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aurevell · 6 months

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Returning the Favor Sterek | 5k | T

Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

It’s late when Derek hears the noise at the side of the house. A creak of siding that cuts through the backdrop of cricket song. Just one lone sound, but there’s something cautious about it. Probing.

He lowers the book he’s reading, but no other sounds follow. Derek has been lying sprawled across his bed, drowsy and warm and comfortable, sweatpant-clad legs resting against the wall—but now that he’s conscious of the sound, his focus sharpening, he thinks he’s been hearing quiet noises grow nearer for some time without quite comprehending them. A wild animal outside, maybe, creeping slowly around the foundation of the house. Something large enough that the mulch in the flower bed crunches beneath its weight.

It’s not often that a solitary animal grows bold enough to venture this close to a werewolf pack—the scent always scares them off first. They don’t even get raccoons out here, especially not with the cold this time of year. It could always be their cousin Warren, who’s always thought it funny to startle his relatives with unexpected visits in the dead of night. Or any one of the nasty things in Uncle Peter’s wild stories, supernatural things that creep into the house come dark.

Derek glances at the window, book still resting on his chest, but the house is still.

Maybe it’s gone. That’s just as well: he’s too comfortable to drag himself over to the window to look.

And then another sound comes, an unmistakable creak. Heavy weight settling into place.

Downstairs, his mother sighs. “What was that?” she demands, her voice faint with distance. She and his dad are likely out on the porch swing at this time of evening, even though it’s nearly winter, lunatics that they are. “If Laura and Cora are at it again—”

“I’m sure they aren’t, Tal,” Derek’s father replies, sounding amused. “You put the fear of god in them.”

Mom scoffs. “If we have to repair another door, it’s coming out of their pockets.”

“Not everything is my fault, Mom,” Cora mutters pointedly from down the hall. There’s heavy metal coming from the vicinity of Laura’s bedroom, just low enough to be blasting from her headphones, and she doesn’t pipe up to defend herself.

The thing hasn’t gone away. Metal squeaks a moment later, and then the scrabbling returns, punctuated by a thump and a muffled grunt.

Annoyed, Derek tosses the book aside and clambers to his feet, crossing over to the window. When he hoists up the sash, letting the night chill waft in, he peers down into the dark and finds that the source is worse than anything he could have imagined.

It’s his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar.

Stiles is hanging onto the drainpipe, having managed to hoist himself several feet off the ground. He’s leaning against the metal awning over the kitchen window, one foot atop the shutter and the other scrabbling for purchase against the siding. At the clatter of Derek’s opening window, he looks up, startled, and nearly loses his balance.

“What are you doing here?” Derek hisses.

“Just returning the favor.” With a moment to catch himself against the awning, Stiles gets his bearing and grins. “What? Don’t make that face. C’mon, you can show up at all hours of the night, but turnabout isn’t fair play?”

With that, he sticks his tongue between his teeth, which he sometimes does unconsciously when something demands his full attention. And the perilous task of climbing should get his full attention, given how often he stumbles when both of his feet are on the ground. God, Derek is about to witness his idiot boyfriend fall to his death or something.

Stiles heaves himself mostly onto the awning, clawing for purchase with a grunt. When he reaches for the window, he loses his grip, nearly sliding backward onto the grass; in a flash of panic, Derek grabs him by his shirt and yanks him forward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demands, aware of their volume and even more aware of their audience.

The awning rattles as Stiles draws up his long legs to slip inside the window feet first, ducking under the sash. He’s panting a little as he pulls himself upright, though he bats his eyes sweetly in the face of Derek’s scowl. “Oh, please. I knew you’d catch me. ‘My hero,’ and all that.”

“Should have let you fall and die,” Derek retorts, shutting the window.

“Probably. Oh man, that was so athletic. Sometimes, I amaze myself.”

Derek doesn’t have anything smart to say to that. He’s only half paying attention, too busy bracing for the discussion sure to follow.

He and Stiles may as well have stomped up and down the stairs blowing air horns as far as the rest of the house goes. Everyone will have heard. Derek is absolutely sure because you can hear a pin drop, like no one’s even moving, like everyone’s waiting with bated breath—either gleeful or judgmental or both—to hear what comes next. Even Laura’s deafening headphones have gone silent. Fuck.

Worst of all…Stiles doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t yet know about the secret the Hale family hides, or how keenly they can hear, or that every word he says will be seized up and cheerfully dissected and gossiped about in real time.

