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teencopandthesourwolf · 6 months
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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do. 
He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him. 
Was it Laura?
Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.
She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.
Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.
Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.
Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly. 
That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.
Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.
The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.
The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many. 
Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.
In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.
Alpha.
Big sister.
But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.
He never told her about Kate.
And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack. 
Now, he remembers that last time. 
“I'm going out.” 
Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him. 
It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back. 
“What's this for?”
“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”
Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…
He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed. 
“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”
Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away. 
“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.
Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.
Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.
Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.
“Just—out.”
Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back. 
That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.
It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since. 
Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach. 
Stiles.
“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.
He knows all about those.
“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it. 
But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.
Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck. 
Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”
And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.
More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.
Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.
He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude? 
Stiles's dude.
It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less. 
“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."
Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again. 
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for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)
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yennao · 1 year
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They did my guy Dirty.
Derek Hale Deserved Happiness and that’s why I haven’t seen the movie thanks bye
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patolemus · 11 days
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Obsessed with the idea that Derek loves hearing Stiles talk, that he could listen to him talk for hours, that he uses the sound of his voice to ground himself and be at peace, that it's his favorite sound in the world. That when someone tells Stiles to shut up he'll growl right in their face and tell them to apologize or get lost (even the pack, they don't get a pass when it comes to Stiles).
I especially can't stop thinking about how, at some point, they'll be alone spending time together, and Stiles will be talking and Derek will be listening, until Stiles shuts himself up because he's so used to people getting annoyed when he talks, and he doesn't want to annoy Derek, but Derek just opens his eyes from where he'd been resting his head on Stiles' lap and asks him why he stopped, he obviously was very excited about the new Iron Man movie, come on, keep going.
And anyways yeah I think they're perfect for each other.
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arlos-warm-drpepper · 8 months
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I like the idea of Derek being a good guy, kind to the people around him, generally loved by all. Soft.
But maybe, maybe Derek is having a really shitty day when he meets Stiles. Maybe it’s the anniversary of Laura’s death, or his families death, or maybe he had a run in with Kate Argent early that morning and couldn’t get it out’ve his head.
And maybe Stiles isn’t the type to take someone’s shit. Maybe Stiles is sure he knows what kind of guy Derek is. Maybe he misjudges Derek off of the first impression, and maybe Derek is too flustered to apologize right off the bat.
Maybe when they meet for the first time, at a place where they’ll be forced to see each other in a pretty permanent arrangement, (perhaps they’re coworkers at work, or roommates in college, or something) Derek is a little bit of a grade A asshole due to his mood, and maybe Stiles remembers Jackson from highschool, and makes a promise to himself that that will not happen again, so he gives as good as he gets. Derek makes a snarky, rude comment and Stiles immediately makes one back, deciding that if he’s going to have to deal with this jerk, then he’s going to have to do it well. Maybe the next time they see each other, Derek is feeling better but isn’t sure how to start a conversation since he’s sure he’s already ruined any chance at being friendly with Stiles, so instead he just quietly tries to stay out’ve Stiles way, to make things easier and less awkward for the both of them. And maybe Stiles takes this as just more assholery, because of course the super hot guy he’s forced to be in proximity with thinks Stiles is so below him that he doesn’t even speak to him. What a dickhead. Maybe he gets so annoyed at Derek that he needs an outlet to complain to, so he starts up a conversation with one of his friends (who knows Derek as well) by going “you know Derek, right?” And before he can even start complaining they go “Derek? Obviously. Everyone knows Derek. You don’t usually meet people who are so attractive and kind and