#stiles [barely conscious]: the fuck are you doing?

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter Four - Not Yet

Words: 4032

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Possessive Stiles, Protective Stiles, Smut, Dirty Talk, Shower Lovin', Protective Scott... Think that's it!

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader/Sadie McCall, Liam Dunbar

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski and Reader

A/N: Hey guys! Another chapter is out, I really hope you guys like this one I know the chapters are a little spaced out, sorry really trying to work on that but the writers block keeps hitting hard when I actually have the time to write! So hope this is okay! Enjoy!

P.S If anyone would like a tag for the series please let me know! :)

Chapter 4 - Not Yet

You watch him closely, fighting off a nervous giggle as you slowly back up towards your bed. Extremely conscious of the fact he’s continuing to advance on you, showing no signs of stopping. Then before you fully process what’s happening he’s standing directly in front of you. You suck in a sharp breath as your bed bumps into the backs of your legs. You reach for him slowly, almost worried that he might disappear if you move too fast, just like a dream. You just barely hold back from pinching yourself. Instead you reach out, your hands moving slowly up over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his pecs tensing under your touch. 

You press your body against his tightly and wrap your arms around his neck. Stiles’ fingers tickle as they trace over your skin, the feeling causes tingles to erupt all over your skin. 

“Fuck it feels good to touch your skin finally, you’re so soft. I swear it’s all I’ve thought about,” he whispers reverently, dropping his hands to your hips. He moves his forehead to yours, and looks into your eyes, the purple that you see there no longer scares you. Instead it gives you more of a heady rush, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. 

“I promise you here and now Sadie, I will do my best to deserve you.” 

The look he gives you is so full of sincerity that you lose yourself in his touch, in his eyes.

“Kiss me, please.” Your whispered plea is answered without further question, his lips insistently claiming your own, even as you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

Stiles groans deeply as his hands drop to your ass, pressing his hips closer to your own, and you can’t help but gasp into his mouth as his thick cock pushes tightly up against your stomach. Stiles picks you up with ease, and you savour the feeling of being held in his strong arms. 

His lips only leave yours when he tosses you onto your bed. You look up at him, with a look that is no doubt full of the lust you feel as you slide back against the pillows. 

“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” Stiles whispers as his eyes run heatedly across your body, your chest heaving as you stare up at him. You can’t speak, because you’re hoping the very same thing yourself. 

Your eyes drop to his hand when you feel the bed dip slightly, and you’re finally pulled from your trance when he lowers himself onto your bed. Leaning on his hands and knees, as he begins to crawl towards you. You lick your dry lips and try not to swallow your tongue, as your eyes trail heatedly over his body. Unable to comprehend when all of this happened, you notice the way his arms bulge and tense with every movement, like he’s holding himself back from pouncing on you.

Clearly neither of you want to rush this, so you lay as still as possible. You let Stiles take the lead, until his lips are hovering over your own. Your fingers move slowly over his tensed biceps, as he lowers himself just a little, so he can just barely brush his lips over yours. Moving himself onto his forearms he gets a little closer to you. 

Having him so close, you can’t keep your hands to yourself anymore, you push your fingers through his hair like you had always wanted.

“I want you so damn bad right now,” he whispers softly as he cups your cheek, but you can see there’s something that he’s holding back. 

You gently press against his chest and Stiles rolls onto his back, moving to lay beside you, his head tilted back against the headboard, doing his best not to look at you. With a sigh you sit up and climb into his lap, not wanting to lose the closeness you’d had a moment ago. He finally looks at you and you’re sure that the concern you feel is written on your face.

“Talk to me, Stiles. I can practically see you thinking at this point. Have you changed your mind about us?”

Stiles wraps his arms around your body as a low growl fills his chest, “No. Never that.” 

“Okay, fine. If it’s not that, then talk to me, please. Something is clearly bothering you.” 

“Look, as much as I want to throw you down on this bed and fuck you, I can’t do it. Not yet. It’s… It’s too soon. You’ve only just found out about everything, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, Sadie.”

Shaking your head you smile at him, “I mean you’re not. But I get why you think that. So if you’re not comfortable yet then we wait, until we’re both ready for that step. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything at all.” You smirk as you roll your hips in his lap, feeling his cock beginning to thicken between your thighs once again. You feel Stiles’ chest puff up under you, almost as if his wolf is pushing to the surface.

“Fuck, Minx. Just like that,” he grunts, hands dropping to your ass, long fingers squeezing the cheeks harshly. 

You lean in and press kisses up the side of his neck enjoying the noises of his clear satisfaction. You slowly drag your teeth across his earlobe, before whispering in his ear, “Do you need to really fuck me before you mark me?”

Your panties are soaked and you can’t stop yourself from rocking against his thickness, “No. Not technically.” Stiles growls in reply, his sharp reply gives you a little thrill and a shiver races up your spine. 

“Don’t you want to mark me then? Make me all yours… officially?” Your giggle turns into a drawn out moan when Stiles smacks your ass before gripping tightly once more. 

“Stop fucking teasing me,” he rasps, as a hand leaves your ass to smack it once more, before he wraps your hair around his fist. He tugs at it harshly causing you to bare your neck to him.

You whimper as he licks up your throat, “I could fucking take you right here, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me, doesn’t that scare you?” 

You shake your head as best as you can, and your hips haven’t stopped moving almost like your body is possessed.

“No. I trust you. Besides, I want your mark on me,” you answer breathlessly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

Stiles’ chuckle is dangerous as he drags his teeth softly over the skin at the base of your throat.

“You want this cock too don’t you? My needy little mate. God, you’re so wet.” Stiles releases your hair when all you can do is moan in agreement, your forehead drops against his as he plucks the clasp of your bra, swearing when he doesn’t get it open right away. You’re both laughing, until he finally gets it undone, then your eyes move to his.  

“I hate those damn things,” he sighs in irritation, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw as he pulls your bra away.

Goosebumps erupt across every inch of your skin as you lean back a little, the cool air against your heated skin feels so good. Stiles leans forward and runs his tongue around your slowly hardening nipples in turn, while his hands continue to encourage you to keep rocking your hips. You push your fingers through his thick hair and hold him against you tighter.

He growls against your skin, eyes closed as he drags his teeth over your nipple with a little more force. Softly nipping at every bit of skin that he can get to, like he’s marking you in his own way. Stiles pulls away suddenly and meets your eyes, and a grin forms across his plump lips. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you, Minx? I can practically taste it,” Stiles grinds out, his voice more animalistic than before, the purple in his eyes becomes darker and the throbbing between your thighs is more insistent.

“Stop looking at me like that. I told you not yet.”

“But I want it, baby, wanna be yours.” You whimper as you feel the impending orgasm right on the edge.

“No. Not until we’re ready.” He states firmly, his voice holding no room for argument. He presses his nose against yours and you can’t fight the full body shiver that seizes you.

“Now, be a good girl and cum for me. Sadie,” he demands as he wraps your hair around his fist again and pulls you into a fierce kiss.

As if he controls your body you feel the band in your stomach finally snap, and a powerful orgasm grips your body, “oh, God. Stiles!” you cry out helplessly, gripping onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Fuck yes, Mini, just like that.”

Stiles lays back on the bed and grips your hips harshly and you open your eyes to stare down at him, unable to look away as he thrusts up against you, chasing his own release.

“Please, Stiles. Please. I need you to cum for me. Don’t you dare stop.”

Stiles moves his hands, quickly gripping the sides of your bed, and you watch in fascination as his claws sink into your mattress, the fur begins to appear on his face and his eyes glow that deep dark purple once more. Stiles gnashes his teeth together, revealing his fangs, as he tries to fight against what you’re sure is the urge to sink his teeth into you when he finally cums. Stiles gives a few final rolls of his hips, until he shudders, your name spilling from his parted lips as he grabs at you to pull you close.

You finally let yourself fall forward and collapse against his chest. Both of you are breathing heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath. But when you concentrate it seems as though both your breathing and your heartbeat are in sync with one another. 

The two of you lay there for a few minutes, until Stiles wraps his arms around you and holds you closer before rolling you both on your sides. You press closer still and allow your eyes to slip closed, as your breathing evens out, before you know it you’ve fallen asleep.

SUNRISE

You let out a scream when your door slams open against the wall, you don’t have time to react but as it turns out you don’t need to have any need to panic, not really. Before you can even wrap your head around what’s happening though, Stiles carefully rolls you both across your bed, until your body is safely hidden behind his back. You peek over Stiles’ shoulder and you’re sure that your face is already bright red, seeing Liam standing at your door with your brother who looks beyond pissed.

“Morning.” Liam smirks at the pair of you, a slight teasing lift to his eyebrows. As he grabs your brother’s arm almost on instinct, at the same time as you grab the tense man in front of you. You don’t dare look at your brother right now, too scared of what you might see.

Especially when you fail to hide your laugh at Liam, who looks way too smug for words. You turn and keep yourself low as you reach for Stiles’ shirt, which is on the floor along with the rest of both of your clothes. You do your best to quickly and subtly slip it on, while your brother and Stiles continue to glare at one another.

Scott is first to break. “I told you to stay away from her. Especially last night. What the hell were you thinking, Stiles?!” Scott challenges your mate, ripping his arm free of Liam's hold as his Alpha eyes glow dark red.

Stiles sighs as he stands from the bed, in no hurry as he pulls the covers over your body. Taking a moment to appreciate you wearing his shirt, he can’t hide the way his eyes devour you, or the beginnings of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. You bite your lip as you look up at him, almost forgetting about the others in your doorway, as Stiles bends over to pull on his jeans. You cringe a little, sure those boxers must be uncomfortable, considering the fact that he’d cum in them less than a few hours prior.

“I was thinking that I didn’t want to wait to explain everything to my mate. Not if she was willing to hear me out. If she had kicked me out last night, then I would’ve left. But she didn’t. She knows the most important stuff now. I respect you Scott, both as my Alpha and my best friend, but Sadie comes first. She needed to know, simple as that. You can kick my ass if you want to. Hell, I probably would if I were you, but you should know I’d do it again, it was her choice to make, not yours and not mine.”

You slip from the bed and press yourself against Stiles’ back, slipping your hand into his, trying to let him know you appreciate what he did and you’re here for him.

“Are you okay?” Scott asks you, some of the anger seemingly deflated from him.

“I’m great, Scotty.” 

“I don’t like what you’re implying, Scott,” Stiles huffs, anger beginning to slip into his words.

“Hey big guy. He’s just checking, he didn’t mean anything by it,” you assure him as you squeeze his hand gently. 

Stiles grunts in acknowledgement and rolls his shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension that’s still lingering there, “you’re right, sorry. Guess I’m still a little on edge.” 

“Maybe you should’ve marked me then, tough guy,” you giggle, feeling his body stiffen against you. 

You’d only meant it as a joke to try and lighten the mood, evidently that had backfired.

“Wait. You haven’t marked her? How the hell did you hold back? We all saw how you were around her last night.” Scott questions, almost bewildered by the thought.

“No, he hasn’t. He wants us to wait,” you answer for him, feeling a little guilty for bringing it up, given you’ve probably just made everything harder for Stiles in more than one way. You remember how much it turned him on talking about it, during everything that had happened last night, it was one of the things that set him off.

“Wow man, I’m sorry. I guess I just assumed-” Scott sighs, cutting himself off, clear embarrassment on his face as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I wouldn’t ever do that to her, she just found out, Scott. I’m not some monster, I’m still me. I thought that you, of all people, would understand that.”

Stiles turns and gives you a quick kiss on the lips, “I need to go for a run. I’ll be back soon.” He pulls the sheet from your bed and wraps it around your waist, before he shrugs on his plaid shirt and climbs out of your bedroom window without another word.

“Stiles wait!” Scott shouts, racing out of your window to follow after his best friend.

You look at Liam still standing there and he gives you a friendly smile, “pancakes downstairs if you’re interested?” he offers nodding at your clothes, or lack thereof, “I’ll uhh… leave you to get changed.” 

He closes the door behind himself as he leaves, leaving you alone with your thoughts. This certainly wasn’t how you’d expected to start this morning, not since you’d had the best night of your life last night. At the very least you’d expected sleepy morning cuddles, anything to convince you that last night hadn’t been a dream, it still felt too good to be true.

Now you’re stuck here by yourself, and the insecurities are already beginning to creep in, but you won’t let them, not this time. You tug off Stiles' shirt and your dirty underwear, heading for your bathroom. Turning on your shower you glance at yourself in the full length mirror while you wait for it to heat up, admiring all the small bruises at your hips and waist, the just visible bite marks that litter your chest and neck.

You must be standing there longer than you think because the room is filled with steam.

“Wow, this is crazy,” you whisper to yourself, tracing the small marks with awe.

“I was thinking the same thing. Your ass looks even better than it felt.” 

You gasp in surprise spinning around to face the intruder as the door clicks closed behind him, and he slides the lock closed.

“You scared the shit out of me! Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. We can talk later, we should really get cleaned up.” Stiles grins, stripping himself completely naked. If it were possible for your jaw to physically hit the floor right now, then you’re almost certain it would. 

He wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it a few times as his eyes take their time to explore your body, not that you can deny you’re doing exactly the same. Your mouth runs dry as he steps closer, “don’t worry. I meant what I said, still taking it slow. I’m just taking the edge off a little.” 

“Where’s Scott?” 

“Left him in the woods somewhere, I had much more interesting things to do.” 

Struggling not to swallow your tongue you slowly and wordlessly step back into the shower, your eyes locked on Stiles as he advances on you. You can feel the moisture soaking between your thighs, even before the water touches you. 

“Stiles, I need-” you cut yourself off unsure what you need, especially since you know he won’t give you what you want right now.

“You trust me?” he asks softly, backing you against the shower wall, his hands bracketing either side of your head. His cock presses against your stomach as he leans in closely.

“Always,” you answer softly, sliding your hands up his abs, over his chest, before finally gripping his strong shoulders tightly, he looks even better than you could ever have imagined. The fact that he’s wet is only making everything that much better. 

Stiles leans in slowly, so you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your ear, even before he speaks you can feel yourself beginning to shiver.

“So sensitive,” he whispers, slowly trailing his fingers down your sides.

“Stiles, please. I need something. Anything.” You’re aware just how desperate you sound, but you’re so far beyond caring right now. 

“Just relax, we need to be quick, baby.” 

One of his hands moves between your bodies to grip his cock firmly, you whimper feeling him slide himself between your clenched thighs, when you spread your legs for him he groans against your neck. 

“Fuck, don’t do that,” he laughs, gently easing your thighs back together, “your pussy smells so damn good.”

“Sorry, I’m really trying, I just want you so bad.”

Stiles lets out a shuddered sigh as he slowly starts to rock his hips. You whimper as his cock continues to nudge your clit with every pass over you. Your slick is dripping all over his cock with every movement, and you know it would be so easy for him to slip inside you right now. Your nails dig into his shoulders, already feeling your orgasm close to the surface.

“Such a good girl.” 

“All yours, Stiles. Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.”

“You were made for me, Minx.” Stiles grunts, his thrusts speeding up and you have to hold onto him, so that your shaking legs don’t cause you to collapse into a puddle at his feet.

It feels like time ceases to exist as your orgasm hits, like an explosion from nowhere. Stiles has his lips pressed against your ear as whispers to you, telling you how good you feel. His grip is possessive and consuming, while he continues to move between your thighs, making you shiver against him. You start to feel the overstimulation taking effect, and your whimpered begging becomes louder, Stiles rests his forehead against yours looking deep into your eyes, before he kisses you, hard.

His tongue explores your mouth as he grunts into your mouth, hips shuddering against your own, you pull him close as his body begins to sag against yours. Wrapped up in each other you let the water wash away the evidence of your hot tryst. Both of you pant heavily as he pries his lips from your own, “that was unexpected,” you giggle breathlessly, running your fingers through his soft hair as the water begins to cool.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I just can’t get enough of you.” Stiles replies sheepishly, a blush covering his cheeks as you separate to quickly clean yourselves properly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Neither of us know how this stuff works, but maybe you not giving in fully is part of the problem?” you wonder aloud as you move out from under the shower spray to let stiles rise off the suds.

A small smile plays on his lips as you shut off the shower and he shakes his head at you, and grabs for a towel, handing one to you before he takes his own.

“Sadie, listen to me. I don’t care how much pain this causes me, I won’t bind you to me for the rest of our lives. Not without you being one hundred percent sure that it’s what you want too. You need time to consider your options. All of them.” 

It’s hard to miss the amount of emphasis he puts on those last three words. You both dress in companionable silence as you mull over his words.

“I know you’re convinced that I need this time, Stiles, but I don’t. I already know what I want.”

Stiles sighs and you can feel the annoyance wafting off of him in waves, which isn’t something that you totally understand. He finishes dressing before he gives you all of his attention, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t like the way he looks at you.

“I’m not Scott, Sadie. I’ll act differently, how he does things isn't the same as the way I might do them. I might be a wolf too, but we’re different people. Honestly there’s shit about me that nobody knows about yet! What if I’m a danger to you? I might be some fucked up version of Scott. So If I’m being honest, If I had a choice, then you’d never be in this situation in the first place!” He all but shouts the last part as his breathing becomes more laboured.

While common sense tells you that he isn’t rejecting you in any way, and that he’s trying to protect you, you can’t fight that small part of you that winces at his words. And you throw your walls up faster than even you realise.

“If you would have found out about us on your own, and nobody else knew, would you have ever told me I was your mate? That you were a wolf?”

Even as the words pass your lips you know the answer. 

Stiles stares back at you, his fists clenched at his sides.

“I-I…” Swallowing hard he meets your eyes, “Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that, but it doesn’t matter now b-” 

You cut him off, holding up your hand, reigning in your emotions like you’d been doing for years you meet his eyes, doing your best to keep your steely expression.

“Perfectly clear, I hear you. I’ll speak to Deaton, make sure I have my options. We should head down, everyone is waiting.”

The words hurt to say, especially when you don’t mean any of them, but maybe he’s right because even if you won’t change your mind, you can’t be certain that he won’t change his. He’s always been your what if guy, but until last night you’d only ever been his best friend's little sister.

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[sapphireginger]

Chapter #7

Summary:

Stiles smiles, feeling giddy and bites his lip to stifle a nervous giggle. He has a date. He, Stiles freaking Stilinski, has a date with Derek. He has a date with Derek who is the definition of a Greek god with the heart of a Hufflepuff. After one last check of his appearance in the mirror, Stiles grabs his keys, wallet and phone and heads to the front door. True to his word, Derek pulls up exactly fifteen minutes after he sent the text. Stiles grabs his jacket and after locking up makes his way to Derek’s car. Derek jumps out and opens Stiles’s door, both of them grinning. “Thank you,” Stiles says with pink cheeks. “You’re welcome,” Derek replies with cheeks just as pink.

