#but no he's literally fucking around with scotty on the side
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...and the hat Scotty was wearing in Daniel's Vegas pics on his insta...
wow i can't believe @toastandvegemite's daniel/scotty vegas fic literally happened and daniel kept his hat as a souvenir
#daniel oh my god get HELP#😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫#like sure whatever maybe you could take it in some sort of throuple-ish direction#but no he's literally fucking around with scotty on the side#and she didn't have a fucking clue what she was doing when she borrowed that hat 💀#daniel x scotty#miami23#sabbatical23#answered#anonymous
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need you tonight (and always)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Deputy Derek Hale, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Crushes, Confessions, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Knotting, Rimming, Second Chances, Getting Together
Summary:
On his way home from work, Stiles's Jeep broke down. Which normally wouldn't have been a problem, except his heat was two weeks early, so he needed to get home. Now.
Fortunately, Deputy Derek came to his rescue—in more ways than one.
It was half past ten when Stiles's Jeep broke down.
"Fuck my life," he groaned, banging his head against the steering wheel. He chanted in prayer as he tried the ignition again. "Okay, c'mon, please start. Please start, please start, please start…"
Nothing.
He muttered a curse at the realization that he was stuck, stranded on the side of the road.
"Why now? Why? Why is this my life?" Because while he wasn't surprised the Jeep broke down—honestly, the damn thing was practically held together by duct tape and hope—Stiles would have preferred it to happen at literally any other time than right now.
His stomach cramped on cue, as if he needed to be reminded why his Jeep breaking down sucked so fucking bad right now. His heat hit early. He'd been at the library studying when he started feeling warm. There was already a light flush on his cheeks when he went to the bathroom, but he didn't think anything of it. Not even when he began to grow restless.
It wasn't until he got to work that afternoon that he noticed a lot of people turning his way, their noses held high as they sniffed the air. Two hours into his shift, his boss pulled him aside, telling him there were complaints about allowing an omega in heat to work without scent blockers.
Stiles argued that he wasn't in heat, but then the cramping started.
It played out like a bad movie. His stomach clenched, and his boxers grew damp with slick. Then Brett—a regular at the bakery—came in. He was always so nice, so Stiles was startled when Brett damn near dragged him over the counter and pinned him against it.
Brett's eyes flashed red, and he growled something about Stiles's scent but thankfully had enough control to pull himself away before doing anything more. As Brett ran out of the shop, he glanced over his shoulder, throwing Stiles an apologetic look.
Stiles bit back a curse. His heat wasn't due for another two weeks. Thankfully, he'd managed to make it through the rest of his shift without incident. Of course, it was also spent in the back office, filing paperwork at his boss's insistence.
Seriously, fuck his life.
Stiles dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Scott's number. He didn't have the time to try and figure out what was wrong with Roscoe, and who better to call to pick him up than his best friend-slash-roommate, right? Except Scott didn't answer.
So he tried again. "C'mon, Scottie. Pick up, pick up, pick up."
When the call clicked to voicemail for a second time, Stiles remembered Scott was out on a date.
"Wish I were on a fucking date," he muttered. Preferably with his crush, Derek Hale.
They'd met nearly six months ago at a bar. Stiles had been out with friends when Derek walked in. The attraction was immediate. One thing led to another, and within the hour, Derek had Stiles pinned up against a wall and then bent over his couch, their clothes haphazardly strewn around Derek's loft.
Unfortunately, while they had explosive chemistry, any chance of a second time was thrown out the window when Derek learned that Stiles was the sheriff's son. As it turned out, Derek was the newest deputy for the Beacon County Sheriff's Department and didn't want to risk any kind of conflict by screwing around with his boss's son.
Memories of the way Derek had touched him flash through Stiles's mind, making his body hot, his cock hard, and his hole slick.
God, what Stiles would do for a repeat. Seriously. Derek's dick was magnificent.
But that wasn't the only reason Stiles liked Derek. Sure, he was drawn in by Derek's stupidly handsome face, ridiculous muscles, and fantastic cock, but that wasn't what kept his crush alive all these months. Derek was genuinely one of the nicest guys Stiles had ever met. He was always volunteering at the local cat rescue in town. Not only changing the litter boxes and making sure the cats had food and water but also sitting with them. Seriously, the image of Derek Hale cuddling kittens was adorable.
Then, there was the time a storm blew through town, damaging some homes. Derek was the first person to grab a toolbox and ask what he could do to help. And, to top it off, Derek took in three betas who were without a pack. He provided them a safe haven, a home. A family. Honestly, Stiles admired the hell out of him.
Another cramp hit, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts. With a heavy sigh, he called his dad, but there was no answer. He wouldn't be surprised if his dad was still at work, so he called the sheriff's station.
"Beacon County Sheriff's Department. This is Deputy Hale speaking. How may I help you?"
"Er, he-ey, Deputy Hale." Stiles chuckled nervously because, of course, it would be Derek who answered. "It's Stiles."
"Hi, Stiles."
God, the way Derek says his name made a shiver run down Stiles's spine. His pants became uncomfortably damp.
"Stiles?"
"Sorry, um," Stiles cleared his throat. "Is my dad busy? I tried calling his cell, but he didn't answer."
There was some shuffling over the line, presumably as Derek got up from his desk to check.
"His door's closed. He's doing evals this week and called Graeme in a while ago, so he might still be with her. Is this an emergency? I can interrupt."
"Nonono," Stiles said quickly. "When he's done, can you just let him know that my Jeep died again? I'm sitting out by," he glanced around, trying to get a bearing for where he was, "Old Windsor Road."
"My shift's actually done. I can pick you up."
"No, that's— Really, you don't have to. Besides, if you did that, then you'd be going out of your way to take me home. I can wait until my dad's free." And the last thing Stiles needed was for Derek to scent his arousal. Just the thought of Derek being there made him leak more slick.
"Are you sure?" Before Stiles could answer, Derek said, "Actually, Tara just left his office. I'll transfer you now."
Oh, thank God. "Awesome. Thanks, Derek."
"No problem. Just one second."
There was a click and then the line rang twice before his dad picked up. "Sheriff Stilinski speaking."
"He-ey, Dad. You know how I'm your favorite son?"
"You're my only son."
"And therefore your favorite," Stiles insisted.
"Meh. Maybe if you visited more."
"Rude." Stiles rolled his eyes, too used to his dad's teasing. "Anyway, Roscoe died."
"Stiles…" His dad sighed. "I know how important the Jeep is to you, but—"
"I will never abandon this Jeep, you understand me? Ever." Though Stiles knew that at some point, someday, he'd have to give up his mom's old Jeep and find something more reliable. "I'm gonna fix her, but I need to get home first. I already tried Scott, but he didn't answer."
"Alright. Where are you?"
"I'm on—" Stiles was cut off by three rapid beeps. He realized his call dropped when he pulled his phone away from his ear. "Shit."
And, because his life sucked, his phone died as he tried to call back. And, naturally, his portable charger wasn't in the glove compartment where it should be.
Seriously, fuck his life.
What was that old saying? When it rains, it pours? Well, right now, it was a damn torrential downpour.
"I charged you!" Stiles yelled, glaring at his phone as if that would magically turn it back on.
The car was suddenly too small, the metal exterior closing in around him as anger and frustration coursed through his veins, so he climbed out, slamming the door behind him.
The moon hung high in the sky as Stiles paced along the edge of the preserve. The trees cast ominous shadows in the early autumn breeze, their dark fingers stretching toward him in the moonlight.
He'd seen enough horror movies to be freaked out by being alone this close to the woods. These kinds of situations never ended well for guys who were one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone—not to mention how bad his luck had already been tonight.
No, stop!
He was a grown man; he was absolutely not scared. Nope.
A cool gust of wind breezed over Stiles, and he briskly rubbed his hands over his arms, smoothing away the goosebumps as he blew out a breath. "Okay. Okay. This is fine. Everything's fine."
Famous last words.
His stomach clenched, and he hoped his dad was on the way because he seriously needed to get home as soon as possible. He needed his dildo—the knotting one if the way his hole clenched desperately around nothing was any indication.
He briefly considered walking to his dad's. It was closer than his apartment, and he knew he could hole up in his old room during his heat because, as much as he loved Scott, he'd rather have his dad checking in on him. Scott's alpha control was good but not great, and it was always awkward when Scott popped boners just because Stiles was in heat.
But his phone was dead, and there was no way he was walking through the woods without a light source. Plus, if any random alpha came across him… Nope, Stiles didn't even want to think about that. Instead, he thought about his bed and dildo. Absolutely not about Derek because that just made him clench with need. Fuck, he really needed to be filled. Like right now.
It was only a few minutes before a siren wailed and headlights appeared around the bend. Red and blue lights flashed atop the sheriff's cruiser that parked behind Stiles's Jeep, and Stiles sighed in relief.
The driver's side door opened and a tall figure walked toward him, but the moonlight wasn't enough for Stiles to make out any details. It had to be his dad, though.
"Oh, thank God. You have no idea how happy I am to see y—" Stiles stopped short because the person coming closer wasn't his dad.
Fuck.
Seriously, no one should look that good in a uniform, but Derek was easily the most gorgeous man Stiles had ever seen.
Stiles's eyes swept over Derek, whose uniform fit so snugly it practically clung to him—so taut across his thighs, hips, and broad chest it was just shy of indecent. Derek was the epitome of sex on legs. A walking wet dream.
God, and those arms!
Stiles couldn't help but remember how those muscular, tanned biceps held him against a wall as Derek fucked him senseless.
Derek's nostrils flared.
Stiles flushed in embarrassment, in complete mortification. Derek was an alpha werewolf, so there was no way he couldn't smell Stiles's arousal or the slick that was now dripping down his legs. "I am so sorry! What are you doing here?"
"Told your dad I'd pick you up," Derek said, his words now slurring around his fangs. His eyes flashed crimson as his nostrils flared again.
With supernatural speed, Derek was on top of Stiles, pressing him against the Jeep with his face shoved against the crook of Stiles's neck.
Stiles sucked in a breath because that shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but he lost all train of thought because Derek's scruff felt fantastic against his skin.
He moaned wantonly. His cock was hard—painfully so—and he was pretty sure if he dropped trou right now, his boxers would land on the ground with a sickening splat.
"Oh my God, yes!" Stiles gripped Derek's hips, rutting against him as Derek mouthed at his neck. "Pleasepleaseplease."
He'd been tempted to ask Derek about helping him through his heat, but he didn't think Derek would do it since he'd shut down any possibility of a relationship, and Stiles didn't want to make things awkward. Not to mention, Derek probably would have said no, considering Stiles was still the sheriff's son.
Derek wrenched himself away, his chest heaving and his hands clenched at his sides as if it was taking everything to hold himself back. "Get in the cruiser and go."
"Wait, what?" Stiles frowned, confused.
"I don't—I need—my control…" Derek growled. "You need to go. Now. I can't—I can't control myself around you."
"Why?"
That didn't make any sense because Derek always had impeccable control. Anytime there was a call involving an omega in heat, Derek was the only alpha his dad trusted to deal with it. Like Scott, most alphas had at least some reaction to an omega in heat, like popping a boner or beta-shifting. Not Derek, though. It had earned him quite the reputation and was another reason Stiles thought so highly of him.
"Because it's you!" Derek growled again. "God, your scent. I can't—"
"What about my scent?" Stiles crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed, even though all he wanted to do was get on all fours and present his ass to Derek for the taking.
Derek let out a pained whine. "You smell like cinnamon rolls and home. Sweet and familiar."
Oh.
Oh.
Stiles's eyes went wide. Derek liked him.
Derek liked him.
But why? Their situation hadn't changed at all. Stiles was still the sheriff's son, and if Derek really did like him, he would have said something before now. Right?
Still, all Stiles could think was, "You mean we could have been together this entire time? Months of sex! We've missed months of sex!" His yell echoed through the trees. Shit. Okay, he definitely hadn't meant to say all that out loud. "Not that I just want you for your dick or anything," he quickly added, "but I'm in heat and horny and you're standing there, staring at me like you wanna eat me."
Derek growled again, and when Stiles glanced at him, it looked like Derek was seriously second-guessing his taste in men. Or, at least, his attraction to Stiles. But Stiles couldn't really focus on that right now because he was in heat, and Derek had already admitted to liking him. So, no, Stiles didn't feel bad about being an antagonizing little shit. Not at all.
Plus, there were instincts at play. He was an omega in heat with a very attractive alpha werewolf looking at him like he was the most desirable prey. Like he'd love to just devour Stiles.
And Stiles was more than willing to let him. So, instead of getting in the cruiser, he smirked and stepped back.
"Stiles." Derek's voice was hard, like he was warning Stiles not to tempt him.
Well, where was the fun in that? So without a second thought, Stiles ran.
A howl rang out behind him, the sound echoing through the preserve. Stiles swore he could feel it in his bones, shaking his very core—Derek was calling for him, and Stiles desperately wanted to answer.
His pulse skyrocketed. He let out a shuddering breath as blood surged to his head, drowning out nearly everything until he heard the snap of a branch breaking. The sound filled him with a rush of excitement. His breath hitched and he forced himself to pick up his speed.
Another branch broke, and then another. The sound grew closerclosercloser, and when Stiles glanced behind himself, he tripped and fell onto his ass in his haste to get away. Rocks and twigs dug into his palms as he pushed himself up. He didn't bother dusting off the dirt as he spun on his heels and started to run again.
There was no way he was making this easy for Derek.
Another howl broke through the trees, only this time, it sounded almost gleeful.
Stiles ran until his lungs burned—until his legs gave out. He was pretty sure that Derek could have taken him down by now, but it was like Derek was teasing him.
Like this was a game, and Stiles was the prize.
Stiles pivoted, trying not to trip again as he crouched against a fallen oak tree. His skin tingled, his stomach swooping, and his heart beating an erratic tempo against his ribcage as he tried to outrun an alpha werewolf.
Thwack.
Stiles banged his head against the tree trunk before hauling himself up. His thighs burned as he ran again, wincing as the leaves crunched beneath his feet, giving away his position.
Come on, Stiles, think!
There was a snap of another branch breaking. Stiles blanched as he fell again, and then—
He was pinned. Derek's hard body pressed him to the ground, his teeth settling against Stiles's neck. All it would take was the slightest pressure to pierce his flesh. So Stiles waited.
Only it never came. He whined as the weight on his back disappeared, and then he heard a groan.
Stiles tried to flip over, but strong hands gripped his hips, keeping him still. He squealed in surprise when Derek shoved his face between Stiles's ass cheeks, inhaling like a man starved for air.
Stiles's hole clenched in response, and a thick line of slick dripped between his thighs. Derek released a pleased rumble-purr and lapped at the wet spot on the back of Stiles's pants.
God, Stiles was so ready for Derek to fuck him now.
"I will," Derek said, his voice low and rough.
Shit. Stiles must have said that out loud.
"Please. Please, Derek." Stiles seriously needed to be filled—needed something as the first wave of heat took over.
"I've got you, baby."
Stiles had never really cared for terms of endearment, but Derek could call him anything right now, and he wouldn't care.
Cold air hit Stiles's ass as the back of his jeans and boxers were ripped open, the tattered fabric falling against his thighs. He glanced over his shoulder and glared, but the look of hunger on Derek's face instantly made him forget why he was mad.
Then Stiles forgot how to breathe because Derek's face was back between his asscheeks, his breath ghosting along the crack, followed by strong, slow sweeps of his tongue over Stiles's hole.
"Taste so good," Derek murmured like he was unwilling to pull away for even a second. "Missed this. Dreamt about tasting you again."
Derek's fingers joined in on the action, and Stiles reached back, brazenly spreading himself wide open for Derek.
It was like every sensation has been amplified by a thousand. Every bead of sweat felt heavy on Stiles's skin; the tickle and scratch of Derek's scruff against his ass sent jolts of pleasure up Stiles's spine. He was so keyed up that it wouldn't take long for him to get off with the way Derek was working him over.
"You have such a greedy hole. So hot and tight, sucking me in like you'll never get enough," Derek praised, his voice gruff as he crooked his fingers just right. Stiles cried out, barely managing to snake a hand under himself to wrap around his own cock before it pulsed, the warmth of his release spilling over his fingers. Still, he kept stroking until he had nothing left and his muscles stopped convulsing.
Derek growled hungrily, flipping Stiles over to lap at his balls and spent cock. Stiles lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers, smirking when Derek growled again. Then Stiles moaned as Derek grabbed his hand, bringing it to his mouth, lapping up the rest of the cum on Stiles's fingers.
"Oh, fuck. That's hot." Once Derek licked every trace of cum from his fingers, Stiles asked, "Are you gonna fuck me now?"
Derek grunted, and somehow Stiles knew that was Derek-speak for 'yes.' Except instead of lining his cock up and driving into Stiles, Derek stood, easily hoisting Stiles up with him, too—one hand settled on his ass to hold him up. Stiles instinctively wrapped his legs around Derek's waist and opened his mouth to ask where they were going.
"Not here," Derek interrupted before Stiles could even speak. "I'm not knotting you in the middle of the woods."
Stiles bit back a grin. He loved that even though Derek's control was tenuous right now, he had enough sense for that. He also loved that Derek slid two fingers into his hole, knowing how desperate he was to be filled. Stiles clenched around his fingers and moaned. Now that he'd had an orgasm, it would be wave after wave of heat for the next four days. He couldn't even bring himself to care that Derek was carrying him through the woods, ass out on display for all to see while Derek was still fully clothed in his deputy's uniform.
"Ah, God, your fingers feel so good." Stiles rolled his hips and mouthed at Derek's neck. When Derek crooked his fingers just right, Stiles moaned again.
It wasn't enough, though. Stiles became frustrated as he keened and pushed back for more.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," Derek said, adding a third finger. "We're almost there, I promise."
Stiles didn't respond, palming himself until he came again, Derek's name on his lips. Always Derek. Only Derek.
Derek increased his pace, and soon, they were in front of a house Stiles had never seen before.
"Where—?"
"It's the pack house," Derek told him, pausing at the base of the front porch steps. Stiles whined when Derek's fingers slipped out of him. "It's okay, it's okay," Derek soothed. He shrugged out of his jacket, quickly covering Stiles's ass before hurrying up the steps and kicking the door open so hard it splintered the wood.
Stiles blushed at the thoughtfulness.
There was a snort, and when Stiles glanced over his shoulder, he saw Derek's beta, Erica, standing in the entryway. Her arms were crossed, and she had a perfectly plucked brow raised. "The door was unlocked, y'know?"
"Not now, Erica!" Derek barked out, tromping past both her and one of the other betas that Derek took in a few months ago. Boyd, if Stiles remembered correctly. Everything was getting hazy, though. All he wanted right now was for Derek to fill him. He wanted Derek's knot.
Derek growled and carried him up the stairs, but not before Stiles distantly heard Erica call out, "We're going to meet Isaac at the bar. Don't do anything I wouldn't d—"
However, her words were cut off as soon as Derek slammed his bedroom door shut.
Derek was surprisingly gentle when he laid Stiles on the center of the bed, considering he had practically devolved into a caveman. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, illuminating Stiles as he fisted the soft, silky sheets. It was like he was under a spotlight.
"Derek. Derek, please. Want you to fuck me so bad," Stiles said, unable to keep quiet under Derek's scrutinizing gaze. "Need you."
The pleas must have worked because the next thing he knew, they were both naked, and Derek's deliciously warm body was blanketing him.
Stiles trembled as Derek's hands trailed over his body, sliding down his sides to his thighs, urging Stiles to spread his legs. Derek settled between them, cupping Stiles's ass and lifting him slightly.
Derek's fingers were at Stiles's hole again, gathering slick on his fingers, then running them over his—quite honestly—massive cock and getting it wet.
"Are you ready?" Derek asked breathlessly, lining himself up.
Stiles's back arched off the bed as he looked up at Derek with desperate, pleading eyes. "Fuck me. Need it. Need to feel you inside of me. Pleasepleaseplease."
Derek growled and rocked forward, sliding inside him with one smooth thrust. Stiles cried out and threw his head back. When Derek found an angle that had him hitting Stiles's prostate with every thrust, Stiles released the white-knuckle grip he had on the sheets in favor of raking his blunt nails down Derek's back.
