#Teen Wolf Fan Fiction

[ily-tothecore]

more sterek fic recs - all completed

finally, some more sterek! enjoy :)

quiet perfection by hyperlittlenori - this is one of my favourite sterek fics ever, it's honestly one of the softest things i've ever read and it has me grinning from ear to ear every single time i read it. it's an AU with a deaf derek and a sign speaking stiles. they meet for the first time at the station and are instantly enamoured with each other. all i want is for this fic to become a series, i just want more of them.

chasing slumber by hyperlittlenori - another fic by this author! this is some of the most intense sterek smut i've ever read in my life, i literally forgot to breathe during it. the boys use sex to cope but it's a lot healthier than it sounds, i swear. there's also a lot of fluff, i love this one so much. this authors writing is immaculate.

from love not lust by hyperlittlenori - another one, i know! this one is just really simple and sweet. the boys fall in love through book annotations and it's so extremely soft. asexual derek is beautiful.

deaton's dream beans by thenerdnextdoor - a coffeeshop/bookstore AU! derek is a brooding hermit who owns a bookstore and stiles is an obnoxious but adorable barista who's trying to start a war with a rival coffee shop. this is such a fun story, with a tiny bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff. also, background thiam! i've read this multiple times, it's just so silly.

i ain't scared of your teeth by antisepticdork - stiles gets attacked by harpies, derek gets growly about it, they fall in like. this one is very much a 'monster of the week' fic, very chill and a bit goofy.

we've written volumes (in blood and scars and ink) by notthequiettype - stiles gets attacked by the alpha pack and derek nurses him back to health with a whole lotta werewolf healing mojo. solid banter, minor smut and a lot of fluff.

you saw me standing alone by orphan account - so obviously i like fics where stiles gets hurt and derek plays the sexy nurse, because here's another one! this is such a sweet fic, and the smut at the end is A+, slutty bottom derek is one of my favourite flavours of derek. he mewls, guys. mewls.

this is ridiculous by zosofi - a pining derek, a bloodthirsty, virgin killing unicorn and an oblivious, virginal stiles stilinski. this fic is so goofy and i love it.

warm shadows by stilinskisparkles - stiles gets hurt after another kidnapping and derek offers to help him out while he heals. a zero angst fic with some great banter and an evil peter hale thrown into the mix. these boys are so in love i wanna scream.

hear it in the silence by elisela - post season six fic where stiles and derek are best friends. stiles drags derek along on an impromptu road trip to escape the pressure of college and they realise they're in love along the way. such a romantic fic with top tier healthy communication, it's just a really beautiful story about falling in love with your best friend.

click here for part one of my sterek fic recs :)

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Desperate Times by Nokomis

Summary: Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

Rating: Mature 

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd, Malia Tate 

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Magic Stiles, enchanted objects, Awkward Romance, Fluff and Angst 

Words: 3,454

Chapters: 1/1

[tails89]

In light of the new teen wolf movie, I’m going to post some of my favourite sterek fanfic I’ve written…

There’s Joy Not Far From Here

28k. “I’m coming,” Derek calls, shrugging on a sweater. The first few days of March had been warm, but the weather has turned in the last week - winter's last ‘fuck you’ - and Derek is expecting the icy blast as the warm air rushes out the front door. “What—” His breath freezes in his throat.

“Hey there, Sourwolf.”

Stiles is standing on the front porch— Derek’s front porch— his right hand waved in a half wave.

“Stiles?” Derek almost takes a step back. “What are you— how?”

~

Two years after Derek runs from Beacon Hills, Stiles turns up at his front door looking for his own escape. What follows is a story of adventure, healing and finding a place to call home.

But It’s Better When It’s You

9k. Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open.

“What?”

Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale.

He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

Catch us in the mirror (it looks a lot like love)

4K. “You’re lucky to have found a mate like Stiles.”

“Mm,” Derek nods, eyes following Stiles back towards the house. The words sink in and he freezes, mind frantically replaying every interaction he’s had with Stiles over the last few days, wondering how they could have possibly given her that impression.

Stiles is— he’s Stiles. He’s funny and smart and kind and— they’re not mates, no matter how much Derek might wish otherwise.

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You 30.2

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader.

TW: Mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: As per the trigger warning, this chapter will only mention pregnancy/motherhood. Don't be alarmed, reader will not be getting pregnant in this series. I know not everyone is in to that.

Derek's Loft

Derek sat hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees and his phone in a near death grip in his hands. Since the night you left unexpectedly, he's had this strange feeling in his chest. But he didn't want to accept it. There was no way he could.

Derek lifted his head up at the sound of footsteps and saw Cora descending the spiral staircase. She made eye contact with Derek, and by the look on his face and the phone in his hands she knew it had something to do with you.

She didn’t say anything to him, just smiled awkwardly. She was afraid if he started a conversation about you, somehow she’d unintentionally slip if she tried lying. She was never good at lying.

He watched her as she grabbed her jacket from the couch. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah." She nodded, avoiding Derek’s gaze. "Isaac, Erica and I are going to the movies." Surprisingly her heart remained calm as she delivered her line. Erica had bought the tickets to a random movie in case he didn't believe her; which she grabbed from the jacket pocket and waved to Derek.

"I don’t know, Cora.” Derek said uncertain. “It’s not safe for you out there.”

Cora rolled her eyes. “I’m already marked. It’s been a couple nights and they haven’t come back here. I won’t be alone either.”

“We don’t know who the Nogitsune is. Where it is or what it even wants. You’re not going.” He stood up from his spot.

“You can’t keep me here, Derek. I feel like…” she inhaled a breath, worried about the effect her words would have on her brother, “a caged animal.” She finished. She looked to Derek this time, an apologetic expression on her face but also the anger in her eyes seemed she wasn’t too sorry for her words.

Derek remained stoic. He folded his arms across his chest, “I’m sorry you feel that way, Cora.” He said with no remorse. “But I’m not keeping you prisoner here, you’re allowed to leave whenever and wherever you want,” he approached her as he spoke until he was close, “except at night.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “I’ll be back before night fall.” She turned on her heel to leave, only to be stopped by Derek again.

“Forgetting something?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He was holding her phone up in his hand. “I need you to be able to reach me in case something happens.”

Cora snatched her phone from him. “We’re just going to the movies.”

“Right,” he said as he dug into the back pocket of his jeans. He counted the cash he had in his wallet and held it out for his sister, “here. Have fun.” He smiled.

Cora eyes her brother quizzically before grabbing the money from his hand and saying good bye.

“You know, she’s lying to you.” Peter chimed.

Derek exhaled a breath through his nose at the first note of his uncle’s voice, but his gaze remained on the loft door, where Cora had just left. “I know. That’s why I had her take her phone. I can track her.”

“You’re not going to follow her?” Peter could be heard moving from his spot somewhere behind Derek. “You are learning something.” He was right beside Derek now.

“I didn’t say that.” Derek replied now turning to look at his uncle. “I’ll track her and see where she’s stopped. Then I’ll go.”

“You never learn.” Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head simultaneously as he turned and made his way back to where he was previously.

“You heard Araya. They’re looking for her. She had two betas with her. What if she’s building a pack to take on the hunters? More people are just going to get hurt.”

“Come on, Derek.” Peter groaned. He plopped down on the sofa, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “She’s not like that. Whatever she’s doing with those betas have nothing to do with the hunters.”

Derek scrunched his brows. What his uncle said rang true. He knows you don’t care about power, never have. And he’s seen how you were with the other betas, you’d do anything to protect them even if it meant distancing yourself. So why was the fact that you had two other betas with you causing him so much unrest? Anger even?

“You think you know her so well." Derek scoffed. "You’re not worried so long as you get to use her for whatever you need from my mom’s claws.”

Peter looked at his nephew with irritated disbelief.

“I’m right.” Derek grumbled as he turned away from his uncle. “That’s why you don’t leave my loft, in case she comes back.”

“Wrong.” Peter could be heard getting up from his spot. “I come here to check on you guys. Granted you both hate me and don’t trust me,” he raised his hands, “you are still the only family I have left. Including her." A beat.