Stiles hurries home and then freezes when the front door closes behind him. Is he really going to do this? Maybe he should have waited. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy and well, he doesn’t know where Derek lives. Truth be told he doesn't really know Derek at all, and Derek doesn't know him. This is all so new and what if it goes horribly wrong. He can’t just bring someone into his and Olivia’s lives until he's sure about them and if they’re gonna just fuck around, then it won't work. Wait.

The amber eyed man takes a deep breath and reminds himself that Derek has a kid, an adorable kid, and therefore he wouldn’t do that would he? Derek wouldn't just fuck around, right? Stiles doesn’t want their kids to get hurt if things don't work out between them. He also doesn’t want to get Olivia’s hopes up. He hasn't dated anyone since he had Olivia.

He closes his eyes and goes through his breathing exercises. He takes a deep breath in for a count of four, holds it for a count of three and then exhales for a count of five. His phone buzzes after the fifth time he takes a breath.

[Erica] Don’t overthink this and yeah, I know that’s exactly what you are doing right now. So, don’t. Take a minute to breath and get your head on straight. Then, go get ready and be your sexy, nerdy self with that gorgeous guy. Boyd and I have Olivia. She's safe and she’s already convinced Boyd to let her teach him how to braid her hair. We’ll make a night of it. Let yourself have this, Batman. You deserve it. Now go get it Tiger!

Stiles smiles and sends back a thumbs up emoji as he hurries upstairs to shower. He allows the tension to bleed out of his body as he soaps up his hair, the chestnut curls longer than normal but he prefers them this way. The feeling of the water and soap suds on his skin is relaxing. He’s about to get out when he pauses, his stomach flipping as he thinks back to what Cora said about a hotel room. He starts to feel a tad self-conscious. He knows he looks good because he’s been told as much a lot, He works as a zipline instructor and owns the park. So, he's on it every single day, working his muscles, but what if Derek—His hand grazes his soft cock and then his finger grazes his hole. He chews his lip and starts debating if he should shave. 

Now, Stiles is aware that some guys don’t care but he cares about looking and feeling his best. He doesn’t like having a lot of hair himself. He’s glad he had shaved the night before. So, he’s basically bare right now except for a small amount of hair at the base of his dick. 

After debating for five minutes, he shakes his head and runs his trembling hands through his hair, letting the water run down his face. He’s not going to do anything. Either Derek will like it, or he won’t but there’s no use overthinking it. Plus, there’s no guarantee that they’ll get to that point tonight or anytime soon, no matter how much UST Erica claims there is between them. They just met and Stiles has never put out on the first date let alone the second or third. Not that he expects there to be more, but he hopes there will. There's just something about Derek and it's another reason why he's not going to do anything but be himself.

With that decided he gets out of the shower, dries off and secures the towel around his hips. He heads to his closet and doesn’t let himself dwell on what he’s going to wear. He easily pulls on a long-sleeved button up shirt that is wine red. He grabs out black boxer briefs, black dress pants and his black dress shoes.

In less than fifteen minutes, he’s taking in the sight of himself as he looks in the mirror, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. Erica always says that his forearms are drool worthy and Stiles has to agree. He’s startled when his phone buzzes suddenly from where it sits on his dresser. He fumbles with it as he unlocks it to check his messages.

[Derek] Hey. It’s Derek. I should be at yours in about fifteen minutes. Is that okay? [Stiles] Perfect! I’m ready.  [Derek] See you soon! [Stiles] Can’t wait!

Stiles smiles, feeling giddy and bites his lip to stifle a nervous giggle. He has a date. He, Stiles freaking Stilinski, has a date with Derek. He has a date with Derek who is the definition of a Greek god with the heart of a Hufflepuff. After one last check of his appearance in the mirror, Stiles grabs his keys, wallet and phone and heads to the front door.

True to his word, Derek pulls up exactly fifteen minutes after he sent the text. Stiles grabs his jacket and after locking up makes his way to Derek’s car. Derek jumps out and opens Stiles’s door, both of them grinning. “Thank you,” Stiles says with pink cheeks.

“You’re welcome,” Derek replies with cheeks just as pink.

Once Stiles slips into the passenger seat, Derek shuts the door and slips back into the driver's seat. Stiles smiles softly at him. “So where are we going?”

Derek glances over as he gestures to his GPS. “There. I hope.”

“You hope?” Stiles asks as he checks where they’re going.

“Uh yeah. So um,” he sighs. “We just moved here this summer and well I’m still new enough that I have to use the GPS.”

Stiles chuckles and offers a reassuring smile. “It’s totally okay, Derek. I get it. It was like that for me too. I can help with the directions if need be.”

Derek relaxes, sighing in relief. “Thank you. I feel a bit embarrassed that I can’t get us to dinner without directions.”

“Don’t feel bad. Even if we get turned around, we'll just get to have an adventure.” He nods at Derek and gestures to the road. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Derek agrees as they pull away from the curb. “So how long have you lived here then?”

Stiles taps his fingers on his knee as he counts. “Ten years this December.”

“Wow. No wonder you are able to give me directions.”

“I love Charlottesville. I made it my mission to get acquainted with the town I’d be calling home.”

Derek smiles, taking a right at the stoplight. “Very pragmatic of you. I’ll have to get Cora to do that with me. Zeke wants to go to the museum that he saw on the map and well I had to google it because I didn’t even know there was one.”

Stiles coughs to hide his laugh. “Well, I can always be a tour guide if you need it.”

“I might take you up on that.”

They lapse into silence for a few minutes before resuming their relaxed conversation, going back and forth. 

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A half hour after leaving Stiles’s house they pull up to the restaurant and Derek lets the valet park his car. His hand finds the small of Stiles’s back automatically making both of them blush. They’re led to a booth, given menus and the waitress makes her way over.

“Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Marcy. Can I interest you in one of our fine wines this evening?”

Stiles bites his lip and after glancing at Derek shakes his head. “No thank you. I would just like a glass of water please?”

“Of course, sir. For you?” she asks, turning to Derek.

Derek hands the wine menu back to her. “Same.”

“I’ll have those out to you in a moment.”

She walks away and Derek brushes his fingers against Stiles’s hand who has his gaze averted. “Hey.”

Stiles looks up and blushes. “I’m sorry. I uh…” he trails off and clears his throat. “I drink wine but just not in public because I’m a lightweight,” he mumbles embarrassed. 

Derek chuckles and takes Stiles’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind. Plus, the less alcohol I imbibe, the more I’ll learn about you.”

“I’d think it would be the opposite,” Stiles replies, his nerves dissipating. 

“Perhaps. I'm sure that some might say that, but for me, I’m happy to forgo the wine. In fact, I'm of the opinion that you are finer than any wine ever could be.”

Stiles’s cheeks flush crimson. “Oh god. That was awfully cheesy,” he says and then grins. “I liked it.”

“Well, I like you,” Derek whispers with a gentle squeeze of Stiles’s hand.

The waitress returns with their waters, and they place their orders.

Dinner is amazing and they have a wonderful time. Derek is glad he asked Stiles out and Stiles is glad he said yes. He knows he’ll get a ‘you’re welcome’ from Erica and he’s grateful to her for this night.

#teen wolf #sterek #high on zipping into love #chapter 7 #stiles stilinski #derek hale #erica reyes #single parent stiles stilinski #single parent derek hale #first date #insecure stiles stilinski #human au

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✨ WIP Tag Game! ✨

If you’re tagged, make a new post (don’t reblog this one) and share 1–2 sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context— Let your followers guess via ask or reply!

Thank you for the tag, @hakunahistata!

Oh, and... these are not all Good Omens. So. Good luck! :D

WIP 1: 🛞

“How about this.” Crowley takes his hands, places one on his own wrist where he’s kneading gradually into Aziraphale’s shoulder, puts the other around the back of his neck like a leash. “You need me to slow down, you pull. Can you do that?” 

WIP 2: 🧛‍♂️

“Oh my lord. It’s because of him, isn’t it! I can’t believe you.”

“It isn’t! I just thought-”

“Take it off this instant. Do you want to be pulled up on this? The great saviour of the wizarding world, a closeted vampire racist.”

WIP 3: 🍎 🍐

Aziraphale still looks at him uncomfortably, like he’s stuck between deciding whether this is generic Crowley eccentricity or something more serious and possibly medical.

WIP 4: 🎤 🎶

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a firm endorser of the oldest trade on earth, but you – you’re something else.”

“Yes, well. Fortunately I no longer have to pretend to care what you think.” He’s brandishing the business card between two thin pale fingers. “What, have I wounded your delicate sensibilities?” 

WIP 5: 🐺

“Watch you don’t knock yourself out, darling. I sort of want you conscious for this.” 

“Why,” Stiles gasps out, chasing his breath as Peter pulls back a few inches, apparently in the interests of keeping Stiles lucid. “Why must you make it creepy.”

Ok that's a wrap! The others are barely legible notes :D

You've probably done this already, but if not – @mrscakeishere @ineffablyruined @paperclipninja you're up! 😚

#wip tag game #my fic

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey there, I'm looking for fics centered around and the aftermath of the episode Frayed? specifically Sterek...but not a hard shrug for other things, thanks in advance if you can help, the Hagalaz series does such an amazing take of this i was just wondering what else could be done

For sure, @dontgobrienmyheart!

Anchor by ughisaac (Shwatsonlocked)

(1/1 I 308 I General I Scisaac)

Isaac waits for news on Scott and has an epiphany afterward.

Visit(ation) by linksofmemories_archive

(1/1 I 2,734 I Teen I Sterek)

“Fuck you.”

That got a deep sigh from the man and a look of disappointment. He cupped Stiles’ face in his hand, running a thumb across his cheek in a way that Derek would do. Stiles tried to move away, but the combined force of the two Alphas was making him stay put.

“At least you have fire,” he said. “Now, Stiles, remind me. What time does your father get home?”

I'm Not Leaving by salvatorestjohn

(2/2 I 5,242 I General I Sciles)

Stiles can't stop himself from glancing at Scott once more, his eyes lingering as he tries to come up with another option if Allison can't thread the needle. He can tell that Scott's barely conscious at this point, having lost so much blood and just not caring if he heals. An idea crosses Stiles' mind and he can't believe he's actually about to do this. He swears that if Derek were alive, he would kill him for this.

You are my medicine by HopeSilverheart

(1/1 I 6,297 I General I Sterek)

Before he could even start moving, however, a loud clang echoed throughout the vehicle. A year ago, Stiles would have assumed an animal had knocked into him accidentally, but he had since learned that ‘animals’ in Beacon Hills were a lot rarer than werewolves and other insanely powerful beings. For a second, he thought about taking off without looking at what was going on outside, but whatever had run into the back of the jeep suddenly stumbled forwards and into his rear-view mirror and Stiles finally saw-

Derek.

Frantic and pained red eyes rose to meet his through the window, and Stiles slammed the door open before he could even thinking about being afraid.

Or: When Derek is injured after the fight with the Alpha Pack, he turns to Stiles first.

Better than him by Janie_17 

(5/? I 6,414 I Teen I Stanny)

Stiles and Danny are texting on the bus. But what if Stiles' interest wasn't driven by the supernatural? What if he was just jealous that he was with Ethan? slightly AU bc I cant write horror/action for love nor money.

Grounded by Welfycat

(1/1 I 7,352 I General I No Pairing)

When Isaac finally gave in and answered why he attacked Ethan, pausing with his lips open like he was weighing his words carefully, Melissa just hoped that something vaguely normal for a teenage boy in a world without werewolves would come from his mouth.

"Because he's a giant dick," Isaac said, the words breaking the impatient silence in the vice principal's office.

Close enough.

Two-Pack by lordtrayus

(37/37 I 306,109 I Teen I Sciles)

Derek has thrown Isaac out of his loft, and Isaac goes to the only other place he has someone he knows he can count on, Scott. Taking Isaac in, Scott and Isaac's relationship begins to change as they both come to grips with their new situation and their changing relationship as it moves beyond the realms of friendship and into something more. My first slash fic, and also the first fic I'm putting on this site so please enjoy!

#teen wolf #scisaac #no pairing #angst #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #isaac lahey #scott mccall #hurt/comfort #stanny #danny mahealani

[tin-wufborf]

You know what really grinds my gears? This strange idea that seems to exist in the Teen Wolf fandom that Scott being bitten is at all Stiles' fault, or that Stiles would somehow feel like it's his fault. I mostly see it in fic, obviously, where Stiles feels some sort of guilt or is blamed by Scott for somehow getting him bitten, but I call bullshit for two reasons:

1) I don't seem to remember the part of the episode where Stiles held a gun to Scott's head and forced him to come along for the fucking ride. In fact, I don't recall him even threatening Scott into coming. Shit, he barely even pressured him into coming along. It took very little for Scott to go from "but lacrosse tryouts tomorrow" to "can you walk a little slower bro" while traipsing around in the woods with Stiles. He even had the perfect out of he was that bothered when the Sheriff busted Stiles. If he was so bothered, he could have given himself up very easily, but he chose to hide instead and delve further into the fucking woods, alone, and he was bitten for his troubles.

2) I don't think Stiles has so little self esteem as to take responsibility for someone else's choices, especially when he didn't have to force someone into making a choice. In fact, I think the dude was actually for more self secure and self aware than people tend to give him credit for. Again, no matter how you slice it, Stiles didn't have to do anything more than entice Scott into coming along with him. What Scott did after that was entirely on Scott, especially after Stiles was carted off by his dad. I think Stiles is aware of that and wouldn't assume blame for Scott's part in his own biting.

Look, I get that the boys are supposed to be 16 and that we all assume that every teenager on the planet is so fucking insecure and self conscious that they could somehow misconstrue a friend getting hurt on an outing they invited them to as somehow being their fault, but I really don't think that Stiles is or was one of those kinds of teenagers. If anything, he was the kind of kid to constantly point out how little fault he had in any situation. Stiles is a smart, coniving little fucker sometimes, guys. He thrives on knowing exactly how much blame he carries in any given situation because he is often caught doing shit he shouldn't be. He knows what he has or has not done, and getting Scott bitten is not one of the things he has done.

#thoughts #my thoughts #a rant #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #I'm just saying guys

[laheysdork]

last night - stiles stilinski (college!au)

request: (x)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking and that’s it i think

a/n: anon did not request a college au but i think it fits so well with the plot sooo…. (if you cant tell i LOVE college aus) anyways i’m sorry this took me so long to write i’m pretty busy lately :(( but i hope you like it!!

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Grumbling from the throbbing ache pounding your head, you slowly become conscious from the slumber you were in. Your eyes are still glued shut, the pain not letting you do much. Knitting your eyebrows, you try to recall the prior events despite your hazy state.

But before you could come up with a lucid scenario of what actually happened, you are broken out by something shifting beside you. Like a jolt of electricity, a glimpse of memory from last night’s events come rushing back. You snap your eyes open and shoot your head to your side, too shocked to care about your worsening headache. 

There he is, Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, shirtless and wrapped in the same blankets you are under, purring quietly, deeply asleep. 

Wait, shirtless?!

Instantly, you slightly lift the blanket covering you, peeking underneath to see that you are also as bare as your best friend, confirming your assumptions. To your horror, you jumped out of the bed while cursing under your breath, not wanting to wake him up and confront him immediately. You stumble all over his dorm, trying to collect your clothes that are messily scattered from last night’s not-so-subtle steamy encounter. Zipping up the blue skirt that was wrinkled from all the drinking and partying from the night before, you zoom out of his dorm room, not even bothering to leave him any messages.

Shutting the door to your dorm, you let out a long huff from the very eventful morning, and night. Slumping on your bed, you rest your elbows on your knees before burying your head on your palms. 

What the hell happened last night? No, no, no, you did not just fucked your best friend drunk. 

Shaking your head, you keep on nagging yourself mentally, denying last night’s course of actions. 

This is why you shouldn’t drink too much, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your internal ramble is interrupted by the sound of your blaring alarm from your phone.

Oh fuck, you totally forgot about school. 

Recalling you have a lecture in about 30 minutes, you rush over to the bathroom to freshen up and look at least a little bit decent instead of looking like a girl who had just been freshly fucked by her best friend.

────── ˋ*✧₊∘

“I’ll see you next week.” Sounds of paper rustlings and shoes shuffling fill the vast hall, students dreading to get out and spend their well-deserved weekend.

Unlike the rest of them, you take your time, not having anything to look forward to. Instead, you do have someone to steer clear of. You know it is impossible to avoid him for the rest of the year, but as of right now, you are mentally incapable of facing him, especially after knowing what happened.

But why did it even happen in the first place? You swear your friendship is platonic. There are no hidden meanings, right? 

A hint of doubt starts to surface within you, your certain notion become dubious. Currently, you can’t trust your subconscious, last night’s events proving your beliefs to be wrong. 

Do you see him that way? Romantically?

The thought of that made you scrunch in disgust. Not that you think Stiles is unattractive, rather the opposite actually, but it has been a long while since you’ve had a romantic interest, the unforeseen attraction feeling very foreign for you. 

And if that is not bad enough, this is Stiles you’re talking about. The person you geek out with about your Star Wars obsession, the person who always irks you with his jitters, the person you shamelessly lash out to when you’re having a shitty day, your best friend, Stiles.

Mentally slapping your forehead with your palm, you think of the worst-case scenario. 

What if he doesn’t see you that way? But if he doesn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t have slept with you. But he was drunk too, right? It might have just been the alcohol. 

Concluding your spiraling thoughts, you are even more determined to avoid him, saving yourself from more heartbreak and embarrassment. After intentionally extending your time in the lecture hall, you finally run out of things to clean up. Swinging your tote bag over your shoulders, you exit the now quiet hall, absent of students.

“Y/N!” As you are walking to the on-campus café, you hear Allison’s call, turning around to meet her figure approaching you. You halt in your tracks, letting her catch up to you.

“Hey! I’m gonna go grab some coffee. You wanna come?” you invite her as she beams, linking her arms with yours gleefully.

“Sure!”

Pushing the glass doors open, the little bell on top of the door ring, subtly declaring your presence to the rest of the café. The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee with a hint of vanilla gushes over your senses. Light chatters and cutleries clanking together can be heard around the room, the café being more crowded than usual, taking notice that today is Friday.

After ordering yourself an americano, needing a stronger caffeine instead of your usual macchiato, and a latte for Allison, you scoot over to the waiting counter.

“Since it’s finally Friday, Lydia’s throwing another party. We’re going,” she insists.

The thought of having to attend another party where the probability of you getting drunk and do something stupid is not zero haunts you.

“I’m sorry, Allie.” Your little smile drop to a frown which do not go unnoticed by Allison.

“Oh my, did something happened last night?” Before you can answer her query, the barista call your name, handing you your respective orders. Picking some straws, you head to one of the empty tables with Allison, settling yourself down.

Stabbing the straw on the cup, she sips her latte while looking up at you with doe-eyes, anticipating the explanation to your refusal.

