, seriously?  You’re going to turn her?” Jackson exclaimed.

“I want her first,” Derek repeated, his voice bordering on a growl.  “Once I know she has accepted the bite, I’ll come find you, and then we’ll talk.”  When Jackson opened his mouth, Derek quickly added.  “This is not up for discussion.”

“Fine, whatever,” Jackson grumbled, turning to leave before stopping and glancing back at Erica.  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I have more of a reason for wanting it then you do,” she told him, giving him a knowing look.  “I’ll be fine, and soon enough, we’ll all be pack.”  Jackson smirked at that, nodding in appreciation before turning and walking away.  When Erica faced Derek again, he was squinting at her curiously, a hint of a smile on his lips.  “What?”

“I’m really glad I’m going to make you my first beta,” Derek admitted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before leading her away from his house.  He ended up carrying her on his back for most of the trek to her house, especially since he could run faster than the average man and get them there without detection.  Soon enough, she’d be able to do all of that on her own, but for now, he’d do it for both of them.

Derek lowered her back onto her feet when they reached her backyard, Erica promising to join him in the pool house before disappearing inside.  As much as she loved her formal dress, she didn’t want it to get ruined, so she went right up to her room to change into a pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt.  She fed Ellie, let her outside to use the bathroom, then started gathering items she might need.  She had no idea what being bitten would feel like, but she had seen the aftermath when Scott had come to her house the night he had been bitten.  She remembered the state he had been in, the size of the injury, and how painful it had looked.  That alone scared her, but surely it couldn’t be any worse than the kind of pain she had dealt with for most of her life.  With Ellie back inside, and her arms full of first aid supplies, she returned to the pool house.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Derek asked her once more as she laid out her supplies.  His arms were crossed firmly over his chest, watching her with his eyebrows cinched together.  “This isn’t something you can change your mind about later.  Once I bite you, there’s no turning back.”

“I know,” Erica nodded, wiping her hands on the sides of her shirt.

“What about the hunters?  Have you thought about that?” he reminded her, frowning when she chuckled and took a step towards him.  “It’s not funny, Erica.  Your life will be in danger if we do this.”

“My life’s in danger now,” she insisted, gently uncrossing his arms and rubbing his arms comfortingly.  “As long as Scott is a werewolf, I will always be involved in this world.  At least if I’m like you and him, I’ll have more of a chance to fight for my own survival.”

“I would protect you,” he offered.  “I could keep you safe.”

“You could,” she nodded.  “But you can’t always protect me.  I want to be able to protect myself.  I need to be able to protect myself.”

“I won’t be able to change your mind, will I?” Derek sighed.

“Have you been able to do that with anything else so far?” she countered, chuckling once more before reaching down to give his hands a quick squeeze.  “I want this.  I choose this.  And I choose you.  I want to be your beta.  I want to be in your pack, and I’m prepared to deal with whatever that might mean.”

Derek nodded, swallowing dryly as he realized the next part was all him.  He had never turned someone before, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her more than he needed to.  He looked her over, trying to decide where the best place to bite her would be.  With his hands still in hers, he began guiding her backwards towards the couch.  When the back of her knees bumped against it, he had her sit down and crouched down in front of her, lifting her hands to settle on his shoulders.  “Thigh or arm?”

“W-What?” she muttered, blinking up at him.

“Do you want me to bite your thigh or your arm?” he asked again, his hands settling on her knees and his thumbs brushing along her skin to try to ease her justified fear.  “I figure biting is kind of like tattooing, and those areas are the least painful to get tattoos.”

“Right,” Erica laughed nervously, her tongue darting out against her lips as she thought about it.  Her arm would probably be easier, but she thought about how Peter almost bit her there, and she didn’t want to be reminded of him.  “C-Can you bite my thigh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, offering a small smile.  “Lay down for me,” he instructed, helping her get comfortable with her head on the arm of the couch, offering a pillow for her to hold onto.  He settled on his knees next to her, reaching up to give her hair a quick tug to elicit a smile from her.  His hands moved back to her leg, his eyes glowing red as he focused on the supple thigh before him.  He smoothed his fingers over her smooth skin, a growl growing deep in his throat when she shivered and her skin pebbled where he had touched her.  “Last chance,” he warned, meeting her eyes as his fangs elongated and thicker hair sprouted up around his face.  “Tell me you want this.  One last time, please.”

“Derek,” she breathed, reaching over to place one of her hands over his.  “I want this.”

