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usermischief · 1 year

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♙Pairing: Stackson ♙Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore ♙Warnings/Tags: slice of life, road trip, established relationship ♙Words: 990 ♙Dialogue Prompt: "We're not asking the dragon for directions." ♙Mini Fic Roulette: 32/∞

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“Dude, we’re not asking the dragon for directions.”

Stiles squints at the questionably majestic creature standing on the sidewalk in the burning sun, waving a sign for Lenny’s Diner around. “I’m not spending another hour in your Porsche, Whittemore.” As great as this car is, it’s not at all suitable for a 6-hour long road trip. But they’ve been in here for almost 8 hours now, and Stiles really needs to move, or he is going to kill someone. “Also, that’s a dinosaur.”

Jackson squints into the sun. “It has wings.”

“You do know dinosaurs with wings existed, right?”

“Not looking like this,” Jackson shoots back, and he does slow down the car, although Stiles can’t say for sure if it’s because of the sun getting dangerously low or the realization that they do have to talk to someone to find their way to the cabin they rented.

Stiles runs his hands over his face. “Jackson, I love you, I do, but if you don’t let me ask for directions, they’re going to find parts of your body in multiple states.” As stubborn as Stiles is, nothing beats Jackson’s pride. There aren’t many ways around it, but Stiles found two that usually help. One of them is bribing him with sex, the other is threatening to kill him. It really depends on his mood which one he chooses. The fact that the latter works should probably be at least somewhat concerning. That means Jackson either thinks Stiles is capable of murder — and getting away with it — or he knows that he only threatens to dump his body all over the US when he’s at the end of his patience.

Muttering something under his breath Stiles doesn’t catch, Jackson sets the blinker and brings the car to a stop.

Stiles opens the window, instantly hating the humid air pushing into the car. How this mascot survives in this heat is beyond him. “Hey, sorry.”

The dinosaur wanders over to them. Up close, the costume does look like a dragon. Stiles grimaces. “‘Sup?” The guy pushes the head up to reveal a confident smile and an impressive amount of freckles. His green eyes jump from Stiles to Jackson and back again. “Nice car.”

“Thanks,” Jackson replies tersely and seemingly a lot more interested in whatever is going on on the other side of the street.

“Sorry to bother you,” Stiles says, turning on his seat to face the guy directly, “but we’re looking for Ithaca Falls, and I think we ended up taking a wrong turn.” Or three. It’s hard to tell since Jackson insisted he knew exactly where he was going when he clearly didn’t. The next time they go on a no-phones vacation, they leave them in the car when they arrive instead of nightstands at home. But they both know they will not have any sort of relaxation with their phones anywhere near them, not as a lawyer and an FBI agent for the supernatural. Their jobs are crazy, and the only reason their relationship works out in the first place is with strict rules and the bonus of working the same case on multiple occasions.

“Yeah, so, you passed the exit already,” Mascot Man chuckles and leans against the hood of the car despite Jackson’s withering stare. "You gotta go back— you got a phone or a map or somethin'? I could show you." He takes his head off, revealing a mess of red curls plastered to his sweaty forehead.

"No, sorry." Stiles contemplates. He's never going to remember the way, and he doesn't trust Jackson to do so either after getting them in this mess in the first place. "Could you write it down?" Stiles opens the glovebox. The one thing about him is that he's got pens and notebooks everywhere in case he's got to write something down for his job, or simply because he needs to remember something.

The guy nods and takes the notebook with a grin. "Sure, hold on. It's not far," he explains while taking a glove off with his teeth. "Just a bitch to find."

Raising a brow, Stiles turns to Jackson and mouths, "Map, asshole."

Jackson merely rolls his eyes. He'd never admit that they'd never find it without this guy's help, no matter how complicated the way ends up being.

When the guy is done writing, he hands the notebook back in.

"Thank you." Stiles puts the notebook on his leg, contemplating the instructions briefly. It's really not that far, around thirty minutes by the looks of it.

"You're welcome," the guy grins. "And if you're hungry, Lenny's diner is just around the corner."

This finally got Jackson's attention. He leans towards the window and peers at their helper, placing his hand so high on his thigh, everyone and their brother knows he has intimate knowledge of every inch of Stiles’ dick. "We're good, thanks." He revs the engine and all but shoots away from the curb.

With a tight smile, Stiles pats his boyfriend’s hand before squeezing his fingers. "Seriously."