“I woke up on Stiles’ bed this morning,” you blurt out which causes her to slightly choke on her coffee. Her mouth is agape, coming up with a reasonable interpretation of the situation.

“Well, you guys did sleepovers sometimes right-“

“Naked,” you deadpan.

“Okay.” Her lips form a line as she continues to fumble with the cup in her hand. “But do you like him?”

And there it is, the million-dollar question. 

“That’s the thing, Al. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” You tell her the truth, not really seeing the point in lying to your best friend as you begin slurp your coffee. “I mean, he’s Stiles. He’s fidgety and awkward and sarcastic and mean sometimes,” you trail off, a little lost in your head as you dig up memories of him.

“But sometimes he can also be warm and caring, like last semester when we went to that carnival and a little kid got separated from his parents. He bought him a lollipop to cheer him up and refused to leave his side until his parents came to pick him up.” You chuckle lightly at the recollection of Stiles holding the boy’s hand as he entertained him, showing him around the booths and going on rides with him.  

“Or that time we stayed at Lydia’s lake house and I was freezing because I forgot to bring my sweater. Stiles lent me his one and only hoodie despite also feeling cold himself.” You don’t realize you were smiling like a fool before Allison broke you from your little bubble with an cunning giggle.  

“Y/N, I’m sorry to break it to you but, you are into him, deep,” she sneers. 

“Really?”

“God, you are so oblivious!” she retorts jokingly.

“Shit. Do you think he feels the same way?” you question rhetorically, feeling a little more worried after finally acknowledging your feelings. 

“Y/N, that is a known fact and I was never wrong, right?” You laugh at her jest, knowing that she is almost always right. 

“Let’s just go to the party and get your head off him for tonight, okay?” she negotiates.

“But Stiles-“

“I heard he has a group meeting later. So I can guarantee you the party tonight will be a Stiles-free zone.” 

Okay, you have to admit that now her suggestion sounds very appealing. 

“Fine,” you give in as she squeals, still inexplicably enthusiastic for a girl's night out despite having one not more than 24 hours ago. 

Dropping your bag on your chair, you drag your feet to your bed, lying lifelessly on top of it while you think about the long night ahead of you. To distract your active mind, you occupy yourself with your productive tasks, organizing your untidy room and reviewing your notes from earlier. 

Hours have passed by the time you notice it’s starting to get dark. You look at the clock, 6.30 P.M. Remembering that Allison will be picking you up in an hour, you start to get ready. 

First on the list, you curl your hair in an attempt to tone down your frizzy and messy locks from the day. Then you put on a light make-up and some eyeliner to look the occasion. Finishing up, you slip on your white sleeveless preppy dress, pairing it with a cropped denim jacket, expecting the night to get a little chilly.

Checking the time one last time, you grab your purse before exiting your dorm, heading downstairs. As expected, you spot Allison’s black sedan waiting for you, the windows rolled down revealing the driver. 

The moment you step out of the building, her face light up, waving at you to which you returned. You have no idea how she manages to be a ray of sunshine all the time. Right as you slam the door of her car shut, she take off with a grin, looking forward to the thrilling night to come.

The car pulls up in front of the familiar lake house, the usually serene and vacant building you’ve visited a few times now filled with students who are trying to free themselves from the dread of the week. 

As you push the door open, overlapped conversations which are dampened by the loud blaring music deafen your ears. The party is more packed than yesterday, students crowding every section of the house. You notice most of them are holding a red cup in their hand as they travel around the house. Some are clustered together in a corner playing spin the bottle, some are jumping eagerly playing beer pong, some are out near the pool enjoying the fresh air, all of them looking like they’re having a wonderful time. 

The familiar setting engulfing you force glimpses of yesterday’s party to pop up in your head causing you to feel giddy. Aware of your unnerved state, Allison rests her palms on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Let’s go grab some drinks. Non-alcoholic this time.” You giggle at her ironic reference as she clutches on your wrist, guiding you through the crowds to find the counter where they’re serving the drinks.

About ten minutes have passed, both you and Allison roam around the house, meeting some classmates and having small talks. Midway, you notice Allison eyeing Scott who is chatting across the room.

“Why don’t you make a move on him?” You nudge her sides which startles her.  

“I don’t know, Y/N..,” she trails off, feeling discouraged.

“Al, I swear you better stop playing dumb, get your ass over there, and win him over,” you aggressively demand as she chuckles. 

“You sure? Will you be okay alone?” she questions, wanting to make sure you are completely fine especially knowing your current stance. 

“It’s okay. I’ll probably meet Lydia somewhere.” You shrug her concern off despite being quite reluctant. 

She hesitates for a second before complying, leaving you alone as she approaches the Hispanic boy. 

After the departure of your companion, you decide to refill the empty cup in your hand, not having anything on your agenda. But as you pass the hall near the front of the house, the door swings open, revealing the brunette you have been evading all day long.

The sight of Stiles immediately causes you to freeze, his unexpected presence catching you off guard. He is wearing a burgundy knitted sweater with blue jeans which fit his body perfectly. Having seen what’s under, you’re now finally able to fully pinpoint and appreciate all the muscles you had overlooked these past years. If you weren’t so scared of your unreciprocated feelings, you would have asked him to fuck you again-

Wait, what? You did not just drool over him, Y/N.

Shaking yourself from your audacious explicit thoughts, you swiftly spin on your heels, fleeting away as far as possible. 

Not gonna lie, you are pretty proud at how quickly you took action, fleeing the scene before he can notice you, or so you thought.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you leaving, his heart sinking from the thought that you are avoiding him. He wants to give you some space to process what happened the previous night, but he doesn’t expect you to be this dismissive. 

He follows you a few meters behind, keeping the distance so you won’t feel pressured. He stops the moment you reach the poolside, sitting on one of the chaise lounges. With furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, you are scanning for Lydia, but even more for Stiles, being extra alert as to not bump into him.

For now, you’re pretty positive you’re in the clear as you let out a relieved sigh.

Stiles-free zone your ass. Allison owes you one for this. 

Just as you think you can have a second of unbothered tranquility, you feel the seat beside you sank, causing you to flinch a little.

Turning your head, your eyes met the intoxicating honey orbs you know too well. Once again, you go completely rigid, unable to process the sudden encounter. 

“Hey,” he greets softly, picking up your uneasy state.

“Hi,” you reply shortly, your brain not really cooperating with you right now.

Your short reply only prompts an awkward silence, none of you dare to speak a word. You are not sure what to do, fumbling with your hands while looking away to the crowd. All you can think about is coming up with a quick and fool-proof escape plan.

“Y/N-“ Just as he starts, a promising idea pops into your head. 

“Sorry, I have to go refill my drink. I’m thirsty.” You lift and shake the light cup you forget you’re holding, indicating that it’s empty.

“I can do it for you,” he volunteers but you quickly stand up, straightening the wrinkled fabric of your white dress.

“No thanks. I’ll see you around.” Feeling you are being a bit too pushy, you decide to slip in a small smile as you proceed inside without waiting for his reply.

Finish pouring the beer into your cup, needing some liquid courage to continue the night after your previous confrontation, you secure the bottle on the counter before turning around with your cup full in your right hand. You are too caught up with your mind, thinking about Stiles that you don’t realize he was behind you.

Your right elbow crashes into his accidentally causing the cup in your hand to be knocked over, the golden alcoholic drink spills all over your white dress and the floor. At the cold feeling of the liquid drenching the material on your body, you curse under your breath. 

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry-“ Eyes wide, Stiles instantly step over to help you. But what he doesn’t expect is his intentions only caused more trouble. Stepping on the puddle of beer, he slips and topple you down with him to the floor. You feel your backside come into harsh contact with the greasy and sticky tiles as you scrunch your face in both disgust and pain. 

But your sour expression is soon erased as you realize your current position. Stiles is on top of you, his face only inches away from yours, which could have been way closer if it weren’t for his arms that are holding his body up.

For the nth time of the night, you’re paralyzed once again, your body stiffening under him. You hold your breath back and do not move a single muscle like a corpse.

Thankfully, or not, Stiles shuffles on his feet and swiftly got up as you let out a breath of relief before doing the same. 

Pulling your scrunched-up dress down, you gaze away from Stiles.

“I have to clean up,” you whisper, unsure whether Stiles heard it or not but you couldn’t care less as you rush upstairs where the bathroom is.

As you reach the second floor of the house where it’s quieter, fewer students roaming around the place, you can finally hear Stiles calling you from behind. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to-“ He apologize but you turn to him, cutting him off.

“Stop. Just, stop talking. Let me clean myself up first,” you snap. “Okay,” he breathes, feeling intimidated like a little puppy who just got scolded as you enter the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

Staring at the mirror, you let out a long exhausted puff. You agreed to go to the party to forget about your feelings for Stiles but the universe seems to be purposely doing the opposite, throwing you under the bus instead. 

Turning the tap, clean water run down your finger as you clean them from the icky grime that is sticking on your skin. You also wet some tissues to clean up the mess on your dress. But after trying to rub it off for quite a while, you give up since it doesn’t seem to budge.

Swinging the door open, Stiles figure leaning on the wall opposite the bathroom come into your view. Noticing your presence, he shifts his weight back on his feet, standing steadily as you approach him, tired of running away from him and stalling the inevitable.

“Would you maybe like to go home instead? I can take you,” he mumbles, both of his hands tuck in his jeans’ pocket. Hearing his offer, the thought of being back in the comfort of your dorm seems too favorable to reject.

“Sure, okay. That sounds good actually,” you nod, observing that his little pout turns into a small smile from your agreement. 

────── ˋ*✧₊∘

The drive back overall was awfully quiet, Stiles usual talkative self was somehow silenced. Pulling up in your dorm’s parking lot which is emptier than most days due to the party, you can only sit still, wanting to both leave and stay at the same time.  

“Stiles, about last night-“

“Y/N, about last night-“

The two of you broke into light chuckles from the overlap. 

“Sorry, you go first,” you apologize and let him do the talking first since he had been trying to the whole day. 

“Well, I’m just- I don’t know what’s going to happen to us after last night,” he stammers, darting his eyes down while scratching the back of his head.

His statement gives you an ambivalent feeling, uncertain if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. But for your poor heart’s sake, you go with the worst. Hope just costs too much and you can’t afford it.

“Oh, it’s okay. I mean you were drunk, you made a mistake and you regret it-”

“Wait, what? No. I don’t regret it, Y/N.” His eyes that were away from you immediately stare into yours deeply. 

“You don’t?”

“I like you, Y/N. A lot. It’s weird but I think I have liked you for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it.” 

“Oh,” you mutter, his confession making you go speechless. Even though you’ve heard Allison’s prediction which turns out to be right, it is still a lot to process your best friend confessing his feelings to you. 

“Really, Y/N? I confessed my feelings out loud and that’s all you’re gonna give me?” he retorts jokingly to lighten the mood which succeeds since you are laughing.

“I like you too. I guess I just didn’t really realize it until yesterday and I kind of freaked out a little,” you finally admit the one fact you have been shoving away all day. “So does this mean we’re dating?” he questions.

“Ask me out properly first you asshole,” you snark as he snickers.

“Okay then. Y/N Y/L/N. Would you go out with me?” 

“No,” you answer, holding back a grin that’s starting to creep up your face. 

“Shut up, I know you do.” 

With his newfound confidence and cockiness, which you totally dig, he brings his palm to the side of your face, cupping it as he leaned in. His lips press onto yours perfectly and you swear your stomach flipped. Almost immediately, you melt under him as he takes control, guiding you through the kiss. As he tilts his head to gain more access, his other hand rested on your thigh, caressing it soothingly but also sensually. At first, the kiss was passionate, gentle and intimate, but the longer your lips touch, the more hungry you two become. The innocent kiss that was full of love quickly shifted into a hot and steamy make-out session, overflowing with lust. Knowing where this is going and also needing to catch some breath, you pull away from Stiles, heaving heavily.

“Why don’t we continue inside?” you suggest through your pants causing Stiles to smirk.

“Oh God, you’re perfect.”

Seems like last night’s about to repeat itself again. 

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[udunie]

(anon submission)

Waxing poetic on the subject of parasitic mind control fuckery:

Shift some things around in canon such that Claudia was the one who betrayed the Nogitsune, not Kira’s mom, and never told anyone about it or her being a kitsune. She dies when Stiles is young, leaving Stiles and the Sheriff (call ‘im John lol) totally unawares. Stiles still sacrifices himself to save his dad and it still puts a crack in his soul for the Nogitsune to slip into. The Nogitsune is thrilled to discover that Stiles is the son of its betrayer, wide-open and unprotected against any retaliation it wishes

The Nogitsune can control Stiles utterly: all his movements, his words, his speech, his very thoughts, how conscious he is, how much he feels, etc. It knows all his thoughts and memories and experiences, and can access Stiles’ as-yet untapped kitsune powers

It doesn’t reveal itself to Stiles immediately, instead exploring its control by making Stiles the school slut oh-so-subtly. Stiles doesn’t really understand *why* he’s making the choices he is, but he keeps finding himself on his knees behind the bleachers (and in the locker room and in the janitor’s closet and in the bathroom and…), so obviously he’s working through some shit? Probably all those near-death experiences? The Nogitsune is highly amused by the knots Stiles’ brain twists itself into just to justify why Stiles actually wants something he has no control over

When it chooses to reveal itself to Stiles it does so mercilessly and with no warning - as Stiles is falling asleep one night it manifests its illusory form (less illusory for Stiles, its host and energy source) and informs him in detail how he now belongs, body and soul, to it, backed up by an entire night of brutal fucking. It holds Stiles’ body still and keeps his breathing even through it all - the first unstretched, unlubricated penetration, every time it comes, every time it coaxes Stiles into coming as well. Stiles is too fucked-out and horrified (the maelstrom of negativity is like icing for the Nogitsune) to notice until later that his sheets are merely sweat-soaked (the Nogitsune allowed that, if not any movement) and not cum-soaked, while his ass drips very real cum the next day

After that, Stiles’ every waking moment is a living hell of suspense and apprehension - the Nogitsune allows him to act only within the strict confines of his normal routines, school and home and scrolling the internet, though it pulls him back from his friends. He can barely tell the difference between his actions and the Nogitsune’s, even now that he knows it is there, even when it makes him do things like break into a local sex shop and steal a bunch of things (all the things he has the worst reactions to, it feels like, and he’s right)

The Nogitsune tells him he needs to work on his gag reflex and blowjob skills, and Stiles finds himself locked in the bathroom watching himself in the mirror as he thrusts a long, veined dildo down his throat and holds it while he chokes and chokes and chokes until his vision starts to go grey. The Nogitsune lets him throw himself at the toilet to vomit, but as soon as he’s done he’s back at the mirror, dildo in his throat again, rinse and repeat and repeat and *repeat*

(Little note - as the Nogitsune adds torments, it does not let the old ones fall away - Stiles’ life gets increasingly hellish, as he keeps accepting any classmate’s ask for sex and keeps training his mouth every night like clockwork, etc)

It takes a weekend to make Stiles milk himself past dry and into sobbing oh-god-please-anything just stop stop stop (it takes some creative twisting of Stiles’ body to get there, but they manage), after which it has him ice his cock and balls for twenty minutes before locking them away in the studded cock cage Stiles has not-picked weeks earlier. It has a key, but the Nogitsune only leaves the knowledge of the key with Stiles, not where it is - it amuses itself by letting him look as much as he likes

It tells Stiles he’s too pretty to be giving it away for free (even though that’s still very much happening at school), so it takes them a few towns over and prostitutes Stiles out to the kind of customer who ask for a little rough and it gives Stiles his body back just in time for him to be raped by the man he was just negotiating with. Stiles can’t handle this to the point that he begs the Nogitsune to let him sleep through it - so the Nogitsune quite mercifully does. Only the next morning Stiles wakes up in a dirty truck stop bathroom and the Nogitsune is like 'ah good you’re awake I’ve been saving this for you’ and Stiles vomits SO much cum and used condoms up, and his ass feels like it’s been turned inside out and it’s just GUSHING cum and piss. When he’s done, the Nogitsune pulls his clothes out of nowhere and walks him home, which takes hours where Stiles is covered in a layer of slowly-drying come and piss and who-knows-what

One weekend it wakes Stiles up late at night and sneaks him out to the police station where they break into the K9 kennels and the Nogitsune greets all the dogs by name and lets them lick Stiles all over, as deep into his mouth as they want, before stripping down and letting them fuck Stiles’ mouth and ass until they’re all spent (it smeared Stiles’ mouth with bitch-heat hormones before entering, but it doesn’t let Stiles remember that, just that the dogs were willing and eager to fuck him). Stiles hates this so much the Nogitsune makes it a regular occurence, and makes sure Stiles’ body enjoys itself

One night they get home and Stiles’ dad is drunk and asleep in his chair and the Nogitsune purrs in Stiles’ ear and makes him kneel between John’s knees and nuzzle and lick at his dick, swallow it down, hold it in his mouth - and the Nogitsune only has to nudge John a little for him to piss down Stiles throat while it holds Stiles fast against his dad and makes him drink

(The Nogitsune slowly manipulates Stiles into a relationship with his dad, and it takes so little and Stiles looks so much like his mom - it laughs wildly in Stiles’ head the day his dad comes home red-faced with the K9 dogs and says it’s okay since it clearly makes Stiles so happy, but maybe ask and do it at home, and he’s deleted the records, and makes Stiles oh-so-shyly thank his dad and ask if he wants to watch, wants sloppy sixths)

Every time Stiles feels like he has hit rock bottom and can go no further into depravity, the Nogitsune pulls something else out - puts a regular order in for bull semen and makes Stiles drink a gallon of it a day (not its problem if Stiles can’t eat anything else, so full of come), walks Stiles out into the Preserve and has him fill his ass with river rocks and makes him walk home without losing any (when he fails, the Nogitsune doesn’t let Stiles go to the bathroom for three days, by the end of which Stiles cannot even get out of bed)

Eventually Stiles kitsune powers will mature, at which point the Nogitsune will take his body for his own - but until then, it will slowly break Stiles down into little tiny kin-betrayer pieces Basically anything that does not permanently damage or alter Stiles’ body goes in this au!

The Nogitsune is gonna steal his body, but his brain is fair game =D

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Udunie:

Holy fuck, nonnie dearest, you’ve outdone yourself. This is like, a whole fucking thing and I enjoyed every word of it *_____________________*

Just. the psychological terror of letting Stiles back into his body only for the WORST parts of fucks (the best parts lol) is *chef’s kiss*

Aaaaaaah I love this. I have... nothing to add, this is excellent :D

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Not A Silent Night

“What the fuck.” Summarises Derek’s morning. Dream? No, he’s fairly sure you can’t get a headache in a dream - and there was also the fact that his dreams wouldn’t start here anyway.