The bed creaked as they rocked in perfect rhythm, and Stiles mindlessly murmured his pleasure. Yes. More. Fuckfuckfuck.
Derek growled with each thrust, repeating the same word over and over again. "Mine."
"Yours," Stiles assured him. "Only yours. My alpha."
"Mine."
"Yoursyoursyours," Stiles cried as he dug his feet into the firm, muscular globes of Derek's ass.
Derek growled against his neck, nipping and sucking what were sure to be dark, red bruises into his skin. "You don't even know—fuck—how much I've missed this. Wanted this. God, Stiles—"
Stiles muttered a string of curses and pleas as Derek fucked him mercilessly, sending jolts of white-hot electricity throughout his body.
"Fuck," Derek moaned, rutting into Stiles—faster, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a syncopated rhythm against their primal grunts and groans and Stiles's helpless whimpers.
His hole pulsed around Derek's cock. His legs clenched around Derek's waist, and he came for the third time that night with a shout, stifling his scream into the crook of Derek's neck as he shook through his release.
Derek kissed him, hot and insistent. Stiles couldn't help but moan into Derek's mouth when his hole stretched even more as Derek's knot swelled. It caught against Stiles's rim a few times until Derek couldn't pull out any longer. Every pulse of Derek's cock sent shock waves through Stiles's body. He'd never felt so full. So sated.
Stiles was hypnotized by the look of pleasure that contorted Derek's face. It was a look of almost-awed pain, as if this were so good, it might just kill him.
Derek ground against him forcefully until Stiles cried out Derek's name again as another orgasm hit him out of nowhere. It was everything he'd ever wanted, yet more than he'd ever dreamed of at the same time. He felt amazing—panting hard and completely out of breath while his whole body tingled with pleasure.
So good, so perfect.
"Mine," Derek said again, collapsing on Stiles's chest. They were slick with sweat, but neither could be bothered to move.
Stiles could tell Derek was in full control again when he trailed a hand down his side, his touch featherlight.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Derek asked quietly.
"No. Feels good. So full." Stiles blushed when Derek pushed up from his elbows to look down between them. As he pictured his hole stretched over Derek's knot, he clenched reflexively, sending another shiver down his spine.
God. His hole probably looked fucking obscene.
Derek made a pained sound and grabbed Stiles's hips to still him. "Keep doing that and it won't go down any time soon."
"How long?" Stiles asked since Derek hadn't knotted him the last time.
Derek leaned down, nuzzling into the crook of Stiles's neck. "Don't know. I've never actually knotted anyone before."
The news surprised Stiles. "You haven't?"
"I've never wanted to."
"But you do now?" Because Derek liked him. For some reason, Stiles pictured Sandra Bullock's character from Miss Congeniality and sang, "You think I'm gorgeous. You want to date me. You want to love me. Marry me."
"Yes. I want that," Derek said seriously before his face softened. "Somehow, despite the fact that you're clearly insane—"
"Hey!"
"—I like you. I always have, but I was being stupid."
"You were," Stiles said with a nod, smiling softly as his heart flipped in his chest. "Not gonna let you be stupid anymore."
"I know. In fact, I already asked your dad for his permission to—"
"You asked my dad," Stiles interrupted, "for permission to date me?"
"I asked him how he would feel if we started dating." Derek held his finger to Stiles's lips to stop him from interrupting again. "It was just a courtesy since he is my boss, but I've been working up the courage to ask you out for the past few months. Him saying yes was just reassurance because if you hated me at all, then I'm pretty sure he would have told me not to bother."
"Months?" Stiles shook his head, not understanding why Derek would think he hated him.
"I know I messed things up when I found out you were my boss's son. You've kept your distance, and I was sure it was because you didn't want anything to do with me anymore."
"That's not true! I was respecting your decision."
"I know. I know that now." Derek brushed his fingers down the side of Stiles's face, smiling softly.
Stiles sighed. "Well, at least that explains why my dad was acting weird during dinner last week. He kept grinning. It was…disturbing."
Derek chuckled. "Speaking of which…do you wanna let your dad or Scott know that you'll be spending your heat here?"
"Yeah, I should. Can I borrow your phone? Mine's dead."
"Of course."
Thankfully, Derek's pants were close, so he was able to grab his cell phone with a minimal amount of maneuvering. Stiles sent a quick message to both his dad and Scott so they didn't worry. Then, as much as he hated to admit it, exhaustion pulled at him. Multiple orgasms in a short amount of time would do that to a person.
He yawned. "'m tired."
"Okay." Derek kissed his shoulder. "Sleep. I'll get you cleaned up as soon as my knot goes down."
Stiles whined at the thought of not being filled.
"Shh...it's okay. Trust me, baby. I'll take care of you," Derek said, giving him a sweet kiss. "Wait, let's—" He wrapped his arms around Stiles and carefully flipped them until Stiles was lying on top of him. "There. How's that? More comfortable?"
Stiles mumbled his agreement incoherently, even though he would have been perfectly fine with Derek's weight over him. Derek's knot tugged deliciously at his rim, but he couldn't stop his eyes from closing. With Derek's arms holding him tightly, he fell asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall of Derek's chest against his cheek and a warm, happy feeling in his gut. One that was filled with promises of tomorrow, their future, and forever.
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S3 EP7 (Day Of The Dove) already has me laughing with how they beamed down.
Without further ado:
- Sulu gets Spock jumpscared
- “You killed my brother Piotr.” WHAT. CHEKOV LORE?!?
- Chekov is getting the worst fucking treatment in these past episodes. First shot to death, now tortured to death
- Good thing they’ve got a button for that
- Chekov’s like, ‘KILL THEM’
- “My wife, Mara. And my science officer.” Parallels much?
- wish I had a shiny ball of sparkles following me
- Uhura’s hair is amazing, she’s got these little side curls
- Do they even have a place they’re supposed to be exploring, almost every episode they’re being taken out of the galaxy
- SWORD FIGHT YEAHHH
- Those redshirts are going to seriously walk into sickbay with a STAB wound
- Kirk DO NOT grip the sharp end of the sword
- YEAHHH CHEKOV AND SULU FIGHTING WITH SWORDS
- Sulu is so damn confused. WAIT HE NEVER HAD A BROTHER? I love that Sulu knows Chekov
- Real image of McCoy after performing top surgery
- Scotty gets to play with swords too
- Sneaking around in plain sight… works?
- Are we going to get to see Spock fight with a sword? I just think it’d be hot- who said that
- Cannot tell if McCoy is being controlled or he’s just like that in this episode. He’s being controlled. That’s good. His eyes are so blue and I think he’s going to bite someone tho.
- The low/harsh lighting really works for Spock’s face. He looks really cool.
- “May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans. I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant.” Damn that’s so right, babygirl. They have no right to say this shit to you. No but seriously what the fuck? Spock faces constant verbal abuse for being half Vulcan
- Sulu is literally the best in this episode (please involve him more. Plllleeeease)
- Okay I know sparkles is controlling everyone but did I feel a bit better when Kirk was going to beat up Chekov? Yes.
- “Gentlemen, if we are pawns, then you’re looking at one who is extremely sorry.” “I understand, Doctor. I, too, felt a surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.” McCoy and Spock reconcile
- Is this the episode where they beat the entity with friendship?
- Get nerve pinched, idiot
- “Captains log, star date… Armageddon.” Kirk is sooo dramatic
- YEAHHH SPOCK AND MCCOY SWORD FIGHTING (well Spock ended up nerve pinching the guy but still)
- I like how McCoy and Spock fought their way over to Kirk just to stand there
- “Let’s jump him.” Spock has to be like, ‘no, Doctor.’
- Spock is done with their antics
I’m just wondering now if the new trek is just random shit put into a season or if there’s actual plot. I don’t think there should be actual plot. (I know there’s actual plot)
Masterpost
Episode written by Jerome Bixby
#star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#spock#tos spock#leonard bones mccoy#tos mccoy#tos bones#james t kirk#tos kirk#pavel chekov#tos chekov#hikaru sulu#tos sulu#nyota uhura#tos uhura
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Major MWIII spoilers below the cut - My thoughts on playing the campaign, mostly through my ghoapper shipping lense bc let’s be real. That’s why I’m here in the first place. (pleasantly surprised babbling ahead)
I will say it’s not Terrible like we were making it out to be after the leaked streams. Imo. Knee jerk reactions and all that. For what it is, I actually really enjoyed it (except the open missions fuck them. Thought I would love em but NOPE.)
Adored Soap’s moments. They really said that man is a feral Scottie dog and should act more like it. He’s such a fuckin brat sat there in the passenger seat smacking on his gum. And in contrast Ghost just being Some Goofy Guy in a Mask. Adore that.
And the Ghostsoap moments! Is there as much content between them as mwii? No. There are A LOT of characters at play here, which I think is why scenes feel a bit more hollow than mwii. But damn the parts that do feature these gays? They are constantly sitting, standing next to each other, staring at each other in the background, using /that voice/ with each other, being an unhinged iconic duo. I didn’t hear Ghost call him Soap once—this man is handing out Johnny’s like candy on Halloween. And!! They’d known each other at least 4 years before mwii! Fancy that!
“Do you tan or burn, LT?” “An impeccable bronze, Johnny” GET A ROOM
Nik and Laswell’s mission was so good. Nik metalhead canon confirmed. Price’s love and friendship and concern for Kate is so precious
Price always has a headache and nausea he’s just like me fr. Gaz is such? A sweet angel honestly.
Pushing Makarov through the stadium as Soap was so cathartic knowing what was to come
The 141 feels more like a team in this one!
Farah fans got FED. She’s perfect. What a fuckin badass.
Aaaand of course Soap’s death. Playing it through myself, it felt MUCH less…horrid? Do I like that they fridged him after only a year? Absolutely not. There was so much potential there. Do I think that scene could’ve been a lot more dramatic and emotional? Hard yes. BUT. There were little things about it that my angst loving heart liked—the absolute heart wrenching way that “JOHNNY!” rips out of Ghost’s throat. You can see him heavy breathing and shaking his head no. He touches him, rolls him over. Doesn’t leave his side, doesn’t say anything if Price doesn’t move to defuse the bomb, doesn’t try to help in any way. He literally just stays sat there until everyone blows up, perfectly content to die and let everyone else die right along with Soap.
As for the cliff sendoff I would like to wipe that from my brain entirely thanks
Overall I’m glad I didn’t cancel my preorder like I’d thought about. Happy to have some new canon content to play with and simultaneously choose to ignore! Also zombies mode with Soap bossing me around here I come.
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Scotty doesn’t know
Fred Weasley x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)
warnings: kissing, cursing,lowkey smut 😱, not going to say minors DNI bc ik yall going to read it anyway, blasphemy only once, Scotty is an ASS in this, he is also in Ravenclaw 💙, cheating, modern au so regular high school, fiona = Y/N, cursing, very suggestive lyrics, fighting, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 ^ <——— this means start the song 💋 harry potter masterlist
Summary: Y/N cheating on her boyfriend Scotty with the schools prankster
posted: April 21,2023
Scotty and Y/N look like the perfect couple. They literally won ‘best couple’ in the yearbook. Everyone thought that they were perfect for each other .
But no one knew what actually went on behind closed doors.
Scotty is toxic as fuck.
Always asked where are you going.
“Where the hell are you going at 8:00?”
Made you change if he wasn’t comfortable with what you were wearing.
“Isn’t guys going to be there? You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”
Always interrogated your friends.
“So what are you guys doing tonight?”
All your friends tell you that he’s an insecure fuck but you never listen.
You tried to break up with him several times but he always played the ‘I’ll be better’ card and you fell for it.
Every single time.
You fell out of love a long time ago.
So you just found a side. And that ‘side’ was
Fred fucking Weasley. ^
Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know
Oh, Scotty doesn't know
Scotty was walking around school looking for you.
“Have you seen Y/N?”
“Have you seen Y/N?”
He finally found you and ran up to you. “Hey Y/N!” You turn around and before you can respond Scotty’s lips are already on you. He pulled away and it took everything in your power to not wipe your lips. “Hey babe!” You can not believe how fake you sounded. “Hey! So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out Sunday?” You pretended to have fake sadness. “Scotty you know I have church every Sunday.”
“Oh yeah! My bad baby, I forgot.” You just shook your head. “It’s fine. We can hang out Saturday if you want.” He nodded and kissed you again and walked off.
Little does he know.
_____
“Oh fuck. Right there darling. Keep going just like that.” He threw his head back into the seat. You smiled knowing that you were the reason he has this reaction. You grab his balls firmly and he moans even louder.
Thank god you guys are in an empty parking lot.
You can feel him about to cum. You go even faster if that’s possible, he finally burst in your mouth. You swallowed and went up to kiss him and he tasted himself. He moaned into your mouth. He finally pulled away and put his jeans back on.
“So how long until ‘church’ is over darling?” He asked putting air quotes on church. You gave a small laugh. “One more hour.” You say biting your lip. He gave his signature smirk. “Well let’s go pray.” He took your hand to the back of the car.
You probably traumatized the little kids who were walking by to see a shaking car.
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell Scotty)
“Scotty doesn’t know!” Fred’s twin exclaimed. “Why would he know dumbass?” George just shrugged. He sneaked a glance at you from across the cafeteria. You winked and went to the bathroom. Fred and George saw this. “Well that’s my cue. Bye Georgie.”
“You’re disgusting!”
Fiona says she's out shopping
But she's under me
And I'm not stopping
“Sorry I’m going shopping later. I need clothes for this trip I’m taking sorry baby.” Scotty asked you if you wanted hang out later and you obviously can’t since you promised a certain ginger that you can hang out tonight.
“You’ve been really busy lately.” Scotty said with a questioning tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing it’s just that if you don’t wanna hang out just say that don’t make bullshit excuses.” You don’t even want to talk about this right now.
“I’m not doing this with you right now. I gotta go bye Scotty.”
“Bye Y/N”
_____
Your nails scratched his back, him moaning even louder.
Very convinced that he has a pain kink.
“Oh my god Fred!”
“You feel so good darling.” He throws his head back and you arch your back.
“I’m so close, go faster Freddie.” You whisper as he puts his head in your shoulder.
And he went faster.
You feel the knot in you burst and you can feel his warmth inside you. He slips out with a soft hiss.
You turn on your side. He’s so beautiful, all sweaty and tired. His hair slightly covering his forehead.
“You’re so pretty Freddie.” He smiled and turns on his side. His hand goes to your face, taking your hair out of your face.
“Thank you but you’re much more pretty darling.”
You smile and silence fills the air.
“Break up with him”
Oh shit.
'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Don't tell Scotty
You’re in class and you can see Fred in the corner writing something and sending it your way.
“Y/N here. It’s from Fred.”
Scotty heard that.
“Why is Fred Weasley sending you notes?” He whispered yelled from next you. You just shrug.
You’re so getting him for this.
You raise your hand.
“Yes Ms. L/N?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?” Professor Snape nods and you rush to the bathroom.
_____
You read the note.
‘Meet at the courtyard at 10:30.
-Freddie ;)’
You smile and go back to class.
_____
“Hey Freddie.” He turns around and a smile coats his face. His dimples showing.
“Hey darling, about the thing I said, I meant it. I can treat you way better than he can. Just leave him please.
You feel really bad about what you’re going to say.
“I can’t Fred. I just can’t. Let’s just continue what we’re doing okay?”
It’s not that you don’t believe Fred it’s just that you don’t how Scotty is going to react if he finds out you’ve been fucking someone behind his back for a whole year.
You can tell he is heartbroken that you wanna continue this but he does nod sadly because he wants you to be happy.
I can't believe he's so trusting
While I'm right behind you thrusting
You grab the headboard to stop you from falling face first into the bed. You don’t know who got Fred so angry but you want angry more often.
Then your phone started to ring.
“Oh my god! It’s Scotty! Fred stop.”
He kept going.
“Answer the phone darling just be quiet.”
Fiona's got him on the phone
And she's trying not to moan
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing
“Hey Baby!” You bite your lip trying not to moan. “Hey Scotty! Not to be mean but why are you calling?!”
“Why do you sound like that?” Fred stifled a laugh thinking this shit was funny. You look back and he’s biting back a laugh.
“Scotty I’m kinda busy right now.”
“Ok baby call me when you’re done I. love you.”
“Uh huh yea bye.”
Scotty obviously thought your behavior was weird and he was definitely confronting you about it tomorrow.
You don’t care, you’re getting your back blown by someone who can actually make you cum.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
You’re in the courtyard with Angelina. You obviously knew Fred’s and Angie’s history but he always assured you that you were the only one.
As you were talking you see in the corner of your eye Scotty is speed walking towards you two.
“Hey Scotty. What’s wrong?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You grab his hand and walked to an empty classroom. You didn’t even have time to close the door.
“Are you fucking Fred Weasley Y/N?!” Your eyes widened.
“Excuse me?!”
'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
“What got you to that bullshit conclusion?!” Even if it is true you’re still shocked that he would accuse you of this.
“The notes? And don’t think I don’t see you two eye fucking each other every chance you get!”
Even though he treats you like shit. You’re surprised that he is so effected by this.
“Just tell me now Y/N. How long?”
You stay silent. You roll your eyes.
“We never did anything Scotty!”
“Is that what you were doing when I called you the other day? You were getting fucked! It was a three way call! Wow Y/N I thought you were better than this!”
“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of such bullshit! I would never do that to you. We’ve been dating for almost three years and you think I would throw all that shit away!”
He just stayed there. Then walked out pushing your shoulder in the process.
You had a feeling shit was going to hit the fan.
We'll put on a show
Everyone will go
“Weasley!” Scotty yelled.
Fred was walking with George when he heard his name. He turned around to see a pissed off Scotty aka your boyfriend.
Oh shit.
“Yes Scotty?”
“Are you fucking my girl?”
He put a pretend confused look on his face.
“And why would I do that?” He had a condescending tone. With a smile on his face.
“I don’t care for your tone Weasley and I know your bitch ass fucked her!” He pushed him so hard Fred almost fell down.
You walked to where the yelling was coming from and see a small crowd around Scotty and Fred.
Everyone can see in Fred’s face that he wanted to beat his ass but he saw you so he didn’t.
Just walked away.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
“Why didn’t you punch him Freddie?” You were in his dorm. You were laying on his chest and he was drawing shapes on your back. You love the moments when it’s no sex just love and admiration for each other.
“I just saw your face and I didn’t want you to see me differently. You never saw me angry let alone fight anyone and I didn’t want to change your view of me.” You smile at his mini confession that he cares about what you think of him.
“Ok just know nothing will change how I feel about you Freddie.”
“Me too darling.”
The parkin' lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top
“Oh god, keep going like that darling.” You throw your head back and arch your back. He starts to suck on your nipple, switching every now and then.
This made you stutter your hips.
“Fuck Freddie!” You came all over him. He went two seconds after.
“God! it’s so cool when you’re on top.” You just laugh.
His front lawn in the snow
Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
You had no idea how you were swayed into fucking on Scotty’s front lawn during Christmas break.
“Fred if he walks out we’re dead.” He shushed you and kept going.
“He deserves this anyway Y/N.”
I did her on his birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Scotty
Happy birthday to you
Everyone in the courtyard turned to your singing. Which isn’t that bad. Tolerable.
“Happy Birthday Scotty!” You yelled with several presents in your hands.
You might hate the guy but everyone deserves presents on their birthday.
“Thank you baby.” He gave you a peck.
Fred saw this bullshit and walked out the courtyard.
_____
“Fred we can’t do this on his birthday! That’s like having sex at a funeral!” You whispered yelled as he tried to unbutton your blouse. You two were in a storage closet together. Nothing but a little light on.
“Come on please?” He has that one look that always made you fold on his face.
“Ok.” He smiled and went to his knees.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
“So are y’all ever planning on telling him?” Fred turned to George. “Only if she wants too.”
“I don’t know how y’all do it. Especially you, I mean you had a major crush on her ever since they got together.”
“Ok Georgie you don’t have to say all that.”