With another nod, Derek started lowering his head.  Erica started tensing up the moment she thought she was going to be bitten, and he could sense it.  Instead of feeling his sharp fangs puncture her skin, she was surprised to feel his soft lips pressing a gentle kiss against her thigh.  “It’ll hurt more if you don’t relax,” he explained.  “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she answered without a breath of hesitation.  She closed her eyes and forced herself to take slow breaths until she felt most of the panic start to slip away.  Her eyes opened when she felt him kiss her leg again, her body only relaxing fully when he turned his hand to hold hers more securely.  “I’m ready.”

Derek giving her the Bite was something she knew would be burned into her memory forever.  One moment, his lips were resting against her skin, and the next, his fangs were tearing through her flesh.  She squeezed his hand tightly, letting out a cry of pain before it was suddenly over.  She thought she felt his tongue lap at the blood that dripped down her thigh, but when she opened her eyes, his eyes were back to their piercing hazel and the blood was cleaned from his face.  Her eyes shifted down to where a bite mark was now clearly visible on her leg.

“That… wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she admitted, watching as he reached over for some first aid supplies and started cleaning her up.  “Are you sure that’s all you need to do?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he nodded, an amused smirk on his lips.  “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she told him.  “Am I supposed to feel different?”

“It’s probably too soon,” he mused.  “The adrenaline is probably going to keep you up for a little while, and then you’ll crash.  I’ll stay up to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anytime soon,” she muttered, waiting until he had smoothed a gauze bandage over her bite and taped it down before sitting up on the couch.  “I want to hear about what happened while you were gone.”

Derek groaned, standing from where he had been kneeling and starting to clean up the supplies.  “I don’t really want to talk about that,” he stated.  “Nothing good happened while I was gone, alright?”  He brought the first aid supplies over to the kitchen and placed them on the small counter in case they needed them later.  “Kate was the one that took me.  Kept me strung up and tortured me for a few days.”

“Derek,” she gaped, standing to walk over to him before wincing at the pain in her leg.  Suddenly he was by her side, his hands on her waist to stabilize her.  Her eyes met his before gently cupping his cheek.  “I’m sorry she hurt you.  I would say I feel bad that Peter killed her, but she would have just kept hurting you, and Scott, and everyone else we care about.”

“She would have,” Derek agreed, his eyes closing as he leaned into her touch.  It was such a vulnerable moment, something that didn’t happen often for him, but long before he even had the ability to give her the bite, she had felt like pack.  She had been someone he could depend on, and show his true colors around.  His eyes opened again to look her over, the concern in her eyes making his breathing stutter.  He needed this to work.  He needed her to survive the bite.  He couldn’t lose her on top of everyone else he’d lost.  A sudden yawn from her had him chuckling, his hand lifting to remove hers before leading her back over to the couch.  “Even if you don’t think you’ll sleep, you should rest.  Your body will take some time to adjust to the change.”

“I’ll rest if you rest,” she argued, letting him sit her down but not getting comfortable until he had settled down beside her.  Erica had barely curled up against Derek’s side, her bitten leg on display, before she had fallen asleep.  Derek couldn’t help the fond smile he had as he wrapped his arm tighter around her and let his own eyes fall closed.

They slept for a few hours, Derek waking up every hour or so out of panic and drifting back to sleep only when he heard her steady heartbeat beside him.  Around 8 o’clock that morning, Ellie woke up and started barking up a storm from inside the house.  The fact that both of them woke up to this ruckus and not just Derek told them all they needed to know.  Erica Reyes was a werewolf.

#erica reyes #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #derek hale #derica #teen wolf fanfic #scirica #jerica #teen wolf #my fic

[the-cookie-of-doom]

“Get on your knees,” Fingers ordered. Mitch watched him with a hateful glare and spit in the pirate’s face. The vicious backhand he got in return was worth it. 

“Go fuck yourself,” Mitch said, licking the blood off his split bottom lip. 

With an enraged shout, Fingers grabbed a handful of Mitch’s hair and dragged him onto the deck of the ship. The bright sun reflecting off calm ocean water blinded Mitch. He struggled against the pirate - there were no drugs in him this time, but Fingers was still huge, and it was light trying to fight against a brick wall. 

Fingers threw Mitch into the main mast and kicked his legs out from under him, forcing him to his knees. “Bind his hands!” 

No. 

Ice water flooded Mitch’s veins. Two lanky crew mates dropped down out of nowhere to grab him, locking heavy metal manacles around his wrists before Mitch could pull away. 

No, no, NO!

The manacles pulled tight, a rope connecting them around the mast forcing Mitch against the roughed, weathered wood. Splinters caught against his bare chest and he could barely turn his head to look over his shoulder. He didn’t need to, to know what was coming. These manacles only had one purpose.

Fingers gave and ugly laugh as Mitch fought his restrains, but he could hardly move. “Save your energy, whore. You’ll need it.” He came over and looped the long whip around Mitch’s neck to jerk his head back, stooping down to whisper, “You should’ve taken my offer.” 