Usually his dreams started just as things got more heated - he kind of liked this change in scenery. But this wasn't a dream, and the reality was here; cocooned in a pile of tangled blankets (seriously, what did he do last night?) coated in some sticky substance – which he found was wine (Derek didn’t even drink wine, what the hell?) and engaging in a staring contest of the ages with Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles Stilinski, recent graduate from Berkley (“top of my class, suckers”). Stiles Stilinski, resident pack researcher and Spark in training. That Stiles Stilinski. Who was in his bed. Derek must still be groggy from the hangover considering he hadn’t yet properly had a mental breakdown at Stiles being in his bed. Or maybe it was because he was already having that breakdown. Either way, Derek kept his body frozen - because he was undeniably naked under the sheets.

“Oh my god” Derek would have said something snarky to this, at finally seeing Stiles speechless (a myth that has never been proven until today, and no one would believe him) - at least Stiles was doing better than Derek.

“Oh my god” Stiles repeats. Derek tentatively nodded his head in agreement. It would have been almost funny, the way they rolled onto their backs in unison, if they weren't engaged in a waiting game of who could get their mental faculties back first and break the ice.

“Dude we totally boned.” Stiles didn’t even look bothered by that statement, while Derek was startled into a coughing fit.

“You don’t know that.” Derek managed to cough out. Why would Stiles’ mind go straight to the least likely option? At least it worked on getting them to appear normal.

“We’re both thinking it.” Stiles retorted. Derek wanted to say that no, they weren't both thinking it, because Derek had common sense and supernatural senses. He'd know if it smelt of sex, semen and arousal. Derek really wanted to point out why that would be Stiles' first explanation. “Why else would we be naked in bed together?”

Well...Stiles had a point there. But Derek focused more on the fact that it didn’t even occur to him that Stiles might be naked under the sheets too – and now he couldn’t get the thought of a bare mole dotted arm inches away from his own out of his head.

Derek grunted - which suited as enough of an agreement to Stiles’ assessment to placate him. Mostly, Derek was trying to ignore the heat blazing up his side.

“Okay so how is this going to work?” Derek had absolutely no clue as to what Stiles was referring to, and he told him as much. “How is what going to work?” Stiles only offered him an exasperated look which didn’t belong anywhere on Stiles’ face.

“Well, I don’t see any clothes around and unless werewolves have superspeed like the Flash that I don’t know about, then we’re sitting ducks. Naked sitting ducks ” Stiles felt the need to add on. Derek couldn't exactly tell him that was stupid, since they were sitting ducks (yes, Stiles, naked sitting ducks.) Derek clutched the sheets tighter.

“We can close our eyes.” Stiles provided but Derek didn’t believe for a second that Stiles actually would. It wasn't like Derek hadn't spent the last week carefully monitoring Stiles around his house when he inevitably went looking for his Christmas presents. That had led to some embarrassing moments that Derek would rather not mention.

“Can’t you use your Spark to move the dresser closer.” Not his best suggestion, but how hard could it really be to drag the dresser within arm’s reach? With the power of belief or whatever Stiles said anchored his spark.

“Are you being serious? Like for real, ‘can’t you drag the dresser closer’. This isn’t Harry Potter Derek, I can’t just Accio clothes over here with a flick of my wand-” Or maybe not. “-besides we’re both adults. I’ve seen my fair share of dicks of all colours and sizes – locker rooms are not inclusive to the self-conscious believe it or not – and I know you were on the basketball team in school so you’ve been in the shared showers.” Derek was unabashedly gaping.

“No.” Stiles pouted. “Come on Derek, stop being childish” Stiles said as he sported a wolfish grin to put the actual werewolves to shame. Derek didn't trust that grin.

“No.” Derek didn't falter.

Stiles slumped with a dramatic sigh like Derek was the one being irrational.

“Fine I’ll go first.” Stiles stood with an over exaggerated stretch, showing off the winking dimples in his lower back and the lean muscles from years of running with the supernatural. Despite that display, Derek didn’t fail to notice the smirk that screamed of trouble Stiles threw over his shoulder before sauntering into the bathroom.

“Hey, can I borrow a toothbrush?” Borrow a what?

“What?” Stiles stuck his head out of the bathroom door - only his head, thankfully - the top one.

“Toothbrush?” Stiles sounded way too pleased with himself. “Under the sink.” Derek at least sounded more in control than he actually was.

Derek took Stiles’ absence as a ticking timer to find a pair of boxers – not briefs, definitely not briefs – that would hide his half hard cock. Derek resolutely ignored the way his mind said that Stiles won that round, and his claws that echoed it by almost making an appearance; but Derek did manage to have clothes on before Stiles appeared leaning against the bathroom door. (He counted that as a small victory)

Leaning was a strong word to use for what Stiles was doing – it was more like watching an accident waiting to happen with the way Stiles slowly tipped sideways and slipped away from the doorframe. Derek pretended to ignore the awkward stumble before Stiles caught himself. Although he probably shouldn't have, for the hell Stiles had given him so early in the morning.

“Boxers, really? I thought you were more of a briefs kind of guy” Stiles tried to pull off the cocky tone. Instead he ended up sounding like Jackson - Derek didn't mention that for his own safety.

“How’d you guess?” Derek mustered up Stiles level of sarcasm.

“Your ass deserves the best” Stiles shrugged like it was nothing new. “Also, your laundry basket is full of them.” His...laundry basket?

“What?” Somehow Derek failed to notice that Stiles was not standing in the nude but was sporting a pair of loose briefs that were undeniably Derek’s. Derek didn't know how to feel about Stiles scrummaging through his laundry (lie, he almost puffed out his chest in pleasure)

“Take. Them. Off.” Derek tried to intimidate Stiles but he still looked far too pleased with himself, like Derek was playing into his long, beautiful - stop it - hands.

“Well...because you asked.” That should have been Derek's cue, seeing as Stiles doesn't do things when asked. Agonizingly slow, Stiles leisurely pulled down the elastic band - until Derek could see the barest hint of dark curls.

“Stop!” Derek growled, Stiles paused. Derek ignored the sound of the elastic hitting Stiles' skin. “Why are you even wearing my briefs in the first place?” Derek tried to sound judgmental, but only came off as desperate.

“Well, I figured since we most likely had sex you wouldn’t mind me borrowing your underwear. Also, I needed something to wear unless you want to see the full package.” Stiles saucily winked.

“We didn't even have sex, Stiles” Derek was at the point where he had to stress Stiles’ name. If only he could manage to tell Stiles exactly why Derek knew they hadn't had sex.

“Well either we didn’t have sex or you did it wrong because I don’t feel any different.” Stiles sounded disappointed by that – at which part Derek didn’t know. Derek was only mildly offended, knowing it's intention was to hit his pride.

“Who says I’d be fucking you?” Derek finds himself asking anyway. Derek has to force himself not to do something stupid at the aroused scent Stiles give of on that.  

“Really?” Derek raised his eyebrows, what Stiles calls judgmental face number 4. He didn't even want to know what differentiated numbers 1, 2 and 3.

Stiles had the audacity to look offended “Are you shaming me? Seriously, I am a young, sexually mature-“

“You’re twenty-four” Derek deadpanned. “And sexually mature is pushing it.”

“-and honestly, what were you expecting?” Stiles carried on like Derek hadn’t said anything – nothing new there. “It’s not like you aren’t hot like burning and have an ass like a hockey player, obviously that’s going to make me thing of R rated things.” Stiles used his hands to accentuate his point for him. What point? Derek couldn’t remember anymore. “If we actually did the dirty and I don’t remember it I am going to be so pissed.” Stiles sounded like that might actually be true. Derek couldn't figure out why.

“Did the dirty?” Derek felt the need to point this out, in hopes that Stiles would stop.

It worked, mostly – and Derek was left to blatantly stare at the flushing neck as it flexed and gulped. Damn him. If Erica were here she would laugh right in his face. And then take a picture - or lock them in the room. Or both. Derek can’t truthfully say he would mind.  

“It’s not like there’s any evidence that we did have sex” Derek pointed out to break the second staring contest of the day. (Derek won: Stiles - 3, Derek - 2.)

“I agree” There was something wrong with that sentence coming out of Stiles' mouth. “I mean I feel pretty satisfied and achy after sex so that means we didn’t have sex or we did and it was unsatisfying”  Derek took that as the challenge Stiles wanted it to be.

He barely resisted the urge to growl – especially when Stiles looked so satisfied with himself. Derek wanted to pummel the little shit - and then maybe kiss, lick and bite him.

“Well, there’s only one way to know for sure.” Derek wasn’t about to let Stiles win. Their relationship relied on banter as it was, what's wrong with adding something a bit more intimate to it.

“What?” Stiles looked nervous now, and his gulp was audible from across the room. Derek barely hid his grin. "Scent."  

“If all you need to do is have a sniff of the room, why haven’t you yet?” Stiles sounded dubious.

“Scent is greater taken from a human than from objects” A complete lie that Derek had plucked from a completely bullshit website of werewolf 'facts'. But Stiles wouldn't know that considering his ability to tell if a website was fake almost immediately.

“Sniff yourself.” Stiles thought that was an acceptable solution. Derek didn't even know where to begin explaining how stupid that was so instead he parroted Stiles' words from earlier.

“Now who’s the one being childish?” Derek didn’t wait for Stiles' rant and just stuck his nose in the curvature Stiles’ neck. “Not fair, dude” Was the only thing Stiles could say - what wasn’t fair was how intoxicating Stiles’ smell had become. The arousal had heighted everything that was Stiles. Derek couldn't resist nipping at the skin.

“Dude did you bite me?” Stiles actually sounded offended about this – like he hadn’t made every joke about werewolves and biting in bed. It was just a nip anyway.

“Stop calling me dude.” Derek didn’t know why he tried - except to test if he could still say words. It wasn’t like it worked the other three hundred times. Derek braved a taste. Derek was more than a little smug that Stiles was too worked up to manage an 'ew' at Derek licking him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working. Oh my god” Stiles didn't even try to hide his arousal, practically melting against Derek's chest. Derek continued to be smug about that for all of two seconds before Stiles’ hips shifted forward. Derek ignored the feel of Stiles' erection against his - in favour of panicking because Stiles had definitely felt his.

“Dude do you have a boner?” Stiles had an excited tilt to his voice that made Derek want to smother himself in Stiles' neck. Instead he took the still and silent approach.

“Can I help you with that? I really want to help you with that.” Stiles sounded way past want. Jesus Christ. Derek lifted his head to be on the receiving end of Stiles’ innocent face. Stiles wasn't getting out of this one now that he had felt exactly how Derek was feeling.

“Don’t say that and feign innocence.” Derek crossed his arms - which only made Stiles drool.  

“Maybe we could ignore that? For the sake of dignity please.” Stiles actually tried that - like Derek was going to let this go at the matter of dignity. Derek snorted. What dignity?

“No. Why did you offer to do...that?" Derek tried to articulate his point like Stiles - with full exaggeration of his arms. Derek could admit he and Stiles had grown closer from bashing each other's heads into steering wheels but that was one thing - offering to suck his dick was another.  

“Come on Derek, don’t pretend you don’t know about my giant heart boner for you. Please can we just forget this happened.” Stiles waved it off like it was old news. Derek should maybe start paying more attention to the news, if he misses stuff like this. He mouthed the words heart boner – part in amazement at Stiles’ refined vocabulary and well...He didn’t want to acknowledge the other part.

“Does heart boner-” Jesus Christ “-mean what I think it means?” Derek really hoped it did, it probably showed in his voice too - because Derek was just that far gone at the chance he could have this.

“Well, if you think heart boner means that I’m literally in love with you and want to do all the romantic shit with you but also want you writhing beneath me, then yes, it is what you think it means. But the writhing beneath me part is mostly from my actual boner. You can shut me up now...any time.” Derek never wanted to. He wanted the rambles and random rants about inconsequential shit that Derek will never think of again, even at 3 in the morning after fighting off a chimera.

“I do as well. Have a heart boner. For you.” Derek was really about to let that be their love confession story - and he told Stiles as much.

“I can’t believe that’s going to be our love confession story.” It was ridiculous and stupid, but it suited them.

“As long as we don’t tell Erica, we’ll be fine. Or Lydia, otherwise she’ll hold the fact that her parties had a large part in us getting together for the rest of our lives.” Derek didn't even want to think of the pack right now - they were going to be absolutely unbearable for three weeks at a minimum - what he really wanted to do was smother Stiles’ infectious grin. With his face.

“We are getting together right?” Derek shut Stiles up with a kiss instead - he could do that now, and with a lot of other things.

“Now, what did you say about having me writhing beneath you?” Derek didn't care if this was considered going to fast, not when the room was clouding his head with the smell of their arousal.

“Oh god, how can you switch from cute to sexy in under a second. You’re killing me.” Stiles flailed and stumbled out of Derek’s brief with his usual ungracefulness - he teetered at the edge of the bed on one foot, yanking the briefs down his calves where they had somehow gotten tangled. Derek found it endearing – and he didn't want to know what that said about his type.

Derek tried to resist, truly – but in the end he failed. He nudged Stiles’ shoulder where he was still yanking the briefs enough that they probably wouldn't even fit Derek anymore, and watched the balance tip. Stiles yelped as he bounced face first on the bed with his ass in the air. That was an added bonus, and was Derek's cue to take off his own boxers.

“Rude” Stiles huffed, muffled by the pillow – but he still rolled over and spread his arms. “Come here so we can do the dirty.”

Derek huffed as he fell into the warmth. He can’t believe he has a heart boner for this idiot.

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(Un)Requited  -   I.L    IV

Summary: Isaac Lahey had gone through many twists and turns in his life, but none of them compared to the whiplash he got when you asked him to tutor you. With a few weeks until the end of the semester and the big dance coming up, he’s hoping to figure out a way to ask you to go with him before it’s too late.

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Word-count: 3.4k+

A/N: i’m still working on the last part of this fic so i’ll probably only update again in a week or two!! sorry guys 💕

Things between you and Isaac had been weird ever since he walked away from you that day on the lacrosse field. His jokes were delivered a little more awkwardly, your laughter was a few seconds shorter, and whenever it felt like the tension was starting to dissipate, your phone would light up and Stiles’ name would be on your screen. Isaac hated it. 

He hated the anger he carried around in his chest all the time. He hated how jealous he was of Stiles. Most of all, he hated that his relationship with you was fucked because he couldn’t get over a stupid crush. Sure, it was a crush he’d had since he was ten, but it was just a crush. He shouldn’t have let it, for lack of a better word, crush him like this. 

Isaac was busy shoving some books into his overpopulated locker when he felt a very familiar tap on his shoulder. 

When he turned, you were beaming at him with such warmth and familiarity that Isaac forgot that things were weird between you for a second. “Guess what.” Your voice barely contained your excitement.  

“Greenberg walked into a locker again?” Isaac asked, deliberately stalling to keep you around him a bit longer.

You laughed and shoved his arm playfully. “No, silly.” You made the booklet of paper in your hands dance and pressed it into his hands. Your hands were cool to the touch. Probably guessing that he was paying more attention to the physical contact than whatever was on the paper, you pointed to the top  corner of the page and said, “Look!”

Isaac repressed a laugh but he still smiled at you before looking down at the paper. It was an algebra test with a B+ in big, red block letters and an extra credit assignment with a perfect score. “No way!” Isaac grinned and pulled you into a hug. “See, I told you that you could do it!”

Your arms wrapped around his waist and you laughed into his chest. Slowly, you looked up at him and tapped his chest lightly. “Yeah, but I never could have done it without you,” you said.  

For a moment, it was like the whole world slowed down, leaving you and Isaac alone in the quiet hallway. Isaac almost could have sworn your heart was beating as fast as his was, but that wouldn’t make any sense. There was no reason for your heart to beat faster because of Isaac.

But Stiles showed up before Isaac had a chance to figure out why your heart was beating like that and you pulled away. 

“Hey.” He drew the word out in that annoying voice of his. Stiles was unusually easy-going considering that he hated Isaac and he was dating you, and the two of you had been tangled up not even a moment before. “What are we celebrating?” 

You'd pulled away from Isaac so that you were only holding onto him with one hand, just barely around his lower back, as you handed Stiles your test. “I’m almost an A student. You know, I’m thinking of changing my career goals from trophy wife to mathematician.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short. You could totally be a trophy wife and a mathematician,” Stiles said with an aggravating smile. He was so good at saying stuff like that that it drove Isaac up a wall.

You laughed and pretended to be offended as you grabbed your test back. You let go of Isaac to harass Stiles but you soon enough you were laughing and nestling yourself under Stiles’ arm. His fingers interlaced with yours easily as you said something equally charming and witty to him. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles rolled his eyes and smiled at you. His thumb grazed yours as he tilted his head down, almost bumping his forehead into your head. “You sure I can’t convince you to grab lunch with me and Scott? We could ditch Scott.” 

You let out a self-conscious laugh and ducked your head. “As tempting as that offer is…” you untangled yourself from Stiles and took a step back from him. “Isaac and I have a date with some suits.”

Not that kind of date, Isaac reminded himself as he gave Stiles his best attempt at a friendly smile. Judging by Stiles’ reaction, it came out as more of a grimace.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Stiles scratched the side of his face. “Cutting the dance prep a little short, aren’t you?” 

Isaac straightened up and tried to get the venom out of his voice. “Yeah, well, we had some unexpected interruptions. You don’t mind though, right?”

“Absolutely not,” Stiles said, not sounding defensive, exactly, but definitely not as easy-going as before. He looked over at you and squeezed your hand as he said something about catching up with you later. 

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair as Stiles disappeared into the sea of hormonal teenagers. “So-” you stepped closer to Isaac and gave him a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Ready to go?”

If Isaac was honest, he’d tell you that the absolute last thing he ever wanted to do was go shopping for a suit that he didn’t want to wear to a dance he didn’t care about, but he couldn’t be honest with you - not about his feelings, and not about this dance - because you were trying. 

Isaac wanted to try, too. He really did, but Isaac's problem was that he wasn’t as good as you. Then again no one was as good as you, but still. Isaac had to try or he’d lose you again. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” The closing of Isaac’s locker punctuated his lie better than his smiling grimace ever could. 

If you noticed his bad mood - which might have been difficult considering how Isaac was almost always in a bad mood these days - you were nice enough not to mention it as the two of you made your way through the school to the parking lot. Instead, you told him more about your classes and how Greenberg did, in fact, walk into a locker earlier that day. 

There was an anxious lilt to your voice as you talked about your English paper that Isaac didn’t recognize. Sure, he’d seen you be nervous before tests and that first day in the hallway, but this was different. That had been unsure while this was second-guessing. That had been butterflies, and this was a sinking feeling.

Isaac couldn’t wrap his head around what could have been making you anxious. You were happy about your grades, you’d been excited about your parents leaving you home alone so they could check on Alex for the weekend, and you had Stiles. With all that, plus the dance coming up, you shouldn’t have been anxious. 