Little did they know you were right behind the door.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty will know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty's gotta know
“I mean he already had speculations about you two. But I don’t think he would like that you confirmed his speculations Freddie.” Fred asked George if it’s a good idea to tell Scotty without your permission.
Which is bad but he really wanted this sneaking around shit to be over.
I'm gonna tell Scotty
Gonna tell him myself
“Ima tell him. I don’t care I’m tired of this shit.”
“Wait Fred that’s not a good ide-!”
Fred was already out the door.
_____
“Hey Scotty!”
He turned around and had a ‘the fuck are doing here?’ look.
“I just wanted to-.” He stopped himself, thinking of how you would react and he didn’t want you upset.
“What Weasley?”
“Nothing just you shouldn’t accuse people of shit if you don’t have any evidence.”
Fuck.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
“You didn’t tell him?! What happened to ‘i don’t care I’m tired of this shit’ .
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t sound like that. I just thought about the consequences and didn’t do it.”
“I can not believe that Fred Weasley is whipped. Pussy whipped at that!”
“Shut up George!”
Scotty has to
Scotty has to
Scotty has to go
“Hey darling. What’s up?”
You knocked on his door and started crying.
“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?!”
“I wanna be with you Freddie.”
He felt the whole world stop. You want him not Scotty. This is the happiest day of his life.
“I didn’t do it yet but Scotty has to go.”
He loves you.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell Scotty)
Today is the day you are going to break up with Scotty for good this time.
You all around the school for him and finally see him talking with his friends.
“Hey Scotty! Can we talk?”
He nodded skeptically and you took his hand to an empty classroom.
“We need to break up.”
“What the fuck?!”
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell Scotty)
“I need to put me first you know? And you can’t do any bullshit excuses or the gifts. Nothing! I mean nothing will get me back to you ok? So bye and we can’t be friends after this.” You just left him speechless.
You feel so fucking free.
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty’s gotta go!
“Freddie I did it! I broke up with him! I can be with you now!” You were jumping up and down in his room. He just has the most ecstatic smile on his face. He grabbed you and smashed his lips on yours.
What a fucked up love story.
That is so bad! So bad
An: hope y’all enjoy this 😍😍 this was a long one and I love it sooo until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: pope and Maybank reader)
#Spotify#my lovers on top#hogwarts x reader#fred weasly x reader#weasley x reader#george weasley#scotty doesn't know
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Needy
Summary: You teasing Stiles.
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 806
Warnings: some body insecurity other than that pure fluff. Brotherly Scott.
A/n: I know it’s kind of weird if you’d kiss your brother but I thought it was cute Scott and the reader have a good connection, while making Stiles jealous. (Kiss on the cheek)
I was about to part ways to my next class. “Baby,” he called out to me, I turned my head to look at him. “I love you,” he told me. “I know,” I replied, while turning back to leave once again. But I felt a hand around my wrist stopping me. “Say it back,” he said, he looked so beautiful, he made my heart warm. “It back,” I replied. “Y/nnnn,” he whined, frustratingly. I silently smirked.
“Stilesss,” I whined back. He gave me a look, more like a pouty face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while his hands went around my waist. “Love you,” he rolled his eyes at me. He looked at our best friend Scott, “Scott can you believe this?” He said. Scott just smiled, he loved our relationship. “What? I said it back.”
“She literally did,” Scott pointed out. We both laughed, while Stiles had a serious face on. “You might wanna look away Scotty,” I looked at him, while still having my arms around Stiles’ neck. While I was looking at Scott for his response, Stiles kissed me on the cheek. “Yes ma’am,” Scott looked away. I looked back at Stiles to see his eyes sparkle, already knowing what’s coming. I leaned in slowly, Stiles leaned in as well. I backed away to tease him, but I eventually kissed him. I backed away after a few kisses, “Thank you,” he whispered against my lips. Giving Scott the cue to look back.
“Awesomeee,” Stiles sang. Scott stifled a laugh, “Don’t think I forgot about you Scotty.” Stiles knew what that meant too. I grabbed Scott’s face and moved it to the side. I kissed him on the cheek, while looking at Stiles. “Muah, muah, muah.” I kissed him again. “Okay!!” Stiles said, “Baby, you know it’s nothing.” Which was true. This was just a thing I did to Scott to make Stiles a little bit jealous. “I know.” Scott was like my brother.
I looked Stiles face to face and pecked him on the lips. “I’m gonna head to class.” They both nodded.
Stiles was coming upstairs, I laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He opened the door, “Y/nn,” he sang excitedly. “Didn’t know you’d be in my room.” I didn’t say anything, he laid next to me, his hand going around my stomach. “Stiless,” I whined, looking at him. He was already looking at me. “Baby, we’ve talked about this.” I made a face, “I love you, you know that, so can I keep my hand here?” My heart warmed and I nodded. “I love every part of you,” he added. My stomach imploded with butterflies.
I turned around on my side to look at him. I brought my hand to his face, he moved to his side as well. His hand went to my face. I smiled at him, “Words can’t describe how much I love you Stiles.” He smiled widely, “Finally you said it.” I laughed lightly, “I do say it. I just like messing with you,” I explained myself. I caressed his face and looked into his eyes. “Your eyes are really pretty.” He flushed a bit, “So are yours.” I smiled at him, and leaned in, his mouth opened trying to kiss me, but once again I backed away. “Always teasing me,” he said against my mouth. I kissed him. Hard. Like I meant, every single fucking word I said. He moaned while kissing me. His hand left my face and went down to my waist all the way to my thigh. He picked my leg up and put it around his waist.
I pulled apart and looked at him, we both were out of breath. He licked his plumped lips and we laid next to each other, just admiring each other. His hand was still on my thigh, his thumb went back and forth, giving me butterflies. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I repeated, while kissing his face. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He got up and got between my legs and hovered over me. “You’re so hot,” he told me. I grabbed a pillow from behind me and covered my face. He pulled the pillow away. “Hey. I wanna see your face,” he pouted. I rolled my eyes, “But I mean it Y/n.”
I looked him straight in the eyes, “Estoy tan enamorada de ti.” He licked his lips again but looked slightly confused, “I don’t know what the fuck you said, but hot.” I smiled at him, “I said, I’m so in love with you.” “So am I.” He kissed me, our heads moved in sync. He was my safe place. “Can you go get me some water?” “Sure baby, that makes two of us.”
#stiles stilinski#stiles x reader#stiles fanfiction#fluff#imagine#one shot#brother#scott mccall#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#cutestiles
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Star Trek TOS : A Private Little War
I love the green blood details like obviously Bad Thing happening but I love continuity ✨
Kirk is so worried :( don't worry he's gonna be fineeee
THE WAY HES SITTING ON THE STRETCHER :((((((
Omfg they beam down and IMMEDIATELY GET MAULED 💀
Oh my god CHAPEL NO YOURE LITERALLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM DONT HOLD HIS HAND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS-
Like, chapel, I get that you care about him and that's great but you've gotta know it's one sided, like, you're essentially KISSING HIM while he is unable to protest like w h a t
Love Chapel tho don't get me wrong
Girl, what sort of witch craft is this???
Also William Shatner's acting is so special like no one does it like him WHAT IS HE DOING
GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING???
"OUR SOULS HAVE BEEN TOGETHER HE IS MINE NOW" EXCUSE ME???
McCoy is so great tho, like you're awesome, Doc
Friendship :D
Sketchy witch woman
FRIENDSHIP :D
M'Benga love you bestie thank you for being the only responsible one , Spock would be dead without you 🙏
"anything he says?" Chapel I know you're down bad but please, our boy is DYING
Witch girl wants VIOLENCE and honestly I can't blame her much. she's schemeing
Haha firesticks (I am watching this show on a fire stick)
An old custom among my people called : BE GRATEFUL , YOUD BE DEAD WITHOUT ME
Kirk subtly defending his friend, I love it. NO! I SAID I WILL NOT KILL. Kill or be killed but how about no kill? No kill at all please, I'll take that.
I'd like it if there was a normal woman in this show but oh well
OOOOOOOP THE KLINGONS!!!
"I'll make a Klingon of you yet :D" so sweet <3
Hehe Kirk is leaping around I love it he's like a doe
PFFFF ME WHEN MY PHONE GOES OFF IN CLASS 💀
SPOCK NOOOOOOO WAIT .
PFJDSLJFKDKDN WHY ARE WE ALWAYS SLAPPING HIM IN THE FACE
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN????" Oh my fucking god, Scotty was just walking by and saw the nurse SLAPPING SPOCK IN THE FACE , HE THOUGHT SHE WENT CRAZY
Spock ✨✨✨
Yes Bones I DO think Kirk's out of his mind.
Oh shit. Okay. Oh.
Bones doesn't know what to do but he knows Kirks plan is shit 💀💀💀
Balance Of Power- KIRK YOU HAVENT EVEN TOLD STARFLEET
SPOCK IS BACK 🎉🎉🎉
Kirk please don't fall for the witchcra- ah fuck too late. DUDE NOT W YOUR FRIENDS WIFE; HES GOT A GUN NOW OH NO OH- OH?
She IS the drama
Murder is wrong™
OOOOOOOO PLEASE CAN SHE DIE?
Nope NVM just stealing
This barbie craves violence- THIS BARBIE IS A TRAITOR???
This barbie is dead 💀
"you can't kill a computer" -> Bones is happy Spock didn't die
THATS IT???? THATS FUCKING IT????
WHAT????
KIRK JUST FUCKED SHIT UP EVEN MORE AND THEN FUCKING LEFT 💀💀💀 AND NOW THEY ARENT EVEN DOING THE WHOLE BALANCE OF POWER THING!!!
they were asking how long it would take to bring more weapons, ya know, to do their whole balance of power plan, and KIRK JUST BACKTRACKED
So I guess his friend is dying, then-
I am living for the Spock Angst tho, I love that. It's so funny that Spock gets slapped in the face so much in so many different episodes.
If I do a rewatch I literally might just watch all of the Spock scenes cus that's my take away from this-
This rants pictures have been taken from this star trek website ✨✨✨
#star trek tos#star trek a private little war#the review no one asked for but deep down you all needed ✨#goofy jelly thoughts#the original series#spock#kirk#mccoy#chapel is here too#idk lmao
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Miraculous Montana (Michael Italiano)
Michael hated you, but maybe the trip to Montana helped. Angsty.
Note: I wrote it, I didn't like it, and then I rewrote it. I don't really know if this fic makes much sense. I started this in August and while cleaning my drafts found it again. I hope you like this.
Warning: blood. A creep and some verbal harassment.
How can you love someone who despises you? Basically watching him being a sweetheart with everyone else. He was caring, intelligent, attractive... He had everything. It was annoying. But he didn't liked me. He had me craving what he gave to anyone but me.
When I started working with Danny, managing the aesthetically stuff about his label, designing merch, creating content... Michael wasn't happy. He didn't like to have me around. He was always grumpy and ignored me. Why? It was still a mistery to me.
Now we were in Montana, riding our bikes between giants, huge mountains surrounding us. It was special. The place was beautiful. I was riding with Scotty and Dan, being stupid and just enjoying like kids.
It was awesome, really. I never had so much fun.
"YN! It's not that hard!" They were insisting on me crossing the river. There was a huge fallen tree and we were supposed to use it as a bridge.
"It is! I'm a graphic designer not and athlete!"
"Corey crossed and he is a photographer!"
"Fuck off, Daniel!"
I put the first foot on the old wood and it cracked a bit.
"OH shit"
"We don't have the whole day, fuck" I heard Michael groan.
"Shut up, Italiano"
I took another step and it cracked again.
"Fuck..." I looked at them. Danny, Cody and Scotty were laughing so hard, Blake was recording and Michael was looking away, arms crossed on his chest and tense posture. "If I die frozen in a river it's all your fault."
I took another step and it made a louder noise. I let a loud squeak noise.
"Fine." Michael groaned and walked in my direction, he climbed on the tree too and reached a hand. "I'll help you"
"No! You must be over 100 kilos! Climb down! You and all your muscles will break it!"
The others laughed.
"YN, stop being so stubborn and grab my hand."
I scoffed and obeyed. He was an idiot and so rude with me but he had those brown eyes and I couldn't resist.
I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me cross the river. As I reached the other side, his hand let go off mine and I almost trip.
"Oh fuck, Italiano. Didn't you want to help?" I said.
He only gave me a side look and walked away.
I frowned and Scotty pinched my cheek.
"So brave"
He gave me a bear hug and I laughed, forgetting about the stupid trainer fast. Soon we were on our bikes again.
The air was hitting my face and it was so so fresh. I was glad that Danny had given me one of his huge hoodies because I would be freezing.
Scotty and Daniel were riding with no hands, keeping them on their back as I followed them laughing.
Cody was recording next to me and Blake and Michael were in front.
But somehow, Daniel tripped with a rock or something, braked way too fast and...
Don't run over Daniel, he has to race!
"Shit, Daniel!"
I tried to avoid him and... PAM!
I flew. I literally flew. I stopped touching the bike and instead I ended up in a bush and kind of everything hurt.
"YN! Shit YN!"
"Oh fuck"
"Where is she?"
"I can see her foot"
"Is it attached to the body?"
I could hear them panicking.
"Fuck" I muttered. "Here!"
When I opened my eyes. All their face were peaking through the branches.
"Are you okay?" Daniel asked in panic.
"Is breathing enough?"
"Nop"
"My leg hurts." I said looking around. "Someone give me a hand. I need to get out of here"
"Yeah, move guys."
His deep voice alarmed me. Soon, Michael's hands were grabbing mine.
"Mate, be careful" Scotty said touching his arm.
"I know" Michael groaned.
His hands felt so delicate when they tried to grab me by my arms, right under my armpits. I grabbed onto him and he pulled me out of the bush who had different spines that gripped my clothes hard. Poor Danny, his hoodie would be a mess.
"Ouch" I said as soon as I put my feet on the ground.
"Oh shit, she is bleeding." Daniel walked away covering his eyes.
Blake was pulling leaves and tiny branches out of my hair and Cody was checking the phone. Scotty was looking from a few meters away, pale as a ghost and panic on his eyes.
"Fine, let's see. You can steady yourself here" I looked at Michael and for a moment I felt numb. What the fuck is he talking about?. "I have to check that leg. Maybe you have broke something"
Why so worried?
He knelt down and I had to grab his shoulders. I looked down. He slowly lifted my sweats, revealing a very much wounded shin.
"Oh no" I groaned, then fully aware of the pain. There was fresh blood flooding out of my skin. The grey pants were now broken and stained red.
"Okay, it's fine. It doesn't look broken and you are standing, so good news." He said sighing and touching my ankle on different places.
"It hurts" I mumbled.
He looked up at me.
"I know."
His eyes looked at me in a different way. I saw no anger, no annoyance. He was worried.
"Guys, there is no signal" Cody said showing us his phone.
I groaned.
"I can't ride the bike. It fucking hurts so much"
We all stayed in silence, exchanging looks and thinking.
"That looks so bad. What were you doing?" Daniel said looking at my leg.
"Trying to not crash with mister F1 driver!" I exclaimed.
"Okay, you guys go and pick the car. I stay here with her" Michael said.
Wait what?
"No, hey. Why you? Scotty can. Right? Or Blake. Or Cody. Even Danny!"
What the fuck was going on with him? He hated me for years and now he wanted to stay with me and play the babysitter.
"Yes, YN. You hurt yourself and I'm the only one who has a little knowledge in case you need more help"
I opened my mouth to answer, but was there really something to say? He was right after all. I didn't trust the others for their first aid knowledge.
"Fine. Nice plan. Mate, don't let the bears eat her." Scotty said. "I want her alive for dinner"
Michael looked up at Scotty and rolled his eyes. Why was he like this? Why was suddenly he so dry with angry at Scotty?
"We will come back fast" Danny said.
"Not too fast, the road is awful!" I exclaimed when they were already leaving. I didn't want them to have an accident because of me.
The moment we lost the sight of them, the most thick and uncomfortable silence fell between us.
Fine. Now let's wait here in the middle of the forest, close to late afternoon, the sunset, in a place full of bears and all kind of wild animals, with a man that hates me and with whom I'm madly in love with.
"I'm going to sit" I said in a whisper.
I tried to walk and hide the pain. I didn't want him all worried over me.
I bit my lip and walked down the road while looking for a rock.
"YN, wait"
He grabbed my arm but I pulled.
"I'm fine"
"No, you are bleeding. Let me..."
"Don't pretend you care now, Italiano" I snapped. "I'm fine. I can do it on my own"
He stopped walking and I put some distance. I found a proper rock and sat on it. I looked a down. The blood was now staining my shoes.
"Fuck" I groaned.
I pulled my bottle of water and took a deep breath. Slowly, I poured some on the nasty wound and hissed. Fuck.
"Let me"
"No"
"YN, let me."
"I said no!"
"You will hurt yourself more!"
"Why do you care?"
His brown eyes looked at mine and I saw a million thoughts running around his mind. His face turned pink and he frowned. He was angry.
"Stop being so stubborn and just let me take care of you"
I felt the air leaving my lungs and then I was unable to resist.
He waited for a couple of seconds before kneeling in front of me.
"Fine. Just... I'm going to clean it a bit and then we will cover it at the house."
I nodded but didn't say anything. He may hate me, but he made my heart jump like a roller-coaster.
He took a first aid kit from his bag. Obviously he had one.
He pulled some antiseptic and cotton.
"It may..."
"Okay"
He sighed.
"Okay. Ready?"
"Yes."
He poured some directly on the wound and I groaned and cursed.
"Sorry" He whispered.
Seeing him being so gentle with me was so strange. So unlikely.
"It's not deep. Only a bad scratch."
I hummed.
"It will hurt during days, though"
Why do you care?
He cleaned all the blood that had dripped down my leg and put everything back on his bag.
"Okay. Now we'll wait"
I hugged myself and look at the road. They would take their sweet time. We weren't that close.
He sat on the floor, his back against the rock and sighed.
The silence was horrible, the tension was unbearable and I just wanted to take the bike and go home. Why the fuck had him offered himself? Someone else could have cleaned the wound. He could just leave the kit and go. There was no need to stay here frowning and playing with his watch because he hated me so much to start a simple conversation.
The worst thing was how light was fading and soon there would be none. And there were so many noises in the wood. Probably raccoons waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
"Stop it"
"What?"
"Stop tapping with your foot. It's making the would bleed more." He said.
I looked down. I haven't even noticed.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. It will only hurt yourself"
I bit my lip. He was looking at the woods on the other side of the road. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He looked good. The blue of his raincoat made his light skin look even lighter. He had that beard from some days and his hair was messy because of the helmet.
"You should stop your thing with Scotty" He said.
I frowned.
"My thing with Scotty?"
"You shouldn't flirt with engaged guys"
I blinked fast. Had I hitted my head on the fall?
"You are a fucking cunt. I can't fucking believe you, Michael. This is getting out of hand"
I got up and tried to walk away, not getting far obviously because 1, I was in pain and 2, I was so fucking scared. But the anger wouldn't let me stay next to him.
Flirting with Scotty? Why the fuck did he thought I was flirting with Scotty? He was such an idiot.
"If you payed more attention you would see how Scotty is one of my best friends and almost a brother for me." I said out loud for him to hear. "You are just an idiot whi can't see further than your own abs. There is more than you and your stupid training, you know? People have feelings. You can just go around saying stuff like other's criticism can only make you stronger and then be a fucking prick with the people around you." I didn't even looked at him as I rambled. I kicked a pebble in anger and it fucking hurt. "Shit"
I wanted to cry. I just wanted him to be at least my friend. I wasn't asking for him to fall in love with me. I only needed him to not hate me.
"YN..."
"Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. You shouldn't have stayed. I could have waited alone"
No. I couldn't have. I was terrified. There wasn't almost any light anymore.
I heard him sigh defeated.
I stayed there, leaving my weight on the good leg and breathing deeply to not whince in pain.
Some minutes ago, I saw the lights and my mood light up. Finally.
The car, or that buggy they loved so much, stopped in front of me. Daniel and Scotty were on it. I sighed happily.
"Hey, you are standing. No need to cut that leg?" Scotty said.
"Yet" I pointed.
They laughed.
