#muse: stiles
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@recklcssabandon for Stiles
Jester hummed as she painted. "Isn't the view really lovely ?" She asks. "It gives me such good material"
#i'm the cleric?!? i've never traveled with a bunch of people i thought would die in front of me (jester interacts)#recklcssabandon#muse: stiles
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Going Back to the Castle
[Stiles]
He had returned from helping with the family and headed into the castle. “Noah?” He called out as the younger ran into the room.
[Grace]
Grace walked into the room with Noah as she saw Noah hugging his dad and sat on the couch as they talked.
[Stiles]
“Was he good while I was gone?” He asks as he looks over at her and picks Noah up. “So how have you been?”
[Grace]
“Yeah he was good.” She nodded as she let her hands tug on her sweater. “Fine, I have been busy. I actually just got back home.” She tells him.
[Stiles]
“Back home? Where did you go?” He asks as he notices her tugging on her sweater.
[Grace]
“Rehab. I was drinking a lot when I didn’t have my memory so I went back.” She said before standing up. “He already ate dinner so you don’t need to worry about that.”
[Stiles]
“Yeah, I tried to get you to stop doing that too but that didn’t work out. I am sure you thought I was being an overbearing father instead of a boyfriend.” He jokes lightly.
[Grace]
“I’ll have to take your word for it because I don’t remember.” She said before tugging on her sweater. “Well I should get going. It’s getting late and I don’t want to walk back in the dark.”
[Stiles]
“Why don’t you stay here the night? I am sure Noah would appreciate having you stay with us.” He offers her. “I have thought about a lot of things and I would like to work on us again if that is something you are interested in…”
[Grace]
“Oh…sure. We can talk some things out.” She nodded. “I don’t have anything here though. To change into I mean.” She says.
[Stiles]
“My father was a lost boy so…I have magic. But I am sure that there are some clothes left here from when we visited here before.” He tells her as Noah announces that he wants to go to bed.
[Grace]
“You have so many castles, I don’t even remember this one.” She said before hearing Noah’s words. “Well goodnight then, I will see you in the morning.”
[Stiles]
Stiles sat down on the couch with her. “So…how have you actually been? I noticed you were tugging at your sleeves again…”
[Grace]
Grace watched Noah leave before seeing Stiles sitting next to her. She heard his words and looked down at her hands and saw her tugging on her sleeve and let it go. “It’s just cold…”
[Stiles]
“Now if we are to start over, that means we need to be honest with each other Grace. I know what tugging on your sleeves means so it’s no use in trying to lie to me.”
[Grace]
“I’m just nervous. This is the first place I went after rehab so…I am still trying to get used to everything. It’s…a lot.”
[Stiles]
“Yeah, well did you want me to fix you something to drink that isn’t alcoholic of course.” He offers up.
[Grace]
“No, thank you.” She said before tugging on her sleeve. “What did you want to talk about?”
[Stiles]
“Us. We need to decide what we are going to do about everything that has happened.” He tells her before taking her hand so she doesn’t tug at her sleeve anymore.
[Grace]
She felt him taking her hand and just gave him a small smile. “Okay, and what did you decide?” She asked him as she looked at him.
[Stiles]
“As I said earlier, I would like for us to try to work through this but it’s something we both need to be on board with. So..are you onboard?” He asks her.
[Grace]
“Of course I am, I’m not the one who left. One second I’m headed to the store to buy things to tell you I’m pregnant and then the next second I’m in a hospital room and you are leaving me like everyone else has. I didn’t know what was going on.”
[Stiles]
“That’s not how it happened, I can show you if you want to see. But you didn't even care that we lost our child and I had to go through that alone. I had to go through seeing you sleep with someone else alone. Trying to explain to our son that you don’t even know who he is and then seeing how upset he got when you didn’t recognize him. Everytime I tried to help you, you snuck away to someone or something else. You were the one that was leaving me and at some point I just need some time to recuperate and process everything. It was a lot, Grace.”
