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Stackson Week Day 1

The Bleeding Hearts Club

Rating: mature

Other tags: trans lydia, Derek Hale/ Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey/Scott Mccall/Allson Argent , Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Minor Character Death

triggers: fighting, drug use

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Chapter 1: Bookworms and Delinquents.

Stiles sighed, leaning against his locker. The hall was, like always, overly crowded and he just wanted to get to his next class. He pushed off the locker and began heading toward forensics. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to glare at whoever had touched him. “What do you want?” He glared at the chemistry teacher.

Mr. Harris sighed. “Mr. Stilinski, you have been warned before, but that hair and jacket are not school appropriate. You are out of dress code, again. This is your final warning. Get a haircut this weekend and do not wear that leather jacket again.”

Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. “And what are you going to do if I don’t?” He shifted his backpack higher on his shoulder and shifted his eyes around the hall. “You really should not have the right to tell me how long my hair can be. I’m not even in your class anymore.”

The teacher frowned. “Stilinski, you are out of line. You have been here for 5 years and are well aware of the dress code.” He grabbed the lapel of the jacket and growled at him. “Can’t you just follow the rules for another 2 months? Your hair cannot be below your ears. Get a haircut.”

“Fuck you.” Stiles glared, ripping himself away from the teacher. “Do not touch me.” He shook his head and began running toward the forensics lab. He looked back at Harris and sighed. That man has hated him since the moment he stepped foot in the Beacon Hills Boy’s academy at the start of his secondary education. He cursed as he ran into someone, feeling a stack of books hitting his feet. “Dammit. Sorry I wasn’t looking.” He looked up to see Jackson Whittemore in front of him.”

Jackson coughed and sighed, pushing his glasses back into place. “It is alright.” He bent down to pick up his books. It was his free period, and he had a lot of studying to do. “Um… where were you rushing off so fast?” He blushed as the other man began helping him to pick up the books.

Stiles sighed, handing the nerd a chemistry book. “Away from fucking Harris and his fucking rules.” He closed his eyes as he stood up. The hall was still so fucking crowded and he just wanted to get to his only enjoyable class. His hands shook as he ran his hand through his hair. “I have to go. Sorry again.” He blew out a breath and began running to his class again. Ha barely made it through the door as the bell rang.

Jackson nodded, watching him go. He fixed his stack of books and headed towards the library. He really did not know who the other man was, but they had been sharing classes now for five years. Stiles Stilinski was a complete mystery to all the borders. All anyone knew was that he was one of the few students who did not live on campus. Jackson was the son of the head master and had lived on campus for all twelve years of his formal education. He hardly knew anything about the world outside these walls. He entered the library and waved at the librarian before he claimed his usual table, opening his classical literature book.

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“Mieczyslaw!”

“It’s Stiles.” Stiles groaned and turned around to look at the teacher. He had been at this school for 5 years and everyone still refused to use his chosen name. “How may I help you, Professor Martin?

The teacher smiled at him. “I’m sorry, Stiles. I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming trigonometry exam? In Calculus, last year, your work was phenomenal. I cannot say the same this year. If you cannot pull off at least a 90% on your final, I will be forced to fail you. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have so much potential Stiles. I would hate to fail you.”

Stiles blew out a long breath and stepped away from her, letting her hand drop. “I’ll try to do better.” He stared around the room, glad that it was empty, except the two of them. “Can I go now? My dad is going to be upset if I am late.”

She nodded and smiled sadly at him. “Yes, please let me know if I can do anything to help.”

“Yeah, sure.” Stiles sighed, running from the room. He almost ran into Jackson again as he escaped, but the other student was able to step out of the way. “Sorry.” He grumbled, rushing to his locker. His father was going to be pissed if he was late again.

Jackson watched him with a frown before turning back to the math professor. “Um, you wanted to talk to me, Professor?”

Mrs. Martin nodded, gesturing to a desk. “Would you like a cup of tea?” She walked over to a table in the corner, putting on an electric kettle. She watched Jackson sit as she gathered her thoughts. “Jackson, you’ve been number one in your class for the last three years, Am I correct?”

Jackson nodded. “Yes please. You are correct ma’am. Right behind your son, Levi, I believe.” He took off his hat, placing it on the desk in front of him. “Is that what this is about?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “No, Levi is a bit annoyed that he can’t seem to catch up to you, no matter how hard he tries. I imagine that your father puts a lot of pressure on you, but no. That is not what I wanted to talk to you about. I was wondering if you are interested in tutoring a student for me. He is in my basic trigonometry class, and is in danger of failing. I would not like that to happen.”

Jackson blushed and nodded. “I do offer tutoring services. I usually charge $25 and hours. I can fit him in, if he agrees to this.” He smiled as he was handed a cup of tea.

Mrs. Martin nodded and sighed. “You see, the thing is, he is a scholarship student, and I am not sure he can afford to pay for tutoring.” She pulled out a chair and sat in front of the other student. “I asked Levi to tutor him already, but he said he doesn’t have the time.”

Jackson frowned. “Who would I be tutoring?”

“Mr. Stilinski. You just saw him, running out of here.” She sighed. “He’s really a really bright student, but he’s been sliding the last year and a half. I really would like it if he graduated.”

Jackson nodded, looking into his teacup. The leaves floated in the shape of a triangle. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “Can I think about it and get back to you tomorrow? It’s not like I really need the money, but my course load is quite heavy this semester.”

“Of course, Jackson. Finish your tea, and let me know how your own classes are going? How is your father?”

Jackson chuckled, sipping his tea. “My classes are fine. I will be happy to graduate in two months. Dad is fine. He’s a bit overly taxing about me getting into a good college. I’ve been accepted to Oxford, you know.”

She grinned. “That is great. Levi is heading to the States to study at Brown or Harvard. He has not really decided, but I’m quite proud.”

Jackson smiled, nodding. “That’s fantastic. I wish him luck.”

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Stiles ran into the police station and knocked on his father’s door. “Come in.” He sighed and opened the door, stepping into the sheriff’s office. “You’re late. Your shift started 5 minutes ago.”

Stiles nodded, placing his book bag behind his desk. “My trig teacher held me behind.” He went to his desk to start sorting the files. He knew his job was not really going to pay for his college but every little bit helped. Although, at the rate he was going, he was not going to get into college.

“That’s one of the classes you’re failing, is it not?” The sheriff looked up at him, as he sighed another form. “What did she want?”

Stiles sighed, slumping in his chair. “Just to remind me that I’m failing. I’m not sure what I am going to do, dad. I have to get at least a 90% on my final.” He chewed his lip, tongue flicking the clear ring he had on the right side. “I hate it. I hate all of it.”

Noah stared at his son and sighed. “Mischief, you are such a bright kid. You were number three in your class until last year. Talk to me.”

Stiles shook his head. “I’ve got it. I’ll figure something out.” He knew that he was worrying his dad, but he really could not talk about how the anxiety was destroying everything about him. “Maybe I just need to spend more time studying. The math is not that hard, it’s just… I don’t know.”

Noah tapped his pen on his desk. “It seems the only class you are excelling in is forensics. That’s all well and good, but you need to do better if you are going to go to college.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go to college.” Stiles huffed.

The man shook his head. “I know that isn’t true. You’ve always loved school. What’s changed?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Stiles snapped. “Sod off it.”

The sheriff raised a brow at him. “Do not talk to me like that, Stiles. You know I am on your side. I know you’ll be 18 years old next week, but you are still my friend.” He pushed his paperwork away and walked over to his son, “I know Erica dying hit you hard, but in the last year, I’ve seen you ditch all your friends, change your entire style. Where did you even get that hideous leather jacket?”

Stiles rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back. “It was in a box of mum’s old stuff. I like the way I dress now. Is it so bad?” He picked up a file and placed it into an envelope for outgoing mail. He knew that he was being a bit of an ass but he did not know how to talk to his father anymore. “Just forget it.”

Noah sighed and nodded. “Alright. Go home, today. There is not much for you to do, and you’re still grounded.”

Stiles cursed and grabbed his bag. “Are you going to be home for dinner or am I on my own?”

Noah shrugged. “I’m not sure. It’s been quiet. If I’m not home by 7pm, get some take out.” He frowned as he went to hug his son and he stepped back. “I’ll see you later.”

Stiles nodded as he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed out of the station. He climbed into his jeep and headed to the edge of town where he knew his friends gathered. One of his mates from primary school was sitting on a pile of rubbish as he walked up a hill. “Hey.”

Isaac smiled sadly at him. “Hey.” He tossed him a pack of cigarettes as Stiles sat down next to him. “How are you doing, Stiles?”

Stiles shrugged, lighting a cigarette. “Fine. Dad is getting on my case. My teachers are getting on my case. You know, the usual.” He leaned back, blowing smoke into the air. “I’m going to flunk my maths.”

Isaac shook his head, rolling a joint. “I hope you don’t. You’re the only one who is going to make something of himself and get out of this hell hole.”

Stiles chuckled. “Dad brought up Erica again. You know, she would kick my ass if she saw how bad it’s gotten.”

Isaac nodded. “She’d kick both our asses.” He lit the joint and passed it to Stiles. “Can’t you get a tutor or something?”

Stiles laughed, taking a drag. “Yeah, like I can afford a tutor. I’m lucky I’m on scholarship or I would not be able to afford school.” He looked up at the sky. “I’m lucky grandfather was a legacy or I would have gotten kicked out a long time ago.”

Isaac chuckled. “Not sure your grandfather is the legacy you want to live up to.”

”Yeah, but it got me into one of the best schools in the five counties.” He grinned and laid back as he relaxed into the drug. “Have you heard from Derek?”

“Not since he and Levi broke up last week. I know that he’s going to the States, but Derek would have waited for him.” Isaac sighed. “I’m giving him his space. He’s usually gone before I wake up anyway.”

“Levi has been distant in himself from everyone. He hasn’t even picked up any of my calls.”

“Yeah, but he’s been avoiding you since Erica died.” Isaac sighed, curling into Stiles’s side. “I have something to share. “Allison and I kissed.”

Stiles laughed, wrapping an arm around him. “Isn’t she dating Scott?” He knew that Isaac craved touch more than anything and he was more than happy to provide it. He was one of the few people he trusted anymore.

Isaac chuckled. “Yeah, but they are polyamorous. I really like them.” He took the joint from Stiles and took a drag. “Don’t judge me.”

“I’d never judge you.” Stiles sighed. He was not sure what else he was supposed to say. “I wish Derek and Levi would talk to me. It’s not like I don’t feel guilty enough.”

Isaac sat up and hovered. “Hey, it wasn’t your fault, Stiles. You have got to stop blaming yourself.”

“We would not have even been out there if it weren’t for me, Isaac.” Stiles sighed,closing his eyes. “I drove us out there.”

Isaac caressed his cheek. “Stiles, we all agreed to go out that night. If it were your fault, It was just as much my fault, or Derek’s. He’s just lost since losing someone he thought of as a little sister. He feels like he was supposed to protect her.”

Stiles chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes. “We were all supposed to protect her. I still can’t talk about it, but every time I close my eyes I see her falling. I can’t get through a fucking day without panicking about it.”

Isaac nodded and kissed his forehead. “I know. Look what it is doing to you. I’m the only one who you can stand being around, and I am all kinds of fucked up.” He sighed and laid his head back on his shoulder. “”Maybe you need to go to a counselor.”

Stiles shook his head. “I can’t... I can’t talk about it. Not yet.”

Isaac nodded. “Well, I hope you can before you completely come apart.”

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Jackson placed his bag behind his desk and placed his laptop on the surface. He walked over to his bed and fell back, letting out a long sigh. He only had about an hour before he was expected to attend dinner with other boys in his year. He wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with their problems today, but he was head boy. He had a job to do. There was a knock at his door and he groaned as he got up and answered it. “Hello, father.”