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#sterek #sterek fic #mine #vaguely inspired by a tumblr post i have been unable to find after multiple searches in the month+ it took me to write this #i think it was a pic of two cats falling off a roof??#and whoever posted it was basically like 'haha this is stiles-coded after he tries to climb derek's window and pulls derek down with him'#i'm pretty sure i even reblogged it and yet where is it??#if you know what i'm talking about let me know lmao #anyway #this is only a little bit about stiles struggling through the window #mostly it's about how i think werewolf hearing would upgrade the sibling-on-sibling crime possibilities in any given household #and the fact that you could not get away with ANYTHING noisy without every other person in the house knowing about it #so having blabbermouth stiles stilinski pop into said household while being totally ignorant of the existence of werewolves...#let's just say 'poor derek' and leave it at that lmao

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thatwriterchaotic · 8 months

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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 5

Omg finally an update for this series. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write another chapter. I've always loved this series I just didn't know where to take it. Anyways let me stop rambling and let you all enjoy this chapter.

Summary: Tonight was your date with Murphy. He told you to get dressed and he would be by at 8 to pick you up. You couldn't wait for what tonight would lead too.

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.

Your POV:

Tonight's the night. Your date with Murphy was finally here. You had been waiting all week for this. Your job had been taking up a lot of your time lately. Apparently a big story about these two brothers was going around. Saving Boston from the mob and how they were heros. You didn't pay much attention to it. Other than looking over and editing papers at your journalist job. You sighed and glanced at the clock getting lost in your thoughts. It was about an hour and a half before Murphy would be coming to pick you up.

You got up from your bed, deciding it would be time to get ready. Heading towards your bathroom to take a shower. A faint buzz came from your phone in your pocket. You smiled seeing it was a text from Murphy.

Murph <3

“Can't wait to see you tonight beautiful ;)”

You giggled and set your phone on the counter. Feeling your heart race with excitement. You got into the shower and washed your hair. Then your body. Then the annoying part was shaving. Once you were all finished. You turned off the water and wrapped a towel around your body. Grabbing another to dry off your hair the best you could.

An hour had gone by and you had just finished your make up. Making sure everything was perfect just for Murphy. You wore a simple knee length dress. A small slit on one side. A cute pattern of small strawberries spread out across it. The skinny straps and the sweetheart neckline accentuated your chest. Making it look absolutely stunning on you. The last thing you needed to do was slip on your shoes and grab your purse.

You jumped a little hearing the sound of a car horn go off. Knowing that must have been Murphy waiting for you. You rushed and slipped on your simple black heels and grabbed your purse. Rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest when you approached the car. Wondering if he borrowed it from Doc. Seeing it was a much older model and the boys rarely drove. You smiled as Murphy stepped out and went to your side. Opening the door for you.

“After you Madam” Murphy said with a smile. He thought you looked absolutely stunning in that dress. The way it shaped your body so perfectly. He had to adjust his pants a bit after you got in the car. You watched as Murphy walked back around and climbed into the driver's seat. “So where are you taking me tonight?” You asked finally wanting to know what his plans are. Murphy smirked and looked over at you. “It's a surprise, and you look absolutely stunning in that dress las” Murphy said sweetly. His cheeks a soft shade of a pink.

You couldn't help but smile from his compliment. He didn't look too bad himself. Freshly shaven besides his normal goatee. His hair was brushed just right, besides a few strands that stood out of place. Which you found adorable. He was dressed in a white button up and a pair of clean black slacks. And of course his signature black trench coat that he never left without. He looked so handsome, it was kind of hard to take your eyes away from him.

“Says you, did you get all dressed up just for me?” You asked softly, noticing how his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned a darker shade of red. He nodded shyly and placed his hand on your tigh. His thumb gently caressing it. “Had to look good for you, mo ghrà” Murphy said with a smirk as he started up the car. Leaning over to peck the side of your cheek softly. That made your heart flutter. Seeing Murphy being so sweet was new. Yes, he wasn't a major flirt unlike Connor but it was nice to seem him be serious about their date.

Eventually they arrived to their destination. Murphy helped you to get out of the car. Demanding that you covered your eyes until they got inside. You thought it was silly but you listened to him. Even though you did stumble a little as he guided you out of the car and onto the side walk. Then inside of a building, hearing a door shut behind you. Murphys hands rested on your shoulders and then up towards your hands that where covering your eyes. “You can look now, I hope you like it” He whispered softly into your ear as he slowly pulled your hands away from your eyes.