“Never,” Mitch hissed. He would sooner die than let Fingers - or any of the others - touch him again. Fingers tsked at him. 

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours. Shame your tongue is too talented for me to cut it out.” 

Fingers stalked off a fair distance away, and unwound his whip. The heavy coil of leather fell to the deck with a resounding thud, garnering quiet murmurs from the growing crowd, come to enjoy the spectacle. Mitch’s hands ached from how tight he clenched them around his chains, trying to brace for the coming pain. 

The captain came before Fingers could land the first blow, abandoning the help to leap onto the deck below when he realized what all the commotion was. he sounded like he stuck the landing with more grace that Mitch had ever seen - or heard, rather - from him before. 

“That’s enough,” Stiles said, catching the pirate by his wrist just as he reared back to give the first lash. He was a thin waif of a thing, but stronger than he looked. 

“The whore needs to be taught some respect,” Fingers spat. Belatedly, he added, “Captain.” His tone dripped with derision. 

If anyone needs a lesson in respect, it’s you, Mitch thought. He was too relieved at having his impending flogging averted to speak his thoughts aloud, lest Fingers go ahead and whip him anyway. 

“That whore is to be delivered untouched and unharmed along with the others. You’ve already failed the first. Are you willing to pay for the second?” There was steel in Stiles voice that might even make Mitch think twice about challenging him. 

Silence followed. Mitch tried to crane his neck to see, but he was held fast, forced instead to strain his ears to listen for any small sound. All he could hear was the quiet lap of waves against the side of the ship and straining lines, and billowing sails. 

Then, finally, a grudging, “Yes, Cap’n,” from Fingers. Mitch sagged in relief. 

I guess I’ll get to live another day. 

“Release him, and have him taken to my quarters,” Stiles ordered. Another of the crew came forward to comply. 

“I thought you said he was to be untouched,” Fingers sneered. 

Stiles caught Mitch’s eye as he was led away. “That ship has sailed.” Stiles grinned. Mitch didn’t. Stiles looked away, realizing too late that he should have kept his mouth shut about that particular wound, and told Fingers, “I’ll deal with you later. If you lay a hand on him or any of the others again, without my express permission, I’ll have you keelhauled.” 

“Whatever you say, Captain.” 

Cold dread wrapped around Mitch’s heart at the tone in Fingers voice. Mitch knew the day was coming when Fingers would stop taking Stiles’ orders, and when it finally did, they were both fucked. 

Watch yourself, Stiles. You’re running out of time.

#cookie writes #i need a name for this #stitch #stiles stilinski #mitch rapp #but also #io just realized I could totally make an original novel out of this #like #it's more about Mitch than Stiles #and the character I want to write with this isn't really *stiles* #i'm making him fit the roll of course #Stiles can be intimidating when he needs to be #but also there is nothing #tying this to either canon #it's completely AU #I may have to examine that

[chiltonluvr]

Night with the Sheriff

Sheriff Goode interviews you after the car crash and you see him write down his address on the card he gives you. This wouldn’t mean what you think it means….. right??

A/N: It wouldn’t let me tag everyone but I tagged who I could! This is filth and I hope you guys like it

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, gender neutral reader. Reader is of age.

You never knew what to think of Sheriff Goode. On TV, he was made out to seem like a good man. Always there to save the day when something goes wrong in Shadyside. But now, having him standing in front of you, you were not sure what kind of man he was. No one stays uncorrupted working as a cop for that long. He’s got to be a dick for sure. Or, maybe, you’re just trying to find an excuse to forget about the thoughts you were having about him.

“It was an accident sheriff, nothing out of the ordinary. They just crashed, nothing more happened.” You watched as he looked at you. “Well, if you remember something about the accident or need something, call me.” He reaches into the car and gets you one of his cards. He stops for a second, then grabs a pen. He writes something down on the back of the card and hands it to you. You tell him thank you and walk away before you stop and look what he wrote on it.

It was his address.

Why would he give you his address? Surely he didn’t give this to everyone right? You hadn’t seen him write on the cards he gave to Deena or Kate. You were so confused.

Did he notice the way you had looked at him before he interviewed you? He’s just a sheriff, not even a good one. He couldn’t have noticed how you had eyed him differently thinking of the dirty thinks he could do to you. He didn’t expect you to drive all the way up to Sunnyvale to get shitty cop dick, did he? You thought as you passed the sign reading Sunnyvale.

Shit.

Why were you doing this? It wasn’t a good idea at all. You should just be enjoying your last year as a high schooler instead of trying to fuck a no good cop who doesn’t even live in your town.