“Word of advice, nephew. If a girl gives you the best night of your life, and then disappears on you, that means it’s over.”

Derek furrowed his brows in confusion. “Over? What do you mean over?” He scoffed, turning to face his uncle.

Peter was already walking towards his nephew, “you’re screwed.” He patted Derek’s shoulder as he walked passed Derek.

Derek flinched at his uncle’s words. He turned again in his uncle’s direction but Peter was already out the loft door.

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Derek was laying across from you, facing you. He had a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

You were both underneath his silk blue covers, and by the light peeking through the thin fabric, it was morning.

“We should get up.” You whispered to him.

“No,” he whispered back, “let’s stay here.” He scooted closer as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Derek.” You giggled. “It’s daytime. We can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Who says we can’t. Hmm?” He pressed a few kisses to your neck.

“What about the kids?”

"School." He muttered.

You sighed in content, wrapping your arms around him as he moved to position himself in between your legs and hover over you. He lifted your shirt over your breasts and kissed down your torso. In a strange event, the covers were pulled off of you, starling you.

You were shocked to notice you weren't neither in the penthouse or the loft. But the old Hale house; before it was burned up in flames.

"Stop." you pushed Derek away and wiggled into a sitting up position. "What are we doing here?"

"What do you mean?" Derek sat up as well. "We bought the place? And rebuilt it. For us." He explained.

Somehow that was enough for you. You smiled at him and grabbed him by the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. Derek smiled as he allowed himself to be controlled and placed his hand son your hips. He closed his eyes, ready to plant his lips on yours.

You slowly closed your eyes, and before your lips could meet, a terrifying banging came from the bedroom door. Derek whipped his head towards the direction. You slowly brought one of your legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand on your feet.

Derek noticed and was quick to get up off the bed first. "Wait." He stopped you. "It was just the wind."

"The wind?" You questioned. You paused a moment now. Something did not seem right. "No," you stood away from the bed now, "I think theres someone out there."

"Baby," Derek grabbed your hands, "no one. It's just you and me." He kissed you again, turning you to lay you back down on the bed. You were enjoying yourself until the banging on the door returned.

"What the hell." You pushed Derek off of you again. And this time instead of waiting for it again you stormed towards the bedroom door.

Derek grabbed your wrist. "Stop. Don't go out there." He warned.

The banging returned, accompanied by screaming and smoke emitting from the cracks of the door.

"What?"

Derek tugged you back. "We have to leave." He tugged again, "we'll die if we try to save them."

You could make out Cora and Isaac's voice coming from the other side of the door. Along with the others.

"Sweetheart," Derek tugged again.

'No." You tugged back. "We can save them, Derek."

"If we save them," he faces you, "what happens to them?"

You stared at him quizzically. It was then when a baby's cry erupted from behind him. You looked over his shoulder, shocked. There was another door behind him, surely where the cries were coming from.

"We can't save them. But we can save ourselves and start over. Just like you want."

Behind you, the kids continued to scream your name, begging for your help. And behind Derek the baby's cry only grew louder.

You stared Derek in the eyes, "how do you know thats what I want?" You asked him. "How do I know thats what you want?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, almost as if he were getting angry. "This is what you wanted."

"No," you shook your head. "I dont think I want that. Not like this." You snatched your hand out of Derek's grasp. You turned on your heel and began walking towards the door where the kids screamed out for your help.

Your heart was racing in your chest. You were terrified. Of what? You weren't sure yet. But whatever was happening here, it was wrong.

Derek yelled out your name loudly. But you ignored him, gripping the handle of the door, fighting through the burning sensation, and turning the knob to open the door.

*********

You gasped for air, as you lunged forward in a coughing fit. There was something lodged in your throat and you used all the force in your chest to get it out.

You wheezed, feeling some kind of hard object slowly creepy up your throat. You forced your mouth open wider as you dug with your index finger and thumb for the object.

You coughed, removing the object from your throat. You examine the foreign object in between your fingers with disgust. It was dead, for sure.

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"Gross." Isaac mused as he stared at the dead fly in the closed mason jar. "You swallowed that?" He asked you.

"If I did, I don't remember." You rolled your eyes. "I was having a pretty weird dream and....I was choking on this when I woke up. I want to know if this has anything to do with the nogitsune."

The betas stared at each other worriedly.

"What?"

Erica spoke up this time, "do you think...it was Stiles?"

"I don't know. I can't smell anything." you admitted. "I couldn't even hear you three coming."

Cora then scooted forward and grabbed the jar from your hands.

"We'll take this to him. But first you have to tell me whats going on between you and Derek. I dont like lying to him."

"I don't mind lying to him." Isaac shrugged.

Erica rolled her eyes, and the two girls both smacked his arms.

"What?" Isaac rubbed his arms.

"I know. After this, you don't have to come see me anymore if you don't want. I won't make you choose between me and Derek."

"But--,"

"I don't get it," Isaac interrupted, "I thought you and the animal doctor were friends. Why are you asking us to take this to him?"

"It's better you don't know." You tell him. "He knows. And I know he will help to make up for it." You sat up and inhaled a deep breath. "I also have one more favor to ask of you guys."

You knocked on Brett's bedroom door. He cracked open the door, pulling out an earbud. You stared him up and down, nonchalantly, "put a shirt on and come out to the den. And bring your sister."

Brett and Lori shortly appeared in the den, staring at the other three curiously.

"Brett, Lori," you pointed, "meet Cora, Erica and Isaac. Isaac, Cora, Erica, meet Brett and Lori." you introduced.

They only stared at each other and lastly at you. You could feel the judgement behind their stares and waved your hands in the air. "anyway," you began, "you two, will be going with them to meet an old acquaintance. Tell him you're looking for Satomi and he'll help you find her."

"What?" Brett asked. "You're kicking us out?"

"No?'' You folded your arms, now feeling awkward at the tension you were under. Cora stared at Brett angrily. "I'm just helping you. I know you want to go home and I don't know where to start to help you get there. He does."

"Right." He scoffed.

Cora got up on her feet, "what the hell is your problem?" she stormed up to him.

"What the hell is yours?" He retorted, puffing his chest out and staring down at her. Lori grabbed his arms pulling him back, while Erica grabbed Cora.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Stop." You told them. "Go or don't." You told Brett. "But just know, helping you find Satomi is at the bottom of my to do list right now. Can you deal with that?"

He clenched his jaw, then looked down at his sister. He thought a moment before nodding.

"Great." You clapped your hands together. "Let's get used to each other, huh." You forced a smiled at the young teens.

Isaac, Brett and Cora scoffed and turned away from each other. Erica and Lori were the only two who approached each other.

"This is gonna be ok." You told yourself.

[bmckay1120]

The Healer

Summary: After almost a week Chris Argent is still in Brylee McCall’s care. And both are seeing sides of each other they never thought they would.

Parings: Chris Argent x Brylee McCall

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, some blood, nursing things

*Not my Gif but all my writing!! Also this one runs a bit long!!

Part 4

We fell into a routine of sorts over the next few days. As the lines of his infection slowly started to recede he started to gain strength. He felt good enough to walk on his own. And the second day he was here I decided to take him off of his IV.

It was almost like having a roommate. He was quiet most days. But every now and then something would spark his interest. Something about the house. Or asking about Stiles or someone else in town. When he felt up to it he would ask about the past creatures we had encountered while he was gone. I could see how bittersweet it was for him. How much he loved the place and missed the people. But how hard it was to remember things that were once close to Allison.

Though the comfortable silences were easy to live with. Quietly I cooked while his steady presence remained on my porch. A silent dance ensued between us on the days he felt up to helping me. And on the two days I had patients, he was a soundless bystander who let me get on with my work.

His being at my house was almost more of a comfort than it was an annoyance.

I had finally convinced him to sleep during the day when he felt like it. That part of him that had been scared to sleep or be unaware had disappeared in the last few days. With his body fighting the infection he needed all the rest he could get. Convincing the never still man of this was tough, but eventually I broke through the thick and high walls of his. I also had the help of him not being able to keep his eyes open on a few occasions.