just forget about them.” And so Stiles stops, mouth agape, before clarifying “Derek Hale? Kind?” And then the other person, seemingly not sensing Stiles disbelief, start’s basically waxing poetry about how kind Derek is. They start bringing up all the good deeds Derek’s done, like how Derek donates to local charities, and volunteers at homeless shelters, and all of the other kind stuff Dereks apparently done. Maybe after awhile the shock wears off, and Stiles asks around a little more, and it seems everyone is apart of the Derek Hale fan club, and Stiles is annoyed. He doesn’t understand how everyone is so unbelievably in love with Derek when he’s such a jerk. He replays the conversation he had with Derek in his head, because maybe he missed something and Derek wasn’t actually being a jackass, but there is no other way to see it. Derek was a jerk, simple as that. He spends his days assuming that maybe everyone was just blindsided by Dereks dashing good looks to even realize what a jerk he was, up until he himself sees how good of a guy Derek is. He sees Derek buy a kid another ice cream after they dropped theirs, and then he sees Derek help an elderly woman cross the street and huffs about how fucking cliche that is. He notices the way that Derek always holds the door open for anybody he’s accompanied by, and even holds the elevator door open for Stiles himself. He still doesn’t say anything to Stiles though, and Stiles starts to wonder what he could’ve done to have the best guy in town hate him. He tries hard to come up with an explanation other than ‘I’m just an unlikable guy, I guess’ because that just seems a little too pathetic. When he draws a blank, he decides to just confront Derek himself. He walks right up to his desk (or maybe his room, if you went with the roommates option and not the coworker option) and just asks “What did I do to make you hate me?” In a tone that was meant to come out angry, but for some odd reason it comes out a little bit desperate. It makes Dereks eyes wide and he stutters out, “I- I don’t hate you.” But he doesn’t sound sure enough for Stiles, so Stiles continues on. “Really? Because it seems like you hate me. You can’t even look at me half the time, and you go to extreme efforts to ignore me. Which, fine, that would be totally fine if everyone wasn’t constantly talking about how kind you are to them. So what is it about me that makes you hate my guts? Do I talk too much? Am I too loud? Is it just my general existence or-“
“Stiles! I don’t, I didn’t..” Derek attempts, struggling to find the words. “I don’t hate you. I was just trying not to bother you.” He mumbles finally, the tips of his ears pink. It sounds silly when he says it out loud, and he realizes how badly Stiles could’ve misinterpreted the situation.
“..bother me?” Stiles said, confused and shocked.
Derek nods, hesitating to continue but pushing through anyways. “Yeah, when we met I was… I was going through something, and obviously I know that’s not an excuse to be an asshole, which is why I was trying to avoid you. I could tell you disliked me, which you have every right to with how I treated you, so I decided to just stay out of your way. Didn’t want to bother you.” Derek says, his face heating up at the admission.
A quiet “oh.” Is all Stiles can manage, and Derek just nods.
(Just so everyone knows you can steal this idea and write it better as long as you send it to me or @ me so I can read it)
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eddiemsguitar · 5 months
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Reminder that Allison is canonically still a teenager and Scott is in his thirties but Sterek is p*dophilia right?
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lunar-eclipse-tales · 6 months
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Can we just talk about this scene in season 2?
This is right after Scott forced Derek to bite Gerard. Not only did Scott take advantage of Derek by using his body to further his own plan but he made Derek relive one of the worst traumas of his life.
Let’s talk about how Scott lied to everyone including his best friend. He didn’t tell them about his plan. He just went about things while leaving them all in the dark. He didn’t even tell Stiles who is supposed to be like his brother. They tell each other EVERYTHING and Scott chose not to tell him this. Why? Probably because Stiles would have told him it was wrong. Even though Stiles and Derek don’t see eye to eye on things he still respects him enough to not bring up his trauma and even defends him against Chris by calling Chris out about Kate killing Derek’s family. So yes, he would have ripped Scott a new one for this.
Derek who has been taken advantage of before in his life which led to his family dying. Kate literally SAed him when he was a CHILD and she was an ADULT. She manipulated him to thinking that she loved him so he would give up details about his family so she could kill them. He lost his entire family and pack because someone took advantage of him and he blamed himself for it.
On top of that he was still getting over Paige. Paige who he was in love with who he killed because her body rejected the bite. He killed his first love because she was dying from something he had set in motion. That’s probably why he was so standoffish with Isaac, Erica, and Boyd because he didn’t want to go through that again. Because he had seen what happens when someone rejects the bite. He knew how it felt to lose pack and family. Losing Paige was one of the biggest traumas of his life hence his blue eyes.
So round about back to this scene when Scott LIED to everyone and MADE Derek bite Gerard. Gerard’s body rejected the bite because of Scott replacing his pills with mountain ash. The look of horror on Derek’s face as Gerard starts leaking that black goo. The look of him reliving not just his first trauma of killing Paige but also the trauma of Kate taking advantage of him and using his body to further her own plans.
Scott did the exact same thing in my eyes as Kate did. He used Derek’s body to further his own plans. He lied to him and acted like he was part of his pack getting Derek to start trusting him and even though Gerard was the bad guy he forced Derek to relive one of his biggest traumas.