“You don’t know it but it was a lot. And then out of nowhere you all of a sudden remember everything. It was just too much. I didn’t leave you. I said I needed some time to myself to process everything. That didn’t mean I was leaving you and jumping the first person I saw or drinking until I didn’t know what happened the night before. Do you want me to show you? It might help you understand what had happened.”
[Grace]
“You act like I am saying that what you are saying is a lie. It’s not. But you didn’t even let me process any of this. You told me I lost a baby, broke up with me, then left. So yeah it was a lot for me too. You are blaming me for losing my memory and that isn’t fair.”
[Stiles]
“There is a difference between needing some time to process things and breaking up with someone. I did not break up with you and I made that very clear to you. I am not blaming you for losing it. It was upsetting to be trying so hard to get you to remember and then have that thrown in my face. Everyone has their limit Grace. I needed some space before I was going to lose my mind. Let me show you so that we can process it together then.”
[Grace]
“Process what Stiles? Losing a child? I did. Without you. Because that’s what I had to do. You punished me for something I don’t remember and then left like everyone else. I’m glad it worked out for you. But I am the one that had to process it alone.”
[Stiles]
“It wasn’t a punishment. Stop playing victim here Grace. I did everything I could to get you back and you act like that didn’t affect me. I have not left you. I have been by your side through literally everything. I ask for a few days of space and suddenly I am supposedly leaving forever. You know that is not the same thing. Yeah and I had to process losing our child because you didn’t listen to me when I told you to stay away from Hope and Zach. If you stayed away, we would have had our baby and you wouldn’t have lost your memory and none of that would have ever happened. I have done nothing but look out for you and you can’t give me what? A few days to comprehend everything on my own from the last few weeks because it’s not like I could talk to you about something that happened which you don’t remember.”
“If you aren’t going to take responsibility for your actions and even try to see a fraction of what I went through then you really don’t actually care about me. Just like before, either I show you what happened so you can understand everything or you can keep playing victim and blaming everyone else for what happened instead of accepting responsibility for something that could have 100% been prevented.”
[Grace]
“Oh my god, so you wanted me to leave your sister in a car that she crashed? I am so sorry I am doing everything in my power to make your family like you. A few days? Are you fucking crazy Stiles? It hasn’t been a few days. You are so mad at me for something I literally didn’t do. I didn’t do it. I had no memories so that wasn’t me. And instead of giving me any type of grace or compassion, you left. You left. Not me.“ She said before standing up and tugging on her sleeve.
“Victim? When did I ever say I was the victim? All I said was you are punishing me for something I literally do not remember. That I did not do. You know I would never drink and from what I was told you gave me on at the ball. So you must have liked this other version of me.”
[Stiles]
“Zach would have found her that literally his fucking job. Yes I expected you to just let them be because it would be worse if they saw you there. They will not forgive you, ever. Just like they won’t accept I am part of the family. You have to just deal with it and move on. I have given you so much compassion in our time together Grace you have no idea.”
“You are literally acting like how one would act. I hated the other version of you but I never gave up on trying to get you back and then you did the one thing we promised to never do to each other no matter what and you broke that. You broke my trust and you are acting like I should just sweep everything that happened, everything that I felt under a rug and pretend that nothing happened just because you don’t remember what you did? He could have killed you Grace and you don’t even fucking care about what impact that would have had on me or our child or our unborn child all because you want Hope’s approval. I have stood by you in the worst of times and you are going to just act like none of that matters because of something you did. Even if I did something and couldn’t remember it is still on me, it would be up to me to fix whatever it was because I would know how hard it must have been to watch someone who you love with your entire fucking heart just step on it in every way possible in front of you and then act as if none of it was their fault. Anything that happens when we turn off emotions is still our fault. This is no exception Grace. You are just coming up with excuses and that is preventing us from moving forward.”