Passing the houses was weird, they were so upscale like nothing you would ever see in Shadyside. He has to be rich. How could he afford to live in a neighborhood like this working as a Sheriff in Shadyside? It didn’t make sense.

You double check the card, then look at his house. It was huge. You don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be pulling into the Sheriff of Shadyside’s driveway.

His house was tall and intimidating. The bricks holding it together perfectly laid, you could only imagine what could be on the inside. You didn’t completely understand why you were still walking up to his door, why you didn’t turn around. Before you could think about turning around, the door opened.

“I saw you pull in, do you remember something from the crash?”

You don’t know what to say. Do you make something up? Tell him the truth? Tell him that you’re there because you think he made a pass at you and you were taking him up for the offer? “Actually, I’m not sure.” You say honestly. He welcomes you inside. His home was somewhere in the middle of cozy and eerie. You weren’t quite sure what to think of it. The decorations were nice, some goat taxidermy here and there and lots of fancy books. But the energy of the house was something you couldn’t place.

“You didn’t come here about the car crash did you?” Sheriff Goode inquired. You didn’t know what to say, you know he knew the truth but were you ready to admit it to yourself? “I was hoping you’d come. You know the exact reason I put my address down don’t you?” He stepped closer to you. Your mind was racing, you didn’t actually expect this to happen. He was so much more intimidating now as he stood in front of you. “I guess we may be thinking of the same thing.” You smirk. That’s all it took for him to back you into the wall and close the space between you. Your lips were on each other in seconds. You were desperate to get closer to him, but would never let him know that, even if your actions said otherwise. His tongue grazed your lip and you were more than happy to accept his offer.

You weren’t completely sure what time it was anymore. It was late when you had talked to him at the site of the crash. Now you were here with his hands on you and his lips tracing down your neck. Heaven couldn’t be this good surely. Temptation was the work of the devil, and you were not trying to get to those pearly gates.

His hands are quick at taking your shirt off, while his mouth left bruises you didn’t know how you’ll explain to your friends later.

“Nick,” You moan as you pulled away from him. He was confused as to why you had stopped, then you dropped to your knees. You start undoing his belt as he shifts himself, anticipating what you’re about to do. You unzip his pants and Nick groans as his cock springs free. You gasp at his size before you start pumping him. You take him into your mouth and start swirling around the head of his cock. Pulling in and out as you make him moan. He pulls you back up.

“I need you now.” Nick growls. He finishes undressing you and holds you firmly against the wall. “Open,” he demands. You open your mouth and he sticks two of his fingers in, coating it in your spit. He takes his fingers out and examines them. “This will do.”

He sticks one finger in you starting to prep you to take him. His hands are calloused and his fingers are thicker. His fingers fill you up, making you eager to take the rest of him. Once he thought you were ready, he takes his fingers out and angles himself to push into you. He doesn’t hesitate and you moan as he picks up pace. You moan and he goes back to the sweet spot on your neck. He was amazing at making you feel so good in so many different places at once. His tongue worked wonders and so did his hips. He kept a steady pace, whispering to you about how good you were making him feel.

“Fuck Nick you feel so good.” You say breathily to him and it only makes him fuck you harder. You start feeling a pressure starting to build in your stomach as he fucked you. Nick could tell how he was making you feel. He kept up his pace and was hitting you right where you needed. You moaned as you were about to cum.

His eyes turned dark. Seeing you cum on his cock sent him over the edge. He fucked you harder and his pace started to get more ragged as he moaned. Nick’s cock twitched before he spilled into you. He pulled out and you both stood there for a second panting. “Fuck that was good,” He leaned in and kissed you.

You dressed in silence. You weren’t sure what to think. He was right, it was really good, but it wouldn’t work out right? You could never do this again could you?

Once you were both clothed, he walks back over to you. “I think it’s a bit too late to let you drive back home by yourself. You can stay the night if you’d like.” He looked at you waiting for an answer. You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “That would be nice.”

Maybe the Sheriff wasn’t so bad after all.

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#fear street #fear street x reader #fear street 1994 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #fear street fanfic #nick goode #nick goode x reader #x reader

[agents-are-dicks]

Stiles Stilinski Having a Crush on You would include:

[fluff, slight cussing]

(Did my best to make it g/n. Words like “pretty” and “bag” are used but bag is vague and everyone is pretty if we’re being honest)

• okay, first I’d like to point out that if this boy likes you, it is 100% not a secret

• he’s not very smooth and I think that only adds to his adorable/clumsy charm

• if he likes you everyone probably knows before you do, even Coach

• Stiles has a super dedicated vibe about him so when it comes to his friends, so when he starts being ultra nice to you you just assume it means he considers you to be one

• cold? Stiles offers you his jacket. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, snowing, whatever. You clearly need it more than him.