And yet there you were, mumbling curse words under your breath when people cut you off on the road and hiding a frown behind a tight smile as you pulled into a parking space.

You killed the engine and sighed as you turned to Isaac. “Hey, so I’ve gotta tell you something about Stiles-” 

“Why are we outside a thrift store?” Isaac asked as he peered through the windscreen. 

The store was cute. Bright sunflowers painted next to yellow letters that swirled together to spell ‘Anne’s Next to New Clothing and Trinkets.’ A white table with a flower arrangement and some of the aforementioned trinkets. Through the window, Isaac could make out a little girl trying on about a dozen necklaces while her dad apologized to the person behind the counter. Cute, but it didn’t make sense. 

Isaac turned to look at you when he realized that he’d interrupted you and you probably thought he was the most self-absorbed idiot in the world. You were staring at him with wide eyes as if to prove his point. 

“I’m sorry, I-” 

“No, don’t be sorry.” Your surprise melted into a nervous laugh and you dropped your gaze for a moment. When you looked back at him, your smile had softened into something smaller, something more genuine. “Since our mall trip ended so badly, I thought we could try something else.” 

Isaac gave you a lazy smile and nodded his head to the store. “Something next to new?” 

You scrunched up your face and groaned, putting your face in your hands. “Ugh, this was a dumb idea, wasn’t it? We can leave. Give me a sec to pull out-” 

“No. No, that’s not what I meant-” Isaac reached over to grab your hands before he realized what he was doing. With one touch, it was like you erased the entire world that existed outside your car. It was just you, Isaac, and a whole bunch of electricity. “I just meant,” he said quietly, “that it was really nice of you to do this for me. I’m not really used to people doing nice things for me.”

“Well, get used to it because I’m not going anywhere,” you told him. Your words were quiet but your smile was playful. “Come on.” You tilted your head to the door and pulled away. 

Isaac tried to get his heart to beat normally again as your door clicked open and thumped close behind you. He took two deep, steady breaths, then shook his head and met you at the front of your car. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for him. With a nervous smile, you led Isaac inside. The bell chimed as you opened the door, ringing in Isaac’s head as you greeted the cashier, and Isaac went on the awkward defensive again. He ran his hands along the swaths of fabric as the two of you made your way through the store. Felt, polyester, cotton, and wool greeted his fingertips until Isaac stopped in the formalwear section. 

Old dresses mixed with a bizarre assortment of wedding attire and four suits, two with three pieces and each a different color to the last. Isaac took his eyes off the suits to find you trying to hide your glances at him. Isaac didn’t bother to hide his amusement at your secrecy. 

“What?” You laughed when you caught Isaac waiting for you to steal another look at him. You tucked some hair behind your ear without thinking about it. 

Isaac smiled, stifling another laugh. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“No, but you want to.” You looked at Isaac with an expression he couldn’t place. Friendly, playful, but just as he tried putting a better word to it, you looked away. Turning your attention to a gray suit, you waved Isaac over. “What do you think of this one?” 

Isaac sighed as he made his way over and tilted his head to get a better look at the suit. “I mean, it’s not terrible,” Isaac said, running his hands up the lapel. 

You laughed and bumped your arm into Isaac’s. “Well, high praise for this one aside,” you teased, “maybe we should find something a notch above ‘not terrible’ for the big night.”

“Whatever you say,” Isaac said with a smile. The one suit was a baby blue, which instantly struck it out of Isaac’s book and left him with two black options. Boring, yes, but that’s what made them safe. 

Nevertheless, you ushered Isaac into the changing room with his two boring suits and made him promise to take his time so you could try and pick something out for yourself. The thought of you waiting for him made Isaac’s stomach lurch, but he still promised to give each suit a fair chance. 

The first suit was a slightly snug; not awful looking, but not the most comfortable. If Isaac was going to be wearing this thing all night in a crowd full of sweaty teenagers, then he was going to need something with a little more breathing room for his inevitable panic attack. 

So, shoving away the thoughts of how ridiculous this whole thing was, Isaac changed into the other suit. The button-up was missing a few buttons but he could sew new ones with minimal effort. It fit better than the other one had and didn’t cut off his air supply. Plus, the waistcoat somehow made him look less like a scrawny kid playing dress-up and more like someone who actually had it together. 

Looking at himself in this suit, Isaac could imagine himself as the kind of guy you’d have feelings for. Not a guy like Stiles because that would make him throw up, but someone charming. Maybe even eloquent. The kind of guy that didn’t live in his older brother’s shadow or own three different copies of Persuasion (one was a library book he forgot to return, one had been his mom’s, and the other just had a nicer cover than the rest). 

In this suit, Isaac had a nicer cover than he usually did.

Realizing that he’d probably spent like five minutes just staring at himself and twisting one of the broken buttons, Isaac raced to get changed. He threw the suit to the side and jumped into his jeans and pulled on his baggy gray t-shirt. Isaac was in the process of pulling on his hoodie and forcing the suit back onto its hanger when he stepped out of the changing room and almost knocked you off your feet. 

Reflexively, Isaac grabbed you to keep you from falling over. He stammered out several apologies as his heart exploded, but all you did was laugh. 

“It’s okay, promise,” you said with a smile. You held onto Isaac as you got back to your feet. After several seconds of awkward silence, you asked, “So did either of them come out ‘not terrible?’”

“Uh, yeah.” Isaac held out the crumpled suit to you. “This one’s not so bad.” 

“Not so bad,” you echoed, taking the suit from Isaac and smoothing it out. “We’ll take it!”

Isaac couldn’t help but laugh. You were adorable and very, very far out of his league. Still, he hung up the rejected suit and met you at the counter to pay. 

He was so preoccupied with thoughts of accidentally injuring you that he didn’t notice that you’d already bought something. When Isaac asked about it over celebratory frozen yogurt, all you said was that you needed something for the dance, too. 

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Isaac had never been someone with high hopes. He’d given up on anticipating the future ever since he was thrown into a grave and turned into a werewolf; but, still, he found himself with some very unrealistic expectations of how the dance would go. Chief of which being that you’d ditch Stiles and confess your undying love to Isaac. 

Actually, not ‘undying’ love because the universe might take that as a sign to make you immortal or something, and that kind of information wasn’t something Isaac thought he could recover from. 

His other expectations, supernatural dilemma aside, were to get through the night without bleeding and to, maybe, hopefully, get to dance with you before leaving early. 

Two very simple hopes that went unfilled. 

First, Stiles was an asshole and hung around you the whole night. His presence made it impossible for Isaac to talk to you about anything other than the decorations and, if that wasn’t annoying enough, Stiles barely even looked at you. You didn’t mind and Erica didn’t even seem to notice his staring, but Isaac noticed. Isaac minded. 

Seeing as it was unlikely that any declaration of love, undying or not, was going to made with Stiles Fucking Stilinski jumping around like a kid on a sugar high, Isaac excused himself to get something to drink and maybe punch a wall. You seemed disappointed - not at the wall punching, because Isaac didn’t mention that, but at his leaving. Still, you let him go with a smile nonetheless.

Isaac smiled, too. It felt like all he’d been doing the whole night was smiling, even when you gave him your sympathies about Erica not being his date. He was going to explain everything to you right then and there when Stiles had shown up with his stupid hair and frustrating jokes. 

The punch had a sharp, bitter taste that wasn’t there at the beginning of the night and Isaac pulled a face. His dislike of alcohol wasn’t because he was worried about getting drunk (his supernatural metabolism made sure that was never a possibility), but because he just didn’t like the taste. Thanks to his dad, he’d been around the stuff long enough for it to lose its appeal. 

Dumping his glass in a potted plant, Isaac turned back to survey the gym. He’d just spotted you in the crowd when Erica and Boyd materialized on either side of him. Erica grabbed his now empty cup and threw it to the side. 

“Hey!” Isaac whined. 

“We have to go,” she said in her black and blue voice. “Derek needs us.” 

Of course, he did. Heaven forbid Isaac had one night free from Hale drama. “Right now?”

“Right now,” Boyd repeated. “The hunters are making their move and Derek says there’s another wolf pack. He can’t take them all by himself. Sorry, man.” 

Erica put her hands on Isaac’s shoulders and steered him towards the dance floor. “So go tell your sweetheart that there’s a family emergency and meet us outside, okay?” She shoved him into the floor before Isaac had the chance to argue. 

Isaac wasn’t sure where you came from, but you caught him before he landed on his ass, at least. Your face was full of concern as you helped Isaac stand back up and asked what was going on. 

Casting a look over his shoulder, Isaac couldn’t find Erica or Boyd. They were already on the move and Isaac didn’t have time to explain everything. “I’ve gotta go,” Isaac interrupted you. He let out a breath as he turned back to you. Then, with a painful smile, he added, “Family emergency.”

“Oh,” you said. You blinked hard as you thought of something else to say. “Do you need a ride?” 

“No, Erica and Boyd are already outside,” Isaac said. It was hard for him to focus on you over the sound of the music and his beating heart. “I, uh- I’ve had a lot of fun with you these past few weeks. Thanks.” 

You nodded, looking down at your intertwined hands for a second. You gave his hands a squeeze. “Me too,” you said. “I’ll see you on Monday?” 

“Monday,” Isaac lied with a bittersweet smile. He decided, since he was most likely going to be killed in the woods in seventeen minutes anyway, to do something that he’d never dreamed possible. 

Letting go of your hands, Isaac stepped forward and kissed your cheek. He disappeared before you had the chance to say anything. 

If the night had ended there, it wouldn’t have mattered much that none of Isaac’s hopes had been met because at least he’d gotten to kiss your cheek. The problem was that, like most nights, it didn’t end when Isaac wanted it to. 

The night kept going, and Isaac got shot with arrows and electrocuted with arrows and mauled by some out of control werewolves. He’d lost Erica and Boyd somewhere in the chaos and he’d never even found Derek to begin with. The night kept going, and Isaac was bloody and alone. 

He couldn’t go back to the loft, purely because he wasn’t strong enough to make it there. He had no idea where the root cellar was. The night kept going, and Isaac was bleeding out with nowhere to turn. 

Still, he ran. 

Isaac had survived so much in his short time on this goddamn bitch of an earth, and he wasn’t about to give up because his spleen had ruptured or because he had no idea where he was. No, Isaac ran because - despite everything - he wanted to live. 

He ran and ran until he eventually found something familiar. Unluckily, it wasn’t the hospital or the animal clinic but your house. Isaac would have kept running if he thought his leg could make it, but he knew they couldn’t. 

So, Isaac made the agonizing journey up to your front door. He rang the bell. You’d just opened the door, and all Isaac managed to get out was: “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

And then he collapsed. 

Part 5

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27 Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

Scott was so totally getting kicked off of Stiles’s best friend list.

Stiles would like to say that first of all, he’d never even wanted to come out tonight. He had a class early tomorrow morning and he hadn’t studied at all for his upcoming big exam. Stiles didn’t like big crowded bars and he most certainly didn’t plan on getting drunk tonight.

But Scott had begged him and used the horrid excuse of ‘we never see each other anymore’ which Stiles would gladly like to point out hadn’t been his fault, thank you very much. Ever since Scott and Allison started dating and fell in love, there hadn’t been any more time for Stiles. It wasn’t his fault they never saw each other anymore.

But Stiles was a good friend.

Such a good friend that he got dressed that night and went out to wait for Scott at the local college town bar. It was only Thursday so everyone at the bar was either avoiding their responsibilities or had given up on the week, which he thought was accurate. And Stiles sat there for a whole hour before finally digging out his phone and punching in Scott’s number.

He got a voicemail the first time. And the second time. And the next three calls.

Before he could call a sixth, Stiles got the text of ‘Allison came over, can’t do tonight’ and Stiles was pretty sure he needed to start looking for a new best friend. Or at least a moderately good one.

Then some random dude showed up.

Stiles didn’t even catch a name before he tried to get away. He was tired, he was pissed off, and he didn’t want to be here at all. The guy that came over dropped a vodka shot in front of Stiles’s rum and coke and offered his best grin, but Stiles was not in the mood.

He picked up his drink and hurried toward the bar. He was pretty sure vodka-dude was following.

So Stiles did the most logical thing. He made straight for the scariest looking guy at the bar who currently sported murder eyebrows and a biker leather jacket and dropped down next to him, setting his glass down a little harder than necessary. He was pretty sure the guy nearly startled straight off his stool.

“I’m being pursued by a Hard Liquor Extraordinaire,” Stiles said, not daring to look over his shoulder. “So if you could throw your arm around my shoulders or maybe just not kill me, that would be great.”

The guy looked at him for a moment, murder eyebrows raised. Then he glanced over Stiles’s shoulder before offering Stiles a grin— an actual grin— and Stiles might have swooned a little.

He nearly fell off his own stool.

The guy slung his arm over Stiles’s shoulder and pressed a quick kiss against his temple, stubble rubbing against his skin. And Stiles totally didn’t whine at the back of his throat. The guy’s grin widened and he pulled back, waiting a moment before glacing over Stiles’s shoulder again.

Then he removed his arm. “He’s gone.”

“Uh... who?”

“Hard Liquor Extraordinaire.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, blinking a few times. He came back to reality feeling like he had taken that vodka shot, blinking at the guy’s face. Then he grinned. “You’re really pretty.”

The guy’s face turned bright red. Stiles felt his own heat up as he realized his own statement. Those words were not supposed to have come out. He did not mean for those words to come out.

“I mean… thanks for the help. I’m Stiles, by the way.”

“Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles said, another stupid grin claiming his face. He didn’t have the chance to fight it. Derek was red all the way to the tips of his ears and the man’s hesitant smile really shouldn’t have been that adorable. He had bunny teeth. Bunny teeth.

Derek raised a self-conscious hand to his mouth and Stiles realized in horror that he’d said all of that out loud. Cursing himself internally, he ducked his head and started to push himself up.

“I should go.”

“No,” Derek caught his hand and Stiles froze. The man’s face turned even redder and he slowly let go. “I mean, Hard Liquor Extraordinaire is still over there. I can buy you a drink until he’s gone?”

Stiles studied his face. Then, slowly grinning, he dropped back onto the barstool. Derek waved the bartender over— a curly-haired kid— and gestured to Stiles’s drink.

“A refill, Isaac.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Stiles straightened, giving Derek a wide-eyed look. The man barely met his gaze and blushed a little, waving a hand through the air. “I’m not the boss.”

“You’re so the boss.”

“My sister owns the bar,” Derek said, his eyes turning redder with every word. “She’s the boss. I just help out sometimes.”

“Oh my god, you’re like the second in command.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles laughed, taking the drink that Isaac pushed back across the counter.

“I totally get to drink free, right?”

“Well, I’d never make my boyfriend pay for his drinks.”

Stiles stilled, glass halfway up to his lips. Derek’s eyes rounded and he blinked a few times.

“Which was just a joke.”

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Stiles said slowly, lowering his glass again. “I mean… if I did. The whole kiss to the temple thing, you know. If you’re definitely as straight as I am not or whether—”

“Not,” Derek said, cutting him off. “I mean—”

“Me too.”

Derek looked at him for a moment. Then he chuckled and Stiles grinned a little, taking a deeper sip of his drink than was probably good for his sober self tomorrow. But morning classes could suck it if he wanted to have any hope of not messing this up.

“So,” Stiles said after a moment. “What other perks would there be for the lucky guy?”

“Free bar nuts,” Derek said. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t those already free?”

Derek laughed again and Stiles decided he liked that sound. He pressed his lips together, resting his chin on his hands as he studied the man’s face.

“Would they get to boss your employees around too?”

“Some of them might bite.”

“Dude, that’s so bad for customer service.”

Derek only smirked. Stiles raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a little bolder. And he was pretty sure he hadn’t had enough alcohol for that. 

“Does the second in command bite too?”

That’s when Derek’s eyes flashed blue. Stiles was on his feet in a second, totally not stumbling back, but that— that—

Fuck his life.

Derek was jumping up in an instant too. Stiles raised his hands, hating everything for a moment. Of course, Derek was a werewolf. Stiles could never get away from the supernatural. He’d left Beacon Hills and come to New York to escape all of that, dammit.

Then Scott had trailed after him too. And Stiles could never get a break.

“Stiles!”

“Look, dude, I’ve got class tomorrow so I’m totally gonna go. Thanks for saving my ass, though, and I appreciate the free drinks. But uh, another time?”

“Stiles, wait!”

He didn’t. Stiles turned around and made for the door, ducking onto the dark street. He so had to get out of here. He had to go straight back to his dorm room and try to pretend as if this night had never happened. Derek had never happened. Stiles’s heart twisted.

He didn’t exactly want Derek to never have happened.

Still, Stiles had left Beacon Hills to get away from that all. And a werewolf with blue eyes… well, he knew what that meant. Stiles couldn’t. He couldn’t.

He didn’t get the choice.

There was a sudden hand on his arm, yanking him off the street and into the nearby alleyway. Stiles stumbled, a shout building up in his throat, but the hand over his mouth quickly cut him off. Panic crashed over him as all the terrible things that could possibly happen entered his mind and then Stiles found himself slammed into the nearest wall.

Blue eyes glowed through the darkness. Stiles’s heart skipped a beat.

“If I take off my hand,” Derek said. “Will you scream?”

Stiles glared. The man sighed.

“I’m going to do it anyway. Please just… don’t do that. Or I’ll have to rip your throat out. With my teeth.”

Fangs gleamed in the darkness. Stiles swallowed hard.

But Derek did remove his hand and Stiles licked his lips, making a face at the taste of salt on his tongue. Derek rolled his eyes before releasing his grip on Stiles’s shirt a little too.

“So,” the man said. “You know.”

“That you’re a werewolf.”

“We all are.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow and Derek sighed. “My sister, the bartenders. It’s a… family-owned business. Or at least, it was. It’s just in my and my sister’s hands now.”

“Your eyes are blue.”

Derek flinched and Stiles instantly felt bad. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. Maybe because the expression of grief that suddenly crossed Derek’s face. Or maybe just because Stiles realized that more than anything, he missed the smile that had been there earlier.

He swallowed hard. Derek’s eyes tracked the movement before he nodded.

“They are.”

“I know what that means.”

The man’s face hardened a little bit. Stiles raised his hands.

“Look, dude, despite the super-murderous eyebrows, you don’t seem like a bad guy. I just didn’t expect werewolves. In fact, it was the fault of one that I was at your bar in the first place.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrowed. Stiles shrugged.

“My best friend was turned when we were in high school. It’s kind of followed us around since.”

“Your best friend didn’t show.”

“Yeah, well, he’s kind of testing my last nerve right now.”

Derek’s lips quirked a little and Stiles could’ve sworn he was about to smile again. But then the expression faded and Derek let him go, stepping back. “I just wanted to make sure… We’ve had problems with hunters in the past. I wanted to make sure you’re not a hunter.”

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, nodding. He figured he should probably not admit that his best friend was dating one. Or even better, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Allison never stepped foot in this bar.