"Let's go. It's getting all dark and cold."
I sat on the back of the buggy and sighed on relief. The little bitch hurt. Michael sat next to me and gave me a look I couldn't read. He was giving me baby cow eyes and it was so confusing.
"Let's go"
It didn't took us long to arrive, Danny was using his best (and most dangerous) skills.
Once we got in the house, Scotty was fast to help me climb the stairs on the porch.
"If you need us to carry you to the bed, just say it" Danny added.
"I can manage that. Thank you guys" I pinched their cheeks and they both laughed.
I walked to the toilet, I wanted to cover the wound and changed into clean and not broken clothes. But a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. I shivered. I knew perfectly who he was.
"Let me do it"
I closed my eyes for a second. Five minutes. Only five minutes.
I simply nodded.
He had left his stuff outside, just like me.
I sat in the toilet and he looked down at me. I saw how he wanted to speak but was afraid to do it.
"Okay. Um... Do you mind if..."
"Just do whatever you have to do" I said avoiding his puppy eyes. I didn't had that much self control.
He took what he needed and knelt in from of me.
Carefully he took my shoe and sock off. He was so delicate, as if I would break. With gentle movements he cleaned the wound again and covered it.
"We will check it tomorrow"
"We?"
He sighed and looked into my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you..."
"I don't care."
I got up and left.
A couple of hours later, I was sitting with Danny on the fire. The others were inside.
"Why do you have Mike looking like a lost puppy? I used to think he could fight bears and stuff and now he looks like he could barely fight Winnie the Pooh." He said.
I took a deep breath.
"To be fair? Revenge."
"Revenge?"
"You know, he has been treating me like shit for years. He is receiving some of his own medicine"
"YN... That's..."
"Fucked up? Yes. I know. But he really came and told me to stop flirting with Scotty."
"Why were you-"
"I wasn't!"
"Oh shit. He really is stupid." He said more to himself.
"Why do you say that?"
He played dumb.
"Daniel"
"Give him a try, please"
"I did. I gave him a long ass try. I left him try for years and he has just been a cold piece of shit and..."
"Actually, I think you are this angry because you like him. You like him a lot. I have eyes. Don't deny it. He is an idiot? Yes. You did nothing wrong, really."
I looked away. I had nothing to say.
"The thing is that maybe... Only maybe... You should give him one last try. He has been so blind for so long. Maybe he is just starting to realize now"
"Do you think I can go on as if he hadn't ignored me for years? Or I can forget all this shitty comments? I can forget all of that only because he now has decided that he wants to help me and do some charity work"
"YN..."
"I can't, Daniel."
"I know. I know. I'm not asking you to marry him. I'm asking you to try to stay civic. To have a good relationship."
I frowned.
"For me?"
"Don't put an adorable face, Ric"
Next day went in a blur. Michael had kept the distance he had only come to me when suddenly the wound had started bleeding again. We didn't talk much then.
Now I was sitting watching the rodeo, kind of tired and consumed by thoughts. I hadn't slept well plus I had been limping around the whole day.
"I think I need a beer" I told Blake.
"Do you need me to go with you?"
"No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" I lied. I didn't want them to worry.
"Fine. Buy one for me"
"Of course"
I walked to one of the bars as fast as I could. Which wasn't much. I leaned over the bar and waited patiently.
"Hey, miss. Did your man fuck you so hard you can't walk?!" I tried to ignore the wave of nausea. I knew that that raspy deep vpice was talking to me. "Are you deaf or somethin? I bet I could fuck you harder. I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't end up limping, you would have to stay in bed for days"
I closed my eyes for a second and breathed through my nose.
"Such a little thing... I see... So delicate and tiny."
Then I felt his hand on my waist and I turned around so fast. I hitted his arm and tried to move away. Why was no one doing anything? Other men were just there looking.
"Oh, a fighter"
I walked back and tripped, hurting my leg and groaning in pain.
"L-leave me alone"
"No"
"Please"
"You will be begging me to fuck you in a few minutes. Come with me and..."
Out of nowhere and fast as a lightning, Michael appeared and stepped in front of me.
"Mate. You should leave"
"I don't want to"
"I don't care what you want or not. Leave"
"What the fuck is an aussie doing here? Get the fuck out of my way, I was having a conversation"
"You were not"
I grabbed Michael's arm when he straightened his back. I didn't want him to start a fight. That was the last thing I needed.
He looked down at me.
"Let's go, Michael." I said trying to stay as calm as possible.
"Okay"
To see us ignoring him, the man got even angrier.
"You little whore..."
"Fuck off, mate."
Soon Michael had an arm around my waist and was helping me to walk away. I was shaking.
"YN..."
"It's fine. I'm fine." I completely lied to him.
"You don't..."
"I said I'm fine!" I felt so humiliated and frustrated.
He looked into my eyes for a second, then in front of us.
"Fine. Okay."
I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting close to them. Gladly, Michael didn't told them anything. Instead, he stayed with me and didn't left me alone when the other went to buy a drink or use the toilet.
After dinner. Daniel and Scotty had passed out in the sofas, they had drunk so much beer. Blake was tipsy and watching something stupid on TV and Corey was no where to be seen.
I knew that Michael was outside. I had seen him leave a whole ago.
I hadn't stopped thinking. I wanted to know what had changed on him.
I got up and threw a blanket on. Then, I walked to the porch. He was sitting in the swing and the metal was doing that awful noise, he had an empty beer bottle on his hand and was looking at the sky.
When the door closed behind me, he turned his face. For a moment we didn't speak. How the fuck do I start?
I decided that the first step was sitting next to him. I got comfortable on the seat.
"I never said thank you" I said. He may be a dick, but he had helped me with that creep.
"It's nothing"
I nodded and looked back at the sky.
"Are you okay?"
Am I? No. Definetly not.
"I'm not sure"
"Do you want to talk?"
I looked at him.
"I want to talk about why you have started caring about me now. Why not when we met? Why have you been such a big prick and what has changed now?"
He closed his eyes for a while.
"I'm sorry"
"That's not enough. I deserve an explanation because I just wanted us to be friends like the others and you have ignored me. For years!" I felt a tear falling down my face and I cleaned it furiously "And now you come here to play the hero! Right after accusing me of things that only existed in your head. How do you think I feel?!"
"I wish I could take it all back and start over" He said.
I looked at him. That's all?
He grabbed my hand and I felt my breath hitching on my throat. My eyes fell on his face and my heart rate went crazy.
"I was scared of you. I really liked you the first days. You were always happy and smiling and Daniel loved you and was so happy with you working for him... I don't know..."
"You were jealous of Danny?"
"No! When I say he loved you it's more like... I don't know. You have a great friendship. It happened so fast, you won him over a few days"
"You were scared of me being a substitute?"
He nodded.
"Are you stupid? How the fuck I'm going to get something with Danny stronger than what you have?"
"I am."
"I'm glad you can see it"
"I'm sorry" He said once more.
I leaned back.
"And why are you so keen to help me right now? What changed?"
"I think... I think I'm getting old"
It made me laugh.
"Did you run out of hate or something?"
"I never hated you"
I stayed silent.
"I understand that maybe you don't believe me. And I know that you won't forgive me so easily. But I never hated you. I was on defense mode."
"For how long? I have worked with you for years. You have ignored me for years"
He looked at me.
"You won't ever know how much it hurt to be treated like that. To see how sweet you are with the others and how you treated me like shit." I tried to get up and walk away, but pain shot up my knee and I lost balance.
Michael caught me fast and made me sit again.
"Be carefull please." He whispered.
I closed my eyes and cleaned a tear that had fallen.
"How do I forget about this years? You've hurt me so bad. I-I can't simply accept that you were just on a defensive mode"
His arms were still around me. I wanted to lean closer, to rest my forehead on his. But I could not.
"Let me make it up to you"
"How?"
He was quick, he cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I gasped for air when he pulled back.
"Let me show you I'm really sorry. Please. I care about you. Give me an opportunity to treat you how you deserve."
And how could I say no when he was looking at me like that.
"Let me take care of you and help you heal. I Wan to fix the damage I caused"
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
"Okay"
"Yeah?"
With a hand on the back of his neck, I sealed it with a kiss.
"Only one"
"I won't waste it."
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15 OC Questions
Thanks for the tag, @druidx! I, too, used a randomizer for this, and the wheel told me I should have Guetry answer...so here we are lmao
tagging @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @oh-no-another-idea, and @pertinax--loculos to do this too! no pressure, obvs.
▽ Guetry Danon Sympa —
Are you named after anyone?
Nope. Well...actually, I think Danon comes from a great-great-great grandfather on my dad's side. Yeah. Danny Sympa—the founder of our vineyard, actually—was Danon, I believe. My mom came up with Guetry because she liked it.
When was the last time you cried?
I don't cry that often, believe it or not. But I think the last time I really let loose was after watching that stupid movie Alec made me watch about the twins that died on separate planets. Something about twins, man, I've got, like, a soft spot for them or something, I swear.
Do you have kids?
...I don't think I'm cut out to be a dad. A good dad, anyway. I've got too much baggage. What with everything I went through with my mom, and being an addict, and the fact that I could barely keep my poor sisters sane as they grew up, I dunno. I'm just not made of strong enough stuff.
Do you use sarcasm?
I think I'm allergic. [sniffs]
What's the first thing you notice about people?
The way they look at anything. People, things in front of them, me, anything. I can tell a lot by the way someone looks at, say, a sandwich. If you're looking at it like it's the best fucking part of your day, you're honestly so cool and maybe a little sexy.
What's your eye color?
Blue. I tried to have a color-changing procedure at the hospital after Scotty was put into my head, but the doc was not receptive to the idea. I said why the fuck not? All I can see half the time is purple anyway, why not portray that outwardly? They said no. And then they stuck me with a six-point-five-billion-credit bill and bullied me until I cried. Ah, that was the last time I cried. [laughs]
Scary movies or happy endings?
Hear me out...a scary movie with a happy ending. Turns out nobody actually dies and the blood-sucking murder clown was really the friends we made along the way.
Any special talents?
Yeah, but I can't talk about them in mixed company.
Where were you born?
Somewhere on the outskirts of The Void.
...Okay, Texas. I was born in Texas.
What are your hobbies?
Well, I've got a band to help maintain. That's Skywaste; I'm the guitarist/keyboardist/digital jockey and also a vocalist, and Alec is the other vocalist and the drummer. I don't really have any other hobbies as being a galactic superstar and an agent for the Consortium take up literally all of my time.
Have you any pets?
Nah. Unless you count the AI in my brain. [Guetry's tattoo and temple flash. He smiles.] Apparently he does not.
What sports do you play/have played?
I tried baseball for a second when I was in school, and that ended quite abruptly when I got pissed off at the pitcher and beaned the ball at his face.
How tall are you?
Six-foot-three, last time I checked. Though I have a pair of boots that get me closer to six-five, six-six. A friend made me try on her heels from her job once and I was near six-nine...the fact that I ate that look didn't scare me so much as just being so high up I had my own cloud system around my head.
Favorite subject in school?
Math. It's weird. Can't do math for shit, but I really enjoyed it.
Dream job?
I'd say I'm doing it now, but that's not entirely true. If I could retire from the 'Sort and just do music full-time, that would be the dream. As it stands now...I'll be lucky if I can squeeze out a week of retirement from their clutches before I ultimately kick the bucket at a hundred years old or something. [laughs]
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quark watches star trek season 1 episode 5
THE FUCKING DOG....
scotty must feel like a dog owner. dog wants to go outside. dog wants to go inside. kirk wants to beam down. kirk wants to beam up
aw baby kirk is sleeby
KIRK 2??? OBVIOUSLY EVIL KIRK??????
nappy time for kirk
that brandy bottle is the dumbest prop yet
THE DOG IS PLOT RELEVANT???
his TUMMY
LEAVE JANICE ALOOOOOOOONE
ok evil kirk is kinda hot
not when hes being a creep though
nevermind hes not hot i hate him
LEEEEAAAAAVE JANIIICE ALOOOOOOOOOONE
yes janice kill him
WOW this episode is spooky
an IMPOSTER??? AMONG US?????
they keep carrying around that dog in the dumb little special effects its so good
getting duplicated made kirk a sub
this is literally among us
yo did evil kirk just fucking die
oh hes just unconscious
"wed better bind him" uh
spock says without your evil side youre a total cringefail loser beta
FUCKING BRING SULU UP I SWEAR TO GOD
music getting weirdly triumphant for what is truly a dark time
yes kirk. absorb your evil duplicate.
the dog dies......
for someone allegedly exclusively logical spock sure jumps to a lot of conclusions
GET SULU UP GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
leave janice the FUCK alone!!!!!
kirk is normal again :)
GOD THEYRE FINALLY LETTING SULU BACK ON
UGH
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Bus Bros + sharing a chair and nudging the other over :heh:
the thing is. this got absurdly deep in my brain and turned into a sports night au that i have been thinking about for weeks now. this isn't so much a snippet from it as a little intro to it?
("sports night" in "sports night au" refers to the early 00s aaron sorkin comedy that has a very special place in my heart still. it is hopefully somewhat clear from the context, but this is an au in which they host a daily sports show on some network tv channel that's less popular than like, espn, but their show is kind of a cult hit.)
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“First team to the studio, three minutes to air.”
Scott backs through the door to the studio, pushing the final bite of pastry into his mouth, eyes glued to the phone in his other hand. Ashley appears in front of him and starts brushing the crumbs off his jacket.
“Scotty, I swear to god, you’re like a child. Are your hands clean?”
Scott licks the last of the chocolate off his fingers and gives her a grin.
“If you get anything on your shirt collar, I will kill you. It will look like literal shit on screen. And stop tweeting, you know it makes Brian nervous.”
She pats Scott firmly on the cheek and then wheels around, already moving on to fix the next six problems that present themselves.
Scott turns towards the set, still composing his tweet. “Alright Joey?”
“Just grand,” Josef replies, sounding pleased enough that Scott stops typing and looks up. His suspicions prove valid.
“That’s my seat.”
Josef looks up from his notes. The new girl from hair and makeup is hovering behind him, studiously attempting to fix his already perfect hair.
“I think it belongs to Roger, actually,” he says.
“You can’t sit in my seat.” Scott steps behind the desk, and tries to tower over Josef. Even with Josef sitting down, it doesn’t really work. Scott lacks the ability to intimidate people physically. It's one of the reasons he never tried to be a footy player. “That seat shows off my good side.”
Josef reaches up and pats him on the cheek, the opposite one to Ashley.
“Both your sides are good sides, Scotty.”
“Two minutes to air.”
Scott isn't sure why Josef has decided this is his seat today, despite never once showing an interest in it, but he doesn’t show any signs of moving, so Scott takes the only option available to him. He bumps Josef hard with his hip, taking advantage of Josef’s surprise to squeeze onto the third of a seat now available.
Josef squawks, and attempts to wrestle him off for about five seconds, until it’s clear that Scott’s legs are now anchored around the legs and he’s not going anywhere. He tries a different approach.
“You know, I don’t think Brian will like it if we’re both in this seat when we go to air.”
Scott ignores him and starts reading over Josef’s notes in front of him. He snorts at a joke Josef's added into the second segment since their final rundown, and spots an uncorrected error.
“Palou finished fourth, not fifth,” he says. He picks up the pencil and scribbles a note. “Ferrucci got a penalty after the race for the last lap incident with O'Ward.”
“Good,” Josef says. He sticks his elbow into Scott’s side, and Scott sticks right back. “Motherfucker deserved it.”
“Josef, don’t say shit like that when you’re on mic,” Brian yells from behind the glass. Scott gives him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m right,” Josef yells back.
“You are right,” Scott agrees. He personally finds Josef’s feud with an IndyCar driver who doesn’t really know he exists hilarious, and does everything he can to encourage it.
“Don’t encourage him.” Brian’s face is taking on that flush that means he’s going from entertained by them to genuinely stressed out. And can you two quit it with the Bobbsey twins impression? We’re on in sixty.”
“Who the fuck are the Bobbsey twins?”
“I will fire you, McLaughlin.”
Josef is laughing now, and Scott feels the answering flush of pleasure he always does at making that happen.
“I think he really will call Roger and try to get me fired if you don’t get out of my seat,” he says, and Josef finally holds up his hands.
“Can’t have that,” he says. He moves over to the unoccupied seat, then reaches over to drag his notes in front of him. “They might make me do the show with Will.”
“Will would never,” Scott replies. He’s been at PSN for almost two years and he’s only seen Will in person three times. “He’d never give up the road life to sit in the studio and get yelled at by Brian with you.”
“Takes a special kind of person to do that,” Josef says. He winks at Scott, big and showy like he gets in front of the cameras. Scott eats it up anyway.
“Sure does,” he agrees. “They had to go halfway around the world to find one.”
Brian’s voice, sounding relieved now, comes through their earpieces. “Josef, you’ve got the intro, ten seconds then commercial.”
“Roger.”
Scott glances at his notes, then sidelong at Josef. He’s settled into his pre-show routine, long fingers tapping the desk, stretching his neck to one side, then the other.
“You know, if you want me to sit in your lap next time, just ask.”
Josef laughs again, and Scott wonders if the tinge of pink in his cheeks is just from the heat of the studio lights.
“And we’re on in ten, nine—”
The familiar beats of the show settle over Scott. He squashes his grin down into a smirk and turns to face camera 3. Brian holds up a hand, counting down on his fingers now—3, 2, 1—and then points to Josef.
Showtime.
#asks#rpf tag#here's the thing they do not fit into the casey and dan archetypes BUT as themselves they could fit so well#into this kind of universe#the real reason i can't write this is i don't follow american sports closely enough#fir tag#fic asks
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BBS Dialogue Prompts #194
BBS IRL Names & Alias' Prompts: [ 7 ]
CARTOONZ
You’re a shit wife, Delirious, you know that.
We gotta find the duct tape, Delirious, spread out.
You know how to fix it, Delirious, huh? You know how to fix it?
You changed your damn mind, Delirious, huh?
Delirious, can you let go of my fucking face.
Let’s go, Moo!
Good job, Wildcat.
Wildcat, get that power up.
You have no spine, Delirious!
Yeah, Delirious, you’re the one who told me to let you go.
NOGLA
Oh, Brian got blown up as well.
I'll put money on Brian, to be honest.
I want it to be Brian.
I did something for you, Mr. Vanoss.
Hey, Vanoss, good news, good news…Cody died right in front of me as I was trying to get here, and I stole all his shit, like literally everything.
Hey, Vanoss, if anyone asks…I didn’t steal Cody’s stuff, I just borrowed it and reinvested, like a bank.
Good thing Terroriser didn’t see me steal it.
I’m just going to let Cody know…
“No, he won’t,” shut up, Evan.
Let me just say, Cody had a lot of resources.
SMII7Y
Byze, help.
Anthony's going to fuck me up again.
This is perfect, John, this is how you win right here.
John, spit on it.
Oh God, it's even darker in here, John, it's terrifying.
John and I literally held hands through that entire thing.
You know what, John, you're right.
John, don't make us sit here.
John, what are you doing?
Beautiful, John, this is where I went.
BLARG
SMii7y noticed it.
SMii7y, hurry up.
Puffer’s scheming.
Of course Nogla has something, he has twenty-three cards.
I can’t believe Nogla got waterboarded.
No one pay attention to the back of Nogla's cards.
Nogla's not really a threat anymore.
Go ahead, Puffer, make it happen.
Puffer's getting kinda low over there.
Me and Byze are doing something else, don't worry about it.
VANOSSGAMING
Brian, come here!
I’m hoping that I dig, and the other side is Brian.
It's fine, Brock.
Turn around, Brian.
Are you kidding me, Nogla!
How did you keep dying, Moo?
Well done, Nogla.
Brian, is your mic working?
Are you saying Moo should join us?
Goddamnit, Marcel.
TERRORISER
Brock, say a word!
I bet you tell people in real life you’re friends with VanossGaming.
I knew Scotty would go!
Do something Brock, get me away from this hell.
I'm not Nogla, and I'm not going to fucking simp for you.
This isn’t the fucking Olympics, Nogla.
Enjoy the recording session, Brock.
Brock, in a middle of a fucking fight, come on.