[Grace]
“Are you kidding me Stiles? I don’t care about Hope’s approval. But I am not going to watch someone be left in a car crash. And even though you fucked my brother, I would hope you wouldn’t just leave him like that either. I never said I didn’t fuck up. You are so busy listening to yourself that you are putting words in my mouth. I never gave excuses did I? I said I don’t remember. Because I didn’t do it. But I never said it was right. We aren’t moving forward because you want me to stand here begging for your forgiveness, when that isn’t going to happen. I am sorry. I said that when I woke up. But I can’t beg you to forgive me for something I didn’t do.”
[Stiles]
“You are literally saying you won’t ask for forgiveness for something you didn’t do. The whole point was you were acting like I left you for no reason. You were guilting me for something I had every right to do after what I had gone through. You don’t have to watch someone be left in a car crash just fucking call for help and that is the end of it. You are taking my need for space and turning it into something I did to personally hurt you and leave you like everyone else and that is not true. I took a break for a reason that was very valid. If it happened the other way around, I would expect you to need sometime to process everything too.”
[Grace]
“You can’t say that I would do that. You don’t know that. I don’t know that. So don’t speak for me. Gosh Stiles, sometimes you can be so frustrating.” She said before shaking her head and grabbing her things. “This was such a bad idea.”
[Stiles]
He stops her as he grabs her arm. “I missed you so much and you had no idea. Please just stay. I am sorry.”
[Grace]
Grace felt him stopping her and sighed softly. “Okay…okay I will stay.” She says before putting her bag down.
[Stiles]
Stiles pulled her onto his lap and just held her there. He thought that ignoring his feelings would help him get over everything but it wasn’t. “Please don’t leave me again. You scared me…I thought I lost you forever.”
[Grace]
She felt him pulling her into his lap and she felt his arms wrapping around her. She had no idea how to feel at this moment. There were many things in her head as she just nodded. “You haven’t lost me. I’m here.”
[Stiles]
He just nuzzled into her. “I didn’t even sleep with you while you were gone…it felt wrong even though it was you…It didn’t feel like you, no matter what I did it never felt like you. I just wanted you. I want you. I love you.”
[Grace]
Grace looked at him as she listened to his words. “I love you too Stiles.” She said before kissing him softly and letting it linger as she pulled away slightly. “I missed you too.”
[Stiles]
He missed this. He missed his Grace. He didn’t hesitate to kiss her back and after hearing her words, he couldn’t help but kiss her again more intimately this time. Stiles poured himself into the kiss from everything that had built up during her absence.
[Grace]
Grace moaned softly as Stiles deepened the kiss and she moved slightly to straddle him so she could kiss him probably. She let her fingers tangle into his hair as she kissed him back.
[Stiles]
Hearing her moan sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His hands rested on her hips as he moaned when she tangled her fingers in his hair. Stiles kissed her before starting to kiss down her neck and shoulder. “I missed kissing you.” He mumbles against her skin.
[Grace]
The straps of her dress fell as he kissed down her shoulder and she moaned his name softly. “I missed it too Stiles.” She says softly as her hips grinded down against him.
[Stiles]
Stiles let his hips buck up against hers as his hands moved under her dress to help take it off of her. He disposes of it on the ground as he kisses down her body.
[Grace]
She helped him take her dress off before feeling his lips on her body again. She watched him kiss down her body as her eyes flashed red. “I missed this…”
[Stiles]
“I missed it too.” He tells her before picking her up and carrying her to one of the rooms just in case Noah came down so he wouldn’t see them.
He shut the door and laid Grace on the bed before letting his fingers hook along her panties and sliding them down.
[Grace]
She felt him picking her up and kept kissing him as he took her into a room. She felt him laying her on the bed and watched him slide off her panties. She opened her legs for him and something about being completely naked for him, felt vulnerable, but she also felt very wanted.
[Stiles]
Stiles moved between her legs as his eyes blazed red and he let his tongue slide over her folds teasingly. “Mhm still as delicious as I remember.” He purred before thrusting his tongue into her.