It’s what he was doing now. And I curled on the couch with a book in the small down time I was allowed. Diving into the story, the pages taking me somewhere new and far away from here. A knock disrupted my reading. I hurried for the door before the person could ring the doorbell and wake Chris.

Swinging the door open my mother stood there in all her glory. Holding a bottle of wine and a bag of my favorite popcorn. A smile covered her face, though it started to fade slightly when I didn’t let her in right away.

“Are you going to let me in, or am I just going to stand out here with this bottle,” she asked, only half joking.

I quickly shook myself out of my stupor. “Yeah sorry, come in. Just be quiet, I have a patient resting.”

Her eyes turned understanding as they always did. She did as I asked and set the wine carefully in the fridge, barely making a sound. “So that’s why I haven’t heard from you. I was starting to get worried,” she said in a hushed tone.

“It’s been a tough case. He came in with deep lacerations and an infection set in. I’ve only been able to get his fever down a handful of times. It’s starting to worry me,” I took a seat at one of my bar stools while she leaned over the sink.

“Do you know him?”

Usually I didn’t mind talking about my patients with mom. She was a nurse so she understood most of my situations. But this was a little different. She and Chris had become decent friends once she got over him hunting Scott. I wasn’t sure if him being back would upset her in some way. And I didn’t know if he wanted anyone knowing he was back.

“Kind of,” I settled on. “I’m sorry I haven’t called. How’s Scotty?”

She eyed me for a second, noting how I changed the subject too fast. But she played along with my little game for the time being. “He’s fine. Him and Kyra got a lead on the Dread Doctors, they’re trying to follow it the best they can.”

“What about you? How are you handling things?”

“As best as a mother can with her children running wild,” she gave a small laugh.

I leaned over and let my hand rest on her shoulders, “We’re just doing what you taught us mom.”

Patting my hand she nodded. “It doesn’t look like your patient has let you sleep very much.”

With her hawk-like eyes she never missed anything. How she never found out about Scott turning into a werewolf sooner than she did I will never know. Even with a busy work schedule she never missed a beat in my or Scott’s life. She knew every time we snuck out. Every time we did something bad. Or when we had our first kiss and neglected to tell her about it. She claimed it was her own supernatural power.

I sat back down on the stool looking at the half full coffee pot. I had been through more coffee than ever in these past few days. “He’s had rough nights. He refuses to take any kind of pain killer so all he does is toss and turn trying to get comfortable. Plus I’m still checking his wound and temperature every hour.”

“I can always fill in for a day or two. I’ve got some off time coming up,” she offered. Always looking out for me. Always ready to put in a helping hand.

“No, you need the rest as much as I do. I’ll be okay for now.”

She walked around the counter and wrapped me in a warm hug. Giving me the comfort that only a mother could provide to a child. The embrace that always provided a blanket of safety and comfort.

“If you need anything, just call. I can be here if you need me,” she said, leaning back and pushing a few stray hairs away from my face.

“I will mom.”

I saw her off, waving from the porch as she drove down the bumpy road. Clouds were starting to darken again. It would begin to rain soon. And once more my roads would become a muddy mess.

As I stepped inside Chris was pouring himself a cup of coffee. His graying hair was pointing in a few different directions. It took all of me not to giggle at the sight. I’d never seen him so… disheveled.

His eyes were starting to become clear again. The fog of tiredness, and heavy medication wearing off. “How was your mom,” he asked, taking a long sip of coffee and staring at me over the rim of his mug.

“I thought you were asleep, not eavesdropping,” I quipped. He shrugged, not looking ashamed in the least. I continued before he could ask anymore questions, “You look better. How are you feeling?”

“Good, but sore,” he said honestly.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch and I can take another look at your wound?”

He wordlessly followed me, used to the routine of my checking things. He seemed to be less agitated every time we went through this spell together.

His skin was hot to the touch, which I hated. It was like flames on my fingers every time I brushed against him. Every time we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Every time I pulled his bandage up. Every time I helped him out of or into bed. I knew it was the fever that was doing this. However it sometimes felt as if the flames would transfer to my own skin, and linger long after I had left him.

I pulled the bandage off and for once was pleased with what I saw. The red lines had started to recede. They were almost halfway gone. The puffiness around the wound had lessened. And the stitches were all holding up nicely even as he gained more sense of movement. It was the most improvement I had seen since he was brought here.

“It’s the first time your eyebrows haven’t scrunched together while looking at it,” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

I looked back into his blue eyes. The ones that were addicting. “It’s looking better for once. You’re finally making some progress. If you didn’t start soon I was going to have to take you into Beacon Hills.”

“If you were so worried, why didn’t you tell your mom about me? I doubt I could fight off both of you while I’m like this.”

I looked down to the couch, trying to hide the blush that took over my cheeks. “I didn’t know who you wanted knowing you were back. And I… I don’t know, I just, I wanted you to trust me.”

Calloused fingers found their way to my chin. Slowly he made me look at him again. He made me look him in the eye. Flames burst onto my skin, and I had never been so glad that he couldn’t hear my heartbeat. It was going to leap out of my chest.

“If I didn’t already trust you, I wouldn’t have had Maddie and Josh bring me here. You’re one of the only people I can be sure of at this moment,” he said gently, like speaking to a loved one. Someone he cared for.

I prayed that the blush in my cheeks didn’t grow any deeper than it already was.

*****

After our nightly routine of dinner and some time by the fire on the couch I situated him in bed. Once he was comfortable I retreated to my own room. Even though I was exhausted, sleep eluded me.

I tossed and turned, and did everything in my power to fall asleep. Nothing worked. Not counting sheep. Not reading for a while. Not even staring at the wall or forcing my eyes shut. Sleep was not my friend tonight despite me needing it desperately.

It had been almost a week since I had gotten a full night of rest. Nor had I gotten to sleep in. If I kept this up I wasn’t going to make it.

The rain started an hour into my tossing spell. Usually the thick rain drops pounding onto the roof sent me to sleep quickly. The soothing sound wasn’t enough tonight though. Instead they were music helping to keep my brain alert. I was going to go crazy laying here.

Ripping the sheets off of me I stood and slipped out of my room. Before I could make my way for the kitchen I noted the light was still on in the guest bedroom. I wondered if he was having just as much trouble as I was. Or if maybe I was somehow keeping him awake. Not able to stop my curiosity I knocked on the door, pushing it open to find him standing by the large window.

He had taken off his shirt. His large frame took up most of my view. Broad shoulders flowed seamlessly into his long torso. The only thing disrupting his figure was the bandage covering up about half of his abs. Despite the trauma his body had been through, he still kept his sculpted shape.

I pushed the blush from my cheeks as best I could. I stammered over my words and forced my eyes to the ground. “Sorry, I thought maybe… Um, I thought I was keeping you up, so I came to check on you.”

I could hear him shuffling closer to me. Though he had gained a lot of strength back, it was still hard for him to walk normally with the wound on his side. It was a miracle that he was walking at all.

“I was afraid I was keeping you up,” he said. I could see his feet in my line of vision.

I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t look up. I had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. Who had stitched him up? Who had helped him dress himself? This was ridiculous. I was a medical professional, I could keep it that way.

Lifting my gaze straight to his eyes I could see the small amount of humor in them. It seemed as if he was trying his best not to laugh at me. To not be humored by my reaction. But under that humor was a deep sadness. His eyes were lined with a little bit of redness. Like he had been crying.

“Are you okay,” I near whispered, afraid to embarrass him, or make him upset.

It was his turn to push his gaze away from me. “I’m fine. Just one of those nights.”

One of the nights he couldn’t push his grief away. A night where it consumed him and demanded to be felt. Demanded that he bow to the sadness and memories both good and bad. When the guilt consumed him and he couldn’t escape his losses.

“They happen. It’s okay if you want to talk about her, Chris.” It took a lot to keep my hand from moving to his. I was seeing all new sides of this man in this little escapade that brought him to me.

He started to run his fingers through his beard. Taming the wild hairs, putting them back in their place. Over the last few days I had noticed that one of his ticks was being unable to sit completely still. A bad habit for a hunter.

“It’s not that I mind talking about her. Talking about Allison is what keeps her with me. It’s the… the guilt that gets me these days,” he answered.