Okay, listen, Brock, I’m trying to help.
It’s another week where Nogla gets all the loot.
BASICALLYIDOWRK
Nogla's in a fucking bee costume!
Yeah, cause Nogla cheated!
There’s a guy on Hitch.
Okay, team captains, Brian and Nogla, go.
Evan, over here, over here.
No, Evan, that’s just the first floor, there’s a second floor.
Nogla died.
Where’s Brock?
Run, Evan, run!
Okay, Nogla, lead the way.
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Everlife chapters 30 & 31
Today's review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised
Chapter 30
“Even if Myriad falls, Miss Lockwood will die this day. This time, she will not come back.”
The stupidest thing about this is that this book has already told us that thirdlife is a thing… And that Eron can bring people back whenever he fucking feels like it.
But in the space of a heartbeat, our Light goes out. All Light. There’s nothing left—except darkness. I’m left cold, and empty. Nothing but a shell.
Chapter 30 summary: As you can imagine, trying to convince millions of people to jump into a lake that’s now got a bunch of floating, dead mermaids in it is the stupidest plan. But there’s no other option… Except for the writer quickly trying to finish her own shitty novel. A mysterious light comes and basically “beam me up Scotty” for everybody. When our named characters get to the other side of the lake, they find Sloan and Erika, who say that everybody was “beam me up”... Including the prisoners in the kennels.
Ambroisine and a bunch of semi-named Myriad characters show up to be evil. All of the named Myriads who stood with Ten denounce him and say that they’re siding with Troika. They start fighting. And considering how long that this chapter is, there’s not exactly a whole lot of plot. Lord, I hate battles in books, because NOT ONCE have I read one where it brought anything to the plot.
Anyway, after a real long time, Eron finally shows up and basically calls his brother out on his shit. The two of them start fighting, and our heroes think that this is finally the end. But then Ambroisine stabs his brother, and the light grid goes out.
Chapter 31
I spot Marlowe Dillinger!
Are we supposed to know who the fuck this is?
Oh, who am I kidding. This book was non-stop about chucking names and characters at us, without any sort of context.
Dragons fly through our skies at all hours of the day and night. They’ve caused no trouble. In fact, they’ve helped us. They’ve used their fire to burn away what remained of the bomb debris. Like the people of Myriad, they’d been bound to Ambrosine. The Secondking used the creatures to intimidate and control, and forbade them from interacting with the realm’s citizens.
It’s not so much that I don’t like the dragons. But what I am saying is that the dragons aren’t serving any sort of long-term point in the story. The author thought that they were cool, so she wrote them flying around in Myriad. Because reasons.
Life is precious, and I don’t want to waste a single second.
Chapter 31 summary: To the surprise of literally nobody reading this, Eron turns out to have been a Jesus metaphor all along. (He is literally the son of god; don’t act surprised.) He tells them that only a blood sacrifice of a king could have saved the sinners… They all get to make the decision to go to Troika or to remain in Myriad. The bridge between the realms is rebuilt, and there’s a rush to get to the other side.
As Ten is going, she comes across her father who calls out for her. However, it was a trap, and he tries to stab her one last time. Killian is quick to disarm him, and Ten walks away being like “Bye Leonard. Have a nice afterlife.”
In Troika, everybody is having a happy reunion. Even Troikians who’d experienced their seconddeath, such as Merideth and Elizabeth. I’m not going to question it at this point; thirdlife was rendered useless once we found out that at literally any time, Eron could have brought them back.
Time goes on and Troikians expand the cities to encompass all of the new arrivals. But there’s still the idea that none of this is over, because Ambroise is still alive, and there’s still people like Victor and Leonard who will always side with him. But who cares, because this is the end of the series.
The series/book ends with Ten and Killian coming together for “newlywed” time. I think you know exactly what that means… Even if the book itself is intentionally vague about the entire thing.
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Could you do a Scott Lang x male reader where Scott is in love with reader but he think reader is straight until reader is like "oh my ex boyfriend..." or something like that so Scott confesses his feelings?
Plot: Requested
Pairing: Scott Lang x Male reader
Y/n: Your name
N/n: Nick name
H/c: Hair color
E/c: Eye color
Warnings: Mentions of ex’s, cussing, Scott is an oblivious fuck, some shitty comedy cause why not? Mentions of sex
Word count: 824
Scott Lang thought he was a rather observant person; you have to be when you’re a superhero. The details you find are matters between life and death of hundreds of people, so you have to be pretty damn observant.
Scott was observant, when he was doing the superhero gig, but once he was out of the suit, he was the most oblivious fuck to walk this earth.
See here’s the thing, Scott had joined the Avengers, Yknow the earths protectors about a year ago. He’d met one of the Avenger’s he’d adored since the group had started, Y/n. He was bad ass. He had no powers, similar to Natasha and Clint, but also Like Tony. The man was a genius and could keep up in conversation with Scott.
He didn’t have a big fancy suit like Tony, he built his own weapons and kicked ass on the ground, and while doing that was a complete smart ass to the enemy. Scott adored the other man, and he thought that it wasn’t that noticeable. Until he found out the Avengers had a bet on how long it’d take him to ask Y/n out.
That had been a rather mortifying day. Scott never made a move, why? Well, he was almost certain that his crush was straight. Y/n never once mentioned liking men, and Scott didn’t want to risk the friendship they had for his silly little crush.
Though the crush grew into profound love, and every time he was around the other man Scott felt his heart skip a beat. The two became attached at the hip, almost always together when they didn’t have other plans.
Scott’s feelings only grew, as did the pit in his stomach as time went on. He was so deeply in love with Y/n, but he didn’t think he’d ever get a chance with the other man.
Scott was nursing a hot chocolate in his hands, eyebrows furrowed in thought, it was probably around 3 in the morning, the tower for once strikingly silent. All the inhabitants were either asleep, on their own floors or out on missions, so Scott was able to brood alone.
Or so he thought, but the brunette was torn from his thoughts as the elevator dinged, signaling someone’s arrival. His head tipped up, red sleepless eyes brightening slightly when they landed on Y/n’s familiar form.
“Hey N/n.” Scott greeted the other with a tired smile, earning one in return. “Hey Scotty, Whatcha got there?” Y/n came to his side, gracefully hopping up on the island.
Scott passed the drink over to the H/c haired man, watched his Adams apple dip as he took a sip.
His cheeks turned pink as the other man let out a groan, giving Scott a grin. “Jesus Lang this hot chocolate is delicious. You should’ve tasted my ex-boyfriend’s, tasted like trash water.” A shiver ran down Y/n’s spine, but Scott couldn’t pay attention to it. Ex-boyfriend?
Holy shit he had a chance! Scott almost fell off the bar stool as he stood up, standing in front of the other male.
“You okay there Scotty?” Y/n questioned, eyebrow raised as he watched Scott stand in front of him, head tipped to the side curiously.
“I’m in love with you.” Scott breathed out before he could think about it, his cheeks bright red. His eyes followed Y/n’s tongue as it dipped out to lick hot chocolate from their bottom lip.
“Jesus Christ took you long enough.” Y/n breathed out, grabbing Scott by the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. “I’ve been trying to drop hints for months!”
“What?” Scott asked dumbly, his face blank and cheeks embarrassingly red at the other man’s confession.
“I’ve been flirting with you for months Scott! I literally told you I wanted to rail you last week!” Scott awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving a shy grin.
“I thought you were joking.” He admitted shyly, looking away from the E/c eyes he could get lost in.
Y/n snorted, resting his head on Scott’s shoulder. “God for someone so smart you’re an idiot Scott.” His voice was teasing, which caused a smile to bloom across the brunette’s face.
“I do love you, Y/n.” Scott said after a minute, his voice impossibly soft as he addressed the other man, his fingers hesitantly running across Y/n’s arm.
“I love you too Scotty. So much,” Y/n replied, looking back up at Scott, a soft look on his face. After a second, he pulled the other male in, kissing him heatedly.
The next morning the dining room was full of cheers as a shy looking Scott covered in hickeys and an accomplished looking Y/n walked in.
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Did a little thing for Day 2 of Stackson Week 2021!
Day 2: Trapped together
Pairing: Stackson
Warnings: underage drinking
Word count: 2709
Rating: teen and up
Ao3 link
Stiles knew it was a bad idea to have a party at Lydia’s lake house in the middle of hurricane lever rain and a goddamn flood warning. What’s even worse is he’s the first person to show up! Lydia herself isn’t even here yet. The banshee was kind enough to tell him where they put the hide-a-key so he could get in and out of the storm. Scott and Isaac aren’t picking up or answering his texts. If they’re not here because they’re too busy fucking and Stiles has to be here soaked and alone, he’s going to kill them.
When Stiles gets in the house, he stomps his shoes on the mat to not track in any mud. Lyds would castrate him for that, so he takes them off just to be safe. Slipping out of his jacket, Stiles hangs it on the hook, careful not to let it drip anywhere other than the little rug underneath it. The house is empty and eerily dark. Then again, why wouldn’t it be? He’s the only fucking one here. Making his way into the kitchen, Stiles’ preturbrance only grows.
It doesn’t even look like the place is meant to house a party in the next twenty minutes. Nothing is set up. There isn't a single bag of chips or other snacks on the counter. No pizzas and sandwich platters like her birthday. A keg is not beside the island either. Just two bottles of wine with a sticky note that reads-
“Have fun?”
Oh my god! Stiles jumps and flails, nearly knocking the bottles over on the counter.
“What kind of fucking game is she playing?” Jackson snatches the note, rereading it before flicking it back towards the island.
Still clutching his wildly beating heart, Stiles gasps, “could you maybe announce yourself next time?” He collects himself- mostly. “Not all of us have your little wolf senses. You almost gave me a heart attack, you fuck.”
Jackson snorts and almost playfully bumps him with his shoulder. “Not my fault you left the front door unlocked, Stilinski.”
Fuck this. “I’m leaving.” Stiles stalks back towards the front door, yanking his jacket off the hook and grabbing his shoes. Whipping the open the door, the teen groans loudly, dropping his head back, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”
“What are you bitching about now?” The wolf steps beside him and looks outside, his eyes widen drastically. “Holy shit!”
The lake has officially overflown since they’ve shown up and the driveway is at least three inches deep with water. Jackson’s care looks like it’s barely capable of surviving if it gets too high. Stiles almost cares enough to wonder if they should move it. This fucking storm! Now he’s stuck here with nowhere to go. Yes, he has a jeep, but the road out is no doubt a muddy mess that even Roscoe can’t navigate.
Closing the door and putting his clothes back where they were, Stiles whines, “why would she pick today to do this?” Thinking about the weather his dad forced him to watch this morning. Most cities were calling in downed power lines and massive branches flying through the streets.
She knew this storm was coming. So much so that Lydia even reminded him to wear his boots rather than his sneakers. “I guess I better call Scott, tell him not to come. No use in him getting stuck in the woods like this.” Sures, having his best friend here would make this exceptionally better. But Stiles doesn’t want to break up any fights between a stir crazy Jackson and Isaac. Fishing in his pocket, Stiles pulls out his phone and smashes the call button in annoyance.
“Stiles, hey. I’m sorry I did-” Scott answers on the second ring only to be cut off by Stiles.
“I don’t care if you and Isaac were fucking,” Jackson chuckles at his jab. “Don’t come to Lydia’s. The lake flooded and now Jackson and I can’t leave.”
“Okay,” Scott draws out the word and if Stiles wasn’t mistaken sounds a little confused. Jackson’s brows knit together at the response too. Okay, so it did sound weird then. “I’m sorry you’re stuck there, dude. But maybe this will be a good thing?”
Is he serious? “How the fuck is it supposed to be a good thing to be stuck in a goddamn house with someone who hates my guts?” Stiles’ hand slaps his thigh in exasperation. Not to mention the asshole in question was hotter than hell fire and makes it incredibly hard to be in the same room with him. Not thinking about that when Jackson can smell his chemosignals.
“Well,” Scott drawls, “you did say you had a crush on him.” Stiles blanches and goes stalk still, forgetting how to fucking breathe. Jackson snorts beside him. Stiles is going to kill Scott. “Oh my god! He’s right next to you, isn’t he?”
“I hate you so much right now.” Stiles makes a point to stare at the floor and not at the shuffling wolf beside him. “Well, thanks for getting me killed. Great best friend job, truly. See ya probably never, Scotty.” He promptly hangs up before Scott can answer.
“So,” Jackson purrs and Stiles can’t help but turn and face the wolf. His arms are crossed from where he leans against the wall, one foot propped behind him. Jackson’s face holds that stupid, sexy, douchbag smirk, “you like me?”
He’s not even going to entertain that. Stiles squints at him with his mouth slightly parted. It only makes Jackson chuckle. “I need a drink,” Stiles uses every ounce of self control not to literally run away and back into the kitchen. Sifting through the drawers until he finds the corkscrew, Stiles grabs a bottle. Once the cork is out- that actually had already been opened- Stiles could give fuck all about a glass. He takes a sip directly from the bottle, regretting it at the extensive bitter taste of wolfsbane.
Clearly that one’s for Jackson. He’s courteous enough to slide the wine across the island when Jackson is back in the room. The wolf stares at him as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece and drinks from it, not giving a damn to wipe it after Stiles’ drank first. The other boy just watches before his brain recovers and he opens his own bottle. Setting the cork and opener aside, Stiles grabs the wine and leaves the wolf in the kitchen to go sit in the living room where Lydia keeps the playstation.
Plopping on the couch, Stiles lets himself sink into the cushion and takes several swigs. Actually rather enjoying the slight burn and the warmth that quickly settles in his belly. He can very easily just sit here and watch tv like Jackson doesn’t even exist. Stiles can go to literally anywhere else to be away from the wolf if need be. He cannot believe that Jackson found out he likes him.
Fucking Scott.
It takes a few minutes for Jackson to join him. Stiles already has Supernatural playing and has killed a good third of his wine before the wolf is sitting next to him. Like right next to him. One nervous leg bounce and their thighs or knees will touch. Seriously? Lydia has two couches, a chaise lounge, and two armchairs in her living room. So why is he so close?
Scratch that initial thought. There’s like six other rooms in this big ass house that Jackson could’ve gone to. Why here? Stiles drinks more.
Jackson takes another small sip, looking like he’s barely drank anything from his own bottle before saying, “I have a secret to tell you.”
He fights the eyeroll only just, “what information could you possibly have that I would care about?” Amber eyes stay glued to the flat screen.
“I don’t hate you, Stiles.”
“Oh?” He asks with mock interest. Even though there’s something tickling at his heart that Jackson didn’t call him ‘idiot’ or ‘Stilinski’. He can’t allow himself to fall for the wolf’s tricks. He won’t let the rug get yanked out from under him.
“Quite the opposite actually.”
Stiles snorts and turns to make some smart ass retort. But his ‘yeah right’ gets stuck on his tongue finding Jackson’s face mere inches from his own. He gulps. Clearing his throat, Stiles takes a big sip before putting his bottle on the small table beside him. Too fuzzy and warm to process this, Stiles scooches until he’s pressing against the armrest.
Jackson also places his bottle on the coffee table before sliding closer. Forcing Stiles to half turn into the couch while the wolf puts an arm on either side of him, completely encasing Stiles. “I like you,” he presses further, “a lot.” Jackson leans in until their noses brush, “tell me if you want me to stop.”
Blame the wine. Blame his hormones for not wanting him to stop. Hell, blame everyone and everything, Stiles included. But he does have a massive crush on Jackson. Even though he knows damn well that he shouldn’t. The guy’s a prick. He has no problem letting people know that he’s better than them. Making damn sure to flaunt his money too. As if that makes him hotter or something. It doesn’t.
No, it’s the icy blue eyes that make Stiles want to learn their secrets and harvest the knowledge. The wolf’s stupid jaw that’s perfect and Stiles just wants to bite it. He;s seen Jackson naked numerous times- thank you locker room shower’s forgotten concept of privacy. But god damn, when Jackson smiles- not his asshole smirk, but genuine smile- Stiles’ lungs and knees forget how to function. Despite his actions earlier, the teen is actually pretty happy to be stuck here.
Only acting as though he hates Jackson because he was simply following the wolf’s lead. His eyes flick to Jackson’s bottle of wine- its contents too hard to see in the dark green glass from this distance- and back to hooded baby blues. There’s only two reasons Stiles can believe that this is actually happening right now.
Jackson’s drunk. Because Stiles doesn’t understand the extent in which wolfsbane affects werewolf's tolerance. Which would mean the ex-kanima has no idea what he’s doing and should go sleep it off. Stiles hopes it’s this because the latter is just too painful.
Jackson’s fucking with him. Surely he doesn’t have actual feelings for Stiles. Maybe the wolf found out he’s bi and wanted to tease him about it. Although, something tells him that Danny would murder Jackson if he ever found out. Still. This is Stiles. Lowest on the lacrosse totem pole and not the wolf’s best friend. Is Jackson that cruel though?
Beautiful, parted pink lips get closer, so Stiles whispers, “you’re just drunk,” and turns his head away, hoping that’s the case here. Waiting for the joke to play out.
“I’m really not.” Jackson reaches over to grab his drink. There’s maybe three sips missing when he dangles the bottle for proof. “See?” The wolf puts it back, returning with a smirk and a cocked brow, “now will you let me kiss you?” Jackson chuckles, it’s a breathy sound, but doesn’t make to move closer. Leaving it to Stiles.
He’s not falling for that trap. The prove-to-me-you-want-it-so-I-can-kick-you-down trap by making Stiles lean in. “So you’re fucking with me then?” He should’ve known better.
The other boy looks confused and a little offended. Jackson leans back farther, still sitting close, but no longer in Stiles’ personal space. He actually wants him to come back, but how could he ever tell the wolf that when this is just a game? “Why would I fuck with you about this?” Jackson’s voice is soft and full of so much emotion that Stiles almost believes him.
“Uh, because that’s what you do?” Stiles gestures wildly like it should have been obvious. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that we’re not even friends. You were literally my bully when we were kids. I don’t- and i-it only got worse when I developed a crush on Lydia. Which I get, she was your girlfr-”
“What’s not why I was a dick.” The wolf cuts him off with a shake of his head. Stiles squints an eye at him, mouth still hanging open from the word that didn’t finish. “I was jealous.”
“Why the fuck would you be jealous of me?” Stiles scoffs and Jackson ducks his head with a chuckle. “Lydia never even looked at me while you were together.”
Jackson flashes a bemused grin when he looks back, “I was jealous of Lydia, you idiot.” The name usually bitten out comes with a tone that suggests it’s meant to be a term of endearment.
“Oh, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t fawning over you like your little fan club, okay? My bad. You’re right, you’re incredibly hot and I should’ve stroked your ego by putting you some fucking pedestal-” Jackson swallows whatever other words and the surprised squeak from Stiles’ lips. He stares bug eyed at the wolf’s closed eyes. Jackson presses closer, his hand cupping the other boy’s cheeks while his tongue slides against Stiles’ bottom lip. Entrance isn’t given, he can’t really, Stiles is too shocked to do so.
The wolf pulls away, still holding Stiles’ face, “I didn’t care that you thought she was attractive.” Jackson drops a hand and lifts his hips, pulling one of Stiles’ legs until the human gets the massage and- for some fucking reason- lays on the couch. The wolf’s hips immediately settle into the space created and Stiles can feel just how much Jackson wants this. Him. “I wanted to be the one you had a crush on because of the massive one I have on you.”
That’s a lot to process. If Jackson liked him then- “why did you make my life hell?”
Jackson’s free hand falls to Stiles’ hip, rubbing softly and the other props himself on the armrest behind Stiles’ head. “I didn’t know how to handle the fact that I suddenly like guys. Well, a guy.” The wolf sighs, “Lydia knew and agreed to keep my secret as long as I needed her to. I’m sorry I treated you like that.”
Stiles has never seen him act so soft. Having Derek as an Alpha and a proper back must really be working for Jackson. It makes him charming in a way that his jerk persona never could. Being emotionally balanced and all that.