[Grace]
Grace watched him move between her legs and bit her lip as his tongue ran over her folds. She moaned as her hips bucked up. Her fingers gripped onto his hair as she grinded against his face. “Yes daddy…”
[Stiles]
He didn’t stop his motions as he continued using his tongue to abuse her sweet spot. Stiles moaned as he felt her gripping his hair and moved it even faster as he held her hips in place so she couldn’t move.
[Grace]
She felt him gripping her hips and couldn’t help but moan loudly as her back arched. “I want you inside of me Stiles. It’s been too long. I want you so badly.”
[Stiles]
Stiles stopped his motions before licking his lips and undoing his belt and pants to let them slide to the ground. He pulled her onto his lap and lined himself up. “You ready baby?” He purred.
[Grace]
Grace watched his every action and her eyes blazed red as she felt him pulling her into his lap. “Yes daddy.” She said against his lips before kissing him and sliding down onto his length.
[Stiles]
Stiles watched her slide down on his length after kissing her back. A moan of satisfaction left his lips as he did so. “Fuck you are so tight.” He growled as he guided her hips as she rode him.
[Grace]
“It’s been so long.” She purred in his ear as she started riding him. Her lips kissed down his neck as she left marks and bit down gently onto his neck. She moaned against his skin as he hit her sweet spot.
[Stiles]
“That’s right baby. Ride daddy like a good girl.” He purred into her ear as he felt her biting into his neck. “Fuck Grace…” He growled.
[Grace]
She heard his voice in her ear and moved her lips to kiss him as she moved her hips faster. She shifted her position to have him hit inside of her deeper. She tugged on his hair as moans left her lips.
[Stiles]
“Fuck you are so tight.” He growled as he brought his hand down to rub circles against her clit.
[Grace]
“I’m so close.” She moaned softly as she looked at him. “Cum with me.”
[Stiles]
“Shit…” He moaned before thrusting up into her deeply. “Cum with me…”
[Grace]
Grace moaned his name as she came with him and she kissed him softly. “I love you.”
[Stiles]
“I love you too.” He tells her as he kisses her back while cumming inside of her and riding out their highs.
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*Sunday afternoon. No crises. Hale pack 2.0 playing baseball down on the preserve*
Erica to Derek: Omg you really need to tap that harder.
Derek: Huh? Did you somehow manage to miss me scoring that home run just now?
Erica: *rolls her eyes* I'm not talking about the ball, Babe Ruth.
Stiles: *runs past them both, reeking of horny*
Erica: I was talking about that.
Derek: *turns the same shade of red as the flash of his alpha eyes*
Derek, shouting: GAME SUSPENDED! EVERYONE GO HOME!
Scott, muttering quietly: Oh God, please, please just wait until we're out of earshot this time...
The rest of the pack: *tutting unhappily* Awww, Stiles!
Stiles: *throws his hands up in the air* What? What I do?!
#*alexa play supermassive black hole my muse*#alpha!derek#hale pack 2.0#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#erica reyes#scoot mccall#hale pack shenanigans#teen wolf#teen wolf crack#completely correct teen wolf quotes#tcats chats#teencopandthesourwolf
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play stupid games
tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content
a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."
read on ao3
The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.
What was he working on, again?
He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.
Seriously, what was he working on?
"What are you working on?"
"What the fuck!"
The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.
Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.
Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"
Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."
"I'll show a good gift!"
"That's what I am saying, Stiles."
"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.
Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.
"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.
"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"
"What work?"
Stiles doesn't really remember.
"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."
"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"
"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.
Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"
"I want to check something, but there's a condition."
Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.
Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.
"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"
Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.
"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."
"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"
Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.
Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.
"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.
"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."
"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."
Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.
They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.
"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"
Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.
He waits for the punchline to come.
When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.
"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."
"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."
"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."
Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"
"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"
Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.
Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.
And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.
(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).
#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#sterek fics#sh.writesonmain#i loooove this one so much#wrote this in the very early am's lol#i miss writing daily but ms. muse is elusive#AND ALSO HELLO? WE ARE GETTING TS11? I'M HYPED AF#anyways#sh.rambles#gonna go post this on ao3 also#gimme a few mins
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he is my muse.