“The guilt of what?”

“Of feeling happy. It doesn’t feel right to… move on. To be happy without her here.”

He finally looked back at me. This was the most sad I had ever seen him. Even at Allison’s funeral he had been stoic, somber, held together. But before me was a man torn apart by grief and guilt. No longer did he put on a facade, and pretend to be okay.

I gave in to the instinct that was calling me to hold him. Slowly, so as not to startle him, I took him into my arms. Pulled him by the shoulders, standing on my toes to get my arms around him. I let my fingers dive deep into his hair, like my mother had done to soothe me as a child. He didn’t resist me, or push me away from him. Instead he melted into me. Wrapped his arms around my waist and sank his head onto my shoulder. As if we had been doing this for years.

I felt his breath on my neck. Felt the deep long sigh he let out. His leaning weight on me, the contact of his skin, as familiar as a lover. The man’s hair was as soft as silk.

“It’s okay to feel something other than pain for a while. I don’t think Allison would want you to be sad all the time. It’s okay to remember her and move on. It’s okay to feel happy, Chris,” I whispered.

We stayed in each other's embrace for a long while. That comforting silence falling back upon us. Not needing words to understand each other. Not needing to speak to be heard. Right now he just needed someone to lean on. And I was okay with being that person.

He finally pulled back, though he didn’t go far. He leaned his head onto mine. Now his warm breath was on my lips. He was so close I could nearly taste him.

I knew what was coming. Like every girl knew before the proposal happened. Or when her boyfriend was going to ask her to prom. I knew he was going to lean in. Part of me shouted to go away. To step out of his arms and keep the professional relationship between us.

I told that part of myself to shut up.

His lips descended onto mine warmly. He was no longer plagued with fever, but he held warmth. Warmth that ran through me and made me burst with flames of my own.

I let my eyes slip shut. Let the feeling of him being this close take me over. My fingers combed through his silk-like hair, while his own hands roamed over me. They had pushed some of my blouse up, getting us as close to skin on skin as possible.

Barely sucking down air he deepened the kiss. Pulled me as close as he could manage. I was still on my toes trying to reach him. Trying to get deeper into him. If I could have faded into him I would have.

He started to back up, pulling me with him. His soft full lips never left mine as we moved together. Slowly and carefully we sank into the mattress. Chris began to tug at my top as I straddled him, careful to avoid his wound. Though he didn’t seem to care.

His eyes burned in a way I had never seen. Burned bright with desire. For the first time in a long time he looked… alive. He looked like the same man I had first met. The one with a passion and a calling. I savored the look he gave me. Felt honored that it was me who had been the one to ignite it.

His lips found their way to my bare shoulder. Soft delicate kisses roamed over me. As I lost myself in the feeling of small fires starting up, I deeply hoped that I could keep him like this. That I could keep him alive in a whole new way for as long as possible.

[midnightmusicmadness]

“H-nnng Holy shit Stiles,” my breath caught in my throat as I noticed him standing in the corner of my bedroom. Eyes dark and filled with…something, something very un-stiles like. He stayed there, staring at me silently.

“S-stiles?” Something was off but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He had been weird since the pack meeting last night but when I tried to corner him later in the day to talk about it he always seemed to just be leaving the room.

“Why are you acting weird?” I hoped my voice didn’t betray how nervous I felt. I had never felt this way around him before. We had been friends for years. But the person standing in the corner of my room was not the Stiles I had been friends with for years. I reached into the pocket of my jeans for my phone, hoping to play off that I got a text but knowing that this would trigger movement. He stepped forward towards me, his arms tense under his tight mauve t shirt.

“Stiles please, you’re scaring me,” my voice was barely above a whisper but I started to feel something knot and twist in my stomach. He stepped forward again and my nose reacted instantly, he smelled different. He still smelt like Stiles but with an overpowering note of….sex?

I swallowed deeply as he took another step towards me. Taking a leap of faith and throwing my phone on my bed side table. Clearly the fertility ritual we performed last night as a favour to Deaton was having residual effects we hadn’t accounted for. Including the almost singularly horny Stiles in front of me. And clearly I was feeling the effects as well as I could feel every muscle in my body tighten with every step closer he came. I mean I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been attracted to the guy for literal years but it’s Stiles, how do you even make a move on a Stiles?

Stiles suddenly closed the distance between us, his face diving into the crook of my deck as though he were scenting me. Every nerve ending I had caught on fire and I found myself arching into him with a gasp.

“Nng- you smell so fucking good,” he all but growled, placing his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me against the wall. I hadn’t even realised it but I was breathing him in like a fucking oxygen mask. Okay definitely didn’t expect my first time fucking Stiles to be this kinky but clearly both of us are feeling a little wrapped up in this moment.

“St-Stiles,” I gasped as I felt his mouth brush against my pulse point. My entire body freezing as though the contact was too much to bare. I was arched so far into him it was as though I was trying to morph us into one body.

My eyes slipped closed as he rubbed his lips lightly up and down my neck, my hands curling into fists at my sides as I held myself back from gripping onto his arms. I felt him smile against my neck and was startled as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“I know you want this, you were practically vibrating all day.” I avoided his eyes trying to look anywhere but into the dark brown lusty orbs in front of me, trying to find any semblance of control I had left as my brain kept screaming BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA at me.

He gripped my chin tighter and I felt myself like a magnet attracted back to his gaze. “Why are you holding back.” Each word was forceful, spoken with intention and with every expectation for me to respond.

And fuck me I’d love to respond but everything was coming up blank, my body and mind apparently hyper fixated on every inch of skin I could feel connecting with his. I was getting lost in his eyes and tried to open my mouth and speak but all that came out was a soft moan. I watched as his eyes became impossibly darker and he clenched his jaw, releasing mine and moving his hands to intertwine with mine. I jolted at the intimate contact, weirdly enough being mores timulated by our fingers connecting than when his entire face was pressed into my neck.

His forehead pressed against mine and I felt my eyes close, “Breathe,” he all but commanded and against my will I followed. I felt my chest rise and fall deeply, every breath feeling like a pant. My eyes fluttered open to see his filled not only with that dark lust but also something else, something far more powerful.

A small smile graced his face and before I could process what was happening our lips connected. I felt every breath I had just taken leave my body, people usually say fireworks but this, this felt like something else entirely. It was like the fire in my body that was already burning hot erupted into wave of flames, crashing uncontrollably in my body. I trembled and gasped, allowing for his tongue to pass and I felt myself meeting him halfway. A deep throbbing started in my core and I pulled my hands out from his, moving them to grib into his soft hair.

I felt his energy shift as he growled at the back of his throat and gripped my back roughly, exploring with his hands as we continued kissing deeply. I was completely taken by him, barely registering anything but the wave of sensations that came with every touch. My breath caught in the back of my throat and I threw my head back as his hand found it’s way to my already too sensitive nipples. Teasing and twisting them until I was all but writhing in his arms.

“Please Stiles,” I groaned not even really knowing what I was asking for. All I knew was I needed more. I faltered as his hands disappeared from their place, my nipples aching from the attention but yearning for more. He reached his hands under my thin t shirt and pulled it over my head, thank you past me for choosing today not to wear a bra. I desperately followed suit, pushing his tshirt over his muscles and feeling conflicted between wanting to leave lingering touches and wanting to remove his clothing as soon as possible.

“Fuck!” All my thoughts were interrupted as he twisted us around all of a sudden I was lying on my bed. Before I could even register what was happening Stiles dove down and took my left nipple in his mouth. In what I can only describe as magic his other hand disappeared down my jeans and instantly found it’s target, my underwear already completely soaked. My mouth opened in a silent cry as I felt his fingers start stimulating my clit and his tongue flicking at my nipple.

Every part of my body was caught in a war, the sensations were too much but I needed to be closer. I wanted to make him feel good but I was completely lost in a haze of pleasure, already close to climaxing and we had only just taken our tops off.

He moved his stimulations to my other tit as finger continued circling slowly and deliberately around my clit. I could feel the wave coming, it was too much, too fast, too good.