• forgot your homework at home and are too afraid to face the teacher? Stiles “forgot” his too so at least you aren’t facing an automatic F and scary teacher alone

• simply forgot to do the homework and it’s still next to you in your bag? Stiles either lets you you copy off him (almost getting caught in the process) or begs Lydia to if he’s not in your class

• need a ride home? Stiles will wait as long as you need and enthusiastically offer to do it more often, saying something about how he doesn’t mind bc getting to spend time alone with you is worth it, even if it’s just a 10 minute drive to your house

• I could go on but to sum up his dedication, he’s type of guy that would offer to drive you to the mall/go shopping with you just to carry all of your clothes/things around if it meant hanging out with you (I swear this happened in season one)

• study not-so-dates where you help each other with your homework and he tries not to make it so obvious that he’s staring at you instead of his book

• he takes note of any likes or interests you bring up so that he can look them up later and “causally”mention (what he definitely didn’t just read/watch/find out the other night) them around you

• has stood up to bullies making fun of you and it kind of worked considering Stiles can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. It does help that his best friend is the lacrosse captain though. Just a little.

• he casually brings up his lacrosse games and looks for you in the crowd every time

• seeing you smiling and waving and cheering him on is a BIG confidence booster and the one time he scores, he feels like he could ask you out then and there

• Scott’s probably had to listen to Stiles talk about you a thousand times and likes to think that he knows you well enough to call you a friend despite only ever saying hi to each other in the halls

• scratch that - you’ve probably eaten lunch with him quite a few times but it’s mostly filled with everyone trying to fill the silence Stiles keeps making awkward bc you’re not just sitting with him but with him and his friends and he’s trying not to say something stupid but it’s nice having you and the pack all together.

• although if we’re being realistic, Stiles is always stressing over accidentally saying something stupid around bc you’re nice and pretty and he doesn’t wanna fuck up whatever chance he might have with you

• there is no way in hell he’d ever let you get introduced to the supernatural shit that goes on bc he doesn’t want to see you get hurt

• don’t even get me started on if you were a supernatural or if something happened and you found out about everything

• You and Allison are friends, whether it happened before or after she found out about Stiles’ crush on you is irrelevant bc she still can’t believe you haven’t caught on to the fact that he likes you yet

• If you’re friends with Allison, you’re definitely also friends with Lydia, whose really fun, even tho she intimidates you bc you know Stiles has liked her since forever

• or if you’d prefer an after Allison’s death timeline, you’re friends with Malia and it’s basically the same thing except she def became friends with you after bc she was hella curious about you

• Theo and Isaac would definitely flirt with you just to get under Stiles’ skin.

• in the end I think you’d either end up dating bc you finally stepped up and did something or bc his friends meddled in someway that gave him no choice but to admit his feeling and ask you out

• I can also kind of see coach yelling at him for staring at you during practice if you ever came to watch him, therefore forcing the conversation but that’s for another day when I feel like writing one-shots and imagines. I just think it’d be funny.

• either way Stiles is definitely the happiest man in the world once he can finally call you his

#I feel like I went overboard on this one but I hope y’all enjoy #stiles stilinski headcanons #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x you #mine

[thehellhound101]

Home Away from Home

A/N: I know it’s been six months since the announcement of this, and it’s not even really finished, but here it is! Peter needs some love. Thank you for your patience! Any feedback will be appreciated! 

Summary: Reader gets a surprise family visit but is too stressed and tired to deal with them so she visits the one place she can find some peace.

Warnings: reader is female, suggests that reader is skinny, age gap, fluff, anxiety

You tapped your fingers angrily on your leg as you waited for the elevator to stop at the top floor of the apartment building. This was the only place you could think of that would have some peace and quiet.

You had had a long and tiring day at work and when you were finally free to go home and treat yourself to a nice bath, sleep, and relaxation from a hot summer day, you found that you weren’t able to do that either. As soon as you opened your door, you had the delight of learning your family had decided to make a surprise visit. Now, you were excited to see everyone, your mom, dad, and younger sister since you hadn’t seen them since Christmas, but you were just not in the mood to deal with the bombardments that families bring. You lived half way across the country from them so you were bound to be confronted with questions about your life, job, friends, where the towels in your house are. You made up some excuse saying you had plans to go out with a friend already, but to make themselves at home.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a small hallway with only one door. Your sneakers squeaked on the grey tile floor as you made your way towards the single door. As you walked you let your mind drift to your past with the man who lives here.

