#when I am free I buck and I shift gait and I drag you under too-low branches

[neverendingford]

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#every time a character does the whole “talk softly and reassure the dangerous person” thing while also walking ominously towards them ughh #it drives me absolutely nuts. like. you're trying to talk them down from paranoia while you're threateningly walking towards them? #someone does that to me and I'm shooting them at least in the leg or stabbing with whatever makeshift spear I've manufactured #anyway. criminal minds is getting real annoying with the whole pathologizing of people. #like. guy shows signs of being very good at torturing people and they go “ah yes.. a pure sadist” or whatever the fuck #I get that it's shitty crime drama stuff but still. ugh. #I just. I fucking hate when people take the obviously wrong route when talking to mentally destabilized people. #like. people are shit at talking to suicidal people. are shit at talking down irrational fears. people are shit at talking down paranoia. #I hate how people don't fucking know how to interact with freaks I hate how people don't know how to interact with me #everyone acts on their own level without understanding what it's like in any way #and so everyone just projects their own reality onto you without performing any sort of empathy or exercising any sort of understanding #and I want to scream so fucking loud #you're all living in a cotton candy world and your words disintegrate in my humidity #and it's so fucking lonely #and my mind has been clear this past week. the autistic need for pressure satisfied by this prescription pushing on my brain #and I can feel the cogs turning. the wheels and pins and linked gear trains and drive shafts and traction band motors. #all the parts of my brain churning around and I can't get close because the heat from my motor makes my hood hot to the touch. #I burn your hand as you try and press your palm against my flanks. #only think saddle and tack make contact. strict guidelines and harsh rules to govern me. #when I am free I buck and I shift gait and I drag you under too-low branches #also. compared to Hannibal I can basically listen to criminal minds as a podcast. none of the visuals really contribute anything to the show #like. feels very shallow

[sterekchub]

Getting cursed or something like that (could be whatever) but leads to stiles expanding bigger and bigger and Derek gets all hot and bothered

It’s super short! Just getting thoughts out of my head in my free time at work :) 

Beacon Hills annual County Fair was the only excitement intown over the summer. It was only a couple of ride intermixed with plenty offood and various vendors, and overall had a rather sad turnout, but Stiles andScott went faithfully every year.

A booth is set up with a badly written Madame May’s Potions on apiece of cardboard. The older woman sat behind the booth reaches out and grabs Stiles’wrist as he passes

“You look like a young man in love. Want to impress someone?Become what they’ve always desired?”

She holds up a small vial of violently pink liquid.

“No thanks,” Scott said hurridly.

“Totally have to have it,” Stiles laughs. “It’s probablyjust sugar water or something.”

“This is a bad idea. You don’t mess around with witches.”

“It’s the County Fair. Not like there are real witchessitting in booths all day to make a few bucks.” Stiles hands the woman somemoney, uncorks the vial – which despite the color sadly tastes nothing likebubblegum – and then promptly passes out.

Scott moans. “Derek is going to murder me.”

***

Stiles wakes up, groggily opens his eyes to see Derekglaring down at him, and quickly shuts them again.

“Um…I’m sorry?”  

“You’re an idiot!” Derek roars. “What possessed you to drinkan unknown potion from a witch!”

“It was just a carnival! I figured it was like palm readingor something. How was I supposed to know she was a real witch?”

“You run around with a bunch of werewolves,” Derek snarls,“maybe that should have given you a clue.”

“Maybe if you actually used your words and told me what youwere into I wouldn’t have been tempted!”

Scott interrupts them. “I’ll take the vial to Deaton and seeif he can figure anything out and then Erica and Boyd and I will track down thecarnival to the next town over. She’s probably still there.”

Stiles waits until they leave before the turns to Derek.“So, if this does work, what’s going to happen? Wait – if you’re into werewolfsex will I turn?”

“Stuff you should have thought of before drinking unknownsubstances.”

“So you do have a thing for werewolves. Fully shifted? Wolf form?Or – ”

“ – I don’t have a werewolf kink, Stiles.”

“So what is it?”

“Guess you’ll find out.”

“Funny. You know you don’t have to be embarrassed, right?”Stiles puts a hand on Derek’s arm. “Seriously. I’m pretty open to everything. Imean, not everything, obviously. I’d prefer not to be a big, fuzzy wolf but, hey, wecould figure something out.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m going to talk to Deaton.”

“I bet it’s a leather or bondage kink!” Stiles shouts afterhim.

“No, Stiles.”