“Oh my god,” my eyes shut tight as my entire body erupted into wave after wave of pleasure. I arched against Stiles and barely registered the hard bulge pressing against my body as I came harded than I had ever come in my entire life. Coloured circles bubbled in my shut vision as it felt like every neuron in my brain exploded.

As I slowly came down from my high and my brain started functioning again I registered Stiles pressing soft kisses against my skin as he slowly pulled my jeans down my legs. Being sure to brush gently down the entire length of them, every tough jolting me into a spasm as my still all too sensitive nerve endings struggled to compute. Somehow his pants were already gone and I could now make out his incredibly strained member barely covered by his black briefs.

I reached for it blindly, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to gain some semblance of control back but he moved himself away, continuing to softly graze his hands up and down my body as my shivers slowly died down. I locked eyes with him and saw the restraint there, he was ready to burst but was holding everything back to ensure that had enough time to recover, to make sure I was okay. Fuck that.

“Why are you holding back?” I grinned at him devilishly as his eyes switched to almost black. A guttural sound came from the back of his throat and before I could process he had ripped, yes ripped, my underwear off, leaving me completely exposed. Before I could register what was happening his entire body was above me with my legs on either side of him. Completely open, completely exposed, my leftover cum from my previous orgasm leaking between us. His underwear disappeared and I watched him hungrily, waiting for more, wanting for more.

My eyes moved down and I gasped at the sheer size of his dick. I didn’t think it would fit but fuck me was I up for the challenge. Precum was dribbling down the side and I licked my lips, completely mesmerised and wanting nothing more than to stuff the entiere thing down my throat.

“Your fucking killing me, stop that,” my eyes lifted to meet his and I smiled sheepishly, realising I was just caught staring hungrily at his dick like it was the last pizza slice. He moved his body closer, my legs moving higher and my knees being almost in line with my shoulders. Fuck this position left no room for hiding, he was going to split me in two.

“Ready?” he all but growled. A vein throbbing in his neck with the sheer force of his restraint from thrusting the entire length straight into my pussy. I nodded dumbly, not able to find words as he slowed began moving inside me, inch by inch.

His movement was painstakingly slow and I felt his member stretch my hole to it’s limits and beyond. A deep pleasure instantly filling me matched with a sharp pain. Stiles was breathing heavily, his gaze firmly fixed on my face as I whimpered and wriggled to accomodate his size. I furrowed my brow, back in the space of no control, feeling every feeling starting to build up inside me again when I had just come down from my highest high.

“You okay?” he whispered and I felt myself at a loss on how to answer. My brain was completely gone so I surprised myself when I responded, “Feels..so…good.” I didn’t even recognise my own voice, a combination of a groan and a whisper. All of a sudden Stiles pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and void, my eyes shot open in time to see him smirk as he slammed back into me hard.

“FUCK!” I all but screamed. Writhing under him as he set a hard but slow pace. I felt my nails drag against his skin as I gripped and scratched at his back, trying to find anything to ground me in this moment of sensation. I was so so full, every edge of my being felt like it was being touched with every movement he made, the dragging still hitching and causing pain to my adjusting tight passage but the pain intensifying the pleasure ten fold.

“Please Stiles,” I panted underneath him, needing more, feeling like something was just out of my reach.

“Please what?” he teased, forcing me to engage, refusing to let up his thrusts.

“Please!” I repeated. My brain foggy and becoming more distant with every dive into my core his dick made.

Stiles captured my lips with his own, my mouth exploding in the mingling taste of sweat, stiles and me. He pulled away all too quickly and I found myself whimpering again, my body following him before realising he was out of reach and collapsing back onto the pillow.

He leaned down again and placed his mouth next to my ear, “Come on baby girl, tell me what you want.” It was all too much, I needed more from him, I need everything from him, I felt like I was about to explode.

“FUCK ME STILES! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME FASTER!” I lost it and he quickly followed suit, gripping me and lifting so he we were both on our knees without him skipping a beat. His pace became relentless and his thrusts more powerful. The new angle unlocked a space in me I didn’t know existed and every plunge hit deep into my core where I saw stars. I had never felt anything like it, he was drilling into me at an ungodly pace and every part of my body felt like a livewire about to explode. I couldn’t tell if I had just hit an endless constant orgasm or I was teetering on the edge of something supersonic.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you’re mine, no one else’s, mine,” Stiles rambled in my ear as I completely lost myself to the sensations, unable to form words. I could tell he was close, his movements becoming more erratic and his hips stuttering with every second thrust. I grabbed the last remnant of my will and lunged to him, grabbing his mouth and a deep kissing and nipping at his bottom lip hard, the metallic taste of blood hitting my tongue.

“F-uck.” Stiles was sent over the edge, his warmth exploding within me with one final thrust and with that I was gone. My entire body wen rigid and my eyes scrunched shut as explosion after explosion of pleasure ran through me. I spasmed wildy and felt Stiles groan and hold me tightly as I was off in space, my eyes rolling back in head and my mind completely blank from everything except the feeling of Stiles within me. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as my hands found Stiles’ arms, gripping tightly as I rode the wave. It went for what felt like forever but I eventually came back to earth, Stiles was back to pressing soft kisses all over my face and body as my spasms became fewer and further between. I was strung out and exhausted and I could tell from his panting and his mix of sweat on me and mine on his that he was equally spent. Carefully he cradled me and moved me back against his chest as he lay down against the pillow. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I fell asleep, him still being nestled deep inside me.

***************

the next morning

I awoke slowly to a deep rise and fall below me, warmth completely enveloping my being. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with Stiles’ angelic face, framed by the golden morning light coming in through the window. He was smiling softly at me, clearly having been watching me sleep for some time. I giggled and nestled into his chest, the giddy feeling within me bubbling as the love we had all but admitted to each other the night before settled around us. I shifted, realising he was still inside me, slowly and carefully I moved away, wincing at both the emptiness and slight pain I had from embracing him at such a size. He lazily stroked my hair and I smiled at him, sitting up and reaching for my phone, 15 notifications flashed on my screen and laughed as each popped up before throwing the phone to Stiles to take a look and going to the bathroom, knowing he would follow.

Lydia to PackShit: Ummmm guys, not to be tmi but did anyone else feel EXTREMELY horny after the Fertility Ritual. I all but ripped Jackson’s dick off.

Jackson to PackShit: Can confirm

Derek to PackShit: Definitely not what I made this chat for

Isaac to PackShit: I will neither confirm nor deny ;)

Scott to PackShit: I agree can we please not talk about this shit in the pack chat

Lydia to PackShit: I KNEW IT! That fertility ritual totally got us all laid last night

Lydia to Biatches: Guys fucking spill, immediately

Allison to Biatches: Ummmmmm, yehhh, you weren’t alone haha

Lydia to Biatches: Omg but it was fucking brilliant right, best sex of my damn life

Isaac to Packshit: Haven’t heard or seen Stiles or Aisha since yesterday….interesting

Derek to Packshit: I’m going to remove you from this chat Isaac

Lydia to Biatches: AISHA! WHERE ARE YOU? DID YOU AND STILES FINALLY DO IT! COFFEE IN 30. IF YOU’RE NOT THERE I WILL PERSONALLY BEAT YOUR DOOR DOWN AND SEND PICS OF YOU TWO TO THE PACKCHAT!

Allison to Biatches: I wouldn’t play with her haha, see you guys soon

[kitkatwinchester]

Scott Appreciation Week 2023: Day 1

He didn’t get it. 

Not really. 

Even when Derek said it, he didn’t get it. 

“You’re not an omega. You’re already an Alpha, of your own pack.” 

But that wasn’t it.

Not really.

They're his friends, and that’s just what friends do. They protect each other. They look out for each other. They have each other’s backs. 

That didn’t make him an Alpha.

It just made him a good friend, and it made him lucky to have the friends that he did. 

Even when Stiles, despite the many, many mistakes Scott had made and the many, many times that he’d almost gotten him killed (sometimes at his own hand), refused to leave his side, no matter how hard it seemed like it must be.

Even when Allison, despite her family history and the inner turmoil it brought her, still supported and helped Scott, and even after their break-up, wasn’t willing to let him face the supernatural alone. 