#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski fanart#stiles#he is my muse and he also runs the uh cult that I'm um in#bug boy#look at his stupid face#god#teen wolf#teen wolf fanart#my fanart#fanart
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Date Night
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Stiles is trying his very hardest to pay attention to the movie in front of them. It's their first official date night, and he wants to make a good impression. Not that he needs to, when Nova has seen probably most everything that's ever gone through his head at any given time. But he still wants to try.
He's decidedly not thinking about how much he wants to kiss her, or about how close they're sitting next to each other under this blanket. Nope, no, sir. He's focused on the movie, and nothing else. He blushes a bit redder every time he catches his mind wandering.
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Little Red & his Big Bad Wolf
favorite teen wolf otps & ot3s: Steter
#peter just wants attention and stiles is his favorite#stiles stilinski#peter hale#steter#the boy who runs with wolves#the left hand who loves him#not actually going for darkfic vibes tbh#that's just where the muse took me#my moodboards
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❝ Touch me, and I'll punch you in the face.❞
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so who's giving me them? or older them ?
#✧˚ · . ( ships ; sciles )#✧˚ · . ( opposite ; scott mccall )#✧˚ · . ( muse ; stiles stilinski )#✧˚ · . ( wanted ship )#✧˚ · . ( wanted opposite )
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Oh look!
It's Everett making an appearance!
Looks like he's on his guitar again.
"Jacob's gonna go an' set those sinners free!"
At least it's something different.
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@recklcssabandon for Stiles for a very late starter call
“Oh internet cafe my old and dear friend” Garcia said in relief. She was looking for one for the longest and now it’s here ! Oh she’s so happy. “Here you go.” She holds the door open.
#Enchantress of all things possible use your imagination (Garcia interacts)#recklcssabandon#muse: stiles
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The Castle with Noah
[Stiles]
Stiles had been at the castle with Noah making sure to take care of him and teach him to pass the time. He was trying to ignore how he was feeling about everything and learning what happened to the rest of the family was too much. He got up when he heard a knock on the door expecting it to be Misty.
[Grace]
Grace opened the door and saw Stiles. “Oh…hi Stiles.” She said softly as wasn’t expecting to see him at all.
[Stiles]
Stiles was confused as to why she wouldn’t think he was there. “I told you that we were staying in a castle for a while. You didn’t happen to see my mom at all did you?”
[Grace]
“She’s at the hospital. She’s watching Hallie and Zach.” She told him before pushing her hair out of her face. “No you didn’t. You haven’t told me anything at all actually.”
[Stiles]
“I told you I needed time and until then I would be at the castle with Noah. So then Hallie is okay then? Wait what happened to Zach?”
[Grace]
“They said that the cuts were pretty deep and Zach had a heart attack or something. I’m not sure.” She shrugged.
[Stiles]
“Zach? A heart attack? Really? Him?” He asks. “Wow, that must have been really bad then.” Stiles says, “um did you want to come in? I know Noah has missed you.”
[Grace]
“I don’t know they aren’t releasing anything because of the reporters.” She said before nodding. “Sure.” She said as she walked into the castle.
[Stiles]
“The reporters…yeah that would make sense. Of course they would go and try to make a story of this. Didn’t you ever get tired of the reporters at your place too since your father was a king at some point and all.”
[Grace]
“I lived with Noah for a long time. When we finally went to the castle all my parents did was fight so I didn’t really have any issues with reporters trying to break them up. They did that on their own.”
[Stiles]
Stiles just sighed, “That’s because your mother…never mind. I should go and check on them at least. I know she hates me but hopefully being there will help. Do you think you can keep an eye on Noah while I go or…”
[Grace]
“Check on who? Hope? She’s not at the hospital so you won’t be able to see her there. But you don’t need to ask me if I can watch my son or not, of course I can.”