Just in case.

“The flashing eyes,” Derek said quietly. “Were an accident.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. Derek ducked his head.

“You caught me off guard.”

Stiles’s bite remark came back, hitting him like a punch to the gut, and he chuckled a little. When Derek met his gaze again, his expression was nothing other than hungry. Stiles felt his heart skip a beat once more but this time, it was for a completely different reason.

“So,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. “Biting, huh?”

“Don’t make this into a werewolf joke.”

“We’ve only just met and you know me so well.”

Derek rolled his eyes but he was definitely blushing again. Stiles bit his lip, debated following his earlier plan and going straight back to his dorm, but then surprised himself by stepping forward again.

Morning classes and good decisions be damned, right?

“So if I didn’t make it into a werewolf joke,” Stiles said, tilting his chin upward. “And made it into something else instead, we are in a dark alleyway, right?”

Derek’s eyes darkened. “Stiles.”

“You clearly know me well, Sourwolf,” Stiles grinned. “And the earlier forehead kiss was cute and all. But why don’t you try and put those adorable bunny teeth to some good use?”

The man growled at the back of his throat and in that moment, all of Stiles’s decisions to stay far, far away from all things supernatural flew out the window. He grinned even wider as the man backed him against the wall, raising his chin upward. And when Derek caught his lips hard, with a hint of fang, Stiles didn’t even have a coherent thought to realize this was probably a bad idea.

Because Stiles would like to say that first of all, he had never even wanted to come out tonight. He had early classes and he was totally unprepared for his upcoming exams. An currently, he wasn’t drunk enough to be making such bad decisions.

But uh… murder eyebrows and a biker leather jacket. That was all that really needed to be said on the subject, right?

Morning classes be damned. 

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Okay, this was gonna be meet-cute but then it was making out in a dark alley way and I... have no regrets? I have some regrets. I hope I did the prompt justice though! I adore you, Matt <3

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Hi!! From the prompt list, If you want to (obviously), Could you do Steo, number 2 or 52? ☺️

Steo (teen wolf)  +  2. “They may not understand you, but I do.”   +  52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”  

Canon Universe, with canon divergence, set somewhere in 5x11, after the sheriff is hurt, before they figure out who hurt him.

~1,540 words

A/N: Hi darling!!!! oh you were so nice asking i decided to do both :D thank you so much for this, i love steo to death, i cant get enough of writing them. i also love angst cannot help myself, hope you don’t mind, and i hope you like it!!! sorry about mistakes it is very much not proof read sorry. and thank you!! xx

ps- if ever anyone wants to ask specifically for happy/fluffy things or sad/angsty feel free to include that in the ask with the prompt i don’t mind at all!

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Stiles can feel his heart beating in his throat. He’s moving, but his brain isn’t making any conscious decision to put one foot in front of the other. His phone is clutched on his hand and he’s repeating the directions he read to keep his brain busy.

There’s so much gibberish, there’s always so much noise it’s almost fucking impossible to not feel like he’s drowning in his own thoughts, so he keeps repeating the directions and his feet follow. 

In the end he doesn’t know how he got through the maze of tunnels and exactly to the right place, but he stops at a badly lit rusty looking room and he knows he’s in the right spot.

“I’m surprised you reached out,” comes Theo’s voice, and he appears just on the other side of whatever this place is supposed to be. Stiles’ eyes are on him immediately. He doesn’t answer, works so very hard on trying to control his breathing and calm his heart.

Theo’s words from last night (was it really only just last night?) echo inside his skull and he knows Theo can hear the jump his heart gives.

“Does this mean you’re joining my pack?” he finishes, with a smirk - he doesn’t really think that’s the reason Stiles is here, he can see it on Theo’s face. He’s just toying around with him. And he knows Scott is fine.

Stiles tries to not let the anger take over.

“You didn’t hurt my dad,” he says instead. It gets Theo’s attention, his eyes focusing on Stiles intently. 

“I told you that before, didn’t I?” Theo answers, narrows his eyes ever so slightly and starts pacing slowing circling closer to Stiles. Stiles can feel what’s left of his sanity slipping away from him.

“But you know who did,” he states. It’s not a question - Theo has to know. And Stiles needs to know as well. His hands are shaking.

Theo inclines his head just a touch, stops to look at Stiles properly, “I don’t.” He says. It makes something snap inside of Stiles, it makes all that anger curse through his veins, comes out in the form of a scream and a violent kick to the door just next to him - strong enough to crook it's already not very sturdy form.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Stiles yells at him, hands closed into fists, his whole body shaking. He feels like he’s going to rip out of his own skin, eyes watering keeping him from seeing the way Theo strides towards him.

“I never lied to you,” Theo tells him, calm and collected - a perfect contrast to the absolute raging fire that Stiles feels like.

Without thinking, Stiles’ hands come up to grab Theo by the collar in a movement very familiar, except this time around, neither of them moves. Theo’s chin comes up and the stay calm and still as Stiles yanks at him.

“Who hurt my dad, Theo?” Stiles repeats and his voice gets away from him, slipping through his fingers just as the grips Theo’s shirt tighter. The control Stiles is fighting so hard to keep feels too slippery and he doesn’t have directions to repeat in his head anymore so his brain gets flooded with every single intrusive horrible thought that he’s been keeping away in order to function because. 

What if Theo is telling the truth? What if he doesn’t know and he’s back to zero and his dad is running out of time and he has no way of helping him and-

Every breath he takes is painful, the white noise in this ears grows louder and louder with his horrible thoughts and his vision is getting blurred with tears that he can’t fight. He’s shaking all over and he’s not sure if he keeps gripping Theo’s shirt to hold him in place, or keep himself from losing balance.

Theo’s hands come up to grip both his arms, “Stiles,” he calls, controlled, “look at me,” he asks. Stiles can barely register what he’s saying but somehow he manages to, tears falling down, lips parted as he tries to just fucking breathe!

“Easy,” Theo instructs in a quiet voice, keeping eye contact with him, tightening his grip on Stiles’ arms, gets him to stop shaking so much. “You need to focus.”

Focus. Yeah, Stiles knows that. He needs to reel himself back in, he needs to keep breathing or he won’t be any fucking help.

It takes him a couple minutes, in which Theo does nothing but observe him. When Stiles reaches back towards the wall, Theo walks him back and doesn’t let go of his arms. Stiles would be lying if he said the weight of them aren’t helping him anchor himself.

Theo keeps watching his face, squints a little like he’s seeing something else, beyond the drying tears and beyond the panic and fear and anger.

After a while, he speaks, “if I knew who it was that hurt your dad - which I don’t… what then? What will you do, after you save him?”

Somehow, Stiles knows exactly what Theo is asking. And he also knows that Theo knows the answer to it. He wipes away at the rest of his tears and a blank expression takes over his features and an automatic answer ready.

“We’ll lock them away and keep them from hurting anyone else-,” Stiles deadpans and Theo scoffs, rolls his eyes as he lets go of Stiles, takes a step back finally giving him his space. Stiles lets himself slide down the wall to sit on the floor.

“Cut the crap, Stiles, it’s just the two of us here,” Theo says, his voice rising just a little bit as he focuses back on Stiles. “What’s this ‘we’ bullshit? That’s Scott’s solution to everything, because he’s just too afraid of compromising his own conscience in order to do what needs to be done. But you’re different.”

Stiles stays quiet, locks eyes with Theo and feels his heart fasten again, “You know that there’s no other way, sometimes. Just like with Josh. Just like with Donovan.”

The worst thing is, he’s right, Stiles thinks. He brings his hands over to cover his face, rubs at his eyes and feels for a moment the exhaustion he isn’t allowed to, not just now. 

When did he stop agreeing with the good guys and thinking like the bad ones?

Theo crouches down to Stiles’ eye level, takes his wrist and pulls his hand away to look at him.“ Your friends,” Stiles wants to laugh at the way he spits the word, although there’s no humour in it, ”they may not understand you, but I do.” Theo’s voice goes quieter.

“I think you’re smarter than every single one of them. And that makes you more complex, and that makes you not think in black and white.” When Stiles makes to look away, with a scowl at Theo’s words, Theo pulls at his wrist to get his attention back. “I know you know I’m right. I know you know what you really need to do to stop all of this fucking mess, and I know you know Scott isn’t going to help you fix anything, just as you already knew I didn’t know who hurt your dad, but you came to me anyway.”

Stiles breathing picks up as he stares back into Theo’s cold, intense eyes, “So why don’t you cut the crap? Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight? Why you came to me?”

“Because I’m going to fucking kill them!” Stiles blurts out, presses forward until he’s up on Theo’s face. “Because I need help, and because the only thing Scott will do is hold me back. But you won’t.”

Theo can’t help the grin that spreads over his face, his breath hitting Stiles’ chin softly as he nods, “That’s right,” Theo’s voice suddenly drops quieter, eyes roam all over Stiles’ face and the change in the atmosphere around them is palpable, makes Stiles’ heart jump and something uncomfortable brew at the pit of his stomach. His breathing hitches as Theo’s free hand comes up to the side of his face, fingers ghosting his skin, “That’s right, Stiles.” 

Theo gets closer, and Stiles understands him, suddenly. With a bit of a shock, but then again, not really. “I will never hold you back,” Theo whispers.

Stiles parts his lips. He’s the one that moves, but his brain doesn’t quite register, feeling too high and too raw from the rollercoaster of emotions he’s just been through. 

The noise that Theo makes when Stiles kisses him goes straight to the pit of his stomach and ignites that uncomfortable feeling, makes it a hot electric fire that blinds his mind and makes his body move without his permission. He opens his mouth and Theo’s tongue is already waiting for him. Their lips move like they’ve done this before and it’s fucking crazy.

Stiles stops, draws back breathless and looks at Theo. His eyes are wild and he dives back again, kisses him once, twice with Stiles’ hand on his neck holding him close. 

He makes to move, but before, with his lips pressed against Stiles whispers “let’s go hunt, shall we?”

#~drabble #steo #wooooooooooooooooo thank you so much for this once again!!! #mercheswan

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Teen Wolf Season 1 from Derek’s POV

So I actually think Derek’s character is very consistently written, and that seasons 1 and 2 are examples of excellent writing (I know, shocker of an unpopular opinion around here 😂). I've been thinking about Derek's portrayal, and what the story looks like from his perspective, and it's like a different show altogether, so I thought I'd share.

Let’s take a moment to think about The Story So Far, from Derek’s POV:

• Derek was an arrogant jock brought up in a loving but very large family (ie used to a certain level of independence, and who would need to really act up for any adult other than Uncle Peter to pay attention and get involved).

• Not going to go into the Paige thing at this point, in case anyone reading this has only seen season 1.

• Falls for Kate, who takes advantage of him and eventually burns down his house, with all of his family in it except one of his sisters. Comes back from school to find his home burnt down, his family dead, and puts two and two together in his mind. What would young Derek have learned from that? A few things: don’t trust people, ever. It makes you too vulnerable. Don’t let people in, it puts you and yours in literal danger. It’s All His Fault and he basically killed his family. And - Seduction is power.

• Moves to New York and tries to get over this trauma. Probably doesn’t get very far, since the number one lesson he learned in his life is Don’t Let People In. He becomes a very angry person.

• Eventually Laura tells him she’s off to Beacon Hills to investigate. This is probably not something that came out of the blue, rather she was probably investigating the cause of the fire as a way of coping with her grief. Not only does Derek not have that, he had to spend 6 years watching her do that, knowing that he was responsible for their deaths (in his mind), and not being able to say anything. Either she wouldn’t figure it out, and he would feel guilty forever, or she would, and she would hate him forever. He lived with this eating him up for 6 years. Then off to Beacon Hills she goes, saying she’s close to figuring something out, but not telling Derek why.

• Then she goes radio silent. Derek has no reason to equate this radio silence with anything other than “she found out it was me, and now she hates me.” But Laura is literally all he has. So he goes to Beacon Hill the next morning, to try and explain. Instead, he finds half of her dead body in the woods. That’s the dead body of the last person who ever cared about him. (Not counting Peter - because while Derek cares for Peter, who was arguably his closest family member before the fire, he doesn’t expect him to ever recover). Laura is dead, and it’s probably hunters, and the only way to not let guilt and grief take over is to focus on his anger. He takes Laura back to the burnt out husk of his family home, and buries her under the family symbol for revenge.

• Literally within a few hours of him finding Laura’s body, two people come sniffing around the exact scene of the crime. He goes to check it out - it’s clear they’ve been here before (he found the inhaler) but it’s also clear they’re not hunters. They’re useless teenagers. One of them smells like a wolf. He tells them to fuck off.

• These two kids might not have been hunters, but there’s something weird going on with them. So he stalks them to try and find out what’s going on.

• Turns out this Scott kid was newly bitten. There’s something else going on here - an alpha who isn’t Laura. He’s apparently turning people, making new wolves. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? He’s not sure.

• But things are getting more complicated - the Argents are back. Not Kate, no, thank god, but her brother and his kid. And Scott is making all of the same mistakes he used to make - he needs to stop this before it all blows up in his face.

• Before he gets a chance to get his mind around any of this, let alone mourn the loss of his sister whose body he just discovered a couple of days ago, shit hits the fan and those asshole teenagers GET HIM ARRESTED FOR LAURA’S MURDER. That’s what he gets for not being distrustful enough of people. These idiots are going around like they know everything, when it’s clear they know NOTHING. He tells them exactly that.

• There’s not enough evidence, and so after this utterly humiliating experience, they let him go. Despite this, nobody doubts for a second that Derek is guilty.

• The one saving grace in this situation is that the Argents don’t know he’s here. But Scott is still making all the same mistakes Derek made in the past. And so Derek, who hasn’t had a single friend in literal YEARS, is poorly socialised, and has only ever had the great example of Peter as a mentor, actually tries to take Scott under his wing. He really, really *tries*. He just sucks at it.

• Scratch that, the Argents know he’s here, and they know who he is. He was just minding his own business at the service station when Argent tried to intimidate him and smashed up his car.

• This rogue alpha situation is becoming a problem, so Derek begins to go out at night and look for him.

• One such night he’s out tracking the alpha, there’s a commotion. The alpha attacks a car. As Derek moves to get closer, he gets shot in the leg. Uh oh. Hopefully it’ll heal. He slinks back to the preserve and his burnt out husk of a house.

• Well, shit. It was a Wolfsbane bullet. It’s not healing. That is NOT good. He needs help, or he’s going to die.

• Derek has not asked for help in a very long time. Not as a teenager, when it would’ve made him look weak, and not since the fire, because he literally doesn’t trust anyone enough to help. But this time he’s completely alone. And if he doesn’t get help, he’s going to die. SCOTT. Scott can help. He’s been helping Scott, so Scott owes him. He’s an idiot, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Scott needs his help, so Scott needs him alive, so Scott will help.

• Scott doesn’t care. Derek makes him to the school, barely conscious, and asks Scott’s peer - Jackson - where he is. That asshole won’t even tell him. He tries to carry on but pretty much passes out in the corridor. He’s literally on the brink of death in a building full of people, and is actively asking for help, and NOBODY CARES. NOBODY even STOPS.

• Eventually he makes it out, finds Scott and his friend, and they tell him to fuck off. Seriously?! He passes out again. Scott is like “Stiles, you deal with him, I don’t have time for this shit.” And leaves. They keep joking about letting him die.

• For all the nasty comments, that kid driving the jeep is the only one who actually hasn’t left him to die. Scratch that, he wants to dump him at his house and ditch him. His house with no locks where everyone who wants him dead knows to find him. Derek starts to panic.

• Derek has hours left to live and nobody is helping. Even though he has made it simple for them and told them exactly how to help. Scott, the one person he thought might care, is literally taking his time having dinner with his abusers’ daughter instead of doing the one thing that can save his life. Fuck it, he’s just going to cut off his own arm.

• Scott makes it back with the bullet in the nick of time. Fuck people.

• To add insult to injury, Derek has a run in with Chris at the service station and he smashes up his car.

• Derek is back at home, minding his own business, when the literal worst thing that could possibly happen happens. KATE ARGENT shows up in his home. The last time she was here, she was burning his family alive. She shows up with guns, incapacitates him, taunts him about his dead sister, his dead family, tries to pump him for information, and when none is forthcoming and it becomes clear he’s “outlived his usefulness” - she tries to kill him.

• Derek runs. The house isn’t safe anymore.

• Derek still tries. He tries to make an ally out of Scott. He’s the only non-psychopathic werewolf left in Beacon Hills. Derek has no pack, no one. They’re stronger and safer together. If only he would stop being such an idiot.

• His search for the alpha points to Deaton. The guy clearly knows things. Things about him. He is not forthcoming with information. Derek has no time for this shit. He roughs him up a bit. Unfortunately, Scott picks that night to come up with the stupidest plan EVER and apparently decides to broadcast his existence to all of Beacon Hills. Aaand then he gets mauled by the alpha.

• To add insult to injury, when he comes to Derek finds out that Scott has thrown him under the bus by telling the fucking sheriff that he, Derek Hale, trapped a bunch of kids at the school, kept them hostage, and killed a man. Great. Now all of beacon hills wants him dead. Back to being on the run. It’s not like his home is a safe place to stay anyway.

• He needs help, but the last time he asked for help that didn’t go so well. Scott didn’t give a shit. A building full of people left him for dead in the corridors and no one stopped. He passed out on the road and the only reaction people showed was annoyance at stopping the traffic. Actually, you know who did help? That Stiles kid. He’s probably Derek’s best bet if he needs a safe place to crash.

• Stiles has a lead - he can hear them talking about it. That other guy doesn’t want to help. Apparently Stiles is the king of brilliant ideas, and an improvised strip tease is exactly what it takes for that Danny guy to help them. (Again, what did Derek learn? Seduction is power.)

• Things are not looking good. Their one lead seems to point to... Scott’s mother? They need to think about this.

• If the hunters didn’t kill Laura... then the alpha did. An alpha more powerful than Laura? Derek doesn’t want to let the hope bloom in his chest, but maybe another one from his family got out? Survived the fire? But then why aren’t they coming for him? Why Scott?

• They need to talk to Peter. Surprisingly, Stiles appears to have a decent sense of priorities and skips his Lacrosse game to help with this.

• Bad news. Peter is the alpha. Uncle Peter. Uncle Peter has recovered?! What?! And now he’s killing people?! He killed Laura?! He attacked him?! Act now, think later. That Stiles kid is in danger, he needs to get him out of harm’s way first.

• After a fight, Derek and Peter have a heart to heart. This is huge. Derek isn’t alone in the world after all. He *does* have family. He wasn’t in control before. He was angry. Derek can understand that. Maybe things can be okay after all... they need to talk to Scott.

• They go to the school, and Peter does something Derek didn’t know was possible. He sticks his claws in Scott’s neck as a way of sharing memories. Well, shit. This reminds Derek of something, but he can’t quite figure out what.