You had first moved to Beacon Hills when you started attending the community college in the area. Your family could not for the life of them figure out why you wanted to go to a random school in basically the middle of nowhere. You had never even been to California before and there was no real reason why you should study there, except the fact that you felt drawn there. You had been there for a year when a string of animal attacks started occurring and it just got weirder from there. You never knew why until you met a girl by the name of Lydia Martin. Ever since you were 15, you would have dreams of things about to happen, particularly people’s deaths. You sometimes saw and heard things no one else ever did. It didn’t make sense until Lydia revealed that, like her, you were a banshee.

After meeting her, she introduced you to the rest of her friends that were involved in the supernatural world. You were soon brought in and became apart of the so called pack and in between studying and working a part time job, they taught you all they knew about the supernatural.

Part of that education included the reason behind those animal attacks. Peter Hale. You had obviously met him before and if you didn’t feel intimidated by him before, you sure did then. You understood why everyone told to keep your distance from him. But as time went on and more and more supernatural entities posed a threat to Beacon Hills, you found yourself spending more and more time with the former Alpha. You’d stay after pack meetings at Derek’s loft and watch late night TV shows while Peter read on the couch. After a few nights of this, he joined you in watching. Then you two started conversing more and more and the next thing you knew he was bringing you dinner when you were working late or spending too much time studying. He would sometimes try to help you with homework you didn’t understand. He became a completely different person when he was around you. He even came to your college graduation.

When the Ghost Riders came to town, you were the only one who remembered Peter. While everyone was worried about Stiles, you worried about Peter. Of course you cared about Stiles, but Peter was more important to you. When you heard that Peter was in the hospital you dropped everything and sped down there to see him. The first words out of his mouth were, “I knew you wouldn’t forget me, Sweetheart”. You had given him a small smile. “Never,” you replied. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn’t developed feelings for him. The thought of losing him forever and being the only one who knew him made you realize how deep those feelings were. But you didn’t say anything.

Now here you were in front of Peter’s door desperate for some time to be able to de-stress. You knocked on the blue door three times and waited. Not even a minute later, Peter opened the door and smiled. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”

Not in the mood for conversing, even with Peter, you got straight to the point, “Can spend a few hours here so I can get some peace and quiet…and a hot shower?”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together at your stern tone. “Of course”, he replied softly. “You can use the shower in my room. It’s the best one in the house.”

You gave him a curt nod and slid past him, your shoulder brushed against his. Without saying another word, you walked straight to his bedroom and shut the door.

It was when you started to strip that you realized you forgot to bring extra clothes. Rolling your eyes at yourself trying calm your frustration you stepped into the hot shower. With the heat hitting your muscles, a sigh came out of your mouth as you began to relax. Bathing in Peter’s soap also helped since you’ve always loved the way he smelled. As the frustration left your body, stress started to settle in. Stress about your job and going back home to your family and everything in between. Tears started to fall from your eyes, blending with the water falling from the shower head. You rubbed your eyes violently and took a deep breath trying to calm down. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around you as you made your way to the sink where you proceeded to rub the condensation off the mirror and stare at yourself. “Pull yourself together”, you whispered to yourself.

Your words did nothing to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes again. You sniffled and sat down on the toilet seat, burying your head in your hands allowing your wet hair to drip water around you.

There was a knock on the door, “Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Your head shot up out of your hands. The last thing you needed was for Peter to see you as the mess you are now.

Not answering you sniffled. He called out again, “Y/N?”

“Y-yes!” You called back as your voice broke. “I’m fine!”

There was silence on the other side of the door and for a moment you thought he’d left you alone. Another quiet sob escaped your lips and your head found it’s way back into your hands.

“Are you decent?” Peter asked.

“Am I what?” You croaked.

“Do you have clothes on?”

“I have a towel on?” You statement came out more as a question. The bathroom doors opened and you pressed your hands harder against your face. Peter crouched down in front of your frame and his hands grabbed your wrists, attempting to reveal your face.

“No,” you said, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He didn’t move his hands. “Y/N, please.”

After moment you let him move your hands. He brought them down to your lap and grabbed them both with one of his while the other lifted to your cheek to wipe the tears away. “There are those beautiful eyes,” he smiled.

If people saw how you two acted when alone, they’d be convinced you were a couple. But to your dismay, that wasn’t the case.

“Come here.” He said as his hands moved to your shoulders and pulled you down to him. You both fell onto your knees as your arms wrapped around his neck and his wrapped around your middle. One of his hands moved to rub the back of your head. “Tell me what happened,” he whispered.

“It’s stupid,” you told him. You sniffled again.

“Tell me anyways.”