“Jackson, my boy. How are you doing tonight?” The man walked into the room and looked around. “Just wanted to talk before we went down to dinner, tonight,”

”I’m alright.” Jackson smiled, taking his glasses off and polishing them. “I’ve already completed my homework, and I was debating getting started on a couple more admissions forms, for oxford.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Are you sure that Oxford is really where you want to go? You have so many choices.” The headmaster sat on his bed and looked up from him. “Never mind about that though. The librarian was telling me that you are spending all your time in the library? Don’t you want to spend some time with your mates?”

Jackson sighed, sitting at his desk. “I really don’t have a lot of mates, dad. And the ones I do have, we’re all getting ready for finals. I’m too busy studying and tutoring to worry about that right now.”

The man nodded, frowning a bit. “I’m glad to hear you are keeping up with your studies, and helping your fellow classmates, but you need to make more connections outside of class. You cannot get into politics if you do not make the right connections, Jackson.”

“I know, father. It’s not like I don’t already have a seat in the House of Lords.” He wiped his hand over his face. I just… Don’t I have plenty of time?”

Mr. Whittemore sighed. “You would think but you have two months until graduation. These walls cannot protect you forever and I want you to have the best in life.”

“Yes, father.” Jackson smiled at him. He knew that his father meant the best, but the pressure would eventually get to him and he would burn out at the rate he was going. “One of my Professors wants me to take on another student, pro bono.”

The older man grinned. “Great. I’d say you should do it. It would look great on your applications. Who is it? Does he go here? I’m sure that anyone going here could afford to pay, so I assume he goes to another school.”

Jackson groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Stiles Stilinski. I asked her to give me the day to think about it.”

“I want you to stay away from that boy.” The headmaster sighed, changing his tone so quickly, it had Jackson jumping slightly. “He is bad news.”

Jackson frowned, shaking his head. “He’s quiet but he doesn’t seem that bad. He was number three in our class until last year. Other than that, no one really knows much about him.”

The headmaster shook his head as he stood and began pacing. “He is part of a gang out of north Beacon Hills. One of them got herself killed last year, and Stilinski went around the bend. He has been caught with drugs on campus, and been arrested for fighting on numerous occasions. The only reason I have not expelled him is that I was friends with his grandfather, and his father is the sheriff.”

Jackson frowned. “I… should you really be telling me this? It seems like he needs someone in his corner.” He pulled out his bag and pulled out a notebook. “It won't hurt to tutor him. If I can get him to pass maths, maybe it’ll help him at least graduate.”

David sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I won’t forbid you from tutoring him, if he agrees to it, but do be careful. Don’t let him talk you into anything dangerous.”

“Yes, father.” Jackson sighed, taking a few notes. We should probably go down to dinner. My responsibilities are waiting.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s go. They are serving my favorite pudding tonight.” He chuckled, squeezing his shoulder.

Jackson nodded as he left the room.

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Stiles sat at his desk and opened his forensics book. He looked up and frowned as Mr. Hale wrote out some questions on the white board. “I thought we did not have a final in this class?”

Peter looked at him, sighing. “I had not planned on it, but the headmaster is insisting on it. How are you, Stiles?” The teacher smiled, leaning against his desk. “How is my nephew?”

Stiles looked down at his notebook and shook his head. “He is not talking to me right now. He’s not really talking to anyone since he and Levi broke up.” He leaned back and placed his feet on the desk. He wiped away a tear. “It’s alright. I think he just needs time.”

Peter nodded and winked at him. “You all are going to be alright, Stiles. Are you coming over later?”

Stiles chuckled. “I’m grounded, remember? Dad still is pissed about the pcp.” He rolled his eyes and chewed his lip. “Once Derek comes out of hibernation, I’ll let him know you asked about him.”

Peter nodded, sitting on his desk. “I should talk to the sheriff. You’ve been grounded for months.” He looked at his watch. They still had a few minutes before the class would start trickling in. “Chris and I don’t see you anymore. And you know how much Allison loves you.”

Stiles smirked at him. “You see me everyday, Mr. Hale.” He rolled his eyes. “And Isaac keeps me up to date on how Allison and Scott are doing.” He swirled his pen through his fingers. “I miss Chris too, but you don’t need to talk to dad. I think it’ll just piss him off more.”

Peter nodded. “Well, we’ll be having a dinner party this weekend. Chris would love to see you. Maybe he would let you go for the night, hmm? I can get you some really good cocaine and watch the new movie you wanted to watch.”

Stiles groaned. “Fine, I’ll ask him if I can go. I’m sure I can convince him that my favorite teacher invited me to a dinner party.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Will Scott and Allison be there?”

“Of course.” Peter smiled, bowing his head. “And Cora, Boyd, and Isaac are coming. I just wish I could get a hold of Derek.” He shrugged. “He’s really torn up, isn’t he?”

Stiles nodded, pursing his lips. “That’s what I hear.” He looked up as the students started entering the class. “I’ll talk to my dad and call you.” He grabbed Peter’s attendance book and started marking off names.

Peter nodded as he hopped off his desk and began getting ready to teach his class.

Jackson walked into the class and smiled at Peter. “Mr. Hale, could I borrow Stiles, please?”

Peter nodded and motioned for Stiles to get up from grading papers. “Take your stuff with you.”

Stiles sighed and grabbed his backpack, following Jackson out of the room. “What do you want?”

Jackson sighed, leading him out to the courtyard. “Sorry, this is my only free period and Mrs. Martin asked me to talk to you.” He led him to the fountain and sat on a bench. “Please, have a seat.”

Stiles licked his lips and rolled his eyes as he sat beside Jackson. “Let me guess, she wants her golden boy to talk to me… find out why I gave up in her class. I know she wants me to stay away from Levi.”

Jackson raised a brow at him and sighed. “No, actually she asked Levi to help you first, but he doesn’t have the time.” He pulled out a calendar from his bag and smiled at the other man, adjusting his glasses. “She just wants to know if you would be interested in me tutoring you until the final. If I’m correct, you need at least a 90.”

Stiles chuckled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one and leaned back on the bench. “No thank you. I know how much you tutors cost and I can’t afford it. I don’t want to hang around anyone that I don’t have to. I can’t be bothered.”

Jackson frowned, wanting to tell the other student off for the cigarette. “I will not be charging you, if that is your only reasonable objection. It would only be an hour after school. I just want to help.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, looking the man over. “You want to help? Why would the headmaster’s precious son want to help me?” He took a drag of his cigarette and looked away from him. “Why would Professor Martin put you up to this? I nearly destroyed her little girl.”

Jackson cursed, and slammed his date book on the bench. “There is no reason for you to be rude. You know Levi prefers he/ him pronouns, and is a man.”

Stiles chuckled sadly. “Yes, I was one of the first people he came out to. I helped him pick the name Levi. He was one of my best friends until last year. Do not tell me about Levi. I fucking know all about Levi.” He tossed his cigarette and stood up. “You can take your tutoring and shove it up your arse. I’ll study on my own.”

Jackson reached out and took his hand. “Please…”

Stiles ripped his hand away. “Do not fucking touch me.”

Jackson licked his lips, pulling his hands back, folding them in his lap. “I just want to help, Stiles. I can’t begin to fathom what happened between you and Levi, but I won't ask. I am just here to help you through your maths, and any other subject you might be having trouble with.”

Stiles stood there, holding his hands behind his back. He felt terrible for snapping at Jackson, but he had stepped a little too far over the line. “I have a job. Let me talk to my dad about staying after school to study.” He turned and began walking away.

“I always have this hour free. You can find me at the library.” Jackson called out to him.”

Stiles nodded and waved at him before disappearing back into the school.

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Stiles walked into his dad’s office and sighed as he plopped on top of his desk. “Hey, daddio.”

Noah sighed, looking up at his son. “What are you doing here? You have today off.” He pushed his paperwork away, folding his hands on the desk. “And no you cannot go out tonight.”

Stiles groaned, folding his legs up on his desk. “One, the dinner party is Saturday and I was invited by one of my teachers. Just think about it. Two, I needed to ask you about staying after school to study. Mrs. Martin arranged a tutor for me. But you can say no. I know I have a job, and…”

“Stiles. You’re fired.” Noah smiled. “I want you to study.” The sheriff raised a brow at him. “And let me guess, this teacher is Peter Hale, the uncle of Derek Hale.”

Stiles frowned at him. “You can’t fire me. I need the money for college. And you like Peter. It’s just one dinner party and don’t you think I’ve been grounded long enough?”

“We’ll talk about college later.” The sheriff sighed. “Peter is fine, but you were arrested for carrying angel dust, Stiles. Do you know how dangerous that drug is?” He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “Who else is going?”

”Cora, Boyd, Isaac, Scott, and Allison.” Stiles grinned at him. “We’re trying to get Derek to go, but we can’t get a hold of him.”

“Fine, you can go, but I want you to come directly home.” The sheriff smiled at him. “If you are lying to me about this party, you’ll be grounded until you graduate. Do you understand me?”

“I swear. It’s on the level, pops.” He grinned. “Now about the job? Because I really need the money.”

The sheriff sighed. “You have not applied to one college, Stiles. You need to graduate, and I would rather the money go to a tutor than your cigarettes. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been smoking.”

Stiles chewed his lip. “He’s not charging me. It’s not like it’s illegal to smoke.”

“Then what is the problem? Please, just take his help.” Noah chuckled. “For you it is. You are 17 for another week.”

Stiles groaned. “It’s no big deal. Can we not argue about that? I do not want to hang out with Jackson Whittemore for an hour a day.”

The sheriff raised a brow at him. “Jackson? The headmaster’s son? I don’t think you can turn this opportunity down, Stiles. He is a good kid, and he will make sure you pass your classes. Do you want to spend another year in high school? If you repeat a year, you’ll have to go back to Beacon Hills High school. Beacon Hill’s school for Boys has been amazing for you. You don’t want to screw that up.”

“Pops. I… How do I put this? He is posh in carnet. He is bred for politics.” Stiles sighed. “I could just study harder, and ignore all that.”

Noah shook his head. “If you want me to lift your punishment, you’ll start studying with Jackson. I’m sorry, Mischief. Those are my terms.”

Stiles cursed. “Fine, but I am going out with Isaac tonight.”

His father nodded. “Fine. Be home by 10. I would like to not worry about you tonight. Please don't come home smelling like pot.”

Stiles grinned, hopping down from the desk. “Thanks daddio. I promise that I won’t do any drugs tonight. Just a few drinks.” He chuckled running out of the office.

“You’re under age.” The sheriff grumbled. “Dammit. Don’t drink and drive.”

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Stiles chuckled, tossing back a shot of tequila. “Isaac, I swear. My dad is all hung up on this tutor thing. I have to spend an entire hour a day with Jackson fucking Whittemore,”

Isaac sighed, sitting in his lap. The club was not very crowded on a Thursday night and they both were feeling a bit loose at the moment. He leaned his head on his shoulder. “It’s only an hour. You will survive.” He took a sip of his beer. “Jackson can’t be that bad. We don’t know him and you are jumping to conclusions.”

Stiles chuckled, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Yeah, I really don’t know much about him, but he is the headmaster’s son, and a complete nerd. You should have seen him today when he offered to tutor me.” He rested his chin on Isaac’s head. “We are from two different worlds.”

“You’re not dating him, Stiles. You are just studying.” Isaac smirked as he squirmed in his arms. “Your dad is right, Stiles. You don’t want to flunk out of school.” He kissed his chin. “You’ve got this, babe.”