Even when Lydia, despite everything he had hidden from her and everything he had unwittingly dragged her into, quickly became a willing and undeniably helpful ally in his various fights and missions to save Beacon Hills. 

Even when Isaac, despite their terrible first few interactions and constant fighting, started putting Scott’s opinion above Derek’s, helping him when he least expected it, proving his loyalty in more ways than one. 

Even when Derek, despite them being at odds for so long, wound up siding with Scott and ultimately saving his life, more than once, and doing everything he could to keep him safe and out of harm’s way, no matter how bad things got on his end. 

Even when Scott knew that he would do anything in his power to protect his friends, he still didn’t get it. 

Not really. 

At least. 

Not until Jennifer.

Not until he realized that he would die for them. 

Not until he realized that he would take any enemy head on, even on his own, if it meant saving them. 

Not until he realized that, no matter how hard he tried to keep them all safe, they would never let him do it alone. 

Not until he realized that, no matter how much he might want to push them away, they would only get closer. 

Not until he realized that these weren’t just his friends. 

They were his family. 

They were his pack. 

And no matter what happened. 

They always would be. 

So when Jennifer asked him if he really thought his friends were going to be able to save their parents. 

When she put up that mountain ash barrier, thinking she had saved herself, thinking she had won. 

Scott wasn’t afraid. 

He wasn’t worried. 

Because he had his friends. 

His family. 

His pack. 

And Jennifer had nothing. 

And so he stood up. 

And he looked her right in the eyes. 

And he stepped towards that barrier. 

And he stepped through. 

Here's my post for Day 1 of @scottappreciation week!

I'm a new fan and am only halfway through Season 4, and I wasn't planning to start writing (much less posting) any fan fiction until I finished the show, but my friend told me about this event, and since the first prompt was Season 2 centric, I figured I could get away with it.

Hope you enjoy! :)

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Happy birthday to my blog!!!!! She turns 11 today!!! 11 years ago I started this page to test my writing skills. Y’all over 7.4K of you believe that I’m a good writer!! 🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 you have no idea how much that means to me!!!

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!! I love you guys!!

[faircatchwriting]

I feel like I should point out that the only reason - THE ONLY REASON - I ever watched MTV's Teen Wolf is because of gifs I saw on Tumblr.

The only reason I read fanfiction was because of links on Tumblr.

So really, if ever my Teen Wolf fanfictions are uncovered upon my death, please place all blame on Tumblr.

Thank you.

[messylustt]

hii since u said you’d do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesn’t like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and it’s like a angry love confession and maybe smut?

++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds💗💗

you’re my friend, not theirs — stiles stilinski + reader ( teen wolf ) : stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins.

contents : jealous!stiles. kissing. sorry no actual p in v. i need to watch teen wolf again — that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweettt

"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.

You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were said—by your strange friend group—to be alphas.

Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.

"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.

You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.

Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"

"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.

"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.

"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.

Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."

"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.

"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.

"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.

"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.

"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.

"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at Lydia—Allison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."

Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.

Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"

You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.

You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.

"Shit— sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.

One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"

He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.

You nod. "Nice to meet you."

He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.

Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."

"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.

Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."

Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."

"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.

You chuckle. "Again—Lydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.

Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gaze—he followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.

What the hell were you talking about?—Stiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.

When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.

A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.

Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.

At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.

But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.

You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being empty—the laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."

"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.

Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."

"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.

Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"

Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"

"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"

"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."

"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalion—"

"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.

"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"

"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"

"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."

"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.

"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.

"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."

Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."

You scoff. "I'm not."

You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."

"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"

And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"

Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.

"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"

"You...like me?" You slowly ask.

Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.

Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."

"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.

He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.

Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.

But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.

"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.

"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.

"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."

You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.

"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.

Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.

"Oh, god— please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."

Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."

Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. “All for me."

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[ily-tothecore]

sterek fic recs - all completed

i struggle big time when it comes to finding good sterek fic recs, so i thought i'd make a list of some of the soft fics i've found along the way.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - i've gone back to this one multiple times. it's got pack mum stiles, awesome character development for derek, their romantic relationship comes together naturally, and you even get jackson and stiles as best friends, which is one of my favourite tropes in teen wolf fan fiction. their relationship had so much potential to be fucking awesome and the writers just brushed over it, so i adore that fan fic writers love to build on it.

something more by kaistrex (weishen) - i actually really loved this one, the characterization is near perfect and it was so fucking romantic? the way their whole relationship comes to be is just so sweet and stiles makes it so simple and easy for derek, there's no pushing, no yelling, barely any angst. it's just a really wholesome fic which is honestly my favourite kind. i like the easy love kind of stories.

five times stiles woke up in derek's bed unexpectedly, and the one time it was on purpose by isthatbloodonhshsirt (wasterella) - this one is just super cheeky and soft; stiles keeps getting into rough situations and wakes up in derek's bed after every one. it's a whole lot of sweet fluff and stiles being insanely oblivious. good for when you want an easy and fun sterek read. i also recommend going through the entirety of this authors works, they have some really great fics, such as five time stiles fell out of a window and the one time he jumped and it's not pretend when it's real.

dysfunctional domesticity by yodasyoyo - a short and sweet christmas one shot, it's absolutely adorable and derek is a cheeky shit, i absolutely loved this one. i typically prefer longer fics, but i do enjoy a good one shot to get a quick fix of the ship i'm after.

gracious in defeat by yodasyoyo - another one from this author, i do recommend going through their works as well, they have some really sweet stories. this one is a soft one about stiles going to stay with derek to try and escape the hell that is being trapped in beacon hills. there is so much domestic bliss in this story, it felt so pretty to read, if that makes sense. there is a small bit of angst, but it gets resolved pretty quickly. i'd definitely read this more than once. derek is so vulnerable in this fic, and the characterization was great.

click here for part two of my sterek fic recs :)

[stereknation]

Howlin' For You by Lenore 

Summary: A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

Rating: Explicit 

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski 

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Mystery, Crimes & Criminals, First Time, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Protectiveness, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Not Werewolves, Case Fic, DramaAction/Adventure

Words: 33,050

Chapters: 1/1

[alphasfic-blog]

Finally posting these. Chose Archive of Our Own because I love the site, the community, the interface. Hope yall enjoy. 

& no, the series isn’t done. The third book is set to be an anthology style of stories.

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You 30.1

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

PENTHOUSE

You sat at the breakfast bar with a fifth cup of coffee in your hand and the laptop with several tabs opened right in front of you. After getting back to the penthouse yesterday, you had tried to get some sleep. But you couldn't sleep with that feeling in the pit of your stomach, and every time you had tried to close your eyes all you could picture was the strange look on Stiles' face. Just thinking about it again, you could remember the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, causing the area to feel hot again.

You shivered, placing your own hand over shoulder to make the feeling go away. You clicked to open the tab to reread about William Barrow. You had reread the page several times during the night trying to make a connection between him and Stiles but to no avail. And it didn't help there was barely anything online about a kitsune and a nogitsune.

You could hear the faint sound of the bedroom doors opening and closing before Brett and Lori appeared from the hallway and making their way towards the kitchen.

"Morning," you greeted them both, eyes still glued to the screen of the laptop. "I bought groceries yesterday, help yourselves to whatever you like."

"Did you drink a whole pot of coffee?"

You glanced up to see Brett holding the empty coffee pot in his hand and looking at you in disbelief.

"Maybe." You shrugged. You closed the laptop shut. "I have somewhere to be, so I need you guys to catch the bus to school today." you grabbed your wallet out of your jacket pocket and pulled out whatever cash you had in there. "This should be enough for the day." You placed it on the counter top. "I also put a copy of the key in each of your backpacks and you each have a phone, ok. Listen, I won’t be around as much, but if you need anything just call me."

"What do you mean? You’re not staying here?" Lori asked.

"Uhm, no." You answered awkwardly. Brett stood beside his sister and crossed his arms. Without a word, they waited for an explanation. You didn't feel you needed one but sighed anyway and replied, "I figured you could both use the space. It's pretty clear there are some...grudges and I don't want to overstep. I dont want you guys to feel like im mothering you."