“I had a hard day at work today and I’m stressed about everything that’s going on there.” You adjusted your head so it was laying on his shoulder. “I’m just stressed about everything, every little thing. All I wanted to do was go home and take a bath and get some rest but I couldn’t. As soon as I walked through the door I learned that my family came to surprise me, which is great, but I’m just not in the mood to talk and sit around. I told them I had already made plans with a friend for tonight and then came here so I could escape for some peace.” You ranted.

Peter heard another sniffle come from you and quietly said, “Hey, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear, but it’s true. You’re going to get through the hardships at your job and having to deal with your family. As for everything else, I’m here for you if you need me. I’ll always be here.”

You nodded your head and stayed quiet. The both of you stayed in the position for a few moments before you let go and started reaching for your clothes. You looked at Peter waiting for him to leave so you could get dressed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m waiting for you to leave so I can put my clothes back on.”

“But you wore those here. Have you been wearing them all day?” He tilted his head.

You signed, “Yeah, I’ve been wearing them most of the day. And I forgot to bring an extra change of clothes.”

He took your clothes from your hands and you began to question him. “Wha-“.

“Come over here,” he said as he lead the way back to his room. He opened up one of his dresser drawers and thrusted a shirt in your direction. He opened another one and this time handed you sweatpants this time. “Wear these. I’ll put your clothes in the wash for you.”

You looked down at the clothes that he had given you. “These sweatpants are definitely not going to fit me.”

“They’re the smallest ones I’ve got. You can either take them or wear nothing underneath that shirt, which, for the record, I wouldn’t be opposed to.”

You hugged the clothes to your chest. “No, no. I’ll give them a try. Thank you.”

He have you a wide smile as he left the room with your clothes still in his hands. When you were sure he was gone, you discreetly sniffed the clothes and smiled when you discovered they smelled like Peter. You quickly put the clothes on, pulling up the sweat pants as far as they could go and tugging the shirt as low as it would go in case the pants fell. When you walked out to find Peter, he was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Anytime.” He smiled. “I’m going to go take my shower now.”

“Ok.” You whispered.

He walked passed and called out as he made his way towards his room, “You look good in my clothes, by the way! You smell good too!”

You felt your face heat up. While Peter was gone, you made yourself comfortable on the couch laying down. Grabbing the remote you flipped through the channels until you found something interesting. You were almost asleep when you heard him come into the living room. You pulled your knees up to make room for him and once he sat down, to your surprise, he grabbed your ankles and put your feet in his lap. He began rubbing his hand up and down your leg, trying to soothe you. Soon you sat up and wrapped your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his shoulder as his arms encircled you. Once again, he brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Peter,” you started.

“Hmm?” He hummed back.

“I want you to know how much I appreciate you,” you began. “You’ve done so much for me over the years and I couldn’t tell you thankful I am to have had you. That you were always by my side when I needed you.”

You felt him move his head to look down at you. “What’s got you bringing all this up?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that I’ve never told you thank you before.” You replied.

“You tell me thank you every time I do something for you.”

“No, I know. I just meant that I’ve never thanked you for all that you’ve done as a whole. I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you and need you in my life. How much I-“ you cut yourself off, not daring to say the next words out loud.

Peter smiled as you said all of these things. He never knew you felt this way. He didn’t know how much he had truly effected you. But when you cut yourself off, he couldn’t help but ask, “How much you what?”

“What?” You questioned, pretending to not know what he was talking about. You started getting nervous.

“You were about to say something but you cut yourself off. What were you going to say?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. Well then. I think I’m going to hit the hay for a while.” You pushed yourself out of his arms and stood up. He grabbed your hand to stop you as he stood up too.

“You reek of anxiety. Almost as much as before. What’s wrong?” He said.

“It’s nothing. Really, Peter.” You tried to convince him. It didn’t work.

“You’re lying. Your heartbeat is erratic.” He grabbed your other hand, holding both of yours in his. “Y/N, what were you going to say?”

“Stop listening to my heartbeat. That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“What?” He laughed. “How is that an invasion of privacy?”

“If I were lying to you, which I’m not by the way, I don’t want you to know about it. That’s the point in lying, duh.” You respond. “But you’d have to know I’d have a good reason to lie to you if I were because I don’t like to lie.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t just not hear it when it’s beating that loud and fast. I’m not trying to cross any privacy boundaries.” He replied jokingly. His face then turned back to being serious. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me. You know you can tell me anything. Why would this be any different?”

You stared up into his eyes not breaking eye contact as he didn’t either. You finally sighed and pulled your hands from his and turned around. “I don’t know how to tell you.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder. “Just say it.”

Was this it? Was it finally time for the truth to come out and to tell him how you truly felt? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you if he didn’t feel the same. And why should he? You were young and innocent compared to him. You were just starting out in life after college, why would he want to be involved with someone who still hasn’t figure out their life. Or for another matter, someone who is a harbinger of death….Screw it.