Stiles nodded. He ran a hand through Isaac’s hair and sighed. A man walked by them and grumbled something about the club going to hell with fags. Stiles growled at him and stood up, placing Isaac back in the chair. “You got a problem with us?”

The man smirked, getting in his face. “This club does not need faggots stinking up the place.”

Stiles laughed loudly. “Trust me, this place does not help stinking up the place. You are doing a pretty good job yourself.” He pushed the man back. “Just go on your way and let us enjoy our night.”

“Did you just push me?” The man growled, pushing him back.

Isaac stood up. “Come on guys. Let’s just go our own separate ways.”

“Sit down, Isaac.” Stiles growled, glaring at the asshole in front of him. “I’ve got this taken care of.” He knew that Isaac hated violence, but he would not allow anyone to push them around. ”You think you can come in here and be a homophobic asshole? Where do get the fucking balls? Cause from where I’m standing you’ve got none.”

The man cursed and threw a punch at him. Stiles laughed as he ducked and punched the man in the stomach. About five minutes later Stiles had been thrown into the table and the man was being pulled off him. Isaac helped Stiles up as the bouncer began throwing all three of them out of the club. Isaac sighed, glaring at Stiles. “You just could not let it go, for once? they just let us come back to this place and we’re going to get banned again.”

Stiles sighed, wiping blood from his lip. “You are so used to letting people push you around.” He took the other man’s hand and began walking back to his Jeep. “You’re driving. I have had too much to drink.”

Isaac rolled his eyes and sighed. “You can’t fight every asshole who insults you.” He took the keys to the jeep and helped Stiles into the passenger side. “I’m sleeping over, and you should get some ice on that eye.”

“Yeah, I’m sure dad will be cool with that.” Stiles sighed, leaning back in his seat.

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Stiles groaned, sitting across from Jackson, “Fine, I’ll let you tutor me. My dad seems to think it’ll be good for me.” He glared at the man sitting across the table.

Jackson frowned, looking the kid over. “What happened to your face?” That was probably a bit rude but he was not really sure what else to say.

Stiles chuckled, pulling out his trigonometry book. “It was nothing but a little bar fight. Some homophobic asshole. Trust me, he got the worst of it.”

Jackson nodded, opening his lap top. “Oh, I did not know you were gay. That’s cool I guess.” He blushed, bringing up his notes. He had no idea what he was saying. This was not a topic that he knew a lot about. He went out with a few girls but he just did not have time for dating and he never could find a connection with anyone. “So… should we get started?”

“I’m not gay. I’m just an equal opportunity lover.” Stiles smirked, winking at him. He chuckled as he pulled out his notebook. “I suppose. I think we have a practice test monday. I wasn’t really paying much attention yesterday.”

Jackson's blush deepened. “Um…okay. Maybe that is your problem, paying attention in class.” He smiled, pulling out five notebooks. “These are my notes from when I took Trig, last year.”

Stiles frowned, leafing through the notebooks. “This is like 3000 pages of notes. Do you want me to write a textbook?“

Jackson chuckled. “It’ll help you learn trigonometry.” He shook his head and sighed. “Maybe I could break it down for you a bit more.” He looked at the notes flipping to the section Stiles class was currently studying. “This is the bit that you need for the test on Monday.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and began reading over the notes. “I know all of this, I just can’t seem to remember it when I take the tests. Honestly, I’ve never been this bad at tests before.” He looked up at Jackson. “Do you think you can just give me the answers?”

Jackson gasped, shaking his head. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and sighed. “That is not exactly how this works, Stiles. That would be cheating. You’re never going to learn if I give you the answers.”

“But you have them, don’t you?” Stiles smirked, twirling his pencil between his fingers. “I can make it worth your wild.”

Jackson closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could not believe this guy had ever been any sort of competition for him. “Mrs. Martin gives the same test every year, but I am not going to just give you the answers.” He looked up at Stiles. “Why don’t I just let you read over the notes for the weekend and I’ll quiz you before her class, Monday.”

“No can do, baby doll. I have a party tomorrow night.” He smiled. “There has to be a way for us to come to some sort of agreement?”

“If you are not going to take this seriously, I don’t know why I am going to waste my time.” Jackson growled at him. He rarely lost his temper but this kid was really starting to get on his nerves. “I know that you are capable of passing this class, Stiles.”

“You know nothing about me, Whittmore.” Stiles scoffed and closed the notebook. “You’re right. We don’t need to waste either of our time.” He gathered his books and stood up, ready to leave. “Fuck you.”

Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes. “Let me talk to Mrs. Martin and see if we can’t reschedule your test and you can study here Monday instead.”

Stiles glared at him for a moment before letting his shoulders drop. “Fine. Why don’t we try one more time?”

Jackson licked his lips and nodded. “You have to really commit here, Stiles. I won’t sell you the answers, but if we buckle down, I can guarantee that I’ll have you pass your final.”

Stiles slumped in his seat and nodded. “Give me the bloody notes.”

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Jackson sighed and threw his bag under his desk. He laid on his bed and looked at the ceiling. Once he had broken down the test with Stiles, the tutoring had gone a lot smoother. He could not understand Stiles Stilinski. He was smart, but he had zero work ethic. He took off his classes and closed his eyes. He had developed a bit of a headache and he just wanted to go to bed.

There was a knock on his door and he groaned as he got up. He answered the door and smiled. “Hey, Levi.”

Levi smiled at him. “Jackson… Can we have a little talk?”

Jackson nodded, gesturing for him to come in. “Of course, Levi. You are always welcome.” He went and pulled out a chair for him before sitting on the bed. “What did you want to talk about?”

Levi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “My mum is so excited about me going across the pond for college. I have the opportunity to go to Brown or Harvard. I should be excited right?”

Jackson nodded. “But you’re not?”

“… Did your dad ever tell you what happened a year and a half ago? Levi sighed. “It was right before I came out.”

Jackson shook his head. “He told me the other night that Stiles got your friend killed,”

Levi shook his head. “It wasn’t Stiles’s fault. He blames himself, and he really went off the rails about it. He started pushing us all away. Anyway, he had just gotten his license and we all went out partying. We went out to the preserve… and up to the cliffs.” Levi licked his lips. “We got so drunk, and Erica tripped. She fell so far. Stiles blames himself because he suggested we go out to the preserve and he got ahold of the beer.”

Jackson chewed his lip. “He could not have predicted that would happen. Why are you telling me all this?”

Levi sighed. “I don’t want to leave with all of us still so distant. I broke up with Derek because of all of this. We’ve been dating for four years and I dumped him because I could not handle the pressure anymore. I mean I’ll be leaving and I don’t want to make him wait for me. I did not tell my mum that I also got into Oxford. Maybe I should stay here.”

“That is completely up to you, Levi. It seems like you have a lot to think about.” Jackson smiled and took his hand. “I suggest you talk to your friends though. I think Stiles really needs help, Levi.”

“I know.” Levi groaned. “We used to be such good friends and I feel like I let him down because I was going through so much. I feel like a terrible friend.” He felt like he was really letting everyone down.

“You’re not terrible.” Jackson smiled. “You were hurting too. All you can do is reach out and try to make things right now. Now, about the three colleges…” Jackson chuckled. “Your mom will be happy with whichever you choose. She is so proud of you.”

Levi nodded. “I guess I’ll call Stiles. Allisoon said something about a party tomorrow night. Do you want to come?”

Jackson shrugged, shaking his head. “No, I wasn’t invited, and I would hate to intrude.”

Levi laughed. “I’m inviting you and you would not be intruding. It’s at Professor Hale’s house. He’s married to Allison’s father and they throw dinner parties all the time. Mr. Argent always says the more the merrier.”

Jackson smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. The only parties he had ever attended were business functions for his father. “If you’re sure. Should I bring anything?”

Levi shook his head. “No, just yourself. I’ll text you the address, and I’ll let Mr. Hale know you are coming.

Jackson grinned at him. “Thank you for the invitation, then. I would love to come.” He chewed his lip. “Can you tell me a little more about Stiles… He confuses me.”

Levi raised an eyebrow at him. “I really don’t know who he is anymore. He used to be my best friend. Now he does nothing but drink, party and fight.” He chuckled softly. “He’s pretty hard to forget, isn’t he. He gets under your skin. “ Levi smirked.

Jackson sighed. “I just feel like he doesn’t want to rise to his potential.”

“Oh, he doesn’t, Jackson. He is on a path of self destruction. I wish I could tell you differently. I’m just glad my mum has been keeping an eye on him when I couldn’t.”

Jackson chewed his lips. “If you say so. Your mum has me tutoring him. She said you did not have the time.”

Levi gaped at him. “She never asked me, actually. I guess I can see why. We haven’t really talked in so long. Isaac is the only one who really talks to him anymore.”

“Isaac?” Jackson smiled, putting his feet on the bed.

Levi nodded. “His father was the swim coach, but he is in prison now.” He blushed softly. “Isaac doesn’t really like to talk about it, but Mr. Lahey used to beat him and lock him in an old freezer. Derek found Isaac in the freezer and reported it. Derek’s mom Talia took Isaac in.” Levi sighed, curling up in the chair. “Don’t tell him I told you that.”

Jackson nodded. “I knew Coach Lahey went to prison, but I never knew why. Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”

“But Stiles never stopped being there for Isaac, and he was the same for Stiles.” Levi smiled. “I don’t think anything could break the two apart, but Stiles gets him into so much trouble.”

Jackson sighed, nodding. “Sounds like they’ve had a hard time.”

“But that is no reason to self-destruct.” Levi groaned “Stiles got himself arrested for angel dust. How stupid is that?” He looked around the room sighing. “He’s so stubborn. He would not even let his father know where he got it. He’d hate it so much if he knew that I know all this, but the Sheriff gives me updates.” Levi sighed, wiping his eyes.

Jackson shrugged. “You sound like you really care for him.”

Levi chuckled through his tears. “I love him. He is still my best friend.”

Jackson smiled. “Must be nice. I’ve never really had that.”

Levi blushed. “I thought we were friends.”

“Oh, I… I guess we are. I mean, I like that you feel comfortable enough to confide in me.”

Levi nodded. “You’re a good listener. All the boys in this house think so.”

Jackson shrugged. “It’s not hard to offer an open ear.”

Levi chuckled. “You are so weird.”

“Thanks… I think.” Jackson laughed. “So, there is a party tomorrow. What should I wear?”

Levi grinned evilly. “Oh, you have to let me pick out your outfit.”

To be continued…

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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — Derek/Stiles {Part 5}

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"The Noble Tie That Binds" (E) by minusoneday | 49,548 | “Stiles, Stiles, Stiles,” Derek sighs, coming to stand next to him. He’s holding a roll of duct tape, which Stiles is eyeing very warily. “How do you know my name?” Stiles demands, and Derek rolls his eyes like he’s being stupid. “You don’t think I’d take the time to find out exactly who’s been masterminding all these ridiculous pranks?” “Masterminding!” Stiles exclaims. “That is false - completely off base - I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about - ” “Oh, I know an instigator when I see one,” Derek says.

"last night's dress (tiptoe out of this mess)" (M) by hito | 16,730 | My dad just asked me if my booty call guy would like to stay for brunch tomorrow. You in?

"Little Talks" (T) by pollitt | 4,478 | The sheriff witnesses Derek and Stiles's relationship from the outside.

"almost famous" (E) by thorgasmed | 10,761 | So the thorn in his side, the bane of his existence, is a tall skinny boy in skinny jeans, covered in tattoos from his neck to his feet. In some photos he has a buzzcut and in others he has a short mohawk. His lobes are stretched huge and he has two silver studs under his bottom lip. He looks how Derek pictured him; a smug delinquent.