Jackson sets the blinker, so intent on leaving the mascot behind, he doesn't even bother to make a U-turn. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” Funnily enough, Lydia warned him about how irrationally possessive Jackson can become — not just when it comes to him. He’s also exceptionally possessive when it comes to his best friend, Danny. Jackson made it abundantly clear multiple times that Danny is, in fact, Jackson’s best friend. It’s only funny as long as you don’t look too close.

“He’s a very polite dragon,” Stiles replies softly.

Jackson squeezes his thigh with a smile. “Well, where’d he tell us to go?”

They don’t always apologize, but sometimes admitting they were wrong is just as good. Yawning, Stiles sinks deeper into his seat. “We gotta go left behind the next target then head east for a bit.”

Jackson nods and sets the blinker.

#stackson #jackson whittemore #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #minificroulette #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:stackson

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miasmal-sweetness · 3 months

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Needle in to a bug (part 1)

I might be the only one in the world who fantasizes about a yandere Derek Stiles and Victor Niguel, but that won’t stop me baby. I know the games imply Derek likes older strong women, but I think he’d like a cute submissive little loser deep down that can’t leave him and that always gives him the confidence boost he needs.

(yes the title is from repo...)

Summary: 1.9k. Derek Stiles’ kind offer to treat you, for old times’ sake, comes with a cost after all. Now you’re left wondering how to escape the clutches of a crazed, genius surgeon—and why he bothered to take you in the first place.

Pairing: yandere!Derek Stiles x reader x (in the future) yandere!Victor Niguel

Warnings: kidnapping, bondage, needles, blood, surgery, general medfet, drugging, paralysis/improperly performed anesthesia, intubation, probably a slowburn lolol, continuing my trend of no proofreading

MDNI – NSFW – 18+ only – take care of yourself

part 1 part 2 part 3

Needle in to a bug (part 1)

It’s cold when you wake. Your body is sore. Aching. Burning from the fresh wound you were silly enough to hope wasn’t really on your stomach. You squint your eyes at the bright ceiling light above you and tried to figure out where each piece of your body is. Hands… behind you, under your tailbone. They’re bound tightly. Your feet are no better. Were it not for the copious amounts of drugs your kidneys were desperately trying to get rid of, your heart would have started racing.

Your head lies against the cool porcelain of a bathtub, which only furthers your alarm, since your apartment does not have one. You’re in some very nice, very modern bathroom in someone else’s expensive apartment, with your hands and feet tied up. You don’t want to see the wound on your belly, but you look at it anyway and groan at the sight.

A long red stripe that had once begun to reveal your innards is now lovingly, painfully sewn back together with incredibly neat sutures. Maybe it’s the drugs, but you swear you can feel every millimeter of wire sliding through your flesh as you writhe in the bathtub. Even though you’re freezing, you’re still sweating. Your hair is damp. You smell. Your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton and you’re praying that you’ve just experienced the worst hook-up ever.

But it’s too real. The rawness in your throat from being intubated—a requirement, unless you wanted to die of hypoxia when you were given the succinylcholine. Paralytics work on your respiratory muscles, too. You can remember every moment his scalpel touched you, every moment you lay on that table and hated yourself for entering this place, for agreeing to it.

“You… you…”

Doctor Stiles—Derek, he had told you to call him—stayed his hand. Finally. Sense had returned to this man. As your blood ran down your belly, his dilated pupils fixated on your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t frown, couldn’t even breathe on your own, but he could still see the terror in your eyes. The venom. Hatred and desperation.

“You’re beautiful,” he finally breathed. He slammed his hand down on to your belly. He knew it hurt you. He swirled his fingers around in your blood and viscera, letting the pads feel every tiny detail of the layers of fat and skin the incision revealed. “You—I… I-I want to keep you.”

Your brain eventually called it quits and decided to spare itself further trauma by shuttling blood away from itself, letting you slip in to unconsciousness. Not before you got to experience the horror of him slipping fingers under your skin while you were wide awake and paralyzed, though. And now, you’re here, in your torturer’s bathroom.

Your writhing and groaning must have been louder than you realized, because you soon hear footsteps and come face to face with the reason you’re here.

“Good morning.” Derek smiles widely at you and crouches down by the tub. He’s half-dressed in an undershirt and scrub bottoms, and it reveals enough of his arms to you that you know you can’t take him in a fight. “Are you hurting, honey?”

“Yes,” you croak, narrowing your eyes up at him. You wriggle again, shifting and sliding your ankles against each other. You can feel the bones of your wrists and ankles rubbing against each other, and even in just this span of time, it feels like they’re going to wear down every layer of skin between them. “Let me go, please.”