The look on Derek’s face as he watched Gerard literally breaks my heart because that is the look of someone reliving all of his pain. The pain of killing Paige, the pain of being SAed and taken advantage of, the pain of losing his family because of that.
Something like this is unforgivable to me. But Derek being the good guy that he is still tries to help Scott time and time again after this.
Scott doesn’t deserve someone like that in his life because Scott is selfish and only cares about something if it benefits him. He puts on the good guy act making people think he’s trying to be the better person. But his actions speak a completely different story.
I just want to hug Derek and pack him away so he stops getting hurt. 😭🖤
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batwynn · 1 year
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Stiles rocking out.
(Patron request 💗)
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fallingrealms16 · 4 months
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Sterek Fic Recs PART6 <333
i dont think im ever going to stop with these fic lists hehe they're to fun to make :) WELL HERE'S PART 6 ENJOY
1. The Hundred Mile Companion by Aceriee, PalenDrome (nerdherderette)
35K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 26K // COMPLETED
//Explicit//
Stiles is hallucinating. He cracks open an eye. He's floating… no, not floating, because he's bouncing up and down, horizontal-like, the skyline above the trees growing closer, then more distant. There are hands holding him upright, cradling his upper back, his thighs. There's a face hovering above him, with a shock of black hair, and although Stiles is having problems focusing, the person looks good. Insanely, inhumanly good.
2. These Woods Sigh by blacktofade
80K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 98K // COMPLETED
//Explicit//
Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.
3. His Only defence by LunaCanisLupus_22
78K words // Chapters: 14/14 // Hits: 637K // COMPLETED
//Explicit//
Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.
4. By Any Other Name by entanglednow
33K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 488K // COMPLETED
//Explicit//
He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.
5. Shaking the wings of their terrible youths by Daisyapples
29K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 10K // COMPLETED
//Not Rated//
Stiles didn't expect much when he stopped a stranger being attacked in an alleyway. He didn't expect the wolf following him around New York, didn't expect the help when he was sick, didn't expect the psycho blond attacking him, or the place to stay. He didn't expect the new family. Oh, and he definitely didn't expect werewolves.
6. On my Way by Gia279
17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 9K // COMPLETED
//Not Rated//
Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it. He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear. A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.
7. I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin
33K Words // Chapters: 8/8 // Hits: 106K // COMPLETED
//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.
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sterekloverforever · 1 year
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What if Derek’s kid would have been a girl?
Like Derek as a girl dad. Can you imagine him teaching himself how to do her hair and making sure she had the prettiest little dresses and had tea parties with her and her stuffed animals.
I can’t stop thinking about it. He would have been the best girl dad around.
I could see Derek and Stiles obsessing over making sure she looked like the best princess ever, getting her whatever she wants. She would have been wrapped around both of their fingers.
I love Eli but how freaking cute 💗
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fairytalegumiho · 1 year
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This just hits too different now. He couldn't be happy back then but now he's got a kid and Stiles may or may not be his boyfriend and still can't be happy. You know why? Because he literally can't. He's dead. I hate teen wolf movie sooo much.
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eevylynn · 5 months
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The person who says that Derek is a "fake edgy ass bitch" is like... completely bonkers
He's not edgy at all?? Stiles is the edgy one??? Derek is the softest marshmallow boy ever
Anyone that says Derek is edgy only ever casually watched scenes with him during seasons 1 and 2 and only ever took in the most basic, surface level information on him. They see him going through The Horrors, and assume he must be edgy. They see the Alpha spark going through him, and they assume he's on a power trip (versus trying to be a stable pack, so they can survive against enemies)
That is the only explanation because if you pay him even the slightest attention, you'd see how much of gooey, softhearted marshmallow Derek is. He just wants to be a part of a safe, thriving pack again. He was born the middle child in a huge pack that included born werewolves and humans alike. He wasn't meant to be an Alpha. He wasn't meant to be alone.
But because he is (and 100% puts the blame on himself), he built this armor around himself to protect who he truly is, and he only lets those he trusts most to see past that for the longest time.
Unfortunately, shallow people can't see that.
Sidenote: the edgiest thing about Derek is that sharp tongue of his. Which is why Stiles has so much fun bantering with him- because THAT is an edgy little bastard boy.