“I’m going to ask you one more time. And I’ll know if you’re lying. So don’t do me any favors and don’t hide from me either.” The warning is evident. Don’t say it and not mean it. And don’t mean it but not day it. Otherwise he’ll walk. “Will you please, let me fucking kiss you?”
Stiles fists his fingers in the wolf’s shirt- half expecting Jackson to snap at wrinkling his expensive clothes- to push him away or pull him closer, the other boy really doesn’t know. Until his arm moves of its own volition and Jackson’s mouth gets drawn to him.
The wolf chuckles against his lips, “finally.” The hand on his hip grips tighter and the other comes back to his jaw. Jackson tilts his head up to deepen the kiss. Jackson kisses like he wants to swallow Stiles whole. Maybe he does. Maybe Stiles would let him. Panting he pulls away again, and the other teen bites back a whine. “I have one more question and then I promise I’ll shut up.”
The human playfully rolls his eyes, “what is it?”
“Be with me.” Jackson states. Stiles cocks his head to the side with a chuckle, that wasn’t really a question. But his heart skips a beat nonetheless at the implication of the wolf’s words. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
Stiles is nodding before the request is completely out of Jackson’s beautiful face. “Fuck yeah, dude.” The wolf breathes out a laugh at the ridiculousness. “Now just kiss me. Please?”
“Whatever you want,” Jackson grins and presses his body in further, claiming Stiles’ lips as his own.
Stiles is now stupidly happy about this storm locking them in Lydia’s lake house. He got a boyfriend out if.
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happy birthday to the incomparable @elisela!!! just for you, please enjoy a good fake-dating au with plenty of idiotic and family members abound.
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“I’m telling you, Scotty. New York has been good to me. Maybe we should just renounce California and stay here for the summer.”
“Don’t joke about that, dude.”
Stiles laughed as he shouldered his phone, taking in the city air as he strolled along the streets of Manhattan.
Needless to say, Manhattan was far from home—while the city certainly was his vibe, Stiles was no stranger to tamping down the champagne tastes that clashed with his tapwater budget. The little shitbox apartment he got through NYU’s housing program was almost a thirty minute train ride from school, but Stiles figured that when he was more or less trapped on campus for nearly fifty hours a week, he could justify spending his breaks wandering the streets of Manhattan and really taking in the city.
On today’s agenda, Stiles was looking forward to wandering around a farmers market that literally stretched on for city blocks. There were fruits and vegetables literally as far as the eye could see, spices and roots and mysterious tubers of all shapes and size, but Stiles didn’t give a flying fuck about the food—his real interest were the vendors and the shoppers.
He had learned early on that open air markets like this were perfect meeting grounds for mythical beasts of all shapes and sizes, so, what better palace for him to do some… field work, so to speak?
There were nymphs who had full bouquets of beautiful flowers that lived suspiciously long in their vases as long as you complimented the blooms on a regular basis. Dryads who sold the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted, even if they charged six bucks for a pear.
Stiles had learned early on to avoid the fae—basically, any stand that sold crystal or metalcraft. His first time at the market, he had somehow wound up spending nearly four hundred dollars on quartz; the moment the money had left his hand, the stall had all but vanished in front of him.
“The people are good here. They’re fast. Blunt. Sarcastic. My kind of people.”
“Uh huh.”
Scott liked to call their whole situation lucky.
When Stiles applied to NYU’s doctorate program, he expected rounds and rounds of interviews, lists of deadlines he needed to memorize, and some less-than-subtle digs at his proposed field of study (which was fair, honestly—he knew that criminology and mythology rarely mixed).
What he didn’t expect was Scott, though, the bro of all bros. When Stiles told him he was applying to NYU, Scott had cheered him on, helped him prepare, and then immediately applied to different veterinary positions through the state.
(Scott was golden, obviously—he had years of training, letters of recommendation from everyone he had ever met, and him being a werewolf basically made him the animal whisperer.)
At the end of the day, Stiles got to pursue his passion thanks to a hodgepodge of grants at NYU, and Scott was awarded a fellowship in veterinary medicine through the Bronx Zoo. What kind of weird twist of luck would let the best friends wind up together across the country like that?
So, yeah, Scott called it luck.
Stiles called it karmic retribution for their supremely fucked-up years at Beacon Hills High, but even he could admit that ‘luck’ sounded nicer... and if Stiles was being honest, ‘luck’ was definitely the best way to classify his meeting Derek Hale.
Derek Hale was smart, he was sarcastic, and he could go toe-to-toe with Stiles over completely obscure things for literal hours. He was a first-year professor at NYU, who had the tiny office right next to the broom closet Stiles had managed to shove PHD desk into, and he was probably the only other person in the program that took mythology seriously (meaning he was the only person who didn’t make Stiles want to put his head through the wall).
He was also hot as fuck, but that was beside the point. Stiles had a little bit of a massive crush, but that was also beside the point.
They had built up a fast friendship based on a series of arguments about the Necronomicon, of all things, and Stiles loved the thought of being friends with someone who didn’t know him as the weird kid in high school who knew way too much about ritual sacrifice and circumcision.
He had evened out a lot through undergrad. He was still awkward, sure, but he was awkward with a refillable prescription for Adderall and some sort of brain-to-mouth filter.
(Honestly, the fact that Stiles had managed to avoid making a single joke about the werewolf who was stuck teaching Mythology 101 really did speak volumes to his newfound maturity.)
Speaking of Derek, though…
“Stiles! Hey, Stiles!”
Stiles almost jumped a foot in the air as he heard his name called, doing a spectacular near-drop-mid-air-catch of his phone as he regained his footing, turning on the spot to see a taller woman with jet black hair waving him over.
She was… okay, she was gorgeous—dark hair, smooth skin, someone who looked like she just stepped out of one of the windows on Fifth Avenue—but Stiles was decently distracted, because standing beside her was Derek Hale, the object of his extremely private affection for the past few months. Who, for whatever reason, was standing there looking like he wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow him whole.
“Scotty, I’ll see you tonight, yeah? I gotta go.”
Stiles pocketed his phone as he cautiously made his way over to the pair—trio, he corrected, because there was another woman with them, looking incredibly more invested in the conversation now that another party was joining them.
He hiked his canvas a bit higher up as he smiled, trying to remember where he had seen the two before… students, maybe, but if that were the case, they would know Derek, not Stiles. They weren’t faculty members, he was sure of that. Donors to the program, maybe?
Well, if they were donors, Stiles sincerely hoped that Derek would have tried harder to wear literally any expression other than his current ‘bitter and miserable’.
And if they were donors, why were they so fucking happy to see him?
“I’m Laura. This is Cora.”
The taller of the two women extended her hand confidently as Stiles got within arms reach, and he instinctively reached out to take it, Cora following suit. “Derek has told us all about you. I have to say, I figured there was at least a ten percent chance you were made up, but… here you are!”
“Here I am!” Stiles was officially lost, but he kept his smile up, cheeks pinking up a little bit as he turned back to Derek. “You’ve been talking about me?” he asked, his voice on the line between flattered and teasing, nudging Derek playfully as he tilted his head.
“Stiles, I—“
“Of course he has! Derek’s a private guy, sure, but you can’t be surprised he told us about his new—“
“Laura—”
“Lord, Derek, calm down. You already had your big bisexual awakening, I’m allowed to be excited to meet your first boyfriend.” Laura shot back, her glare rivaling Derek’s absolute best ‘listen to teacher’ look, and Stiles could see the muscle in his jaw start to twitch. He probably would have done something, but… he was basically short circuiting, brain trying to keep up with whatever the fuck Laura had said, because Derek now had his arm around Stiles’ waist.
Derek had a big bisexual awakening?
And a boyfriend, apparently?
How had Stiles missed that??
“Stiles, these are my sisters, Laura and Cora Hale.”
Okay, great, they were Derek’s sisters. Stiles didn’t even know that Derek had sisters, which was a little sad if he thought about it.
Thankfully, he didn’t have long to think about it, because Derek—
“This is Stiles, my… my boyfriend. Now stop bombarding him. Give him half a fucking second before you go a thousand miles an hour.”
Oh—oh God. Stiles was the boyfriend.
He had seriously missed something, then—he didn’t think he had confessed his feelings for Derek anytime recently, or he probably would have died from embarrassment. Scott was really good at hiding his phone when he was drinking, which ruled that entire scenario out. Stiles could be forgetful at times, sure, but he thought he would remember if he had managed to score himself a boyfriend.
He looked up at Derek, trying to ignore the sudden burn of contact where their bodies were pressed together, but his brain was extremely focused the moment that he caught the look on Derek’s face, there and gone in a flash. He felt the hand squeeze at his waist, and the message was clear enough.
Please.
Ah, well. Stiles was always good at bullshitting, and this was no exception.
“No, no, Der, it’s fine! It’s good to meet you both, sorry, I wasn’t even expecting to see Derek until… uh, later, let alone meet anyone new,” Stiles said, his voice 100% betraying his nerves as it picked up an octave.
Laura’s voice was much more evenly toned, even if it was a little teasing. “Oh? You two have big plans tonight? We aren’t interrupting anything, are we?” she said with a grin, giving the distinct impression that even if they were interrupting, she and her sister wouldn’t be leaving until they were good and ready. Stiles felt his mind kick into overdrive, waving the question aside.
“Oh, nothing like that. We were going to meet up with my friend Scott for dinner, introducing the boyfriend to the best friend, you know how it is,” he continued, hoping his little chuckle wasn’t too terribly fake as he reached up to pat the lapels of Derek’s jacket, letting his fingers linger a little too long on Derek’s chest as he nodded.
He hoped that she knew how it was. Hell, Stiles didn’t even know how it was. He hadn’t exactly been rolling in romance since moving across the country.
“Well, if you say so,” Laura mused, raising a perfect brow, head tilted to the side. “You look like you’re about to pass out, Stiles. You alright?”
And, okay, Stiles knew enough to know what that meant. It meant that her super-sonic ears could hear his heart trying to break through his ribs with a staccato beat, typically a tell-tale sign that someone was lying, but… maybe he could work that to his advantage. He swallowed, voice a little tight as he laughed, waving the concern away.
“Sorry, I just wasn't… planning on meeting the family today,” Stiles said, probably the most truthful thing he had ever said. “Usually I’d try to prepare a little more, you know, make sure I’m wearing something nice and avoid putting my entire foot in my mouth. Maybe just a toe or two,” he said, relaxing minutely as Cora snorted from her position near Laura’s elbow.
Okay, so self depreciation was a good way to avoid suspicion with all the Hales. Got it.
“Well, if you both have plans, I’ll make this quick,” Laura said, her voice deceptively charming as she sidled up next to Stiles, though he certainly wasn’t going to complain about the way Derek’s hand tightened around his waist. “The semester is up soon, what are your plans this summer? Never mind, move them back. We’re having a family reunion the week after finals, and everyone is dying to meet baby brother Derek’s new boo after all the stories he’s told.”
…stories?
He looked up to Derek again, who was now blushing up to the tips of his ears, which—okay, cute—but which told him absolutely nothing and offered him exactly zero defense.
“Actually, I already have a flight booked as soon as my spring contract is up. Heading back to Beacon Hills for a few days, and—“
“Wait, did Derek already invite you?” Laura asked, her expression pleasantly surprised, and Stiles was speechless for a half second before Derek stepped in.
“No, I didn’t invite him because I’m not even going, Laura. Besides, he has his own plans with his own family,” he said, and Stiles blinked as he tried to keep up. “And what do you mean, they’re excited to meet him? I was very clear that the further I can keep him away from you and Mom, the better.”
Laura only rose a brow as she turned back to Cora, who took a beat before looking up from her phone, her expression halfway guilty as she clutched the device. “I uh—I may have just sent a picture of you two to the family group chat.”
Stiles choked on a laugh as Derek gasped—actually gasped—and pulled his phone from his pocket, making the mistake of releasing Stiles’ shoulder to unlock the device, looking absolutely scandalized as he glared at Cora.
It wasn’t long before Stiles had a similar look on his face, though, as Laura took advantage of his free arm, linking her own with his as she started to walk. “Alright, Stiles, here’s the deal.”
“Cora, you little—hey! Laura, get back here with my boyfriend!”
“Calm down little brother, the adults are talking.”
“He’s younger than I am!”
“So, Stiles, like I was saying,” Laura started, oblivious or ignorant to the way Stiles' mind had absolutely reeled when Derek had called him his boyfriend for the second time. “Derek hasn’t been home for more than a day visit since he moved out to this dump, and no one has raised a stink about it in years. This year, though, is… important,” she started, and Stiles nodded idly as he mentally ran through the calendar in his head.
The semester was over in just over a week, with finals crammed into three days after that, and then—oh, the full moon.
No, Stiles corrected himself, the blue moon. The first blue moon in May in probably… thirty years, if he had to guess. He nodded up to Laura as that clicked into place, a flicker of curiosity crossing over her face as she continued talking.
“We won’t take up that much of your time—it’s only like two events, I promise, and I also promise Derek will personally take care of whatever flight changes you have to make so you can still get some time with your family. After all, it’s not your fault my bonehead brother tried to exclude you until now.”
“I’m not a bonehead!” Derek said, his tone of voice just exasperated enough that Stiles sighed, carefully extracting himself from Laura’s grasp as they slowed to a stop near the curb of Fifth Avenue, the noise from the farmers market blending in with the sound of traffic as he turned back to Derek.
“Alright, hang on, hold up,” Stiles started, his tone firm enough to stop the three wolves in their tracks, Derek and Laura wearing matching expressions of surprise as they stopped in their tracks—even Cora was peeking over her phone, clearly interested, and Stiles couldn’t blame them. It had probably been a long time since either of them had been stopped by a human.
“Laura, Derek is not a bonehead. He’s smart, and he’s sweet, and he’s very kind, and it’s okay that he’s a little more private. Yeah, he’s also a stubborn asshole, but… well, that’s one of the reasons I like him so much,” Stiles said, the first genuine smile in the entire conversation gracing his face as he looked at Derek again. “But you know your brother. Did you really think that catching him off guard across the country in person was going to be the best way to convince him to visit?”
He was fine taking their silence as an answer, honestly.
“Now, Derek, that being said, I… if you are comfortable with it, I can rearrange my plans and come down with you. If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s okay too. Meeting the family—at least, the rest of the family—is a very big step,” he continued, his words very pointed.
(Yes, Derek, meeting the family would be a very big step for someone you weren’t even dating, please pick up on the subliminal messaging here.)
“But even if you’re not comfortable with me being there, I think you should still go down. I’ll get to spend plenty of time with my dad, you shouldn’t have to be all alone up here while I’m gone.”
Moving to smooth over the lapels on Derek’s jacket again, Stiles only barely tampered down a noise of surprise as Derek intercepted his hands, pleasantly shocked by how easily Derek’s warm, smooth fingers slipped between his own lanky digits.
Stiles felt his cheeks pinks up as he cleared his throat, doing his best to act normal, because he was… well, he wasn’t lying. He had absolutely thought about Derek being alone here in New York while Stiles was gone, but that was more in the sense that Stiles would miss him.
He just didn’t know that Derek might be missing some family, too.
Besides, he may not have known that much about the intricacies of a normal, family pack, but Stiles knew enough to know that a big event like this would probably be good for Derek, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
Even if Derek was going to reject his offer and go down alone.
…because Derek was going to reject him.
Derek was going to reject him, right?
Stiles had been fairly sure of that when he offered, but judging by the way Derek couldn’t meet his eyes after something as simple as holding hands, Stiles might have just fucked himself over. Derek opened and closed his mouth twice before he finally let out a huff of air and looked up, doing a remarkably good impression of a guilty animal as he looked at Stiles.
“…you’re sure you don’t mind?”
Fuck.
“Derek, I wouldn’t have offered if I minded,” Stiles said, and that much was at least true—but before he could say anything else, Laura was squealing in his ear, wrapping both of them up in a hug so tight Stiles almost had to remind her that he was human, but he was able to breathe again as the car next to the curb chirped.
“Thank God, Stiles, thank you for getting through to him! Oh, Nana is gonna flip out when she hears who’s coming—Derek, you know you’ve always been her favorite—Stiles, do you have any dietary restrictions? Derek, send me his number, and—no, Cora, you are not driving us back to the airport, move your ass—“
Stiles looked up to Derek, his expression somewhere between bemused and fearful as Laura rambled on, but… well, the apologetic look that Derek had on his face wasn’t much reassurance.
“—and Stiles, you’re going to love Beacon Hills. Bye boys! See you in two weeks!”
Stiles was left, partially shellshocked as Derek’s hand slipped from his own, the need for the facade no longer essential as the shiny silver rental car pulled into traffic.
“… Derek, since when the fuck are you from Beacon Hills?”
—————
“Scotty, stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”
“Dude, are you kidding me? This is hilarious.”
Stiles groaned as he shoved another slice of pizza into his mouth, ignoring the burning sensation that spread across his tongue as he tried to pack as much melted cheese as he could into one bite.
Scott’s apartment had been their go-to for the entire time he and Stiles had been in the city—not because it was huge and glamorous, not by any means, but Scott’s shoebox had a door between the bathroom and the living room, and therefore it was the best place for bro-time by default.
Stiles had loudly complained about the entire situation when he and Derek showed up on Scott’s stoop, firmly planting himself in his favorite of Scott’s chairs—the ‘old man’ recliner next to Scott’s little television, the game on screen forgotten as he recalled their harrowed tale.
“Stiles, if you weren’t comfortable with it, why even… okay, no, don’t you dare answer me until you swallow,” Derek snapped, and Stiles rolled his eyes as he swallowed a few times, sticking his tongue out at Derek once his mouth was empty.
“Good. Thank you for pretending to be an adult. Now, why did you even offer if it wasn’t something you were comfortable with.”
Because it was supposed to just be a gesture, Derek. Because I didn’t realize you would take it as a serious offer, Derek. Because you were supposed to say no, Derek.
… because I didn’t want you to be alone, Derek.
Honestly, as surprised as Stiles was that Derek took him up on his poorly-timed moment of goodness, he was even more surprised that after Laura drove off, when he numbly asked if Derek wanted to come over to Scott’s for some pizza, Derek actually said yes.
Derek Hale was being social. Alert the media.
(Well… maybe ‘social’ was stretching it a bit—Stiles didn’t know if it was a territory thing or what, but Derek had turned hilariously, awkwardly stiff the moment he stepped inside Scott’s apartment.)
“I offered because I’m nice, dick, but don’t even think that you can turn this on me. Derek, they knew my name. They knew what I looked like. And yeah, I mean, I’m a complete catch and all—oh fuck off, Scotty—but what in the actual, literal fuck?”
Stiles didn’t think it was possible, but somehow Derek got even more tense, shoulders tightening up toward his ears as he looked down. It took a moment before he answered, but Stiles knew by then that Derek usually had to… wind himself up to talk about some things.
“My mother lives on the opposite end of the country, and even then, she still managed to set up twenty four blind dates for me last year. Twenty four, Stiles. That’s basically one every other week. Do you have any idea how much small talk that is? And how much I hate small talk?”
Yes, Stiles thought, to both of those questions. He would never admit this out loud, of course, but thinking about one of the most intensely private people that he knew stuck at some shitty little coffee shop trying to chat with some random female on behalf of his mother was hilarious to a degree he couldn’t fathom.
It definitely wasn’t a redirection of his own… personal feelings that may or may not be directed at Derek. Not at all. Nope.
“So, around the time the spring semester started, when my mother let slide that she had passed along my number to yet another perfectly eligible barista, or something, I panicked and told her I had a boyfriend. And then she asked for a photo, and the most recent one on my phone was that selfie you sent miming your own death in the stacks, so…”
“Oh fuck, Derek,” Stiles started, downing the last of his beer. “Your big bisexual awakening wasn’t just you trying to get out of your mom setting you up on dates, right?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, ass,” Derek said, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. “The two events were completely separate.”
Stiles laughed at the thought, but even then, his mind was reeling. If this wasn’t a recent discovery, how in the fuck did Stiles miss that for so long?
“Well, you’re lucky Scotty and I had a flight booked anyway. I won’t let you face them alone, not when you have a picture perfect boyfriend to show off now—what role should I take on? Doting, love struck fool? Rebel without a care? Some sad forlorn loser who… okay, no, that one is too close to home.”