Your eyes settled as you looked around. Realizing that it was McGinty’s but completely different. A single table for two placed in the center of the room. A simple tablecloth with candles and flowers placed in the middle. Some petals laid scattered around the floor. The lights where dimmed just right adding to the romantic atmosphere. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

You turned around facing Murphy, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. “You did all this for me?” You asked. Murphy noticed the tears, he quickly cupped your cheeks and wiped them away. “Of course I did las, and hey no crying don't want to ruin your make up” He teased making you both laugh softly. You smiled and leaned in. His forehead resting against yours.

How about we sit and enjoy the dinner I have for us? Go get ice cream for dessert after” Murphy spoke softly as he kisses your forehead. You nodded as he moved to pull your chair out for you before he sat down. He was being such a gentleman. You sat down as Murphy set two plates on the table. It looked delicious. You both sat there quietly at first. Glancing at one another from across the table. Soft music played in the background. He was really trying to make this perfect for you. “Wow Murphy, I'm really impressed by all of this” You said softly. He smiled as he opened a bottle of wine. Pouring a glass for you and then himself.

“Only for you, wanted to prove to you how much I care about you” He admitted as he lifted his glass, taking a sip from it. You watched as his lips wrapped around the edge of the glass. Your mind going else where. God he looked so good in that white button up. The first two where undone. Catching a glimpse of his tan skin underneath it. You felt your legs squeeze together slightly as your cheeks ran hot. Both of you started to eat. Talking back and forth about work and how your day was. It was nice to talk about mundane things with him.

As the date went on Murphy became bolder. His arm laid across the table, holding your hand in his. His thumb gently caressing your knuckles. He seemed to be genuinely intrigued about your work and what you enjoyed in your free time. You couldn't seem to pull yourself away from those piercing baby blue eyes. The way his lips turned up into his slightly crooked smile. You felt yourself swoon over him. “C'mon love, let's go get some ice cream” Murphy said as he stood up. His hand still holding yours in his. You giggled softly in excitement as you left McGinty's and started walking towards the park.

It didn't take long until your feet started killing you in your heels. You whined softly and Murphy stopped looking at you. “you okay las? Something wrong?” He asked noticing your discomfort. “It's my heels, they are killing my feet” You complained. Next thing you know Murphy picked you up bridal style. His arm resting underneath your legs and the other tightly wrapped around you so you wouldn't fall. “Murphy!! You don't have to carry me” You protested first until he looked at you with that loving look in his eyes. “Nah, you barely weigh a thing and I'm not having my lady be in pain.” He said sweetly. Loving the way you fit perfectly in his arms. Like you where meant to be there.

Hearing him call you his lady made your heart pound in your chest. You liked hearing him call you that. “Say that again” You asked. Murphy smiled “Soo you do want to be my lady?” He teased loving the way that your cheeks would flush each time. “Say it again Murphy” You begged. He chuckled and repeated himself. “My lady, My lady, My lady”. Your cheeks went red again as you hid in his neck.

It didn't take long to get to the ice cream stand. Luckily they where still opened. Murphy carefully set you down on a bench. “I'll be right back, you sit here and look pretty for me” He said softly as he approached the ice cream stand. Getting two scoops of your favorite flavor of ice cream and the one for himself. He came back and sat next to you handing you your ice cream. It was peaceful. The two of you sitting in the park, eating ice cream. He turned towards you and noticed you got some on your nose. He reached up and gently wiped it off with his thumb. Licking it off his fingers. You giggled as the space between you grew smaller. Your ice cream now long forgotten. He took your hand in his and sighed softly.

“Listen (Y/N), I really like spending time with you. Something about you just brightens my day. You always seem to know how to make me laugh. Getting to know ya has been one of the best choices in my life. Kinda glad my brother was blasting music that night we met. What I'm trying to say is, I would like to be more with you. I want to be with ya.” Murphy finally admitted. It felt like a huge brick lifted off his chest. You looked at him and smiled softly. Reaching up to cup his cheek. Closing the gap between you.

This kiss was different. It was slow and intimate. It felt like you where both pouring all your feelings and emotions for one another into it. Eventually you had to break away for air. Murphy had a big smile on his face as he looked at you with adortion. “So is that a yes?” He asked. You giggled and nodded your head. “Yes Murphy, that's a yes”. This would be a night you wouldn't forget..

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