***

Derek wakes up when Stiles tries to silently untangle himselffrom the bedsheets and get dressed. It takes him a good few seconds to shimmythe pants up around his thighs and then even longer to get his jeans to fasten.Derek feels slightly guilty at the small thrill of arousal he feels watching,made only worse as Stiles begins to curiously grab the small amount of pudgearound his waist. He was nowhere near being chubby, just slightly softer thanbefore. Stiles keeps squeezing his newly softened body, moving from his stomachto his chest and then to his love handles.

Derek lets out a strangled from the bed. “Stiles.”

Stiles turns around and flings himself onto the bed next tohim. “Dude. This is way better than becoming a wolf. And this totally explainsall the staring while I’m eating! Last week at the pack meeting you lookedready to bend me over the table.”

“You ate almost an entire pizza, Stiles.”

“I was hungry. Scott dared me. You don’t just turn down atriple dog dare.”

“You are actually twelve.”

“Yep,” Stiles replies, popping the ‘p,” “and a twelve yearold who now knows you have a total chubby kink!”

“I didn’t want to tell you for a reason.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to watch me eat an entire boxof donuts right now?”

“No. You don’t need to do that just because you think I’minto it.”

“You have no idea good with this I am. Like, soon-board. I would have gained weight years ago except, broke college studentbudget and all that. I’m a little upset this was all the potion did…it doesn’teven jiggle.” He pokes at the fat resting on top of his waistband. “Unless youlike me only at this size?”

“Stiles, I’m finewith you at any size. Deaton said it was her idea of a practical joke andshould only last a few days. ”

“But if I was to try to put on a little more weight…”

He can smell Stiles arousal at the thought. Derek gets tohis feet and wraps an arm around Stiles’ waist, dragging him back to the bed. Hewould have no objection to seeing Stiles bigger. Flabbier. More for Derek tograb onto it.

“You’re still skinny,” he growls.

Stiles grins. “We can fix that.”

***

The next morning, Stiles’ jeans are inches away from even buttoning.

“So I think the potion might still be working.”

“Lay down and suck it in.” Stiles does and it takes a fewseconds of struggling, but he manages to get them buttoned. He pokes at hismuffin top

“Or maybe I’m just bloated from yesterday.”

“I’ll pick up some bigger clothes, just to be safe, and wecan talk to Deaton tomorrow.”

“Can we get food first? I’m starving.”

Derek agrees, trying not to watch the slight wobble in Stiles’ step as he walks around. Even watching Stiles walk to the car drives him crazy. Stilescan’t have gained more than thirty pounds in the last two days, but the suddenadded mass to his form has given him a slight waddle in his gait. Stiles decidedto wear the tightest jeans possible, his chubby sides spilling out, not quitebeing hidden by an equally tight shirt. Every time he raised his arms, theshirt rode up over his gut. Stiles just grins at Derek and pulls it back down,as if he knows Derek is fighting the urge to pull him back to bed so he cantouch every inch of Stiles and his belly.

They go to a diner a few miles out of Beacon Hills ratherthan chance anyone noticing Stiles’ sudden weight gain.

Stiles orders a burger with fries and a milkshake. Derekdoes his best not to stare, but Stiles eats like he has been starving. When he’sfinished eating, he waves down the waitress.

“Can I get another burger?” He rubs his stomach, smilingslyly at Derek. “One just isn’t enough for me.”

The waitress leaves and Stiles starts fidgeting under thetable.

“What are you doing?”

“My pants are really right,” he lets out a small sigh as hisbelly surges forward. Derek feels his entire body temperature rise. “Going tohave to get bigger sizes if I keep eating like this.”

“If you keep eatinglike this?”

“Dude, tell me you haven’t been staring at me all daywanting to grab this.” He shakes his gut, laughing at the red flush thatcrosses Derek’s face. “Imagine another twenty? Or fifty?”

Derek’s eyes flash as he shifts in his seat, wishing theywere back at his loft. “Only fifty? Eating like this every day you’ll be morethan that, Stiles.”

“I’m up for the challenge.”

“So greedy,” Derek smirks, “no wonder you’re getting fat.”

***

Derek notices when he wakes up his arms are once againwrapped around a much thinner body. He quietly slips out of bed and getsdressed for work, sending a quick text to Stiles before he leaves.

looks like it woreoff. call me if anything comes up.

Derek is sitting through yet another long and unnecessarymeeting when his phone buzzes, indicating Stiles must have finally woken up.  

something came up.Out of chocolate chips

He sends Derek an accompanying picture of a towering stack of pancakes smothered in maple syrup and whipped cream. Derek excuses himself early from work to bring Stiles lunch. 

#chubby!stiles #stiles is a tease #my attempts at writing #sterek #chubby stiles #stiles is so okay with being chubby.