"Between the Drinks (and Subtle Things)" (M) by flourcrowned | 3,426 | He remembered this feeling. This is what being hungover felt like.

"Air on a G String" (E) by rufflefeather | 20,974 | A Maenad is after Lydia, and when she doesn't get what she wants, she takes it out on Stiles.

"Under the Skin" (T) by Nny | 1,614 | Stiles almost swallows his tongue as Derek grabs his wrist, brushes his thumb against the fragile skin there. There's a moment of stillness, then Derek's head jerks up, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. Stiles snatches his hand back and walks away.

"Making Love Out Of Nothing At All" (E) by silverlining99 | 27,822 | When Derek comes to Stiles with a problem, Stiles agrees to help him.

"peace will come to me" (T) by goodnight_tinyhumans | 219 | There are moments, though few and far between these days, when Derek feels at peace. This is one of them.

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" (T) by goodnight_tinyhumans | 1,532 | Stiles might be a little sick of unrequited feelings or lust or whatever. The situation with Derek- Deputy Hale, he has to keep reminding himself, because he’s never actually told Stiles his name and that’s getting into creeper territory pretty quickly- has gone past the merely-wanting-to-jump-his-bones stage and well into die-hard-crush, complete with inappropriate fantasies involving handcuffs and roleplaying. And the problem with that, of course, is that he tends to resolve situations like these one of two ways: going out and getting drunk, or staying home and getting drunk.

"violets are blue" (T) by HalfFizzbin | 2,759 | Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it's the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist.

"A Broken Heart Is Blind" (M) by anonymous | 5,327 | When Lydia dumps Stiles to get back with Jackson, Stiles rebounds with Derek, his former TA. It was just supposed to be a one night stand, but they're both a little confused about what the rules for those are.

"Rare Books and Special Collections" (E) by anonymous | 15,288 | Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.

"The Woebegone Kid" (M) by ahab2692 | 31,000 | They make a pair: the disheveled man with wild hair and the red hooded boy with a spring in his step, both of them making their way through the fog and down the roads of Beacon Hills, searching for something. Stiles chews on his lip, scratches at the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Look . . . I mean, you know something’s wrong, yeah? Like, it’s not just me? I feel sort of like... We know each other, don't we?"

"Fever All Through the Night" (T) by anothershower | 1,391 | “There’s a prize?” he offers lamely, after it’s clear that Derek is really, seriously pissed off and not prepared to back down any time soon.

"Of Letters and Love and Everything in Between" (E) by sonic_counselor | 64,022 | He gets a few more letters after that, mostly full of Stiles complaining about life in Beacon Hills, telling him what everyone else is up to. Derek likes getting mail from Stiles but isn’t sure if he likes hearing about the humdrum dramas of Beacon Hills all the time. It makes him feel like he’s never left, and not in a good way. Stiles asks him questions in his letters, questions about what he’s been doing since he’s back in Brooklyn, if Cora is doing OK, what his favorite flavor ice cream is. Derek spreads the letters out on his bed and re-reads them all, before picking up a pen and starting to answer all of Stiles’ questions.

"The Brave and Stupid Thing" (E) by whateverrrrwhatever | 2,831 | “Fine,” Stiles interrupts, irritated. “Fine. There’s no way I’m going to be able to wash my hair on my own, anyway. What’s one more indignity?”

"Better Again" (E) by whateverrrrwhatever | 14,698 | Stiles has to look away, lean back a little. Derek has a fucking gorgeous mouth and Stiles is pretty sure his thirst is visible to every single person in the vicinity. He has got to tone it down. Anything more than appreciation is just straight up impractical — Derek isn’t into guys. Stiles is pretty sure he’d know, after years of living in close proximity.

"Coming Home" (G) by whateverrrrwhatever | 1,254 | Trust Stiles to arrive when everyone else is busy, though – his dad called in to cover for two sick deputies, Scott working transport for a suddenly ill beloved family mare, everyone else coincidentally busy with their own lives and scattered to the four winds besides. Well, he’s pretty sure he knows at least one person with no social life, no job, and nothing to do but entertain Stiles for an afternoon.

"Marcus Aurelius" (M) by sonic_counselor | 5,319 | “Why – and also, how – are you reading messages I sent Scott? Seems rude, even for you.” “You sent them to me.” “No I didn’t.” “Yes, you did,” Derek huffs.

"Seriously, it's like you're photoshopped." (T) by anonymous | 8,090 | "Oh my god," Stiles squeaks out again. "You're unbelievable." Hot Bar Guy bobs his head agreeably. "I've been told that before, though usually people are more out of breath and less clothed when they say it."

"The One Where Derek Almost Dies" 🔒 (T) by Jerakeen | 1,832 | "Wake up, right now," Stiles demands, voice cold with dread and fear. "You are not allowed to die here. You hear me, Derek Hale? I swear to god I will resurrect your ass as a zombie if you do. I'm not even kidding."

"Best Laid Plans of Wolves and Men" 🔒 (T) by Jerakeen | 2,026 | Maybe murder seems better to Derek than being Stiles Stilinski's pretend boyfriend.

"Consider It Love" (E) by mysecretashes | 1,565 | "What's this?" Stiles says, taking the unwrapped box from Derek. It's small and square, black, and void of any sort of brand name or logo. Derek shrugs, not meeting Stiles' eyes. "I stepped on your watch last time we were at my loft. Consider it an apology."

"Oh baby give me one more chance (to show you that I love you)" (E) by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 54,793 | “You like Derek,” Stiles says slowly. “Derek Hale.” His father grimaces at the accusation there. “Look, Stiles it’s complicated-” “So when I was married to him,” he continues, voice rising. “He wasn’t good enough. He was taking advantage of me. ‘He’ll never be able to love you like you want, Stiles’. That’s what you said.”

"The New Teacher" (M) by everchanginginks & TwistedAmusement13 | 9,562 | Derek, a world-weary English teacher pushing 40, is roped into a wet night out by his best friends. He finds himself charmed by a flirty college student who introduces himself as Stiles. They share an incredible night, but Stiles leaves before Derek wakes up. Thinking that he'll never see Stiles again, Derek bitterly gets ready for work at Beacon Hills High School. He's in for a bit of shock when he's introduced to the newly hired science teacher.

"A Couple of Dicks" (T) by grangerinvestigations | 2,679 | “Why can’t we be Hale-Stilinski Detectives at Large? Or better yet, Stilinski-Hale?” “That sounds like we’re married.” “Dude, we are married, except for all the awesome parts that come along with it,” Stiles said. “I have to live with you, share all expenses, work with you and put up with your obnoxious mood swings, but you never put out.”

"he is and as he is" (T) by avocadomoon | 1,176 | Why are you trying to eat five muffins at once, you're disgusting, and Stiles just smirked and poked his shoulder and laughed when Derek smacked him in the stomach and accidentally made him spit out two and a half muffins onto the carpet.

"Everyone Can See" 🔒 (E) by venilia | 40,475 | He finds the journal at the bottom of collection of Victorian doorknobs. As soon as he turns the page Stiles knows this is it, sharp like an electric current up his spine. It’s beautiful, an open-mawed fox winding through the roots of an ash tree, nine stars under its paws.The bare-lined sketch was inked with pen, rough and more stylistic than realistic. Stiles is in love.

"Pick a Pack of Pestered Puppies" (T) by calrissian18 | 14,363 | Derek says, “They’re taking my pack.” He stresses the word, willing Stiles to get it. He closes his eyes like they hurt. “Pack, which you just—” Which Stiles had just declared he was, which he'd only done after realizing they all were—that he and Chris and Isaac and Peter had been working frightfully well as one without even noticing it.

"He Speaks in Petals" (M) by calrissian18 | 4,727 | A giant root pulls itself from the earth, dirt falling in clumps, worms and beetles shaking free, bending and curling itself before him. The tip touches low on Derek's stomach. “Flowers bloomed here,” the root lifts and hovers in front of his mouth, “and fell freely from here.” The root lowers to the earth slowly, stiffly. “But no longer. Nothing grows in you now.”

"Killer Smile" (E) by Black_Calliope | 54,434 | Stiles works as a member of a Behavioral Analysis Unit, gets insulted quite a lot, learns that love doesn't always take the shortest path and cultivates an illicit relationship with a coffee mug. Not necessarily in that order.

"Reciprocal Determinism" (T) by calrissian18 | 4,248 | Stiles stares at him, glassy eyes tracking every twitch of Derek’s movement while his lungs struggle to take in air. Derek grabs him by the shoulders, the same place the beta had touched him. “Fall apart if you need to. Let go.” Stiles blinks at him and then… then he does. He shoves Derek away from him and screams, a harsh and desperate thing that sounds as though it’s going to rip him in half before it’s through with him.

"And I Never Thought I'd Ever Say Forever" (M) by suchfun | 31,844 | "The TiMER is a gift." He says it automatically, because that's what his mom says. That's how he was brought up. That's what he's supposed to think. He used to believe it, back when he was sixteen and idealistic. Back when he thought meeting his soulmate was an inevitability, not a slim possibility.

"Cut It Out And Then Restart" (T) by suchfun | 18,690 | Years ago, when they were first starting out both in their relationship and their careers, when they were babies and hardly understood their car insurance let alone the multi-billion dollar, all-consuming, world-encompassing, life-altering business of news reporting—back then, Derek would practice his expressions in the mirror, and Stiles would think, I'm so glad he'll never have to use that face with me.

"Handstands For You" (E) by Fenris13 | 15,930 | “Derek’s probably been to the lake before, right?” Stiles says into the night. Allison stops to look at him, confused. Scott just makes a sound like a dying whale that sounds suspiciously like “not again, Stiiiiles”, but Stiles ignores him. He’s the one who asked Stiles to come with, so he gets to listen to Stiles’ problems. “Um, yes? Didn’t you guys come here just a few days ago?” “Well yeah, but that was for werewolf reasons, that doesn’t count, I mean like—it’s summertime. Do you think Derek, like. Goes to the lake?” Allison squints at him, but when Scott makes that beleaguered noise again, her face changes and Stiles blushes. “I don’t know Stiles,” she says mischievously. “Maybe you should ask him.”

"in the waiting room" (E) by CoraRochester {story} & ravenclawkward {art} | 29,753 | In which Stiles has amnesia and falls in love with his husband all over again.

"Muérdago" (E) by starbolin | 17,678 | Stiles blew out a breath. “As amazing as it is to find out you have a sense of humor at all, the sarcasm isn’t helping.” “A guy goes to a movie theater,” Derek said, still not looking at Stiles. Stiles started moving. Derek did too. After a moment, Derek continued, “He gets there early, sits down with his popcorn and watches a couple of previews. Then a woman comes in with a bear on a leash.” This is not happening, Stiles thought.

"anything, anything" (E) by drunktuesdays | 5,242 | “Did you sic everyone in this damn town on me?” Stiles said, furious. “No,” Derek drawled. “Fernando at the coffee shop refused to serve me,” Stiles shouted. “Do you know how long he’s known me? Since I was five. When I asked him what his problem was, his wife told me you were a nice boy and I shouldn’t be so mean.” “I am a nice boy,” Derek said, smirking a little.

"But it's better when it's you" (M) by Tails89 | 9,707 | Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open. “What?” Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale. He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

"Hook Me Up" (M) by suchfun | 4,682 | Derek walks in—Derek, Derek from last night, Derek from this morning, Derek—walks in. He walks in, sees Stiles, and freezes. Stiles blinks, staring, thinking maybe he's imagining things, but it's definitely Derek—he's even wearing same clothes, just with a confused scowl instead of a self-satisfied smirk. Also, a plastic pirate hook is gripped in his left hand, which is the worst non-attempt at a costume Stiles has ever seen. Ever. It's ridiculous. Stiles swallows roughly. "If you'd had that last night, things might have gone in a totally different direction," he says inanely, nodding at the hook.