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zupyasstuff · 8 months
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Midnight Rain is so Sterek Coded
He was sunshine, I was midnight rain
He wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain
being Stiles as “Sunshine” meanwhile Derek is “Midnight rain”
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sterekbros · 2 years
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remembering family, Sterek, 100w, general [A03] 8.8 words: wood, shrug, bottle @sterekdrabbles
Derek looked down at the wooden wolf in his hand, a small smile on his lips. 
“What is that?” Stiles asked, walking over and handing Derek a water bottle.
“A wolf,” Derek shrugged and handed it to Stiles, showing him.
“Wow… I didn't know you could carve something like this.” 
“It was something that my dad used to do,” Derek said softly, taking the wolf back. “I never appreciated it when I was younger, but it’s pretty relaxing. It helps me connect with my family.”
Stiles and Derek shared a quiet look. “They’d be proud that you’re rebuilding the house.”
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nephilimeq · 2 years
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Hi!! I hope you are doing well. I have started rewatching Teen Wolf recently for fun and while searching for Derek's imagines and headcanons I found some of your TW meta and I just wanted to say that I love them all!! I haven't read all of them (yet, its 3am here oops) but they are so interesting to read! Derek became my nrw favourite male character from the show and I just want to protect him like he deserve. 🥺 And Stiles is just THE BEST.
I am doing well! (despite still not being employed, lol)
I'm glad that you're enjoying my meta, I have such a good time writing it and stretching my analytical muscles.
Glad to know that you've joined the "Derek Hale deserves good/nice things" fan club. It's a great club to be in! Derek deserves all of the good things and needs to be protected more than anyone.
And yes.
Stiles is the best.
Nice to have you here!! :)
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kitkatwinchester · 11 months
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HAHA I LOVE OUR LITTLE PACK!
"We're gonna rob an armored car?" "Well, we're gonna try."
ANYTHING FOR STILES, AMIRITE?!
That said...
MS. MORRELL I SWEAR TO GOD! I was COUNTING ON YOU GOSH DARNAT!!
I don't know why I was counting on her. She's never ACTUALLY been on our side. I was just hoping that maybe, finally, since Scott LITERALLY SAVED HER LIFE, she might consider, oh, I don't know, HELPING US?!
Which, like, okay, admittedly, she KIND OF did, by giving Stiles the amphetamines and telling him what the marks meant and giving him, like, SOMEWHAT of a head start as far as fighting the Nogitsune on his own.
But the whole threatening to kill him thing isn't exactly what I would call helping.
But WHATEVER I GUESS.
Oh, and I take back what I said about Oliver. I am now completely suspicious of him. Dude literally just popped up out of nowhere, magically, when Stiles was trying to investigate the basement, and he encouraged him to try to trick Brunski into giving up the keys, and now I feel like he's some sort of plant or something that's gonna wind up getting Stiles in trouble, because that's a thing that happens, and now I don't trust it. So never mind. I don't want them to be friends. WHERE'S SCOTT?! XD
Also, my heart definitely just broke a little bit at that Derek and Chris conversation. Like, first of all, Chris fully acknowledging that he would feel remorse if he had to kill Stiles is so sweet and so heart-breaking, but then him switching to the fact that he would have no remorse if all he was killing was the Nogitsune is terrifying and now I'm very afraid for my boy.
Also also, the way Derek is talking makes me think he is also more inclined to kill the Nogitsune, even if it means killing Stiles, and I DON'T LIKE THAT, so STOP IT!
I mean, I stand by the fact that I'm 99.9% sure that no one's gonna be able to touch Stiles because True Alpha Scott would never allow it, but still, it's a frightening thought, and I don't like how many people are getting prepared to kill him, no matter the cost. :(
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(The quote isn't on the gif but "by significant and strange, do you mean hopeful and optimistic?". XD XD GOD I'VE MISSED HIM! I'VE MISSED BEING ABLE TO STEAL INCORRECT QUOTES FROM HIM! XD <3 <3 <3 <3)
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months
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a little fashion show
kinktober, day four
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a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....
warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing
word count: 990
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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more. 
“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”
“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”
“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”
Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”
“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.” 
“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.
After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”
“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”
“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.” 
Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”
You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could. 
“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?” 
Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”
“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra. 
“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”
Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”
Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs. 
If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.
Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone. 
Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments. 
“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”
“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”
“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 
Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.
“Would you have sex with me?”
The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”
“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection. 
“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”
“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”
“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.” 
“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement. 
“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal. 
An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”
Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”
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