• He feels a bit more powerful now. A bit safer, knowing he’s got someone else on his side. He can go back to the Hale house.

• Scott is at Derek’s house when the hunters attack. This is bad. They’re probably going to take him - he barely got away last time. But he can’t let them get to Scott. He has to protect Scott. So he buys him time. As a last-minute decision, he takes Scott’s phone. Hopefully someone can figure it out. Use it to track him. That Stiles kid is pretty smart. Maybe he can figure it out.

• Derek is held prisoner and tortured by Kate. On his own property. I don’t think I need to go over this - what you see is what you get. Kate shows him off to Allison like he’s some circus animal, and Allison barely reacts with anything but fear. She voices all the guilt and self-loathing and resentment he’s kept to himself for 6 years. He gets physically and emotionally tortured. For days. In his own basement.

• Derek only got caught because he was buying Scott some time to get away. When he hears Scott’s howl he thinks maybe he might have a chance of getting away after all. Except then Scott shows up and refuses to help him out. Derek is seriously freaking out. Kate could be back at any point. They can talk about this later, but he needs to leave NOW.

• Eventually Derek breaks himself out, fuelled by the mix of relief and panic that came with Scott’s appearance. Wait, Scott might actually be saying something important. Now that he’s free he can pay attention. Shit, Scott might be right. Peter didn’t lose control and kill Laura in a moment of confusion. He lured her here. It was premeditated murder. Peter MURDERED his sister.

• Barely does he make it back to the house before Allison and Kate show up to kill him and Scott. Scott won’t listen to him, won’t listen to any of his advice. Kate shoots him. Everyone there leaves him for dead. And this is the sad thing - if Derek did die, right here right now, no one would mourn him. No one would miss him. No one. At all. He’s completely alone.

• By the time he comes to, Stiles and Jackson are on the scene and Peter is being burned alive. Again. It’s a horrible sight, but this time the thought of Peter murdering his only family left alive is worse. Derek wants revenge. Scott asks him to let him do it. But fuck Scott. He’s spent weeks trying to help him, WEEKS, and for what? To die alone in a ditch, with all of Beacon Hills wanting him dead. He wants revenge, yes. But what he needs right now, also, more than anything, is a pack. He needs to not be alone. And so he needs to be the alpha. He kills Peter.

I find it interesting when people say that Derek is intended to be the villain or the antagonist in this season, because to me that really isn't the case. He's more of a red herring than anything. Scott may see him as a threat, but if you actually look at things from his perspective, he actually goes OUT OF HIS WAY to help Scott and Stiles, over and over again, and gets nothing but shit for it.

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bittersweet | 25

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: wow, did I actually stick to my promise of updating more often? I guess so. hope you enjoyed this chapter and please tell me what you thought! warnings: mentions of a psychiatric hospital, violence, and angst.  wordcount: 1756

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Stiles

I exchanged a sad look with my dad as he pulled the car up in front of Eichen House, neither of us knowing what to say. So instead we opened the doors and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

I stared up at the building. It was scary as shit. Like something straight out of a horror movie. Normally it would be the last place I wanted to go to. But I knew this was for the best for everyone else.

I felt dad's stare on the back of my neck. This was probably the last thing he wanted to do as well, but at least he respected my choice.

I brought my gaze away from the building when I heard rapid footsteps approaching, followed by the sound of a motorbike. The motorbike pulled up first. A sigh escaped my lips as I saw who it was. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid.

As Scott pulled off his helmet, Valerie appeared beside him, the sound of her footsteps coming to a stop. She braced her hands on her knees and wheezed, trying to regain her breath. Had she really ran all the way here for me?

Scott quickly got off his bike, Valerie following behind him, though still a bit out of breath. Scott looked between me and my dad quickly before asking, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this," said dad seriously.

"It's only 72 hours," I said.

Valerie turned to me, her facial expression both incredulous and angry. "This is the same place where Barrow came from," she cried. "The guy who had a tumor full of flies and tried to kill me!"

I looked down at the ground. I just couldn't bear looking at her face any longer. It killed me. Cause all I could do was think of what I'd done while possessed, how I'd hurt her, and how good it felt to do so.

"You don't know everything yet," said Scott, his desperate eyes locked on my dad.

"I know enough. Nogitsunes, kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called."

"No, that's actually all surprisingly correct," I said.

"Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's... And it terrifies me. I'm headed down to L.A tomorrow to talk to a specialist."

Valerie snorted. "Wow, you found a specialist of evil, Japanese fox-spirits who has the ability to fake diseases?" she said, crossing her arms. "The fact that it looked exactly like your wife's proves that it was just a trick. You don't have to be a medical expert to figure out that that's impossible! This is just another trick to mess with your heads, and leaving for L.A and checking your son into a psychiatric hospital isn't going to solve any of that!" Valerie's voice raised with every word, though she managed to compose herself enough to not start screaming. I could see the angry flare behind her eyes. I needed to redirect that anger towards me. I'm the one who deserved it.

"He's not putting me in here," I said. "I am. This was my decision." Valerie turned to me, the anger in her eyes being replaced by shock and, if I wasn't mistaken – hurt.

"Stiles," said Scott gently, "we can't help you if you're in there." I didn't know which was worse, Valerie's hurt or Scott's sadness.

"And I can't hurt you."

Scott seemed caught off guard, but he immediately recomposed himself, the desperation in his eyes growing as he continued. "Deaton's got some ideas, Argent's calling people... We're gonna find something. And if we can't-"

"If you can't... If you can't, then you have to do something for me, okay? Make sure I never get out."

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Valerie

Just as Kira was about to knock, Scott appeared on the other side of the door. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw us through the window of the back-door.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked after opening the door.

"We wanna help," I said as I walked into the house. Kira following after me.

"Not sure that's such a good idea," said Scott as he closed the door after us.

"Because of my mother?" Kira whispered, keeping her gaze on the floor.

Scott shook his head. "No. I know that's not your fault."

"Yeah, but it still feels like it is." Kira glanced at me before looking back at Scott. "And if we can help, shouldn't we?"

"People who help us usually end up getting hurt. Badly," said Scott. If he hoped that would scare us off he was dead wrong.

"Yeah, but we've been practicing," I said.

Scott furrowed his brows. "Practicing what?"

"We've been picking this up really fast," said Kira, pulling the case off of her shoulder.

I nodded. "Like crazy fast."

Kira pulled the katana out of the case, almost impaling Scott in the process. Luckily, Scott's supernatural reflexes allowed him to lean back in time.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

“Sorry. Watch.” Kira turned to me and I pulled out my sword as well. We started swinging our swords at each other. Blocking, ducking, the whole deal. We let out instincts take over and fight for us. We were totally on the same page, in perfect sync. There was a mutual trust between us that surprised me the first time I noticed it when we were practicing earlier. We were both 100% confident that the other wouldn’t hurt us. Even describing what we were doing as fighting didn’t feel right. It resembled more a dance than a fight.

Maybe Kira could really be a true friend. I hadn’t dared to think that this would happen so soon after Erica’s death. And yet – it did.

We finished our dance by striking dramatic poses like we were in a fucking anime or something. We turned towards Scott, who’s expression could only be described as awe.

"Okay. You're coming."

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Kira and I sat hunched together next to Scott and Allison in between two police cruisers. Scott had explained the plan to us several times, to make sure we didn't forget it. Now I'm pretty sure I could recite it in my sleep.

Inside the delivery-van was a silver finger that contained a scroll with information on how to exorcise a nogitsune. When the coast was clear, Kira and I were supposed to put a tracker on the van. Ethan and Aiden would then meet the van in the middle of the road, pretending that their bikes were broken, and while they distracted them, we were supposed to break into the van and steal the scroll without being noticed.

Easy enough.

Allison turned to face Kira and I. "You're up," she said.

Kira and I exchanged looks before sneaking out from between the cars and running towards the van. We attached the tracker, and just as we were about to run back, we heard the back-door tp the station open. We exchanged panicked looks before quickly crawling to hide behind the other side of the truck.

We heard the deputy open the passenger-door, before walking around to the back of the truck. If he only turned around, he would see us.

But then, the backdoors to the van opened, and a big guy with a shaved head jumped out and dunked the deputy's head against the metal-door, effectively knocking him out.

This could not be good.

We watched as Scott and Allison approached the man as he rummaged through the contents of the van, Allison's crossbow raised. Kira nudged me, and I could read in her eyes that she had a plan. She gestured her head up towards the van's roof, and I understood what she was saying. I nodded and Kira walked towards the back so she could climb up easier, and I stood up, edging towards the corner of the van, ready to jump out.

"We need that finger," said Scott, alerting Bad Guy Number Two to their presence. As he turned towards them, I could see the silver finger we needed in his hand.

Bad Guy Number Two grinned. "Why should I give it to you?"

"There's a briefcase in there with $150,000 in it," said Allison.

"The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million," Bad Guy Number Two argued, making a decent point. I just kept my eyes on Kira on top of the van's roof, waiting for her to make her move so that I could follow.

Scott tried putting on his best alpha-face. "Give me the finger," he said. Bad Guy Number Two raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

With that, Kira jumped off of the roof and onto the guy's back. I flew out from behind the van, jumping at him from the side. But he just threw Kira off of him and immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me in the same direction.

"I guess negotiations are over."

Everything happened so fast. I hadn't even stood up again when Allison had shot the guy. As soon as he had removed the arrow, Kira and I jumped at him. But he just grabbed us by the throats and lifted us up.

I was desperately clawing at his hand, trying to get him to let me go, but he was much stronger than me. He squeezed my throat hard. Until I could barely breathe and I started seeing black spots. Then just before it was too late, he threw Kira and I against the wall again.

I could barely move, and it was even harder to keep my eyes open, but I managed to stay conscious enough to get the gist of what was going on.

Ethan and Aiden had shown up and were now kicking Bad Guy Number Two's ass. They were just about to land the finishing blow when Lydia, who had come to Allison's aid, yelled at them to stop.

"You want him to come after us?" asked Aiden.

"Scott," Ethan continued. "We've seen guys like this. Trust us. He's dangerous."

"So are we," countered Scott. I certainly didn't feel that way right now, seeing as I hadn't been any help at all in this stupid fight. At least I had fully healed now. Kira as well. We stood up hand in hand, looking to Scott. "And he looks smart enough to remember that."

Scott reached down and picked out the finger from Bad Guy Number Two's pocket.

"We're here to save a life. Not end one."

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Hi, darling! Wishing you wonderful day! Since you're doing prompts, may I ask for 123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?” for Stiles/Chris (or Stiles/Peter)? I adore your writing

sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy.

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Chris is wary as he enters his apartment. Something has set off the motion detectors while bypassing the wards and while it could just be a malfunction, life taught him better than that. If by teaching you mean beating the lesson in until it stuck.

So he scouts the whole apartment on light feet, conscious of his every exhale and inhale while trying to pinpoint any oddity or irregularity in his temporary home. He’ll probably be moving again whether he finds something or not.

He makes it through the whole place and finds absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, so he makes another careful round. When that results with nothing again he considers grabbing a change of clothes and some gear and spending a night in a motel as he looks for a new apartment.

This is exactly when he feels a soft cold breeze on his neck and whips around and falls back a few steps, firing three times at where he estimates the head of his attacker should be.

And all three hit but instead of sinking into flesh, they fall to the ground on impact, not even making a dent.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?” Stiles laughs.

Chris barely stops himself from flinging his gun at the witch. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Stiles,” Chris seethes and throws one of his knives at him instead but Stiles doesn’t even flinch, just catches it between two long fingers, his smirk not faltering for a second.

“Aw, babe, I missed you, too.” He hops off the cabinet he perched on and saunters over to Chris, not once questioning his welcome as he closes the space between them and wraps his arms around Chris’ shoulders.

Chris holsters his gun and puts his hands on Stiles’ hips, tugging him even closer, “Must you try and kill me with every visit instead of calling like a regular person?” he complains.

“We’re not regular people though, Chris,” Stiles shoots back, shit-eating grin in place.

Chris heaves a sigh at that making Stiles laugh again. He wants to stay mad but it’s been a few weeks since they’ve seen each other, so he kisses Stiles quiet instead, making his heart race for a change.

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[writings-of-dumpy]

McCall Twins

Summary: Scott and Scarlett McCall are twins, and Scarlett likes Stiles. Happy Valentine’s day!

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, mild violence

Tags: @mindingmyownbusiness​

“You sure you’ll be okay, Scar?” Scott asked his twin sister before heading on a date with his girlfriend, which left Scarlett alone in their house. Tonight their mother had to work an overnight shift and Scott was given the opportunity to spend the night camping with his girlfriend.

“Yes, I’ll be fine! Go have fun with Kira, okay? Text me when you’re coming home,” she requested. He smiled and waved at her before closing the door and heading out on his bike. Scarlett locked the door after him and immediately felt a small twinge of anxiety creep up on her. Deciding that she’s not going to let it get the best of her, she turned on Netflix for a distraction.

Scarlett was no fool—even though Scott had never told her anything was amiss, she knew that something was up with him. For the past two and a half years, he would disappear in the night and sometimes come back like he’d gotten into a boxing match. Scarlett and Scott had been best friends and nearly inseparable their whole lives and shared everything—food, toys, and problems—so it was disheartening to Scarlett to think that Scott felt he needed to keep something from her. She worried about him when he’d go off somewhere and not tell her or their mother, and with each occurrence, Scarlett wanted to know even more.

But tonight, she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had the house to herself and even though the thought of being utterly alone terrified her, she tried to think of the positives it would bring. For example, she could watch whatever she wanted and not worry about pleasing anyone, and she could eat whatever she wanted without anyone (Scott) trying to take her food. She skimmed through the list of movies and decided on one that she would probably regret watching alone, but wanted to see anyway. She gathered a fluffy blanket, a pillow, and a few snacks for herself and pressed play.

“I’m so smart. I’m the smartest person I know,” she told herself sarcastically as she turned off the lamp next to her and the eerie music of the opening credits began to play. The only light in the room was from the television now, but once the music stopped playing, she found herself calmer and becoming immersed in the movie.

As the movie progressed, Scarlett sunk deeper into her blanket. About thirty minutes into the movie, Scarlett heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. At first she passed it off as a fluke, but then even more noises happened and she thought she could hear a male voice. Nearly frozen in fear, she thought quickly about what to do next. She paused the movie to focus on the noise, then she took a deep breath and exited her cocoon of blanket and quietly grabbed the baseball bat their mother kept by the door. She didn’t have time to feel self-conscious about her clothes (or lack thereof, given that she was currently pantsless), but she did find herself running through the possibilities of grabbing one of Scott’s pants from the dryer and making a run for it. She crept upstairs, bat in hand, and made her way down the hall towards where the footsteps were coming from. She isolated them to Scott’s room and readied her phone to call 911.

Without another thought, she opened the door to Scott’s room and rushed in ready to swing.

“AAGH! HOLY SHIT!” she heard a familiar voice yell in fright.

Scarlett flipped the light on to reveal the intruder to be Stiles.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?! Why didn’t you use the front door like a normal fucking person?!” Scarlett said, completely exasperated as she lowered the bat.

“Why do you have a baseball bat?!” Stiles asked her in a similar tone.

“I thought you were a murderer!” Scarlett explained. She could feel her heart begin to slow down once she knew she was no longer in danger.

The two of them caught their breaths and looked at each other. Scarlett and Stiles had always been close given Stiles and Scott’s bond, so it wasn’t uncommon for Stiles to show up unannounced, and Scarlett often welcomed his presence. She had always been romantically attracted to Stiles, but never acted on the feeling for fear of what Scott would say. Also, Scarlett didn’t want to lose Stiles, so she decided long ago that she’d admire him from afar and put their friendship—which she cherished—first.

“Hey, that’s my shirt…” Stiles noticed and took a step towards Scarlett with an outstretched finger.

“Well, I stole it from Scott, so you’ll have to ask him about it,” Scarlett said with a sly smile.

“Hm. I like it better on you anyway,” Stiles said with a nod.

“So, why are you here, Stiles?” Scarlett asked and crossed her arms around the bat she still held.

“Well, I um… Well I was looking for Scott!” Stiles managed to stammer through.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. “Scott sent you here to watch over me?”

Stiles shrugged with an apologetic look.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, you still could have used the front door. As you can see, I’m fine, so you don’t have to stay.”

Suddenly, thunder boomed and shook the house and rattled the windows around them.

“Or not…” Scarlett said. The pair made their way downstairs and Scarlett could feel Stiles’ eyes on her bare legs, but neither of them said anything to acknowledge Scarlett’s lack of clothing. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Stiles glanced over at the living room set-up.

“Having a little movie night?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah. You can join me if you want. The movie’s pretty scary and I don’t think you’ll want to be driving in this weather…” Scarlett said and motioned to the downpour outside.

Stiles looked out the window and nodded. “Alright, let’s get this sleepover going!”

Scarlett smiled and went to sit back on the couch. It had been a while since Stiles had slept over, and Scarlett remembered fondly the times when he did where they would play games with Scott and they’d watch movies together with an abundance of snacks. Stiles kicked his shoes off and joined Scarlett on the couch where she then offered him some of her blanket.

“Thanks. So how scary is this movie?” Stiles asked and draped the blanket over himself.

“I’m only a half-hour in, but so far it’s pretty scary. Especially the part where someone broke into my house,” Scarlett teased. Stiles let out an embarrassed smile and shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry,” he said to her.

Scarlett shook her head, then played the movie. The more intense the movie become, the closer she inched to Stiles without even realizing it. Before long, she was nearly touching him with the blanket covering the both of them. A clap of thunder startled her and then the movie’s monster popped out, so Scarlett yelped and pulled the blanket close to her. She heard Stiles chuckle lowly and then felt his arm wrap around her shoulders. She accepted his gesture and let him pull her close to his body with her head laid against his firm chest.

“Better, bug?” Stiles asked her. Scarlett’s cheek heated up at the pet name and she nodded against the soft material of his shirt. She continued to watch the movie, but was more focused on how great Stiles felt around her. She felt secure and safe with him, and his touch was something she would never take for granted. She felt his fingers rub slow circles on her upper arm and the gentle touch soothed her. She readjusted herself against him, and Stiles moved his arm from her.

“Here, let’s just do this…” he mumbled and slid himself beneath her. Scarlett was thankful for the dim light because she was sure that the color of her cheeks gave her name justice as he gently pulled her back down to him. Her head rested comfortably beneath his chin and slightly in the crook of his neck. His arms draped around her under the blanket and she felt herself become encased in his embrace. She inhaled deeply and found Stiles’ cologne to be one of the best smells she had ever experienced and she secretly hoped that her blanket would keep the scent for a while after he had left.

The movie ended on a relatively happy note, for which Scarlett was thankful. She propped herself up with her arms on either side of Stiles’ chest and the two looked at each other with smiles.