"Looking For The Feeling Lost Inside" (M) by suchfun | 46,069 | "Am I wrong? Do you secretly love modelling? Because if you do then fucking A man, get your coin, but if you're—" "I can't fucking do anything else!" Derek snarls, and fuck. The shock of it, of finally saying it out loud, startles him out of his beta shift and into silence.

"Move You Like an Earthquake" (G) by angelgazing | 665 | “I really thought growing up would have better perks,” he says, three weeks out from turning twenty-one, nothing to fight, and sipping from a glass of milk because Derek won’t bend enough to let him have something stronger. “No, you didn’t,” Derek answers.

"A Heart Repeating, Beating" (G) by angelgazing | 659 | His fingers want to reach for Stiles, but that isn't a new sensation. Derek can never take his eyes off of him, not in any kind of light. And not like this. With the darkness, with the quiet, with the soft movements Stiles makes as he prepares for another day. And Derek thinks--I wasn't prepared for you. He thinks--I have never known anyone more terrifying.

"Oh Noetry" (M) by starbolin | 1,034 | “You met him yesterday?” What Derek had smelled in the store struck him as more of a three-day fiesta of fornication, held somewhere with intense humidity and no running water. Stiles was scowling. “Yeah? So?” “I wasn’t -- whatever,” Derek cut himself off, because he was pretty sure if he heard the words jizz swamp coming out of his own mouth he’d have to put the grocery bag down, get back in his car, and drive into an overpass pillar.

"The Chasms Between" (E) by alexenglish | 15,124 | Stiles has come to the terms with the fact that he and Derek are never going to be together in this life. They have way too many unresolved issues. Besides, Derek doesn't want him, he knows that much.

"If I Had A Wish (Or Even A Choice)" (E) by ladyblahblah | 3,892 | Stiles has a preference for written porn. He also has a thing for Derek's voice. So when Derek finds his erotica collection, this is clearly either the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

"the banana bread incident" (T) Thealmostrhetoricalquestion | 10,287 | Stiles is clambering into the shopping cart with an expression of unholy glee pasted across his face, sunglasses slightly askew. “Three laps around the car park, at least, or I’m going to shove this cart in your car. And I promise, big guy, it’ll fit.” Derek swings his keys around his index finger and says, “This is a lot less enjoyable than the last time a guy promised me that.”

"Little Promises" (G) by crossroadswrite | 2,666 | Derek slaps the end of the pencil that was hanging off the table and it goes flying, hitting Deaton squarely on the shoulder. Isaac stares with wide eyes at Derek for a split second before he curls in on himself with laughter. “Derek,” Dr. Deaton says calmly and Derek scrunches his nose at him, dropping down to his hands and wiggling back so he can hide under the coffee table and doesn’t have to say hello to him. “I don’t think he likes you,” he hears Stiles say with a laugh in his voice.

"Timshel" (T) by jsea | 12,569 | Derek feels Peter die. Peter was his alpha. Had been. As his life soaks away onto the forest floor, the magnetic pull of pack slowly seeps away too. Derek turns away from the sight. He's exhausted and there's a knot in his chest that tightens even further at the knowledge that Scott got everything he wanted, at a price Derek had to pay.

"There's Monsters at Home" (E) by calrissian18 | 83,600 | “How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many. The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.” Derek despised him.

"Sinking and Surfacing" (E) by calrissian18 | 9,547 | Derek's repairing broken things, Stiles is determined not to be one of them.

"Taught by Experts" (T) by unpossible | 29,011 | “Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”

"Something More" (E) by kaistrex | 19,148 | When Derek and Stiles stumbled into a friends with benefits relationship purely by accident, they weren’t expecting it would one day save their asses when a threat from Derek’s past comes knocking. All they need to do is pretend to really be in love to avoid an arranged marriage agreed to years ago with a pact of blood.

"catch me in the cracks between your crooked smile" (E) by illuminatedcities | 7,662 | “I shouldn’t have said that,” Derek says, the same moment Stiles says: “You care about me!” Derek’s long-suffering expression should be photographed and shown in a museum somewhere, in Stiles’ opinion. “That’s not what I said,” Derek says. “Well, it was heavily implied at least,” Stiles says.

"Step into the daylight (and let it go)" (M) by dearericbittle | 14,418 | Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy.

"Seen that wild blue yonder (let's hide under the covers)" (E) by dearericbittle | 25,973 | Weatherman Stiles doesn’t have time for a relationship. So when his friend and neighbor uneasily tells him that he’s thinking about dating again, but he doesn’t feel ready yet, the solution seems obvious. Friend sex. Obviously.

"The Only Exception" (E) by alisvolatpropiis | 37,182 | Derek is a complete and utter fool. He’s been so focused on trying to make sure his family will think Stiles is his boyfriend he’s been blind to the fact that he’s been treating Stiles like his mate. That he wants Stiles to be his mate.

"Bounty Hunter Hale" (M) by Captain_Loki | 8,964 | Stiles had endured the grumbling ‘bounty hunters’ rant from his father for about a decade. In a show of solidarity he shared his father’s less than favorable opinion of them, and maybe it was just the fact that Batman was ranked only second to his father as childhood hero, but he tended to agree that justice should be an end in and of itself. This rather noble sentiment of Stiles’ was, however, flushed immediately down the proverbial toilet when, one afternoon, Stiles caught sight of the two hundred pounds of the pure muscle and leather that was Derek Hale.

"Sucker Love" 🔒 (E) by whiskey_in_tea | 17,978 | Kate sits up and narrows her eyes at him. “Page 72,” she says. “Why I Plan to Wait, by Stiles Stilinski.” The spread is hilariously cliched: a full page picture of a pale, pretty boy with a wide-eyed blonde girl walking on the beach, the two of them holding hands and staring into the waves, probably thinking wistfully of the sex they aren’t having. “See, I was thinking he might make an interesting challenge,” Kate says lazily. “And he’s surprisingly attractive, don’t you think? Such long fingers. And that mouth.”

"Need for Weed" (T) & "Seeing Stars" (M) by alisvolatpropiis | 4,330 | Derek was nervous enough about this, aside from his hang-ups about rule breaking. He has no idea what he’s doing, and he’s already accepted the fact that he’s going to look like an idiot to whomever he buys from. He hadn’t counted on the dispensary’s delivery guy being utterly fucking gorgeous, and the type to brazenly (and unprofessionally) check Derek out as well, biting his plump, pink bottom lip.

"Shiver" (T) by canistakahari | 1,711 | Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

"Hotsky to Trotsky" (T) by paintedrecs | 3,317 | Derek had his future mapped out: there'd be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn't spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships. He hadn't factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.

"Snowed In" (T) by paintedrecs | 16,292 | Derek loved Christmas. Family-only Christmases, that is, which Cora had thrown a wrench into this year by bringing home a guy who turned out to be handsome, funny, brilliant, and... of course... completely unavailable.

"Practice Makes Perfect" (G) by hazelNuts | 754 | Stiles gets sick after going on one of the rides at the fair.

"You're My Quiet Contemplation" (M) by Captain_Loki | 2,578 | Derek has this habit of catching Stiles in moments when he’s loose and unguarded. Stiles raises his arm sloppily to his face, and Derek watches the joint that’s held loosely between Stiles forefinger and thumb fall against his lips. He doesn’t notice Derek perched just outside his window.

"It Goes Without Saying" (M) by ZehWulf | 19,207 | “Well,” Danny says after a few minutes of heavy silence. “I guess you have to ask yourself how badly do you want him to be pack? If you really want to connect with someone—anyone—you can. You just have to figure out the right connector.” “You guys, I figured it out,” Scott enthuses. “A true alpha’s powers come from love and acceptance. We just need to love and accept Derek. Body, mind, and soul.” “Scotty,” Stiles says slowly, “are you suggesting…? What are you suggesting.” “You heard the alpha,” Danny drawls. “We need to love and accept Derek’s body. And mind and soul.”

"Broken Bottles Shine Just Like Stars (Make A Wish Anyway)" (NR) by myheartsinks | 13,544 | "...Why is that one jar over there filled with twenty dollar bills?" "That's the douchebag jar. And Jackson was over last weekend." Cora shrugs.

"Wandering and Lost" (G) by calrissian18 | 2,382 | The door of the Jeep closed with a sharp crack and Derek rubbed at the corners of his eyes. “Stiles, it’s four in the morning,” he said crossly, sounding haggard. Stiles stared up at the dark face of his house, still sitting in his driveway, hands shaky on the wheel. “I seem to recall not asking you to come along.”

"Runnin' On My Mind Boy" (E) by tourdefierce | 11,384 | Derek lets himself have this indulgence. That's how he thinks of it but maybe he's wrong. Not about it being dangerous and stupid, because it is definitely still that, but perhaps he's not the one making all the decisions around here. For once, maybe Stiles is giving him this and Derek isn't so much as taking, as he's just stop lying to himself.

"Goldilocks" (M) by tourdefierce | 11,424 | It may be the wrong fairytale to fit their odd world, but Derek was most definitely Goldilocks, and somehow, Stiles' bed was juuuuuust right.

"Solivagant" (T) by onewithroses | 3,586 | Two halls out and Derek has made plans to dash in and out of his uncle’s room. A minute in. A minute out. After that he can leave. Maybe see a movie. Derek finds Stiles instead.

"Be Simple Again" (E) by prettylittlementirosa | 37,515 | Derek’s not sure if there’s a way to explain that he left because Beacon Hills didn’t need him, not when it had Scott and his pack; and that they were better off without him- an omega whose anchor was slipping. Mostly he wonders if any of them really even noticed he was gone.

"I Might Be A Fool" (E) by prettylittlementirosa | 35,375 | Stiles doesn’t really know anything about Greek life, never even thought about it. It’s always just been something that existed over here while he was existing over there. But now that he thinks about it, all the movies about awesome college experiences typically involve frat parties. He doesn’t know why he never thought of it before. It’s so obvious: “I’m going to join a fraternity, Lydia!”

"Wait, What?" (G) by wangler | 5,353 | When a significant portion of the Beacon Hills Preserve ends up coated in three entire inches of snow, the pack looks into it. If by looking into it one means packing a bunch of garbage bags and huge Tupperware lids into the back of Stiles' Jeep to go look for a decent sledding hill. Things go sideways, because of course they do.

"Where the Wind Don't Change" (E) by BarlowGirl | 7,101 | Five times Derek gets hurt and Stiles patches him back up, and one time Stiles gets hurt. Plus feels and some sex.

"Like Family" (G) by BarlowGirl | 1,004 | Imagine the Sheriff risking his life to save Derek and Derek is just like not used to that. And worse better still, he expects Stiles to be upset about it. To chastise his father for risking his life at all, let alone for Derek. Except, Stiles is all pale and shaky and sweating and he keeps grabbing the edge of Derek’s sleeves, at his wrist, like he’s afraid to let go. Imagine Derek being a part of a family and not even knowing it.

"The Heart May Be A Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn't Anymore" (T) by BarlowGirl | 4,611 | “Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks. Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?” Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck. The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor. Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”

"Grade 4" (T) by elysiumwaits | 711 | Derek sounds… like Derek, to be honest, frustrated and worried, but there’s a distinct undercurrent of ‘scared’ there that’s obvious enough that even Stiles can pick up on it, as out of it as he is. He breathes out, like he’s trying to find strength that he doesn’t have. “I’ve got you, Stiles. Just stay awake. Can you do that for me?”