You paused a moment to look at Brett. You were almost certain he would’ve explained it to his sister. You then looked to Lori. “I think it’s better this way. I don’t know how many hunters are out there right now looking for me.”

“Right.” Brett drawled sarcastically. “What about those things back at the hospital? The ones that attacked those girls?”

“I don’t have a reason to believe they’d come after you.” You stared quizzically. “They didn’t attack, they just marked them. To make sure they weren’t possessed.” You folded your arms across your chest, in thought.

“What if we’re possessed?” He folded his arms across his chest as well. “What if hunters find us while looking for you?”

You blinked. You didn’t take that part into account; you thought distancing yourself from them would be better. But now, you were starting to believe that maybe it wasn’t the best decision. They were old enough to watch after themselves, but that didn’t mean they should.

“You’re right,” you nodded, “I didn’t think of that.” You admitted. “I’ll come back tonight.” You gathered your things, leaving the laptop closed on the breakfast counter. “And who knows,” You said as you walked away from the breakfast counter, “I just might return with your new den daddy!”

“What the fu—?” Brett’s profanity was cut off by you shutting the front door behind you.

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you waited for the elevator to reach your floor. Maybe you were serious, maybe you weren’t. You didn’t really have many options, except for one person. But even then, you weren’t sure how much help Derek would be or if he would even agree.

You entered the elevator and pressed the button for Chris Argent’s floor. Right now, you needed to find out how many hunters were on your tail and if any of them were in Beacon Hills. And maybe ask for a favor or two.

As the elevator door opened on Argent’s floor, you were surprised to see Isaac and Alison standing just in the hallway waiting for the elevator as well.

Isaac was, just as equally if not more, surprised to see you in the elevator. He tilted his head and pointed a finger at you, looking between the lights on top of the elevator door and then back at you.

“Hey, Isaac. Alison.” You decided to greet first. “I’m just…looking for your dad.”

Alison looked to Isaac. “He’s home.” She replied rather dryly. “What do you want with him?”

“Are you coming from the penthouse?” Isaac finally mustered out.

“I am.” You decided to be honest. “It’s a bit of a long story. But i think you have some explaining to do also?” You eyed Alison. "Anyway," you stepped out of the elevator, "you know where to find me now." You told Isaac.

"What do you want with my dad?" Allison repeated her question.

“I just need to talk to him.” You exasperated. "Now, go, or you'll both be late for school." you gently shoved them both towards the inside of the elevator. You pressed your hands on the sides of the elevator to prevent the doors from closing, “Isaac, one more thing.” You stared at him with pleading eyes, “don’t tell Derek I’m here.”

“Yeah, done.” He replied rather quickly, "is everything ok? with you?"

You glanced at Allison one more time, "We can talk later." You answered after a moment. "Just us, Cora and Erica, ok?" You hesitated a moment before looking at Allison, "I know im in no position to ask, but I could really use your help too. Can you guys... keep an eye on Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Allison perked, "whats wrong with Stiles?"

"Nothing, I dont think. Thats why I need to talk to your dad," you half lied. "He just seems different to me. I dont know. Just please, and dont make it obvious." You added.

Isaac and Allison nodded at you. You smiled, thanking the two kids and began to push yourself away from the elevator.

“Wait," Isaac held the doors open himself this time, "Are you and Derek like…breaking up?” He pushed.

You grabbed his wrists to remove his hands, pressed the arrow down button and waved at the kids as the elevator doors began to close.

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"Calavera." Chris repeated the name. "Yeah, I'm familiar with them, they're a family of hunters from Mexico." He added. "I haven't heard from them in a while. Why?"

You leaned back in the chair and sighed. "Gerard heard through some stupid Hunter network, or," you pinched the bridge of your nose remembering the little details, "I don't know, some chick Braeden told him that she was after me."

"Gerard?" Chris questioned. "My father Gerard?"

"Yeah," you dropped your hand from your face, "he bribed me out of Eichen house to tell me that and more." You noticed just the faintest twitch in Argent's expression and the evident change in his scent and knew right away. "I'm guessing it's not a surprise to you that he knew where I was but that he got me out?"

"I dont know how he found out," he admits, "I told him about your condition and that was it. You’re not really his favorite either, so I have no idea why he would—.”

"I dont care," you replied with defeat, "I just need your help. I know we're in no position to help each other but I'm literally begging you, Chris. Please." He looked away from you, contemplating. "I dont know why you saved me all those years ago or even why you continued to help me, but please. It's just for a while, lead her away from me."

Chris clicked his tongue in frustration. "For Araya, this isn't just a code to them. It's law. She could end up killing me or Allison if we got in her way."

"So on a scale of screwed and totally screwed, I'm completely and utterly screwed?"

Chris softly called your name, "Maybe...your best option is to leave Beacon Hills."

You stared at him. That was one thing you were hoping to never hear again. Beacon Hills was your home, your family and your friends were here. You've been away for too long, and certainly a lot has changed but it was still home to you.

"I can't." You shook your head.

"You're putting everyone in danger by staying here."

"I know. But I cant just leave." A beat. "I have two betas upstairs with nowhere else to go and who lost their alpha because of me. And I know you and Derek think maybe I had something to do with what happened with Kira or William Barrow—,"

"We don't—,"

"But you’re thinking it aren’t you? Derek tried to send me away because of it. You weren't there to witness it either times, but my howl is dangerous. I mean what if it not only fills werewolves with rage and makes them go feral but what if it can also attract other creatures?"

Chris furrowed his brows and waited for you to continue. Of course he already knew about that little detail since Deaton told him. Maybe even entertained the idea you called the nogitsune as well, but just like before, something wasn’t adding up to him. So he stayed quiet.

"Thats partially why I cant leave Beacon Hills right now. If I could just talk to Katashi or even take a look at the bestiary again, then maybe I can find the answers to my questions."

"Katashi is most likely halfway home by now. He's already told us everything he knows." he stated. "And, did you just call it a bestiary? That's Gerard's, he wont hand it to me. And theres nothing in there about Ultimas, I've looked. Nothing about the fox spirits either." Argent leaned over his desk, "If you want my help leading the hunters away, then im gonna need you to start talking."

You stayed quiet a moment and without a single thought to it you blurted, "I think Stiles is being possessed by the nogitsune."

Chris fell back in his chair. He looked like he had gone through the five stages of grief in just five seconds before he turned to you again, speechless.

"I know it sounds crazy, but--"

"There's no 'but', Y/N. Have you seen Stiles?"

"I have." You said matter of factly. "Thats why I'm telling you, he's not himself." A beat. "The girls, they told me everything that happened the night William Barrow took Kira. They showed me where he held her captive, they told me what Stiles confessed to them about what happened back at the school, and that night at the hospital, Stiles, was...different. He smelled different, acted different. It was.. kind of scary being around him." You admitted.

He stared at you.

"I know how it sounds, ok. I don't want to believe it, but... I can just feel it. And I think he did, too."

"It could be why the oni didn't mark you." He said thoughtfully. "Ok," Chris sighed. "I will help you lead Araya and the other Calaveras away from Beacon Hills. But after we help Stiles, you need to leave. For everyone's safety."

You thought about the last statement a while. It wasn't ideal for you, but thinking about it more and more, it was starting to look like the better option. For everyone else.

"Ok," you nodded. "Then i'm gonna need one more tiny favor."

Chris nodded.

"Don't tell, Derek. Or Scott. Not until we're one hundred percent sure it's Stiles. And maybe not tell Derek I live here now?"

Chris nodded. You gave him a quick smile before pushing yourself up out of the chair. He inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat, earning your attention again. "How are you doing? Are you ok?" He asked.

You froze for a second before slowly sinking back into the chair. "I'm ok." You answered. "I mean, i have a lot on my mind now. Back at Eichen house they had me dosed up like the rest of the other patients, so..I feel..ok."

"I know its not my place to..ask. But Isaac, he's been hanging around Allison a lot."

You tilted your head, puzzled.

"They... kissed." He grumbled.

"Are they dating?"

"Maybe. I dont know." He shook his head, as if the conversation made him uncomfortable more than protective. "I just need to know who to go to if he ever crosses the line with my daughter. I know he's staying with Melissa and Scott, right now--."