Scott stood up and laughed as Derek glared at Stiles again, but it didn’t take a genius to see the tiny smile on his face, or the way his shoulders eased as he leaned back into the couch.
“Alright, this is getting too intense a conversation while the game is on. Want another beer, Stiles? You, Derek?”
Stiles made a vaguely affirming noise as he wove his hand in Scott’s direction, eyes drawn back to Derek yet again as the other wolf politely declined, his own attention affixed to the television as the game picked back up.
Derek was… not a particularly expressive person, Stiles knew, and part of that was because Derek had what Stiles affectionately called ‘resting grumpy face’; at least, he did privately, because the one time he said it out loud Derek had thrown the Encyclopaedia of Demomorgons at his head.
So, to the outsider looking in, Derek might have just seemed uninterested in the game; but Stiles had been watching Derek work for the better part of a semester, and he knew perfectly well how to tell when Derek’s resting grumpy face formed an actual frown. Which it did. Because apparently, the Mets had personally offended him.
“I’m sorry, are you seriously glaring at the Mets? While they’re winning?”
Derek leveled Stiles with the most unimpressed glare he could as Scott laughed from his kitchen, walking back into the living room with two beers. “God, I hope he was. It would be nice to have someone with taste in the apartment for once.”
“Scotty!” Stiles gasped, clutching his heart as Scott handed him a beer, extending the claw on his thumb to pop the top off before he handed the bottle over. “The Mets are a treasure, okay? If God lived in New York, she’d be a Mets fan. I have suffered much for my Mets in my lifetime, and they—woah, Derek, you okay?”
Stiles’ charming cliches would have to wait, because when he looked over to Derek, his humor dropped immediately. Derek had gone white as a sheet, jaw slack as he stared at the beer in Stiles’ hand.
He stared back and forth between Scott and Derek, trying to figure what the hell had just happened; it wasn’t until he watched Scott pop the top off of his own beer, looking between the two of them, did Stiles put two and two together.
“Derek, you… you had to know that Scott was a were, right? Like, you had to. He—Scotty doesn’t do subtle.”
“Me?! Stiles, you called me a wet dog for like a month after I fell into the Hudson.”
Derek let out a sort of choked noise as he shut his mouth, coming back into himself as a bit of pink dusted his pale cheeks, hands moving in front of his face. “Of—of course I knew, but—you knew?!”
“Dude, I’m studying mythical lore and criminology. I’m the one who taught this furry fucker how to control himself. Of course I knew, I... oh my god. You didn’t know that I knew—uh, that I know.”
Matching looks of realization dawned on Scott and Stiles’ face as Stiles stood up, putting the beer down on the coffee table. He moved next to Derek as he sat down on the couch, keeping his movement slow, reaching out to pat Derek’s leg like he was a frail old lady.
“Derek, I know.”
After what felt like an age and a half, Derek melted into the couch, a huge sigh leaving his lips as all the tension in his body bled out like a string had been cut, burying his head in his hands.
“We’ve had arguments about wolves in pop culture. I’ve offered to help you out with your coursework every full moon for, like, the entire semester. Dude, you had to know that I knew, there’s no way I didn’t—Derek!” Stiles felt his giddy laughter bubble over as Derek shot him a red-eyed glare through his fingers, his scowl somehow less intimidating now that everything was out in the open.
Okay, Derek wasn’t just a wolf, he was an alpha. That was… interesting.
“God, you two really are perfect fake boyfriends. Two halves of a whole idiot. Derek, are you sure you don’t want a beer? Or maybe something stronger, if you have to deal with Stiles?” Scott said easily, laughing as Stiles immediately protested, though the way Stiles eased himself next to Derek wasn’t exactly subtle, either.
—————
Scott may have been joking, but by the time finals had come and gone, Stiles had accepted the fact that he would have to forgo booze and opt for a mainline of caffeine to keep up with Derek. How one person remained so meticulously organized, Stiles would never know—but in the amount of time it took for Stiles to wrap up his grant work for the semester, Derek had given four exams, proctored three more, cleaned out his office, and shared the updated flight itinerary with Stiles.
“Wait, wait, hang on,” Stiles had said, tripping over an empty box in his tiny office as Derek handed him his updated boarding pass. “Why do we have to change our flights? Scott and I are already booked, you can probably just join us, right?”
Derek rose a perfectly sculpted brow as he tapped the ticket again, shaking his head. “Hey, I promised you’d spend as few days as possible with my family, and I intend to keep that promise. The sooner we get in, the sooner we start that clock, the sooner you get to spend the rest your time with your dad.”
Stiles blinked as he looked down to the itinerary, eyes scanning over the earlier time—and it was non-stop too. That would be a bit killer on the legs, but Stiles could handle that, maybe he could take some time to sleep or pester Derek for...
“Uh, Derek... this ticket is for first class.”
“I know, Stiles, I booked it.”
“Dude, there’s a reason Scott and I booked an economy ticket with a layover in Bismarck. There’s no way I can pay you back for this.”
If looks could kill, Stiles would be... maybe not dead, but at least set on fire. Derek sighed, as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he rolled his eyes.
“You’re not paying me back, dumbass. You’re already doing a ton for me with this little... charade, the least I can do is make sure your frail human body—“
“Hey!”
”—is comfortable in a lie flat seat.”
“Look, I appreciate that, but I’m not leaving Scott alone on his flight in coach just because of our... fake... whatever.”
Stiles’ voice trailed off in curiosity as Derek sighed, his cheeks pink as he pulled the paper out of Stiles’ hand, pointing to the second half of the sheet—where MCCALL, SCOTT had been printed in big, bold letters, that Stiles had completely ignored.
“... you got Scott a ticket too?”
“Of course I did. He’s your best friend, I wasn’t going to ask you to leave him behind just for me. Besides, who do you think I got your information from to book the flight?” Derek said dryly, as though his deadpan delivery could cancel out the ruddy color to his cheeks, or the way that Stiles’ stomach flip flopped when the reality of that sunk in.
It was nice that Derek acknowledged the importance of their friendship, in the way that tugged at the little space right beneath his sternum, but something about the way Derek so quickly dismissed himself was... concerning.
Stiles couldn’t help but play that little bit of their conversation over in his head as he packed, as he hopped on the train, as he met up with Scott and Derek in security.
Scott, bless his heart, was absolutely elated—his excitement was almost tangible as they dropped off luggage, walked through security, and stood around at the boarding gate. Derek had to smack the both of them to get them to stand up when first class was called to board, and Stiles idly wondered if Derek regretted associating himself with them when he and Scott managed to trip in sync as they went down the jetway.
Derek and Stiles were seated together, of course, and once Stiles got over the novelty of not having a middle seat on a plane, he liked to imagine he fit right in—easing back into the seat, enjoying the comfort of the little blanket he had been given, grinning at the flight attendant as she checked in with them.
(Scott was one row ahead and across the aisle, close enough that Stiles could lean forward and smack him if he wanted to... but the moment Stiles saw his seat mate, a pretty woman with dark hair and impeccable eyeliner, he knew his best bro would be on a different planet for the entirety of the flight.)
His grin slipped a little bit, though, as he thought back to the conversation surrounding the tickets, and he looked up to Derek as he settled in a bit further.
“So, we never went over what role I should be taking on.”
“Stiles, just be yourself. You’re funny enough, and you generally mean well, they’ll love who you are.”
Yeah… who he was. Well, who he was was someone who was going to be dangerously invested in a fake relationship that would probably end terribly for him, so that was fun. He sighed as he settled into the seat, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he debated on where to go from here.
No time like a non stop plane ride to have a potentially awkward conversation, right?
“Dude, we’re friends, right?”
“We’re fake boyfriends, don’t call me dude.”
Derek’s tone was teasing as he flipped through his SkyMall, a small smile on his face, and Stiles felt a little bit of the tension ease out of his shoulders as he buckled in.
“First of all, I have called many boyfriends ‘dude’ before,” Stiles started, ignoring Derek’s snort of laughter, “and I’m being serious. We... we are friends, right?”
Be it his words or his awkward energy, Derek looked up, surprise on his face as he closed the magazine and stowed it away as the plane bumped down the taxiway.
“Of course we are, Stiles. You’re like... the only person I talk to at work outside of teaching, that’s light years ahead of most of New York as a whole.”
“I mean, I’m glad to hear, I just...” Stiles chewed on his lip as he turned in his seat, weirdly soothed by the roar of the engines as the takeoff roll started. “You know about my dad, and about my school, and about Scott, and those are basically the three important things in my life,” he started, letting out a sigh as Derek just stared at him blankly.
“It’s fine that you’re a private person, I can respect that... seriously, I may not understand it, but I can respect it,” Stiles said, grinning as Derek shot him a look, lowering his voice again as he leaned over the divider between them. “But I didn’t know that you were from my hometown, too. Or that you had sisters, let alone other family. I should have asked, I guess, but... you know you can talk to me about things, yeah? Even after all this is over, you’ll always be Derek to me. Not just another Hale.”
Stiles’ was smiling as he gently bumped Derek’s shoulder with his own, watching the way different emotions warred over his face, biting back on the urge to babble on so he could give Derek the time he needed to respond.
“We’re... we are friends, Stiles. We are.” Derek insisted, looking down to his linked hands as the plane continued to rise. “Sometimes, I just... I’m not great about talking about myself.”
For a while, Stiles thought that was all he was going to get, and honestly, he was fine with it—it wasn’t until the fasten seatbelt sign chimed off and the flight attendants passed out little bottles of water that Derek spoke again, his voice low as he cleared his throat.
“My family is huge. Like, big enough that we need spreadsheets and flowcharts to organize family events like this. I know they love me, and I love them too, of course I do, but I made some really, really stupid decisions when I was younger… I know they forgave me for it, but...”
Derek sighed, taking a deep breath as he ran his hands through his hair.
“Sometimes it’s hard to be around them and still be okay with myself, you know?”
No, Stiles didn’t know. He only had his dad and Scott growing up, but he nodded his head encouragingly as he took a sip of his water.
“I actually have four siblings. Mark is the oldest, and then Taylor, and I’m right between Laura and Cora. They’re betas, like my dad; my mom and I are both alphas, her mom, too…” Derek continued, and Stiles smiled as he settled into his seat.
By the time the flight landed, Stiles’ head was full to the brim with Hale family trivia, names, faces, teasing stories, and the warmth that had danced across Stiles’ chest for the past year or so had bloomed into a full-on fire.
Would it lead to his downfall? Probably.
But when he saw how Derek smiled when he remembered Mark’s graduating medical school, or heard the pride in his voice when he talked about Laura’s charity work, and the genuine joy he got to see when he heard another story about Derek’s childhood… well, that was all more than worth it.
—————
“I think you should kiss me.”
Stiles had to stop himself from laughing at the look that Derek shot him, doing his best to keep his body language casual as he leaned against the gas pump at a tiny station outside of Beacon Hills, though he knew his heart was going at about a million miles a minute.
“I—you—what?”
“Derek, I’m an affectionate dude, in case you couldn’t tell from all the hand holding. And if you’re going to freak out if I kiss your cheek, then you should freak out now, not when we’re in front of your family.”
Stiles knew full well his heart betrayed his confidence, but seeing Derek’s ears go pink as he dumped the armful of snacks Stiles had asked for into the back seat was a welcome sight—it was always nice to know that Derek’s cool and controlled exterior could be ruffled up once in a while.
Somewhere between the rental kiosk and the gas station, Stiles had decided that he was going to go all in on this. His little crush was already stuck right in the back of his throat and would be unlikely to dislodge any time soon, so he figured that indulging himself in the fake relationship Derek had set up for him… well, it wouldn’t do any good, but it was unlikely to make things worse for him than it already was.
It was a little weird being alone with Derek—Stiles didn’t realize it until now, but between meeting Derek’s sisters and meeting the rest of their family, this was the first time they had been alone together. They had other staff members at school, or strangers around the city, or Scott (who had politely declined a ride back to Beacon Hills with Derek and Stiles, choosing instead to split an Uber with his pretty new friend, Kira).
“You know, as far as first kisses go, usually they’re a little more romantic than just a demand. You’re supposed to woo me, Stiles,” Derek said, his sarcastic tone betrayed by his shy little smile as he pulled the nozzle out of his tank, closing the gas cap as Stiles gasped in mock offense.
“Hey, I said you should kiss me, not the other way around. Why should I have to be the one to woo?” Stiles started, sliding into the passenger’s seat as Derek followed suit. “After all, this relationship wouldn’t have even happened without your instigation, so why should I… uh… Der?”
Stiles’ voice trailed off as Derek’s hand sunk into the soft crook at the juncture of his neck, effectively cutting off his entire train of thought as Derek’s thumb pressed against the hollow of his jaw.
“Stiles.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“O-Okay.”
For a minute, all Stiles could think of were those cheesy old rom-coms, where fireworks would go off, or bells would chime, but kissing Derek was nothing like that. It was the comfort of wrapping yourself in an electric blanket, instead of the shock of jumping into a frozen pond; the familiar buzz of goosebumps over his skin over a bolt of lightning. He felt a surprised little noise leave his chest as Derek’s tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue flicking out instinctively to drag along Derek’s bottom lip, hands coming up to rest against the wolves chest.
Stiles could feel his heart beating through every inch of his skin as the kiss broke, struggling to remind himself how to breathe as he opened his eyes again, his nose brushing against Derek’s as he let out a little huff of a laugh.
“Was that enough woo for you?” Derek asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, and Stiles smiled as he nodded his head, savoring the way that neither of them moved back. Derek’s hand was warm against the crook of his jaw, his own palm flat against Derek's chest, and it was natural, it was so nice, it was—
Fake. It was all fake.
Stiles sighed, closing his eyes as he gently leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, that mantra playing through his head as he pulled himself back. He buckled himself in easily as he took in a deep breath, his goofy grin still in place as he looked back up to Derek.
“See? Now you can honestly tell your mom we had our first kiss at a gas station and that it was magical and I totally rocked your world.”
“Is that what happened, though? I mean, if you wanted me to kiss you so badly, you should have just asked,” Derek said, the sarcasm thick in his voice as he started the car, and Stiles laughed as they pulled out of the lot, his hand finding Derek’s easily once again.
Their silence remained comfortable as they left the city skyline behind and basically blew through Beacon Hills, the trees inching closer to the road as they wound through the preserve.
Finishing off a bag of M&M’s, Stiles cleared his throat as he crumpled up the wrapper and chucked it in the back seat, sucking a little bit of melted chocolate off of his thumb. “So. Is this regular introducing-the-boyfriend-to-the-family nerves I’m looking at here, or is this introducing-the-fake-boyfriend-to-the-family nerves? You don’t have any weirdos in your family, do you? An ex-felon auntie? A cousin who doesn’t quite get personal space?”
Stiles grinned as Derek laughed, oddly comforted by the sound as Derek shook his head. “Nothing exciting. A weird uncle, I guess. Lots of cousins, you should basically abandon any idea of personal space as soon as we walk in, and plenty of human family, too—so you won’t be alone in that. As far as felons go, well… none of us have been caught?”
“Hey, game recognizes game, it doesn’t count if you don’t get caught. And I can work with a weird uncle.” Stiles laughed at the sheepish look that Derek shot his way, his fingers still happily wrapped up in Derek’s warm hands. He could almost feel it when they crossed over onto the Hale land, the huge, white house as much of a giveaway as the shrieks of joy that even Stiles could hear from the property.
“They’re gonna love you, you know?” Derek’s voice was soft as he pulled the rental into a long row of cars, nearly lining the road leading up to the house, and Stiles felt the snarky remark die on his tongue as Derek caught his eye, his expression somewhere between grateful and wistful as he turned the car off.
“Maybe, but…” Stiles sighed as he popped his door open, chewing over his next words carefully. “But if they do, it’s because they already love you.”
He took it as a personal victory when Derek turned away, his ears pink again, and Stiles couldn’t help but grin as he followed the werewolf up the path to his family home.
The Hale House was probably as huge and impressive as the Hale family itself from the outside, and Stiles did his best not to gape like a fool as Derek opened the door for him, his hand finding the small of Stiles’ back as they stepped into the house. Polished floors, huge, high windows, a grand staircase that was the definition of grand, and—
“Derek!”
—and another unfairly attractive Hale moving forward to greet them. Tall, broad, dark hair with just a splash of salt around the temples and the goatee, shining a million watt smile on Derek and Stiles as he wiped his hands on his probably-uncomfortably-tight jeans.
Jesus, was everyone in this family gorgeous? Stiles was going to get a complex.
He looked up as the stranger and Derek briefly hugged, watching the halfway-subtle way they scented one another, Mark’s head buried in Derek’s neck for a half moment before they pulled away. If Stiles strained his ear, he could have heard something along the lines of ‘be nice’ as Derek pulled back; if the situation weren’t so funny, Stiles probably would have blushed.
“Don’t listen to him, I’m always nice. I’m Mark, and you…” Mark started, his million watt smile back in place as his eyes dragged over Stiles’ body, “... you must be Stiles.” Stiles snorted as Mark pulled him into an easy hug, catching Stiles just a little off-guard as he was wrapped in another pair of arms.
Apparently Derek’s family was an affectionate bunch. Stiles didn’t know if it was a wolf thing or a Hale thing, but either way, it was good to know.
“Mark, uh, Seattle, right? You’re the surgeon?” Stiles asked, clearing his throat as the hug carried on just a bit too long, regaining some footing in the introduction as he pulled back. “Derek’s told me a lot about you.”
That was… mostly true, Derek had told him enough about Mark to thoroughly embarrass the older male, and Mark looked like he expected nothing less as he laughed, holding Stiles’ shoulders as he stood at arms length. “Yeah, I’m sure he did, but it’s probably all garbage. After all, how can you really describe a wonder like me in words, huh?”
He actually winked, and Stiles honestly couldn’t believe that this dude was for real.
“Der, nice job with this one. He’s cute. Kid, is my brother treating you well? Cause, you know, if Hale is your taste, you can do much better than—��
”Mark—“
“Oh, lighten up Der-bear, there isn’t enough Botox in the world to get rid of those scowl lines. It was a joke. Now come on, everyone’s out back.”
Stiles laughed again as Mark put Derek in an easy headlock, ruffling up his hair as he led them outside, immediately filing ‘Der-bear’ away for future use as they stepped out into the backyard.
The backyard, which was absolutely filled with Hales.
He felt his heart do a funny little lurch as he was hit with the sheer family of it all—all dark haired, all gorgeous, and for just a moment, he wanted to smack Derek upside the head. There were probably generations of Hales here; Derek had all this family, this built in support group, and he was just going to spend the summer holed up in New York?
“Alright, Siles, we’re gonna keep you in with the main family and keep you away from the cousins,” Mark started, artfully ignoring the way Derek was swatting at him. “Uncle Peter all but insisted that Mom come pick him up, so you’ll get to avoid them until later tonight, but who you really want to watch out for is—“
“Is that my grandbaby?!”
Mark stiffened as Derek perked up, and Stiles couldn’t help but snicker as a bony hand shot up, grabbing Mark by the scruff of his neck, pulling him off of Derek with a flourish that would probably seem overly dramatic if Stiles didn’t know just how much werewolf strength was packed behind it.
“Derek!”
“Hi, Nana.”
Stiles couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as Derek leaned in to wrap his arms around the older woman—she was a good foot shorter than he was, her movements loud, with light skinned with the same tell-tale black hair that the rest of the family had. What caught Stiles’ eye, though, was the way Derek scented her—it was the same way Mark scented him, a familial nudge that Stiles read easily as a sign of deference.
Whoever this Nana was, she was clearly the woman in charge here.
“You know, we’re all technically her grandbabies,” Mark started as he reappeared at Stiles’ shoulder, rubbing the back of his neck, his childish pout painfully obvious as he pointed his words. “But you wouldn’t know it with the blatant favoritism she shows for Derek!”
“Mark, don’t be such a baby,” Nana Hale said as she pulled back from Derek’s hug, patting his cheek affectionately. She raised a brow in a spectacularly unimpressed fashion as she turned to look at her eldest grandson, sighing in mock disappointment. “Not that I thought a career based off of liposuction and face lifts would have brought you some maturity.”