"'Five Days in Detention' (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski)" (NR) by alisvolatpropiis | 3,407 | Derek can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room. He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings. Stiles Stilinski.

"I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek" (M) by DiscontentedWinter | 51,937 | Stiles finds a baby on the porch. It looks exactly like him. Well, this is awkward.

"Backward Unto Apostasy" (M) by ladyblahblah | 2,019 | A strong pack can provide stability and safety for an entire area. Loyalty is paramount, and betrayal is met with swift and merciless retribution. When the sheriff moves against Beacon Hills's new alpha, his son will do anything to save his life.

"In spite of all you knew and said" (M) by Azul_Bleu | 2,700 | The road streams behind them, mile upon mile until Stiles can’t say where they even started, and Stiles talks so he won’t have to remember.

"You are the Moon" (T) by skoosiepants | 10,055 | Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

"Death in Small Doses" (G) by aussiebee | 1,098 | In yet another aftermath Derek takes care of Stiles and reminds him that hope is always worth the sacrifice.

"Tricks and Treats" 🔒 (E) by loserchildhotpants | 4,260 | Stiles and Derek get very distracted while on look-out for vampires one Hallow's Eve.

"U Don't Have to be Cool" 🔒 (T) by loserchildhotpants | 1,873 | And so it came to be that every Monday and Wednesday at 8am, Stilinski would make a futile attempt at subtlety and try to flirt with him (at least, that’s what Derek came to understand Stilinski was doing. A lot of Stilinski’s conversation starters begin with ‘did you know’ and end with the listener learning something they never wanted to know that Stilinski discovered while perusing Wikipedia at 5am.) or Stilinski would outright ask him out. Every Monday and Wednesday, Derek rejects him.

"And It Cut Me Deep; Hearing You'd Gone Away" 🔒 (M) by loserchildhotpants | 4,531 | Stiles can almost see Derek’s control crumble like a collapsing wall around him. His eyes go dark and cold like when they first met; in an instant, he’s distant and looks lethal. “What are you gonna do, Stiles? Cry?” Stiles sniffs unconsciously, backing up as Derek invades his space, somehow so much more hulking than before. “Go ahead, Stiles,” Derek eggs on, shoving Stiles backward by his shoulders, “Cry. You’re so fucking useful when you’re sitting around crying.”

"Medicine Man" 🔒 (M) by loserchildhotpants | 5,020 | “I never deserved a friend like you, Stiles.” The pause Stiles gives is eerie. “Derek, are you okay?”

"I Could Never" 🔒 (T) by loserchildhotpants | 710 | “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

"Better Luck Next Time" 🔒 (T) by loserchildhotpants | 1,047 | Derek’s eyes are so round and white, so clear with terror and still, his shaking hand comes to grip Stiles’ fiercely. He nods, and tears through the rest of the debris keeping Stiles pinned to the wall. He looks Stiles’ sharply in the eyes, and asks, “are you - are you okay? Are you going to -" “I’m gonna make it, Derek,” Stiles nods.

"Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves)" 🔒 (E) by loserchildhotpants | 71,966 | Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

"god was a dog-man" (T) by spqr | 12,810 | “Do you have a secret teenage son?” Stiles demands, as soon as Derek opens the door.

"Odyssey of Memory" (T) by calrissian18 | 1,833 | “I don’t get her eyes right anymore, and her nose is never the same shape. I’ll see a photo of her and for a second I have no idea who that woman is because I’ve smudged the shape of everything left in my head. They don’t tell you that,” Stiles stubs the cigarette out on the stair with force, “that there’s always a whole new grief waiting around the corner.”

"Skinny Dipping with Wolves" (M) by chase_acow | 1,964 | "C'mon Stiles, this was your idea," Lydia prompted, and he turned back to see everyone else in various stages of nudity.

"There Must Be Better Ways" (T) by skoosiepants | 3,784 | This is totally unfair. This crush has been terrible but manageable; he hardly ever saw Derek outside of the occasional diner run-in and all the summer BBQs, and Derek always looks like being in any public setting is excruciating—his broody scowls are devastating enough, now he gets to imagine him happy. Is it possible to die from unrequited love and pining?

"Don’t Call It a Trend" (T) by skoosiepants | 2,259 | It's not that Stiles was in denial about his crush. Who wouldn't have a crush on Derek Hale, right? Big, dark and broody, cheekbones he wants to rub his thumbs all over, just about the best ass Stiles has ever seen on a human being. Stiles isn't made of stone here, he has wants and needs and teenage hormones. That Stiles has always found Derek attractive has never been in question. But this, this right here, is making Stiles doubt his normally awesome observational skills and judgement.

"Apathy, Apathy, You'll be the Death of Me" (M) by calrissian18 | 11,701 | Boyd is a pragmatic posthumous reappropriater, Erica spends her free time impersonating Meursault and playing Fruit Ninja, Isaac would like everyone to settle down already, Stiles is bi, Scott’s actually holding it together pretty well for a week-old Alpha with a two pack problem, Jackson’s a lizard, Lydia accessorizes, Allison’s playing on a rival (semi-murderous) team and Derek just keeps showing up.

"of course i wear armor" 🔒 (E) by nighimpossible | 1,108 | "You got a death wish, asshole?” Stiles pauses his pacing directly in front of Derek. "No," Derek says calmly. "Then why are you taking bullets for me?" Stiles yells.

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#fanfiction #teen wolf #fan fiction #fanfic #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fics #derek hale #fic recs

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sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins · 1 year

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Muse Profile | Lydia

Full Name: Lydia Barnett (shh I never figured out a middle name for her)

Nicknames: Lyd, Patriot PrincessTM (just by me lmao)

❌ Flaws

👑 Strengths

🖌️ Skills & Hobbies

TAGGED BY: stole this off the dash

TAGGING: steal it from me

#( 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 ; headcanon (( lydia ))#( I miss Lydia sm )

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thebaddragon · 1 year

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Lydia's hair is less red than I remember.

Jackson is the best part so far.

Pretty sure Dilf Derek is great too.

Boobs. Buns. I think its nice. Unnecessary but nice.

Awkward exes. I swear they are trying to reach the point of an orgy.

Gross! I hate bugs.

Eli is the Sterk baby.

Butt.

Why does she look exactly like Allison. Good question!

Ugh bugs.

Coach is perfect!

I love Sheriff Stilinski using the words delinquent son.

Malia should make more decisions.

Where, Allison?

Why, Allison?

How, Allison?

Creepy lonely Deputy. Why was his gun in a drawer? Is that safe?

Jazz hands!

Tail theft is a serious crime.

Oh shit, Victoria! Was not expecting that!

I think I love Jackson.

Derek!!!

Dammit Allison!

You are a nice demon, Parrish.

Why these deputies holding their guns the way they are?

I like Peter being cruel to be kind.

Why does anyone still live in Beacon Hills?!

The fuck Allison.

I don't trust Deaton still.

Why are you going after Eli, Allison?

Poor Eli.

Hale Auto, huh?

Listen to Eli, Scott.

Is Melissa gonna be in a menage a trois?

Hikari! Liam.

Sheriff!

Derek!!!

Ok, even without the spoilers, you can see they were planning to do Derek dirty the whole movie, y'all.

The hell Peter.

I love Jackson on this.

Speaking truth here: I never liked Allison.

Mountain Ash. Cue Gerard gritting his teeth.

Victoria I think you need to sound a little more strict...

Its time to d-d-duel in the Shadow Realm!

Believe!

Why the stadium?

Lol Eli your Stiles is showing.

All yall need fire safety.

Love Coach.

So one tracked mind. Both of you.

I was your chemistry teacher, imbecile.

I love Coach but that's cheating.

Now Eli has Scott roaring in his face to replace that nemory, Derek.

Greenburg!

Damn Argents.

Thank you Eli. Perfect timing.

Love how people just walking over tge line while the hellhound is doubting himself.

Baby faces.

The Nogitsune sounds like Gerard.

Shot through the heart...

If they brought Kira back just for her to save Scott so he can go back to Allison I would have said fuck it too. And the money thing.

Still majestic Peter.

I guess the younger you are, the closer your knees come to your front... the older you are, the more backwards they go.

Looks like Gerard and a gremlin.

No Derek!! And poor choice for pack for Eli.

Why would Eli go with Scott, and the woman that tried to kill him?

Wistful. Thought so.

Uh Eichen is still open? Well good place as any.

Fyi I can see points where Stiles may have been.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf spoilers #teen wolf movie spoilers #alright i guess i watched it. I am not happy with it but...#there were parts i liked.

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swoleynoely · 2 years

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taking a really short break from writing to say that butch and lydia would TOTALLY draw on each other's shoes... like lydia would draw cute little rabbits, clouds, just really anything cute on butch's shoes, and he'd say it makes him look "soft", but boy oh BOY if you ever said anything about it he'd defend those little bunnies and hearts faster than anything. ESPECIALLY if it's someone like wally.

MEANWHILE he'd be the one to draw the tunnel snakes emblem, dragons, little iterations of his switchblade on lydia's shoes and she would ADORE IT, like she genuinely doesn't care that it's all juvenile delinquent themed, she would treasure it just the same .....

#butch deloria #writing #oc #oc x canon #fallout 3 #fo3 #fanfic

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vanbredevoort · 9 months

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Alias / Nicknames: Lydia. Lyd. A person of no importance. Doll.

Rules: Bold what always apples, italics what applies sometimes / in part.

FLAWS.

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

tagging: if you're reading this you're tagged ü.

#·· into the workshop / DASH GAMES #( proud and diligent together yes that's my girl )#( i was tagged by draconisa and you should all follow her )#( LYDIA WOULD DIE FOR DANY )

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gravityknife · 1 year

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Formless Cuckazoid

"I want to talk with you and Lydia about you and her cucking me, McDonald."

"You don't have to call me by my name. You can just call me what my parents called me."

"Do you and your wife want to cuck me?"

"My wife? My wife... yeah."

"Yeah, I'm part of a great conspiracy involving Sherlock Holmes and Wing Dings 2 font, the one you can find in Windows, uh, Word Microsoft."

"Yup. Yeah, talk to Lydia."

"Are those new earrings?"

"Uh, I don't wear earrings and Lydia isn't here, she's also your wife not my wife, I nearly forgot. You're a f$cking freak, dude."

"Oh yeah? Which character are you?"

"That's what I'm talking about. Take it up with Postal Records Service Offices, somewhere on 99 and 20th, it's a place where the shelters for bar patrons are, and they aren't polite anymore. You have to see that people are delinquents, in terms of honor and respect. It's a congenial experience, something I can't fathom the world would want."

"I said I'm part of the Great Conspiracy, not in one of your stupid f$cking clone movements designed for young women who lost their way in high school."

"I know. Lydia is like this."

"Can you— finish writing this story?"

"I'm, yeah. Yeah."

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lingeringscars · 1 year

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❔ show me what you got ✨

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! / always accepting

aiden/melinda & lydia. ghost whisperers. harbinger of death. logan. empath. yeah.

erin & luna. wary of people because of what they have been through. luna providing that safe place for people who want to get away from the violence.

irene & lola. lady lola and ladies maids is something that can be so special to me because she pays attention. she'd encourage her opera dreams quite frankly.

astoria & ehri. they can debut at the same time, even though ehri does nor care about this or want it.

arlo & june. their stories align and i find that Hot. them watching the delinquents and also each other. the infiltration. yes.

thalia & bellamy. okay they'd be so interesting tho? bellamy only getting onto the guard because of what his mother is doing behind the scenes versus someone with privilege deciding to do this. it just sounds like it would be v neat conflict.

maxine & juliet. survivors. juliet's verse is just hot. idk how or what but like juliet being taken by azgeda and turned and then sent back. it paralleling the others. juliet spying on her people for the people that took her. hehe. maybe i could Really parallel it by having her sent down earlier than the delinquents idk much to think about.

scott & shane. little shits with hearts of gold.

nora & belle. insert lyrics to belle here (more than this provincial life). also christian. ryan. bellamy. mostly because these are characters that i can place into any universe.

gareth & emma s. their stories seem to parallel each other.