"I didn't know that." You cut him off. "If he's part of Scott's pack now.."

"I know. But i'm more worried about you." He added. "I don't want to force you to react in a way you dont want to."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." You stood up from the chair this time. "I'll talk to Isaac. I'll make sure he behaves."

[bmckay1120]

The Healer

Summary: After Chris Argent is left on her doorstep it falls to Brylee McCall to take care of him. Old feelings start churning and she’s not sure how to handle them while her new house guest settles in.

Pairings: Chris Argent x Brylee McCall and past Derek Hale x Brylee McCall

Warnings: Blood, nursing things , lots of fluff in this part!!

*Not my Gif but all my writing!!

Part 3

As the day progressed so did his infection. It was as if nothing I threw at it worked. His fever would drop then spike again. The red lines thankfully didn’t grow, but they refused to recede. One promising sign was he had gained an appetite. He held down soup and crackers well, though I didn’t want to risk him eating anything heavier.

Chris refused to go to bed during the day. However he dozed on the couch for a little while in the afternoon. Anytime I mentioned moving to the guest room, he brushed me off. Claiming he wasn’t tired, which was a lie anyone could see. And that he wanted to be alert for a few more hours. I couldn’t determine if he was afraid to go back to sleep, or if he felt something might be coming for the house. Maybe he was afraid of the beast that had attacked him.

I hadn’t ever seen the man afraid before. Scared. He was steel through and through. So seeing this softer, more vulnerable side of him was something new for me. I had watched him slay beasts, chase my brother, and hunt down Derek. It was harder than I realized watching him be a weaker version of himself.

Dark rolled around and I finally coaxed him into the bed of my guest room. To his displeasure I pampered him and made sure he was comfortable. With the placement of his new scar it was difficult finding a position that didn’t agitate it. Eventually, with more pillows than I could count and at least fifty flips, we finally found something that controlled the pain.

I had checked his wound along with his vitals one more time before finally leaving him for the night. I set an alarm for three to check him again. I was hoping the new round of antibiotics would send him to sleep. He wouldn’t take any kind of pain killer despite how much he was hurting.

I took a fast shower. Cleaning up blood I had missed and the overall stench of gore. Once I slipped into my pajamas I allowed myself to relax in bed. The softness of the mattress overtook me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Too soon I was woken by a loud thud and a groan. I was up on my feet in less than a second, rushing into the guest bedroom. Chris was laying on the floor, blood pooling on his tee shirt, looking more annoyed than I had ever seen him.

His blush still hadn’t left his cheeks. I kneeled beside him, “What are you doing?”

He let out a huff of annoyance. “Just wanted some water. Thought I had the strength to make it to the kitchen.”

“Well, you don’t. You should have called me.”

He only groaned again in response. Most likely he had torn some stitches loose. His IV was still placed in his arm and everything else looked to be normal. Though I feared his fever was starting to spike again with the sweat covering his forehead.

I slowly sat him up to face me. “You’re going to have to help me get you back into bed. Hold on to me and I’ll help you stand.”

Easily he stood up, leaning heavily on me. The warmth coming from him was unnatural. Once he was up I eased him back into bed, lifting his feet to rest comfortably like we had done before. Only I laid him down a little flatter than before so I could look at his wound.

As I pulled up the tape I saw four ripped stitches which had already stopped bleeding. I let out a huff of my own. Without another word to him I went to the exam room, grabbed gloves and a suture kit, then poured him a glass of water. He was fidgeting with the IV line when I entered.

“I’m sorry,” he said while I sat down on the bed and started getting things ready to stitch him up again. “I really thought I could make it. I didn’t want to wake you.”

The red lines and puffiness were still prominent around his three slashes. If they didn’t clear up soon I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I doubted he would let me take him to Beacon Hills for treatment. Not to mention, how was I going to explain his condition to the doctors?

“It’s okay, just please don’t do this again. I don’t have enough suture kits to replace all of your stitches,” I answered as I put on my gloves.

He smiled at me. “Okay.”

“Do you want something to numb the area,” I asked, though I knew the answer before he gave it to me.

“No, thanks.”

I set to work, cleaning the area and trying to keep any other kind of bacteria out of the wound. I don’t know how he was sitting still. With the infection I was sure that the edges of the deep slash were extra sensitive. But the only sign of discomfort that he showed was furrowing his brow and grinding his teeth.

As I started the first stitch I asked him a question. Something to distract him a little from what I was doing. “So where did you go when you left last year?”

“What,” he asked, not taking his eyes from my hands on his side.

“You never said where you were going when you left. A few hunters that came in two months ago said they knew you, and saw you in Virginia,” I continued my work. Undoing the broken stitch and replacing it with a new clean one.

“I ended up in Virginia before I was called here. But when I left I was only a few counties away. My wife grew up there, and I knew a few hunters who could get me some work,” he answered.

“You don’t talk about her often.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as I pulled another broken stitch. “There’s not much to talk about really. We weren’t… in love. We really only married each other out of necessity, mixed with a bit of loneliness. When she died it was more like losing a good friend rather than a wife.”

“That sounds…”

“Sad, I know. But it worked for us. And it gave us Allison.”

I wondered if he would have gone back and changed anything now. If he wished that something hadn’t brought him to Beacon Hills. If he wished he had never married Allison’s mother so he wouldn’t have the heartbreak of losing them both. But he seemed a little better about it now. Not bitter about how things ended for him. Rather just nostalgic.

“Are you still seeing your lover boy,” he asked in a playful tone.

I yanked a little harder on the next stitch that I pulled out. “What lover boy?”

“Derek. I thought you two had become an item when I left,” he said a little more cautiously.

I thought back to the few sparse nights Derek and I had spent together. It made me wonder how Chris had known about it. We had never told anyone else about it. Mostly because I didn’t want to freak out Scott. And Derek wasn’t one to go prancing around about the details of his love life.

Fighting the blush that came to my cheeks I continued to tie the new stitch together. “It wasn’t really anything. Didn’t last long. I was sad, and lonely. He was too.”

This isn’t the conversation I had in mind to distract him. It felt weird talking to him about my love life. About Derek, whom he’d tried to hunt down on multiple occasions. About any of my past romances in general.

I started on the final torn stitch. Pulling it out slowly and steadily. Then starting on threading and tying the new one. I felt the strap of my tank top fall off of my shoulder as I worked. But with my hands gloved and in the middle looping thread through an open wound, I couldn’t reach up and fix it.

One strong finger looped under the strap and returned it to its rightful place. His gentleness tickled my skin, making chill bumps appear on my skin. I repressed the shiver that threatened to run down my spine. When he was done his fingers still lingered close to my skin. “It’s his loss,” he whispered.

I went on as if I didn’t hear him. As if the words didn’t send butterflies into my stomach. Like nothing had transpired between us. But the warmth of his fingers still lingered on my skin. And that feeling alone made me want to burst at the seams.

“Where will you go after this,” I asked. Trying to shake everything his nearness made me feel.

He finally let his hand drop back to the bed, making sure to keep some distance from my bare thigh. “It depends on a lot of things. How fast I get out of here, and if Maddie and Josh have caught the monster two counties over yet. Are you determined to get rid of me?”

“With your condition, I won’t be getting rid of you anytime soon. You’ll need some time to recover, and kick this infection.”

“You don’t look too happy,” he said, his eyes starting to fade again as his energy started to deplete.

I finished the last stitch and returned the bandage to where it rested before. I’d put a fresh one on him in the morning. Slipping off my gloves I put everything in the bag of the suture kit to throw away later. I finally looked at those blue eyes of his. “I’m not happy about your condition. I am happy that you’re in my care though.”

Small, tired smiles filled both of our features.

[wolfboy88]

For Kinktober 2023 & Spooktober 2023

Rated Explict - 3k - One Shot - Thiam and Theo/Liam/Derek/Jordan/Boyd/Halwyn

Summary: Theo finds himself the sacrificial lamb at a surprise initiation.

Key Tags: Halloween Party, Frat House, Cabin in the Woods, Ghostface and Group Sex