“That’s—I don’t just do—Nana!”
“Now, who do we have here? Derek, are you going to introduce me to your special friend?”
Ignoring Mark’s protests easily as she turned her attention, Stiles felt his heart pick up again, his eyes flicking to Derek as he beamed; Stiles wasn’t sure if he was happy to see Mark get smacked down, or if he was happy to introduce Stiles, but Stiles would have literally killed a man to see Derek smile that brightly on a regular basis.
“Nana, this is my boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski. Stiles, this is my grandmother, Ger—“
“Nana Hale will do just fine, thank you very much,” she interrupted, pulling a face that made Stiles grin—he could absolutely relate to someone who would rather set their birth name on fire than own up to it. “Now, come here, let me get a look at you.”
Stiles stepped forward and hesitated a half moment, not sure if he should try one last time for a handshake or wait for her to initiate a hug, but before he could make up his mind she had her hands clasped on his elbows, a grip like iron stopping him in his tracks.
“Scrawny little thing, aren’t you? We’ll take care of that, don’t you worry. It’s good to meet you, sweetheart, let’s get you some food.”
“It’s good to meet you too—and some food sounds great,” Stiles said with a laugh, ignoring the fact that he was still full of junk food as Nana Hale all but preened beside him. Her grip was gentle but unyielding as she dragged him to a table that was piled with food, giving a half wave to Laura and Cora, who were stationed beside a punch bowl the size of a fish tank as he kept himself a half step behind Nana.
Stiles wasn’t dumb, okay? He knew how to make nice with wolves, and more importantly, he knew how to be subtle.
(He didn’t like it, but he knew how to do it.)
“Uncle Derek! Get Uncle Derek!!”
Thankfully, the moment was over in a flash as Stiles heard a familiar name called out in a high pitched squeal, looking back out to the yard where a hoard of kids had just caught sight (or scent?) of Derek, immediately abandoning the rough-and-tumble games they seemed to be wrapped up in to run toward Derek as fast as their little legs could carry them.
Derek immediately tensed, a manic grin on his face as he prepared to run, body twitching as he caught himself before taking off. He sent a look Stiles’ way that was somehow both apologetic and asking remission, and Stiles sighed as he smiled.
“You better run, Uncle Derek. They’re gonna get you,” Stiles said mock-seriously, only barely keeping a straight face as Derek instead ran straight to the kids, making all sorts of comedic noises as they mobbed his legs.
Fuck, he was cute.
Stiles’ attention was pulled off of Derek as he felt eyes on him, subtly scanning the yard before he made eye contact with another adult in the family, who was very shirtless, and very sweaty, and very much walking toward them with a bright smile on his face.
Okay, Stiles was definitely getting a complex.
“You must be Stiles!” he exclaimed once he was closer to their little group, and Stiles had never been as thankful for a child as he was for the tiny body perched on top of the other males shoulders, because he was just about at his ‘hugging gorgeous people’ limit. He was still sweating, for fucks sake, but Stiles supposed that even a wolf got tired out when they had eight kids hanging from their body until Uncle Derek stepped in.
“I am, and…” Stiles was about to assume this was the firefighter sibling, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the kid on top of his shoulders smiled, and Stiles was absolutely smitten. “And who is this little guy?”
The distraction was apparently a welcome one, because shirtless dude’s smile grew even wider, reaching up to pat the kid on a mop of curly hair before he lifted him up and over, holding him at chest level. “This is Isaac. Isaac, can you say hi to Stiles? He’s your uncle Derek’s special friend.”
Stiles literally felt his heart melt as Isaac gave a shy little wave, looking up at him with big blue eyes. He couldn’t have been older than three or four, and Stiles smiled and waved back as Isaac was set down on the ground.
“You wanna go play with Uncle D?” Any hint of shyness was forgotten the moment the question was asked, taking off toward Derek as fast as his little legs could carry him, which… wasn’t very fast, but was very, very cute.
“They all yours?” Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked over to Derek, who now had at least six kids hanging off of him. He smiled as the other male shivered, shaking his head quickly.
“God no, just the three. Erica and Boyd, and Isaac too, now that the adoption has been finalized. Those kids basically run the joint, Derek included—as long as you don’t mind the occasional toddler mobbing, you’ll fit in just fine.”
“Thanks, random shirtless man, I really hope so.”
Stiles grinned as Laura choked on a mouthful of punch, the weirdness of the situation apparently just now visible to her as she sputtered, punching her brother in the arm. “Oh god, Taylor, what is wrong with you! Go put on a shirt, you can’t just—you didn’t even introduce yourself, I swear—Stiles is a guest, you weirdo!”
They kept bickering back and forth as Taylor pulled an undershirt on over his head, the whining turning into background noise as he poured himself a glass of punch. He knew perfectly well what Laura was trying to say—Stiles is a human—and he was pretty sure he was mostly flattered by everyone trying so hard, but any coherent thought left his head as he took a bite of the ribs, watching Nana Hale grin out of the corner of his eyes as he groaned in delight.
“God, they really do have Derek wrapped around their pudgy fingers,” Cora mused, and Stiles nodded his head, swallowing. It was honestly hilarious to watch Derek try to manage all those kids by himself; they seemed determined to pile themselves onto his head and shoulders, and he could almost see Derek sweat, trying to make sure he didn’t drop anyone as Isaac managed to wriggle his way into Derek’s grip.
He tilted his head in consideration, taking a sip of his drink before he spoke up.
“Yeah, he always did strike me as that kind of Alpha.”
He couldn’t help but savor the way the conversation ground to a halt around him, Laura and Taylor both sucking in a deep breath as Mark shattered the glass he was holding. There probably was a better way to acknowledge that he was in on the secret, but as funny as it was watching Derek’s siblings tiptoe around the fact, he figured it was best to rip the bandaid off in one go.
Even if it meant he had the attention of the Hales closest to him in one second, flat, Nana’s burning red from where she stood with a plate piled high with food.
He probably should have been nervous, but as he looked back at Derek, he could tell it was the right choice—Derek was all smiles, waiting only a beat before he popped his fangs and playfully snapped at one of his little nieces, the air soon full of squealing laughter once again.
Keeping his gaze even, Stiles smiled in thanks as he took the plate of food Nana offered to him, watching as her eyes melted back into their darker, human color. She was staring at him like he was a particularly complex puzzle, and she wasn’t alone—Cora looked hilariously outraged that she didn’t realize sooner, and even Mark was looking over him with renewed interest as his hand healed.
“I knew you were a smart boy. He told you?”
Nana’s question was accusing, but not unkind, and Stiles shrugged it off easily as he popped a chip into his mouth.
“He didn’t have to. My best friend was bitten when we were both fifteen. He didn’t have… anything, no alpha, no pack, just me and my mad Googling skills, and we’ve had plenty of supernatural run-ins over the years. Derek didn’t tell me because he didn’t have to tell me—I’m not anything special, but I’d like to think I can spot a non-human from at least fifty feet. Maybe more on a good day.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong.”
Stiles jumped as he heard Derek’s voice from behind him, and it truly was a credit to his poise and sophistication that he only blushed a little as Derek’s arm snaked around his waist. His body was warm, far warmer than it had been ten minutes ago, and Derek’s breath came a little heavy as he kissed the back of Stiles’ head.
“You are definitely something special.”
“You—you absolute cheeseball, what is wrong with you—” Stiles managed to get out as he shoved at Derek’s shoulder, his entire face burning red as Laura and Cora both gagged. Any residual awkwardness melted away as Nana’s sharp laugh cut through the air, the sound putting him back at ease as he leaned back into Derek’s warmth.
Somewhere between the fortieth round of storytelling and the gathering moving back into the house, Stiles needed a breather. Derek’s family was huge, and loud, and honestly, Stiles loved it—but it wasn’t long before he felt an itch beneath his skin, his fingers buzzing against his thigh, the muscles in his jaw a little too tight.
Stiles had expected Derek to be pretty popular in the family—what he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be anything more than an introduction and the same polite questions that everyone gave the new boyfriend.
“Wait, no fucking way did the two of you take down a Kanima, Stiles, I’m calling bullshit right now—“
Derek’s siblings were great, but they were also the worst; the minute they found out that Stiles had his own supernatural background, they were pestering him for stories, demanding his opinion of things, getting more and more exasperated with his entire life the more he shared.
Stiles knew that his life was crazy, okay? He didn’t need the constant reminders or the slack-jawed shocked expressions to reinforce that fact.
“Jesus, we didn’t even know that there were any wendigos in the state, and you knew an entire family of them?”
The only stories he flat out refused to talk about were the… issues he had had with hunters through high school—this was a party, after all, and he didn’t want to be the one to bring the vibe down by talking about the one time an assassin held a gun to his head to try and draw Scott out.
Fun times.
“What do you mean, you just know a banshee? And set her up with a hellhound? Dude, who are you?!”
Kissing Derek had, oddly enough, only exasperated the situation. In less than a day, they had gotten better at trading little affections back and forth; but instead of helping Stiles calm down, they only increased that thrumming nerves that bounced around at the base of his skull.
Which sucked, honestly, because kissing Derek was… really, really nice.
Stiles waited until another cousin who’s name he would never remember caught Derek up in a conversation about another tradition he couldn’t follow before he squeezed Derek’s hand, taking the opportunity to stand up from his spot on the couch and slip away.
The Hale House was huge, and outside was no exception; Stiles soon found himself on the porch, a huge wraparound wooden structure with built-in benches that let you enjoy the kind of view that made Stiles remember why he loved home so much. He treated himself to a few pictures of the sunset over Beacon Canyon before he flopped himself down on a bench, rubbing at his neck.
“Stiles? Everything alright?”
He had half expected Derek to follow him out after a few moments—but to his surprise, it was Nana Hale that sat beside him, her cheeks still pink with laughter as she tucked a jet black flyaway behind an ear.
“Is—oh, no, it’s great! Just wanted to, uh, snap a few pictures of the view.”
Another half truth—he was full to bursting with those lately.
“I know that our family can be… a little overwhelming,” she said, her tone even as she rose a brow, keeping her gaze forward as her fingers drummed a pattern into her knee.
Stiles hummed in agreement, his own smile a touch more genuine as he looked over to her. “Maybe, but that’s not a bad thing. When I was growing up, I spent so much time wondering what it would be like, to have siblings, and cousins, and… well, it might be a lot, but it’s a lot of love, too. I’m really glad Derek has that kind of support.”
Nana’s fingers stilled against her knee as she turned to face Stiles, and for the first time, Stiles was really able to get a good look at her properly. He could understand why she was the matriarch of the family, and how she had kept that title so long; even if he hadn’t witnessed her taking Mark down less than four hours ago, there was a whole other kind of strength that she was showing here, radiating off of her in waves.
“He does. But he doesn’t just have us for love and support... or was I reading the way you look at him wrong?” Her tone was teasing as she rose her brow, and Stiles felt his cheeks pink up spectacularly as he coughed, his eyes flashing back to the window for only a moment before Nana patted his knee.
“Don’t worry, the house is completely soundproof. Those nosy little pups can’t hear a word we say. Now tell me, how long have you been in love with my grandson?”
Now fully, beautifully red, Stiles groaned as he hid his face in his hands, Nana’s laughter ringing strong and clear as she stood up and walked toward the railing. “Oh don’t be so dramatic, I have no intention of spoiling that surprise until you’re ready to really woo him with it. And you’d better woo him! You know as well as I do that he deserves the romancing.”
Her tone softened as she chuckled, trailing off with a sigh and a sort of wistful smile as she shook her head. “New York has been good to him. You have, too, I think. California was… a rough part in his life.”
Something in the way she phrased it got the investigative side of his brain thrumming, his curiosity piqued as he remembered what Derek said on the plane.
‘I know they forgave me, but… sometimes it’s hard to be around them and still be okay with myself, you know?’
The nosy part of him wanted to pry, to dig a little more, but his eyes flicked back to the window again, where Derek and all four of his siblings were doing a terrible job at acting like they weren't trying to stare him down.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure he’ll tell me when he’s ready.”
Apparently, that was the right answer—Nana’s face softened again as she smiled, nodding her head, beckoning Stiles into standing up. She put her hand in the crook of his elbow easily, steering them back toward the house in a way that allowed no room for compromise.
“You are going to be good for my Der-bear, I know it.”
“Oh, I mean, I hope so. Derek deserves that, and I definitely—“
“Just let him be good for you, too.”
She reached up and patted Stiles cheek as he stared at her, dumbfounded, automatically opening the door for her as she walked back into the house. His expression was mirrored in the matching expressions of slack-jawed shock from all five Hale siblings, all staring at Stiles as Nana started in on another family story that would be sure to embarrass Mark, or Laura, or anyone who wasn’t Derek.
He meant what he said, of course. Derek deserved someone who would be good for him.
Somehow, that was the problem here.
—————
“Stiles, you reek of nerves. All I can smell is nerves and bell peppers. It’s not a good smell. Are you going to tell me what you’re freaking out about, or what?”
Stiles jolted as Derek called him out so effortlessly, pulled out of the trance he had fallen into as he watched Derek work, pushing around some of the barbecue from the night prior with some fresh chopped veggies into a delightful spur of the moment stir fry.
Derek was also as dressed down as Stiles had ever seen him, in a light grey henley and a dark pair of jeans, and that was even more delightful than the stir fry.
“Wait, you—that’s just something you can do? Oh god, your entire family must have known how nervous I was yesterday, did they—“
“Stiles. Breathe.”
Right. Breathing. He could do that.
…. maybe.
The truth was, Stiles could honestly say that he was having a great time back in Beacon Hills.
Derek and his family were great, no lie, and fake relationship aside, the researcher in him was absolutely thriving seeing how a huge, well-established pack worked with one another. They were literally a well oiled machine, the personification of the old ‘it takes a village’ metaphor, and the only thing that amazed Stiles more than how well they worked together was how well they adapted to Stiles being there.
Of course, he thought a big part of that came from having the Alphas on his side—not just Derek, but Nana too.
(“I can’t believe she hugged you,” Laura had hissed after yet another glass of infused punch. “When she met my last boyfriend, she threw him off the porch.”
“Well, Stiles is a fragile little human,” Taylor had snorted, ignoring the way Stiles smacked his arm, “and Hank was a major, prolapsed asshole.”
“Well yeah, but that’s not the point!”)
As great as Derek and his family was though, getting to come home and surprise his dad early… well, there was no place on the planet he would rather be than wrapped in a signature Stilinski hug, the kind of hug where you held on just a little longer than you needed to so you can pretend you definitely weren’t crying.
He got to watch a game with his dad, he got to sleep in his old, lumpy-ass childhood bed, he got to make breakfast in his mom’s kitchen.
So yeah. Great time.
Or at least, it had been, until a text rolled through after he kissed his dad goodbye that morning.
der-bear: Do you want to come over for lunch? Nana has everyone out of the house, Mom and Uncle Peter showed up this morning and he’s already driving everyone crazy.
sent: sure man. want me to bring anything? :)
der-bear: Don’t worry about it. Besides, I figure we should talk before the bonfire anyway.
And just like that, something brought around a cloud to rain on Stiles’ parade.
“Is it about tonight?” Derek asked, and if Stiles’ hadn’t been so laser focused on his cooking technique (his arms, okay, he was staring at Derek’s arms) he probably would have missed the way Derek hesitated when he asked, like he was afraid of the answer.
He picked himself up off of the barstool at the island in their gigantic kitchen, leaning against the counter closer to Derek, reaching in to pluck a chunk of onion out of the pan, skillfully avoiding the swat from Derek’s wooden spoon. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you… You know we’re looking forward to having you with us, right?” Derek asked, spooning some of the food onto two separate plates, using his claws to rip two fresh chunks of bread off of a loaf. “But if you don’t… I mean, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to be there if you don’t want to.”
Stiles frowned as he accepted one of the plates, pulling the smaller chunk of bread off of one of Derek’s claws, mulling his next words over. “As long as you want me there I’ll be there,” Stiles said slowly, because there really was no way to politely say that Stiles would rather throw himself into the sun before his mythical lore studying ass missed out on observing pack activity on a blue moon.
“Why would you think I didn’t want you there?” Derek asked, looking like he was offended at the very notion, sliding a fork to Stiles as he sat down at the countertop, that offended look only growing as Stiles snorted.
“I dunno, I thought you might have changed your mind about it. Dude, you sent me a ‘we should talk’ text. I’m no expert, but I know that nothing good follows a ‘we should talk’ text,” Stiles said around a mouth full of bread, but any degree of playful levity he had gone for was sapped out of his voice the moment he saw Derek look back down at his plate.
“That, uh. I do think we should talk, but not about that. Stiles, I...”
Ah, fuck. Derek’s ears were pink again, and for once, Stiles thought that was a bad thing.
Stiles did his best not to panic as he thought through things, wondering what he had fucked up, because he just knew he had fucked up a little something. Maybe he had come on a little too strong last night, maybe he had gotten too comfortable with his crush, maybe—
“I was thinking that maybe… we shouldn’t be faking this anymore.”
—or maybe, he had fucked up a whole lot of everything.
Stiles felt his heart sink through his shoes as he swallowed his bread, his appetite suddenly gone. He brushed his hands on his jeans, giving a few short nods, swallowing again as he pushed back from the table a little bit. He thought for a moment that he should argue against it, but Derek had a sad puppy expression splashed across his face, and Stiles wasn’t strong against that on a good day.
“Oh.”
He could feel Derek’s eyes tracking him as he started to move, standing up and starting an easy track around the kitchen, flexing his fingers before he rubbed his palm with his thumbs, an old habit he had thought he had kicked back when he graduated from Berkeley.
“I think, uh, maybe you should wait until you’re back in New York to tell your family?” Stiles started, missing the tiny smile on Derek’s face before it melted into a look of confusion. “You should tell them I broke up with you, not the other way around, I don’t mind being the bad guy,” he added, staring down at his hands.
“Wait, Stiles—“
“No, seriously, it’s fine,” Stiles interrupted, putting a smile back on his face, because he knew this was going to be coming at some point. Derek had made up their entire relationship, and Stiles had worked hard to remember that the reality of it was… that it wasn’t reality. He was the one with the inconvenient crush, he was the one who had gotten stupid. This was all on him, and taking the high road to bow out gracefully would be too.
Or, at least, it should have been. But Derek had abandoned his seat as well, halfway following Stiles in his trail around the kitchen, putting his arm out against a countertop to stop Stiles at a turn.
“I said I wanted to stop faking, Stiles.”
Hell, when had Derek gotten so close to him? Stiles blinked as he backed up against the counter, Derek’s arms closing him in, and suddenly he was getting an up close and personal look at Derek’s lips, and his eyes, and the way the blush was going back up his ears, and—
...why was Derek blushing?
“I never said anything about wanting you to leave.”
But why would Stiles be staying if… oh. Oh.
Realization dawned on Stiles’ face as Derek blushed and looked down, moving his hands a little bit closer against the counter, and Stiles felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt Derek’s thumb settle right along his hip. He had to clear his throat before he could speak, swallowing down the hope that was threatening to bubble over, chewing on his lip as he put one hand on Derek’s chest, the other gently tipping his head back to look him in the eye.
“Dude, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, you gotta spell it out, I’ve had a crush on you for like forever and if I’m mis-reading this—”
“I told you. I’m your boyfriend, don’t call me dude.”
Stiles laughed again, elation making him feel light and giddy, finally breaking eye contact with Derek as he felt his own blush burn through the back of his neck.
“Stay, Stiles. You belong here. With me.”
Rather than even try to form a coherent response, Stiles dropped one of his hands, cheeks still a ruddy color as he looped a finger into one of the belt loops on Derek’s designer jeans, pulling him just that much closer.
“Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Oh, thank God—"
—————
Yeah, Stiles thought hours later, still feeling the warmth of Derek’s smile against his lips as howls sounded off around the Hale House, moonlight swirling around him from the vantage point he had on the porch.
This was exactly where he belonged.
#teen wolf#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#hale family#teen wolf fic#fake dating#everyone lives#two halves of a whole idiot#this is actually my first sterek fic ever lmao HOW WILD
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