#hehe #mythsonly

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ursulamisfit · 5 years

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Deadly

#cillian murphy #the delinquent season #Lydia McGuinness

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julie-loves-cake · 3 years

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DelinquentGaming999 and Ladybird! Two Minecraft OCs ❤️

Info for these girls under the cut!

DelinquentGaming999- A 19 year old student who lives for adventure. She wears a black mask that has thin green bars and a X mark. She has a blue coat with glitches, and a shirt with human eyeballs decorating it. She also has a brown denim skirt and brown boots. Lastly, she wears mismatched stockings that look like soda and pie.

DelinquentGaming999, or more accurately Amanda (Ako to her best friends) goes on adventures with varying degrees of success.

(Also in the FNF AU she’s Willow’s half sister)

Ladybird (Lydia)- A blind girl who was taken in by an Enderman and an Iron Golem. She wears a red headband and a black and red dress that looks like a ladybug.

Ladybird, or more accurately Lydia, was found as a baby by Ophelio (an Enderman. Enderperson?). She was raised by them and the village. She was born blind, and can look into Ophelio’s eyes without them going crazy.

She will constantly use “papa” even though he technically has no gender. They don’t mind though.

#minecraft #minecraft au #DelinquentGaming999 (oc)#Amanda/Ako (oc)#Ladybird (oc)#Lydia (oc)#Delinquent VS The World (AU)#An Enderman’s Wish (AU)

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obriengf · 3 years

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Parental Guidance || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Coach Finstock introduces a very unwanted assignment in his Sex Ed class, resulting in a week of domesticity for Stiles and Y/N.

Words: 4607k

Warnings: fluffff, brief swearing

Notes: just something fun and cute okay?? btw the reader and stiles are in a friendship in this, not an established relationship

MONDAY - 10:47AM

Mindless chatter bounced between the walls of Coach Finstock's Economics classroom, every seat warmed by a preoccupied student. Lucky for you, the Supernatural had quietened down for a brief moment of tranquility and normalcy - you needed this, you all needed this. It was fifteen minutes into your period and Coach was still nowhere to be seen, not that anybody besides a few of you even noticed. Your eyes squinted as you looked at Scott, your body half-turned in your chair in order to see him behind you. His head laid on top of his arms as the faintest of snores escaped through his lips. You were amazed at how quickly he situated himself and fell into such a deep slumber, but at the same time, the quiet snorts and sleepy chortles were getting on your nerves.

Your arm twitched as you desired to reach out and shake his shoulder to wake him up, but the sudden realization that this was the most sleep he'd probably gotten in the last few months deterred you and provoked you to pull away with a soft smile. Your sympathy obviously wasn't matched as it was Stiles' turn to reach across to your sleeping friend, only with a thick black marker in his hand and a devilish expression contorting his facial features. You rolled your eyes as he peered over to you, a heavy wink falling from his eye, his arm not needing to go far as the two best friends were situated next to one another. You mouthed the word 'NO' at Stiles, but he was never one to listen, his tongue poking through the creased corners of his lips in concentration.

The tip of the marker began to stain Scott's tanned skin before it was dragged haphazardly across his cheek in a state of fright from a sudden loud noise, a cringing chime of guilt pressing through Stiles. With your teeth pulling your bottom lip, you couldn't help but muffle your laugh within your cupped hands, Malia joining in from beside you with just as much enjoyment.

Coach's voice continued to boom between all four walls of the classroom the further he entered, the trolley of basketballs usually found tucked inside the Gym now in his tow. He stood at the front of the room with hands on his hips, his eyes scanning all of the class' patrons before landing on Scott. Coach grumbled, eyes rolling back to his hairline before he moved forward between the rows of seats. His body managed to shuffle between you and Lydia before his fist slammed against the wood of Scott's desk, your friend flying backward with such force that he nearly tipped his chair over.

Coach chuckled with the utmost accomplishment, "Gotta lay off those late lonely nights, McCall. I've got a class to run."

It didn't take long before Scott brought himself back to the land of the conscious, the gears in his head ticking at Coach's choice of words. Scott's lopsided jaw lifted into a smug smile, his eyes flicking to the boy on his right-hand side, "That's more of a Stiles thing, Coach." There was no delay in your awkward friend lifting his eye into another wink toward Scott, forcing a gag from Coach before he took his place but at the head of the room. Your werewolf friend laughed loudly at the reaction before his smile dropped flat, his hand ghosting over his marked cheek.

Scott now frowned, "Is there something on my face?"

Your body was still turned in your chair as your lips pursed, eyes flicking to Lydia and Malia on either side of you before they landed on Stiles' mischievous whisky swirls - he was trying to hold in a laugh of his own. Simultaneously, you all said 'nope' and looked away from Scott, pretending that Stiles' little art lesson didn't happen.

"Alright you delinquents, listen up. Every senior at some point in this class has to go through this assignment. It sucks, but frankly, I don't have to do it so I don't care." He stated, hands reaching into the basketball trolley and pulling out a plastic toy resembling the shape and size of a six-month-old baby. Echos of groans and protests erupted almost immediately - some of those noises coming from your own mouth. The 'baby simulator' assignment was never anybody's favorite; they always cried, always needed attention. You could still distinctly hear the cries of multiple babies as they walked down the halls of Beacon Hills High ever since you arrived in freshman year. This assignment could possibly be worse than the supernatural.

"That's right, you're officially parents. Don't screw this up... I can see how many times this little pain in the ass cries, what you do to fix it, and all other sorts of intellectual crap. You'll be paired up and given one of these with an introductory manual... but don't think it'll give you answers on how to stop the crying, that's all on you kids. At the end of the week, I take 'em back and grade you depending on the information I get from these things. Once again, DON'T. SCREW. THIS. UP". Coach's brows were furrowed in his usual fashion, small particles of spit attached to his final words of warning - you were glad that you chose to sit toward the back of the class now, and not in the splash zone of the front row.

Coach cleared his throat as a way to cease the ongoing sounds of complaints before resorting to slamming his fist against another tabletop. You could feel Scott shudder at the reminder of his rude awakening only moments ago. Your teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as his head slightly fell, a sigh accompanying his tone, "This is supposed to teach you about what happens when you abandon safe sex. I'm not gonna tell you, hooligans, how to... well, you get it, okay? If you don't know, then too bad, I'm not gonna tell you either about the birds and bees crap. That's a job for your poor parents. I'm just here to pass out these damn dolls and silently judge you all later on whether you are physically capable of looking after another human being, besides yourselves, if anything." You didn't miss the way his eyes directly locked onto Stiles with those final few words, your own looking over your shoulder toward him and witnessing his face screw up at Coach.

"Alright. This took me little to no time to write up, if you don't like your partner - take a guess... I don't care". Coach reached behind him for a clipboard, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the semi-broken pen before names were being called. He cringed at the first name as it sat on the end of his tongue.

"Greenburg, you're with... Tate."

Malia audibly groaned, her head falling into her hands. She didn't have anything against him, to say the least, but she knew that anybody would be cursed when it came to pairing with Greenburg during a Coach Finstock class. She continued to groan as more names were read off.

"Mahealani, you're paired with Martin."

Lydia didn't think anything too poorly about her chosen partner as she looked across the room, catching eyes with Danny and smiling as he gave her a quick thumbs up.

"McCall with Andrew."

Scott sighed in relief, happy to be partnered with someone who was both a friendly face and academically proficient. He looked toward the front of the room to where Sydney sat, her old-school camera being fiddled with on her desk. It was as if she could sense his gaze as she turned with a gentle grin.

"Y/L/N, you are paired with... Stilinski? Dear god, you poor girl."

You snickered behind your hand as another protest from Stiles protruded through the silence of the room, his hand-thrown forward and eyebrows crossed in a frown. "Seriously, Coach, have I done something to you because this reprimanding is getting kinda old-"

"You took every damn screw out of my office furniture and left them in a poorly wrapped gift box. You fail horribly at Lacrosse twenty-four-seven. I've never met a damn more sarcastic little ruffian in my damn life. I don't like your face-"

"Okay, yes, fine, fair enough. Just stop, please..." Stiles groaned his head hanging behind him, over the back of his chair.

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MONDAY - 11:35AM

You flicked through the introductory manual with your back against your locker, humming softly as you skimmed over the information regarding how the baby works and what information is stored. Stiles, however, was standing beside you with his arms ou straight, your new baby daughter held away from his body. He had already explained that he was nervous about setting the damn thing off in case you both couldn't silence it; it made you laugh. You looked over the edge of the binder and smiled at him, "So..." you started, lowering the combined pages as he looked over to you, "What are we gonna name her?"

"No. Once you name it, you grow attached." Stiles announced, his head shaking with each word.

"Stiles, it's a doll, not a stray puppy. Besides, I'm not going to spend the next week referring to our temporary plastic child as 'it'. She's getting a name." With a raised eyebrow you stood your ground, the intensity of your stare fighting his as a silent battle for who will cave first. As both of your eyebrows shifted to form silent words, you huffed, "We can call her Leia?"

He straightened up almost immediately as his face fell flat, with the addition of widened realizing eyes. Stiles looked back to the doll and brought her closer to his chest, "Leia Stilinski does have a nice ring to it." He admitted with a growing smile, causing you to smile in return.

You nodded with another soft hum, eyes briefly gazing over the constellation of moles across his left jawline. "Do you still have that marker from class?" You asked him, lips now pursed in thought.

"Uh, yeah?"

You took the marker from his lengthy fingers, ignoring the look of confusion in his caramelized eyes. Very lightly, you pressed the tip of the marker to the doll's cheek, recreating the pattern found on Stiles. You sighed in accomplishment as you looked back to him, beaming brightly, "There. Now she's a Stilinski." You slipped it back into Stiles' pocket as he chuckled at your alteration, the tip of his finger dragging softly across the new marks.

"Coach is gonna fucking kill you for drawing on Leia." He stated, finding comfort in now cradling her in his arms as if she were a real child. It was a sight to see Stiles suddenly act so paternal - his arms carefully wrapped around the doll's body as he rocked it slightly back and forth, a strange twinkle in his eye. You bit your lip at how well it suited him.

The bell above you rung loudly, shaking the metal lockers behind your perched frame. You reached down to grab your backpack before turning to Stiles again, "You called her Leia, you know? Not doll. Not it. Leia." Your arms slipped through the straps before securing them on your shoulders, your hands patting down the pockets of your jean shorts to make sure your phone was there.

"Well, of course I'm going to call our daughter by her name, Y/N. I'm not a deadbeat dad, I'm a fantastic dad."

You clicked your tongue at his self-proclamation, "Are you going soft on me, Stilinski?" You asked, your bodies still pressed against the old metal as the students of Beacon Hills High moved around you. He scoffed loudly, head flailing as if what you said was utterly preposterous. He was still rocking the doll when you raised an eyebrow in anticipation of his reply.

"I'm anything but soft, Y/N. I'm hard. I'm the hardest." Stiles proclaimed, gathering strange looks from passers-by on the way to their classes. His comment provoked your eyes to grow and lips to seal into a thin line, your focus slipping down his body toward his lower region. Stiles followed your gaze until he realized where you were looking, and what he said to make you look there. He groaned, "Seriously? You're turning this into a sexual innuendo in front of our child?" His head fell into a heavy shake before he spoke again, this time, toward the doll still within his arms, "I'm sorry, baby. Sorry that your momma's obsessed with my body."