[Stiles]
“Check on the rest of the family who don't absolutely hate me. I will go see if Hallie is okay.” He tells her before grabbing his keys and giving her a kiss on the cheek without realizing it. “Alright I will be back soon.” He says before leaving.
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thanks to the encouraging of @stanfordprepped && @snnydcys i have added dean winchester to the roster! he's been a muse i've been wanting to play for years but was always so scared to not do him justice ( comfort chara vibes, ya know? ). but dad and lumi convinced me so HERE HE IS!
he will, of course, be connected to delaney and camden ♡
#｟ moving in ｠ ⸻ new muse#i added stiles to the other multi#so why not take the leap with dean too <3
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Just Ask
Steo | Stiles x Theo
Theo made it known to Stiles that he likes him. He didn't say how much, but he did say he would look out for Stiles. No matter what. Theo would kill for Stiles.
Well, he did kill quite a few already to gain the human's trust. But he still held back just how much. Because if Stiles knew, he would know how much power he actually has over Theo. He would do anything. Anything. For Stiles. All Stiles had to do is ask.
Unknown to Theo, Stiles feels the same. When he got back from the Hunt, Stiles' perception of Theo changed.
Actually, even way before the Hunt. Stiles had liked Theo. Who wouldn't? The chimera looks real fine and smart too. Smart enough to fool everyone.
Smart enough to coax Stiles to say how he actually felt when he killed Donovan.
Stiles doesn't know why he said it to Theo. He just did. He just felt like Theo would understand. Theo would not judge him. Stiles knows that he would tell all his truths to Theo. All his thoughts. Even the deepest, darkest, and morally dividing ones. If Theo would just ask.
It would destroy him. Destroy his good image to his friends. To the pack. And he wouldn't care. As long as Theo is there with him. He felt oddly more comfortable and safer with Theo because of that. He could be Stiles. He could be Void. And Theo will still be there.
Stiles doesn't want Theo to know that. To know just how much power Theo has over him too. To know that it's okay for him to get disowned again by the pack as long as Theo is with him.
So now, they stare at each other, as they let Scott discuss the plan against their enemy of the week.
Stiles could tell Theo is not impressed. The plan sucks. Always the ideal, no one should die etc etc plan. But the enemy right now is ruthless. Nothing would fix it unless it's dead.
Stiles knows that. Theo knows that.
After the discussion, they all walked out of the pack house to enact the plan.
Theo approached Stiles.
"What do you think of the plan, Stiles?"
"It's good. It might actually work."
"The truth, Stiles."
"... It sucks. The enemy should be killed."
"Same."
They fell silent a while.
"Do you want me... to do it?" Theo asked.
"...Yeah." Stiles gave the go ahead.
Theo nodded and went to his truck. Stiles went to his jeep.
Scott's plan didn't work and they, Theo, had to go and kill the creature. Scott was upset but Stiles immediately said: Plan A doesn't always succeed.
The pack got rid of the body and was going their separate ways home.
Stiles and Theo walked passed each other.
"You're welcome." Theo whispered to Stiles.
Stiles didn't answer but let his hand slide from Theo's forearm and down to Theo's hand, letting their fingers brush ever so lightly with each other, before walking away.
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Stick To The Plan
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Stiles has a plan. He just has to stick to the plan. Don't let himself get tied up. Hold out just long enough to see where she keeps the photos. Distract her just long enough to grab the photos and run.
He might have to make a mad dash across campus, somewhat naked, but it'll be worth it. If that's the price he pays for getting that photo, it will have been worth it. He knocks on Saoirse's door, an easy grin on his face.
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no, but?
i love a good hurt/comfort stargent/steter/stetopher where my fave Danger DILFs get to patch up Stiles' wounds.
but also.
give me a Stiles who, upon seeing his guy/guys stepping in front of him to shield him, just...
"bold of you to assume I can't climb"
...and proceeds to scramble up and over, like the feral little bastard he is.
#fic musings#steter#stargent#stetopher#stiles stilinksi#feral bi stiles#the danger dilfs of beacon hills
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