“You remember when the Wild Hunt took you?” You asked.

“Obviously.”

“Right. And how I was the only one who remembered you? I was in such a panic when I found you gone. No trace of you anywhere, not even in people’s memories. Not even here.” You gestured to the penthouse. “I came here almost everyday hoping, praying that something may turn up that would prove I wasn’t crazy. Nothing ever showed itself. I began to think I was crazy.”

You grabbed his hand on your shoulder and turned around to face him. Gripping his hand in both of yours, looking him in the eyes, you continued, “But I knew I wasn’t crazy. I couldn’t be. I remembered you helping me with homework, taking me to dinner during my late nights, making sure I was taking care of myself. And it terrified me. The thought that I was never going to have you in my life again. That I was going to be the only person in the entire world that remembered your existence. And then Malia called me, saying she found you and that you were in the hospital. When I saw you lying in that bed, even though you were in so much pain, I felt such a relief. And it made me realize something.”

“What? What did it make you realize?” He pressed.

“It made me realize that I don’t just appreciate you, it made me realize that I- that I’m in love with you.” You had finally said it. The truth was out and a weight was released off of your shoulders. But Peter stayed quiet, staring at you. You looked down. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s why I didn’t tell you. Why would you love someone like me?”

“No,” he whispered. “The question is why would you love someone like me?”

You stared at him. “Did you not get that from the story I just told you?”

“I meant about my past, Y/N. Nobody in this town likes me, and I understand why. I’m a murderer, I’m not innocent, I’m older than you, and I’m not a good guy, Y/N.” He said.

“I know. And I don’t care, Peter. It’s not my place to judge you for your past. I’m here for the you right here right now.” You told him. “Plus, I’ve always had a thing for bad guys. Especially the older ones.”

“I-,” he stopped himself.

You sighed and looked down at your feet, letting go of his hand. “I understand that you don’t feel the same.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel the same. It’s not that at all. I’ve been in love with you for years. It’s just the fact that I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone so much better than me. You deserve the world.” He said.

“What? You’ve been in love with all this time?” You gasped.

“That’s not the point, Y/N.”

“It may not be your point, but you can’t just say something like that and then expect me to just drop my feelings for you because ‘I deserve better’.” You used finger quotations on the last part. “Would you want to try this? Try giving us a chance?”

“Of course I want to, but I don’t think tha-.”

You gripped his shirt and pulled him down. Your lips crashed onto his. His hands slid around your waist and yours moved around his neck. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and you tightened your grip around his neck. This kiss was better than you had imagined. You felt as one of his hands slid all the way from your waist to rest on your neck, thumb on your jaw. As he deepened the kiss even more, you thought your knees might give out beneath you. This was definitely better than you had imagined.

Peter pulled away first and stared into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come on.” He said. “Let’s go to bed.”

He takes your hand and leads you to his room. You get into bed first and he slides in after you, his arms snaking around you, holding you close. Your back is firm against his front as he kisses your head again, nuzzling his face in your hair. He takes a deep breath in.

“Peter?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Did you- did you purposefully put my clothes in the wash so I would have to wear yours? Possibly because you wanted me to have your scent on me?” You speculate.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him smile into your hair. You scoffed as you began to laugh. “I should have known.”

“You wearing my scent tells other wolves back off. I don’t want anyone trying anything.”

“Seems a little possessive don’t you think?” You joke.

“Sweetheart, it’s me we’re talking about. You’re mine now and you know I’m possessive.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.”

The conversation dies down after that, leaving the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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The next morning, you wake up early and find yourself still in Peter’s arms. You read the clock. 8:34. You close your eyes and snuggle back into Peter wanting to get more sleep. At least, that was before you realized you’ve been out all night and your family is waiting for you at your house.

You shot up, effectively waking Peter up.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I have to go! I forgot that my family is at my house. They are probably wondering where I am.” You say as you pull the covers back.

“You’re an adult, can’t you do whatever you want without your family having to know?”

You turned to look at him, “You don’t know my family. They’ll be questions and teasing and my younger sister will probably be going through my stuff right now.”

Even though Peter has made such an impact in your life and gotten you where you are, you hadn’t introduced him to your family yet. Mainly because he’s older and you didn’t want your family to get the wrong idea.

“Okay, I understand. But,” he leans over and grabs your waist pulling you to him, “I don’t think a few more minutes will hurt.”

He pulls you into his lap and he turns his head to place a gentle kiss on your lips. When you pull away you lay your head on his shoulder. A content sigh escapes you and Peter kisses your temple before wrapping his arms tighter around you.

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