"Eww, come on, Stiles. Too far." You looked away from him as your hand grasped his forearm, tugging his tall and lanky body behind you as you both fell into step on your way to Chemistry.

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TUESDAY - 12:52PM

Lydia's eyes were squinted as she stared across the table, her fork hardly hanging from her mouth with a lettuce leaf attached. She was too busy watching Malia to focus on eating, and you found the utmost amusement from the entire thing. Malia's arm was strung outward to the side as far as she could reach, her crying doll hanging from one foot that she was barely holding - she was disgusted and scared, begging for it to stop. The pack was trying not to let the ongoing screams go to their heads, but you could tell that the Weres had it a bit harder with their sensitive hearing.

You held Leia comfortably to your chest in one arm as you slipped a potato chip into your mouth. You were faintly bouncing her as if you'd been doing this for months already, the actions subconscious after only a day. You looked up as Malia whined, her eyes already boring into yours and the control you had over your doll. She scrunched her face, "why are you so good at this? Is mine defective? Did fucking Greenburg break this thing because I've barely touched it!"

You let out a small laugh, lips curling into a grand smile even more so at Lydia's sigh. You could tell what she wanted to say - that she really just wanted to tell Malia to stop being a baby herself and just try. She had gone a long way since you both began to talk in your freshman year, which is why she remained silent and kept her blunt opinions to herself. Stiles gently kicked you under the metal table of the cafeteria, causing your focus to shift toward him. He was chewing his food as he sent a silent message to you with the flick of his eyes as they looked down to Leia and back to yours. Your smile remained as you nodded, carefully removing the doll from your supportive hold and passed it across t Stiles' large splayed hands. He playfully cooed at the doll with a smile, "Hey little Leia, dadda's got you." It was hard to miss the fake gag from Liam and the strange judgemental look from Scott at the simple paternal action.

"Lia, gimme the doll." You spoke, your hands reached out in front of you with a grabbing movement. She quickly threw it toward you, lucky that you managed to catch it before it faceplanted onto the hardened floor. You laid it in your arm and began to rock it, your spare hand reaching toward a fake baby bottle on the table that was usually reserved for Leia - only made obvious by the poorly drawn baby Yoda and Star Wars quote sketched across it 'may the force be with you'. You lifted it to the doll's mouth as you continued to rock and bounce, the crying quietening substantially. After a few more minutes, it would be silent again.

Until then, you looked up at the absence of your friend's conversations - their eyes were trained on you in shock and surprise, even a little bit of gratefulness from Liam and Lydia. Stiles was the odd one out with his wide and prideful smirk, already knowing that you could easily get it under control. If these past twenty-four hours have taught you anything, it's that you and Stiles have much more faith in each other than originally thought. You offered him a quick wink as a part of your silent exchange.

Malia's jaw dropped and her brows had furrowed as she noticed how simple this was for you. Her hands pressed firmly against the table-top with another Malia-signature groan, "How the hell did you even do that?! He's been crying all day!" You couldn't help but pass another chuckle her way before standing up and walking to the end of your bench and by Malia's side.

"Hold your arms like mine, I'm gonna put him in place, okay?" You advised before waiting for her to follow, a few trials and errors before she got it spot on. You passed the doll back to her and saw her flinch out of your peripheral vision. "Remember, Lia..." you started, taking a step back and crossing your arms triumphantly, "It's just a doll. It won't bite. Just rock it and feed it and you'll pass Finstock's class, easy. Or you can go a step further and act like it's the real deal, like Stiles, and not cut any slack on the fact that it can't hear or see anything you do."

"Hey! If going full-on dad mode means I get a decent grade in this stupid class, then that's what I'm gonna do. Don't pretend that I don't make a decent DILF, Y/N, It's my true calling."

Your eyes were pointed at him, your expression clearly indicating that you thought he was an idiot. "You're insufferable. I can't believe I have a child with you."

He chortled, "Yeah, yeah. your family loves you too."

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FRIDAY - 11:10PM

"They were studying last time I saw 'em." The voice of Sheriff Stilinski spoke into the receiver of his phone, the weight of his footsteps provoking the stairs beneath him to creak as he ascended them. He continued to make small noises of acknowledgment when his feet stopped outside of his son's bedroom, the door still open a crack. He leaned in with his uncovered ear to listen for any sort of noise, alas, it was quiet. Sheriff nudged the door open with his foot before his head peaked into the darkness, the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table that shone across the doona cover and the two bodies sleeping upon it. Sheriff laughed under his breath, "No, no. They're fine, just sleeping. Yeah - yeah, I'll let Y/N know in the morning. Yep... yep, certainly. Alright, 'night Adam." His eyes flickered down to the time flashing on the home screen of his phone - 11:13pm - he shook his head with a smile before gently shutting the door behind him, careful to not let the click echo too loudly.

The addition of Leia in your daily and sleep schedules created exhaustion that you've only ever experienced when dealing with unknown supernatural entities trying to come for your pack's lives. The week had gone quickly, however, it still knocked you out around the 9pm mark that Friday evening, Stiles following only mere moments after. Your body was currently curled up against one of Stiles' pillows, your back facing the wall and your face nuzzled against the familiar smelling fabric. He was laying against his stomach at the foot of the bed, a pursed bottom lip, with one arm reaching out just far enough to sit over Lea's plastic stomach - it was a sight to see if anything.

The sudden screeching of an automated cry was enough to make you jump back against his dark blue wall, just as Stiles sprung up and rolled off the bed. You both groaned in a mixture of pain and frustration from the intruding wake-up call. You were the first to begin crawling toward the doll, your hands slipping under the doll's frame and lifting her into your arms. You bounced her, rocking her side to side as you usually do. "Stiles..." you murmured, only to be met with a murmur as a reply. Your eyes managed to open slightly to see him slipping back down to the floor in a sleepy daze. You pressed louder, "Stiles! The bottle, I need the bottle."

He whimpered as his hand fished the small plastic cylinder from his pocket, holding it out and up toward you as one hand pushed him across the floorboards. Stiles' chin sat on the edge of his bed with a large and dopey smile as you took the bottle from him, a quiet 'thank you' spilling from your lips in a tired manner. You pressed the nipple to Leia's lips and sighed in content as the crying shortly stopped. You definitely weren't going to miss the jagged sleeping patterns from this week when you returned your assignment on Monday morning.

"Okay, sleep time." You concluded, slowly crawling back to your original position. You released a contented moan as your head hit the pillow, hands now grasping the covers and pulling them over your body. Stiles didn't even question you making yourself comfortable as he was used to you and Scott crashing at his house after a study session or a night of supernatural investigation. It was a simple event that had been happening for almost six years now.

Stiles carefully shifted Leia to the center of the bed so that he could slip under the covers beside you. He felt your head shift as his arm burrowed under both of your pillows, the other laying across Leia once again before allowing his hand to comfortably sit on your waist. It provoked your sleepy body to shuffle closer to his until you could feel the hard plastic of the doll press into your torso.

Shamelessly flirting in a playful manner in front of your friends was your form of banter - others poked fun at one another, but yours extended past just that. When you were alone, however, and in a sleepy state much like now... you and Stiles unconsciously exercised a more domestic and 'cuddly' approach as it was what made you both comfortable. He liked having his hands on something, or tangled in something, to settle the hype of his ADD. You liked the warmth and heaviness of the touch, it made you feel safe. It was a perfect match.

Stiles hummed as he lent forward a little, his lips freshly wettened by his tongue pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. You moaned sleepily as he laughed, both of your eyes closed in content. "G'night, baby momma."

"Goodnight, Stiles."

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MONDAY - 10:33AM

"Paperwork on the desk, doll in the trolley. Make sure the I.D numbers are secured, for the sake of god. The last thing I want to do today is track down which idiots forgot to pair their doll with their information papers. Do I honestly look like I don't have better things to do?" Coach boomed, his rhetorical question about to be answered before his hand was thrown up, head shaking, "Shut up, Greenburg! Don't answer that!"

You chuckled as Malia happily tossed the doll into the trolley, ignoring the confused glares of Coach as she walked away. Scott and Sydney joked around as they said their goodbyes to little Georgie, and Lydia made sure that she and Danny left the baby just the way they found her. When you and Stiles reached the trolley, it was almost full. His arm slung around your shoulders lazily as he looked at Leia, his lips pouting from having to part from her so soon.

"Bye, munchkin. May we meet again in another life." He cooed, patting her head. You smiled through a sigh, tapping her nose, "Goodbye, sweetheart. Miss you already. Stay a good girl, make us proud." You spoke softly, practically hearing Malia gag from across the room. You placed Leia down and began to walk away before Coach stopped you both.

"The hell? STILINSKI! Did you draw on my damn doll?"

"Well, she may have fallen, on my marker. Multiple times." He replied to your teacher, face scrunching up and cringing for the shitstorm about to come his way.

Coach's mouth opened with his finger pointed Stiles' way before you stepped forward, "It was actually me. Just an inside joke about her looking like Stiles."

Coach's hand instantly retracted and curled into a fist, falling by his side as his anger pushed through his nose. He groaned quietly and shook his head, "Really, Y/LN? Just don't do it again, okay?" His teeth were gritted as he spoke and you curled in your lips to prevent a laugh.

"Yes, sir."

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MONDAY - 11:42AM

"You know, it feels weird not having to worry about caring for a child", Stiles mentioned as you looked through your locker, gathering the right books for your Chemistry class coming up next. You never would have thought a week ago that Stiles Stilinski would have withdrawal issues over a doll. He clicked his tongue, fingers stretching out from a closed fist position until small cracks were heard. You rolled your eyes at his fidgeting behavior before holding out your hand, his mumbling voice barely above a whisper as he thanked you and grasped it within his own, instantly playing with your fingers.

"You getting clucky there, Stiles? Missing being a dad already?" You quipped, now piling your necessary books single-handedly and sliding them into your backpack. When the metal door closed, you could see a slight pout on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

His voice was quiet again, "I think I just miss being able to focus on something that isn't Supernatural for once, you know, the normalcy?" You didn't mean to, but the look on your face presented slight pity and sympathy toward his statement. Before you could reply with feel-good words and reassurance, he smiled, "and yeah, maybe I miss being Leia's favorite parent, too."

This caused you to scoff, loudly. You knew that he wanted to move away from the mushiness of the conversation, so you let him and instead played into his little comment. "Hardly. Moms always have the best deepest connection with their children."

"You know how many times she woke up during the night when I had her? Twice, over three nights, Y/N."

"Stiles she is a doll, that doesn't mean anything."

"That's what somebody in denial would say."

Your eyes rolled, the school bell shortly echoing through the halls, indicating that your next class was starting soon. Stiles laughed at your lack of response as he squeezed your hand, pulling you to follow him toward the Chemistry classroom.

"You know, Y/N, for the record you'd make a badass mom. Like... seriously, badass. All the other moms couldn't hold anything against just how good you'd be."

"And you'd make a killer, DILF, Stiles."

His large strides paused briefly as he pulled you in front of his frame, a curling smirk playing on his lips at your statement. You clearly boosted his ego. "You really think I'd be a good DILF?"

"Oh yeah, hands down. Look at you, and with a baby? Damn." Your eyes crinkled in the corner and your nose scrunched as giggled escaped you, Stiles squeezing your hand once more as he laughed along with you. His tongue dragged across the ends of his pointed teeth before biting the inside of his cheek. He remained silent as he continued your walk across the school.

"Okay, I'll be the DILF and you can be the MILF, make all the other parents jealous as shit of how cool and attractive we are."

"Deal, Stilinski."

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