“Another one?” Stiles suggested. Scarlett nodded and they searched through the collection of movies together. Once they decided, the movie was a romantic comedy, which made Scarlett’s stomach turn to knots. She didn’t fully pay attention and was more focused on Stiles’ hands lazily rubbing her back as the pair stayed in each other’s arms. Before long, though, Scarlett felt her eyes grow heavy.

“You’re staying, right?” she asked in a low and groggy voice.

“Of course,” Stiles agreed. Scarlett nodded and let her eyes fall closed and let her mind drift off into sleep on Stiles’ perfect chest.

Stiles could barely keep himself together. He had come to Scott’s house to look after Scarlett at Scott’s request, but he had no idea how incredible the night would turn out. It was about one in the morning and the girl of his dreams had just fallen asleep on him. Stiles felt his heart melt with every steady breath she took. He let his hands rub her back in soft circles, and when his fingers felt the soft strands of hair form her head, he switched to light strokes of her hair.

Stiles knew that she couldn’t sleep on the couch all night—she’d be much more comfortable in her own bed. Careful not to wake her, Stiles sat the two of them up so that he could cradle her in his arms to carry her to bed. His left arm supported her upper half against him while his right arm hooked underneath her bare legs and he lifted her with ease. His skin was set ablaze by the feel of her soft legs on his bare hands, and he could feel his heart swell. Once he reached her room, he gingerly placed Scarlett on her bed with her head on her pillows and her body under the covers. Before he left for the night, he leaned down and planted a soft and delicate kiss to her forehead.

“You are precious,” he breathed out to himself. As he went to leave her room, he heard her voice coo his name.

“Stiles… Stiles, stay…” she said. He wasn’t sure if she was talking in her sleep or if he had imagined it, but the tug at his heart was undeniable. He climbed into bed with her and the pair snuggled beneath the covers together.

Scarlett awoke in the early morning to find herself in her bed and being held close by none other than Stiles. His mouth hung agape and his eyes were closed, which was all she needed to confirm that he was asleep.

“Oh, Stiles...-==” she mumbled to herself with a smile and snuggled back into him. The two had shared a bed a few times before, so this wasn’t a new occurrence, but Scarlett still relished in the feel of Stiles in her bed with her.

~*~

The buzz of the crowd around her made Scarlett uncomfortable. She didn’t enjoy crowds at all, but she wanted to do her best to support her brother’s games. After about ten minutes, the match began with the players running onto the field. Scarlett was sat near the front of the bleachers, so she could easily make out the names and numbers of the players. When she saw her brother run out with the rest of his team, she stood and cheered with her mother, who was sat next to her. Scott looked up and waved to the pair and their mom waved back.

Scarlett saw Stiles right next to Scott and waved to him, which prompted Stiles to shoot finger guns at her to make her smile.

“Oh my god,” Scarlett said with a grin and gave finger guns back to him.

The game began with Scott on the field and a few players, including Stiles, sat on the bench until it was time for them to play. Scarlett wasn’t sure exactly what the rules of lacrosse were or what the pays were, but she could tell that Scott was enjoying himself and he was quite good. Scarlett had only ever been to one other game of his—when they first started high school three years ago and he made the team, so Scarlett hadn’t seen his progression, but was proud of her twin anyway.

After a while, Stiles was called in to play and he jogged onto the field. Scarlett smiled widely and cheered for him by calling out his name and words of encouragement. The game began again, and Stiles managed to make a goal, which seemed to impress his teammates and the coach. During the brief pause, Stiles looked up and made eye contact with Scarlett, pointed to her so that everyone could see, then blew her a kiss from the field.

“Wow, that’s quite the gesture,” Scarlett’s mom commented over the various “aw”s and “ooh”s that the crowd made.

Scarlett’s face heated up and she knew her cheeks were turning pink. “He’s such a dork.”

“A dork who likes you,” her mom told her with a smile.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile. After about another 45 minutes of the game, Scott and Stiles scored the winning goal, which caused the bleachers to empty and everyone rush the field to congratulate the players.

Among the chaos, Scarlett managed to find Scott and Stiles, who had taken their helmets off and were grinning from ear to ear.

“You won! Congratulations, that was so cool!” their mother said to Scott once she and Scarlett met him on the field.

“Good job, Scott,” Scarlett told her brother and gave him a swift hug, and then saw Stiles come over.

“Hey Stiles, good job out there! Congrats on winning, too!” Scarlett told him.

“Yeah! We won!” Stiles exclaimed. Without warning, he scooped Scarlett up in his arms and spun her around a couple of times before putting her down again. Scarlett couldn’t help but giggle and blush like crazy at his actions, and when he put her down, his arms remained around her and a bright smile lit up his face. Scarlett was ecstatic to see him so happy and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but she held herself back from that. He was just a friend, after all.

“Hey, you’re coming to get food with us after, right?” Stiles asked her with hope in his voice.

Scarlett looked at her mom and brother. “Uh, I mean, sure… If it’s okay with Scott… And I rode here with mom, and Scott’s going to Kira’s…”

“That’s okay, I can take you home,” Stiles offered.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” Scott agreed.

After the team went to the locker rooms to shower and change, Scarlett went by Stiles’ jeep and waited for the boys to arrive. She felt uneasy being alone in the lot, but she knew that Scott and Stiles wouldn’t be long to shower and change. After aimlessly looking around the empty lot, she sighed to herself and cast her head to her feet. She kept thinking about Stiles’ actions from tonight and the butterflies in her stomach grew. She felt flattered that he scored a goal and blew her a kiss afterward, and she was thrilled when he picked her up in celebration. Scarlett was so lost in thought that she didn’t realize the figure standing about twenty feet away and encroaching on her.

Scarlett looked up and saw an animal-like figure walking on its hind legs. The figure was covered in fur and its eyes glowed a brilliant blue. It stood much taller than anything she had ever seen and had claws that looked like they were designed to kill. She had no idea what she was looking at, but it chilled her to the bone. Scarlett’s heart started to race. When it bared its fangs at her and started to run at her on all fours, she ran as fast as she could towards the school.

She screamed when the beast seemingly picked her up and threw her against a light pole. She almost instantly felt a bruise form on her back and arm, and the blow knocked the wind out of her, but she recovered soon enough. She expected another hit, but instead what she heard was a whimper. She looked back to see the creature had been hurt and stumbled back a few steps. Standing before it and seemingly the one to injure it, was a silhouette that Scarlett recognized to belong to her brother.

“Scott?!” she called out to him and stood up. He turned around to face her. His eyes weren’t brown anymore, instead they glowed red. His face had morphed into an image that resembled an animal, and from his mouth a set of fangs protruded. Scarlett’s eyes went wide—she knew that she was looking at her brother, but she didn’t recognize his face.

“Oh my god,” Scarlett breathed out in shock. She stumbled backward and Scott turned toward the beast and let out a deafening roar. Scarlett stumbled back and was caught by someone whose arms she recognized.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Stiles told her and supported her against him.

Scarlett could barely speak. Her eyes were glued to Scott, who had successfully shooed the beast away. Scott ran over to Scarlett and Stiles.

“I’m going after it. Keep her safe, okay?” Scott told Stiles.

“Wait! Scott!” Scarlett called after him and broke free from Stiles’ gentle hold. Scott stopped and looked at her with his face still contorted.

Scarlett stepped closer to him and looked into his red eyes. “What… is this?”

Scott sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m a werewolf, Scar. I know you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting strange these past couple years and that’s why. I’ve been protecting you and everyone else from the supernatural threats. What attacked you was also a werewolf, but a different kind—a kind that is so far gone that it kills without a thought.”

“I have so many questions...” Scarlett gasped out.

“I know, and I promise we’ll talk about it later. But right now, I have to stop that thing from hurting anyone else,” Scott assured her.

“What do I tell mom?” she asked Scott in a low and dumbfounded tone.

“She already knows,” Scott said with an apologetic grin. Scarlett’s jaw dropped and she smacked him upside the head.

“You told mom, but you didn’t tell me?!” she yelled.

“Like I said, I was protecting you… I’m sorry. I have to go,” Scott said and started to run.

“Be careful!” Scarlett called after him.

“He always is,” Stiles said from behind her. She turned around and looked at him with watery eyes. Stiles let out a breath and opened his arms to her. The pair walked toward each other and met in the middle with a comforting embrace.

“Are you hurt?” Stiles asked softly. Scarlett shook her head, but she was sure she’d feel sore in the morning.

“Let’s get you home…” Stiles said softly. He helped Scarlett into the passenger’s side of his jeep. Scarlett felt like the world she knew was a lie and that everything she had ever known was a fabrication. She felt relieved to finally know the truth, but hurt deeply that Scott kept this huge secret from her.

“How long have you known?” she asked Stiles when they were closer to Scarlett’s house.

“As long as he has,” Stiles sighed out.

Scarlett shook her head and let out a quiet sob. Not a moment after Stiles parked the car, his arms were around her. She felt safe with Stiles, like she always had and right now she needed that more than anything. The pair went into the house and Scarlett found a note from her mother that read: ‘Got called in, feel free to let Stiles over again ;)’

Scarlett was too upset to be worried about her mother’s hidden meanings and welcomed Stiles inside. Once her adrenaline had subsided, Scarlett started to feel a throbbing pain in the middle of her back, and she winced when she bent over to take off her shoes.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked.

“I think so… can you check my back? It kinda hurts..” Scarlett asked him.

“Um, sure…” Stiles said lowly. Scarlett led him to the upstairs bathroom and turned on the light. The room was well-lit and Scarlett decided that this would give him the best chance to see any injuries that she incurred. Before she could think much about it, she took her shirt off with her back facing Stiles. She couldn’t see his face, but she felt her cheeks heat up and she silently thanked her past self for wearing a decent bra. It’s not like Stiles hadn’t seen her in a bikini before, and this was essentially the same thing, but Scarlett still felt vulnerable and nervous under his gaze.

She didn’t dare look back at him, but she did ask over her shoulder, “Do you see anything?”

She heard Stiles’ footsteps walk towards her, and she felt the cool touch of his gentle fingers against her back. Her skin became a conflagration in Stiles’ hands wake. He felt along her spine and splayed his hands along her shoulder blades. He was so close to her that Scarlett felt his breath hit her neck.

“Does this hurt?” Stiles asked in a low voice and Scarlett swore she thought his octave dropped.

Unable to trust her voice, Scarlett shook her head. She felt Stiles’ hand slide under where her hair fell on her back and gently move the tresses around her shoulder. Scarlett’s heart jumped at the motion and she could feel him even closer now.

“What about here..?” Stiles asked and pressed his hand in the middle of her back.

“No,” Scarlett mumbled out.

“You have some bruising on your shoulder blades, but it doesn’t look like anything is broken…” Stiles told her. Scarlett noticed one of his hands remained on her waist and she had to remember to breathe.

“Thanks, Stiles…” she said to him. Her heart was pounding and she felt Stiles’ hold on her waist give a gentle squeeze. Scarlett smiled and faced him with red cheeks.

Stiles’ face was centimeters from hers when she turned around and she noticed his eyes traveled her face and found themselves at her lips. His own were a blush pink and part of his lower was tucked behind his front teeth.

“I’m really glad you’re okay…” he breathed out. Scarlett felt both of his hands on her now—one at her waist and the other at the base of her head, with his thumb resting against the side of her jaw.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Scarlett told him. He leaned in and closed his eyes, then pressed his forehead to hers. Scarlett hoped that Stiles didn’t hear her heart pounding faster than it had when she was running from a beast an hour ago.

“Scott’s gonna kill me, but I can’t wait anymore,” Stiles muttered to himself. Before Scarlett could ask him what he meant, his lips had collided with hers. She felt for a moment like she had died and gone to heaven because his kiss was so powerful and filled with emotion.

She kissed him back with equivalent emotion and purpose. Stiles pulled her body flush against him and hooked his arm around her waist and his other hand supported her head firmly in their kiss. Scarlett was so lost in the feeling of his soft lips on hers that she barely heard the soft moan that came from Stiles’ throat. When she recognized the sound as coming from him, she kissed him more purposefully and she knew what she wanted.

“I’m sorry… I just—” Stiles whispered to her once they disconnected for air. His head still rested against hers as he spoke but Scarlett had cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Never apologize for that. It was what I’ve wanted for years,” she confessed to him and her hand rested on his chest.

Stiles smiled and let out a small laugh. She felt his thumb gently stroke her cheek and she leaned into the touch with a small smile.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked with hope in his voice.

“Please do,” Scarlett told him and a second later, his lips were against hers again. This time, he kissed her lightly and slowly with their lips just past barely touching. Scarlett smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull them closer and Stiles encased her in his arms. Scarlett felt his kiss change from light and romantic to deep and desperate. She could feel his passion through his lips on hers and she felt herself grow weak in the knees. Stiles must have taken notice because he lifted her up and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. Without separating, Stiles walked them to Scarlett’s room and he laid her on her back against her mattress. He paused only for a moment to gaze at her below him with his mouth hung agape and lips swollen.

Scarlett blushed deeply and almost got up to cover herself, but Stiles crawled on top of her and kissed her with a passion that she hadn’t seen or felt in her life. Stiles’ hands felt up her arms and he locked their fingers together above Scarlett’s head.

“I… I love you, Scarlett. Like… in love with you. Very deeply in love with you,” Stiles confessed.

Scarlett felt her heart soar and she smiled widely. “I love you, Stiles.”

Their lips reconnected and Scarlett made sure she let him know just how much he meant to her. This time, Scarlett was the one to let out a moan. With a smirk, Stiles pulled away and looked down at her.

“Now what was that?” he joked with her.

“I didn’t say anything when you did it!” she protested with a laugh.

Stiles smiled and kissed her cheek. “Hm, well I’d like to hear it again.”

Scarlett blushed. “Then make it happen…”

Stiles let out a sound that Scarlett barely recognized as his voice in her ear as he made his merry way kissing and nibbling on her earlobe. “If you’ll let me, I’ll make you moan more than you ever have.”

Scarlett felt herself nearly melt into the sheets as she nodded and whispered out, “Yes please.”

Stiles made quick work of removing his shirt and Scarlett smiled at the small tuft of hair he had grown in the middle of his chest since the last time she had seen him shirtless. With flushed cheeks and a doofy smile, Stiles dove in for another passionate kiss with Scarlett. She smiled into his affection and let her hands wander around his mole-speckled torso. She felt his hands slip down to the waistband of her sweatpants and tug.

“Off with these,” Stiles mumbled into her mouth and she assisted his hand in removing her pants. He broke away and looked down at the form below him. His cheeks flushed red again and his hands roamed around her torso. She bit her lip and let her hands undo Stiles’ jeans. He helped her with removing them, and flung both his jeans and his briefs to the floor of her room. Scarlett had never seen Stiles naked before, but now that the sight was in front of her, she knew her imagination could never compare. She saw his cheeks flush and Scarlett pulled him down to kiss her deeply. She felt his hardened cock press against her and she instinctively ground her hips upward against him.

Stiles seemed to get her hint because before Scarlett could even blink, her underwear had been pulled away and Stiles went to work on removing her bra. His mouth attached to the crook of her neck and he left love bites all along her shoulder as his fingers fiddled with the clasp.

“Damn it,” he swore under his breath and Scarlett chuckled and helped him remove the garment.

She bit her lip and hoped that he liked what he saw. She noticed his swollen tip begin to ooze a clear fluid and the rest of his shaft twitch in desire.

“I can’t wait anymore… I need you. I’ve needed you since I met you and god, please don’t make me wait,” Stiles begged of her.

Scarlett nodded and felt his desperation match her own.  She pulled him down to her and let her legs open to allow his tip to slip inside of her.

“Oh… god,” Stiles moaned and Scarlett’s eyes shut in pleasure as Stiles and Scarlett connected.

“Fuck, Stiles…” she moaned with him. Their moves became instinct and she couldn’t help but move against him as Stiles quickly began to thrust into her. His motions began slow and longing, but as their combined desire climbed, his thrusts became rougher and more animalistic. Scarlett felt herself succumbing completely to Stiles and her love for him was expressed in this action. She felt Stiles’ passion and longing in each of his movements and she wanted nothing more than to have him this way forever.

“I’ve needed you for so fucking long. Fuck, I love you…” Stiles swore. Scarlett could find no words, but let out a cry of bliss into his shoulder as her nails dug into his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Stiles panted and his thrusts suddenly froze with his whole body becoming rigid, but he never once let go of his arms around Scarlett. Scarlett’s own release came without warning shortly after his expulsion into her, with the images of him above her floating in her mind. They laid their heads against one another and Stiles gently removed himself from her to stand. Scarlett missed his touch, but had little energy to protest. Stiles grinned and pulled his briefs back on, grabbed his shirt and then handed it to Scarlett to wear.

“Remind me to get you plan b tomorrow,” Stiles told her with a wink. Scarlett laughed and smiled, then let her hand fall to his cheek in a gentle caress after pulling his shirt over her head.

“Remind me to let you over more,” Scarlett smiled at him. In exhaustion and bliss, Scarlett fell asleep in Stiles’ arms and knew that everything would be alright.

#stiles x oc #stiles smut

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Do you have any sterek hate crime fics where they’re on a date or out in public and are attacked and one and/or both of them are seriously injured. It could be minor injuries as well. Thank you guys so much, keep up the amazing work 😊

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I Kinda, Sorta, Maybe, Fell in Love with You by Accident by scottandstiless

(6/? I 16,156 I Not Rated)

When Derek left to Mexico, he developed feelings for Stiles, who a) is underage and b) the son of the sheriff. It’s basically having a target up his ass. It just happens to be prom season when Derek comes back to let Stiles know, now that he’s 18.

You can get anything you want (at Stiles Restaurant) by Akabit

(8/8 I 17,179 I Mature)

No one goes hungry at Stiles Restaurant. From vampires to vegan localvores, Stiles enjoys the challenge of meeting any any set of dietary requirements with tasty and environmentally conscious options. When the surviving Hales return to town, Stiles has to balance running his restaurant with negotiating territory for Laura Hale's pack. It would all be much simpler if everyone in the town was happy about the new arrivals, but Beacon Hills has a complicated history with supernatural rights. Stiles knows things are getting better, but that doesn't make them easy. Especially because Laura’s brother is confusing and attractive.

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Stiles serves supernaturals super and wonders when his life became a Portlandia sketch.

I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

(8/8 I 33,920 I Explicit)

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

This is Gonna Take Me Down by CharWright5

(14/14 I 123,386 I Explicit)

Deputy Derek Hale had gone into December believing his biggest issue would be ignoring that giant holiday at the end of it. But with only days left before Christmas, he's now dealing with a meddling sister, a vigilante group killing Supernatural creatures, finding out his partner isn't quite human, and his ex showing up outta nowhere after disappearing three years ago without an explanation. Happy freaking holidays indeed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski derek hale #deputy!derek #hate crimes #homophobia #Anonymous