You sound pathetic and slow, and it brings a stupidly pleased grin to his face. His pupils dilate as he takes you in, admiring his own work on your abdomen. He wants to touch it, he almost does—but he stops when he remembers that he hasn’t washed his hands.

“I’m sure you’re thirsty,” Derek says, ignoring your demand. “You did great during surgery, but I think it’s best to take it slow with your diet. We can start with clears, okay?”

“Let me go,” you order again.

“You can get painkillers every two hours,” he continues to prattle, “I can get you your next dose right now.”

You growl and squirm beneath him, and you hate that he just looks so fucking happy about it. “Let. Me. Go!” you bark—immediately falling in to a coughing fit from the tickle left in your throat by the endotracheal tube removed only hours ago.

Derek’s smile changes. It’s less gleeful now. His hand lowers to rest over your chest, over your thumping heart. “It’s common to be dazed after anesthesia, so let me explain,” he says, in a slow voice. “I don’t have to give you the pain medicine. I can just leave you here like this if you aren’t going to be… compliant.”

You want to tell him to take his pain medicine and shove it up his ass, but you don’t. Because this hurts like a bitch and if you’re going to die, you might as well not die in horrible pain. So you grit your teeth and nod and ignore the agonal gasp inside you from your dignity as you let it die.

“Good! I’m glad we have an understanding,” Derek chirps, standing back up. “I’ll get you your dose. You just try to relax.”

Asshole.

He doesn’t take long to come back with a syringe. It’s needleless, to your surprise. More surprising is when he takes your upper arm and connects the syringe to a catheter jutting out from your flesh. A PICC. He placed a PICC in you while you were sleeping. You don’t want to think about what else he might have done to you while you were out.

Whatever is in the syringe, it’s cold and it tingles when it’s injected. Derek gives it slowly, tapping at the syringe so you get only a tiny push each time. He looks so calm. So at ease, like he really is just taking care of a patient in a hospital, and not drugging a person he has tied up in his bathtub after slicing them open. And for what? What reason, what purpose? Had he stolen an organ from you? Was that why he did this?

“Why?” you finally croak, squinting up at him. The lights feel like they’re getting brighter, but you know it’s probably just the massive dose of whatever painkiller it is that he’s giving you.

“Why? To keep you comfortable, of course.”

“No—why did you do this to me?” you say through your teeth. Half out of irritation, half because it’s getting harder to coordinate your brain and your body.

“Oh.” Derek finally removes the syringe. He cleans the catheter, caps it, and sets the syringe aside to sit down on the floor next to you. The only thing between you and him is the wall of the tub. And your bindings, of course. He parts his lips, ready to recount his version of the events, but is stopped by the sound of his phone buzzing. “Damn… I have to get going.”

“Wh-what?” you squawk, beginning to thrash again. It’s slower this time, like the dying twitches of a fish. “You’re leaving me here?” This man slices you open, kidnaps you, drugs you, and then ditches you in his bathtub? What if you need to pee?

“You’ll be okay,” Derek assures. He reaches out for you as he speaks, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him from cupping your cheek. You can tell that your heart wants to race, but it can’t. “That dose will last a while. Just sleep, and I’ll be back before you know it.”

Fuck. If you could at least get your feet undone or be anywhere other than the bathtub, you might have a chance of… worming your way to a door, you suppose. “But—but…” He’s looking at you, waiting, even though you can tell he is antsy about leaving by the shaking of his knee. “Wh-what if I have to use the bathroom?”

Derek beams and laughs, giving your cheek a light slap. “Oh, that’s what you’re worried about? It’s no problem; that’s why you’re in the bath,” he explains, pulling his hand away from you. You hadn’t realized just how warm it was until it was gone. “I’ll be back after work, and then we can talk, okay?”

Well, if he was going to leave, you could at least scream for help without the fear of what he’d do to you. With your new plan in place, you settle in to your miserable position and shut your eyes, only to feel his fingertips brushing against your neck. You don’t need to open your eyes to feel him hovering over you, but you do when you feel something rough against your throat.

“Wh—” You shut your mouth. Something sharp is pointed against the underside of your chin and the top of your chest. You can still feel it when your mouth is closed, but it doesn’t dig in like it did when you tried speaking. You try to get a look at the device, but you can’t angle your head that way, so you settle for grunting and widening your eyes at him.

“In case you feel like getting rowdy,” Derek explains, tightening the strap of the collar. A plain black collar, altered to have sharp pieces of metal to make you suffer if you tried anything obnoxious. You look nice in it, he thinks, but you’d look better in pink. “No one will hear you, anyway—but I don’t need you setting off my alarm system while I’m away.”

When he had been cutting in to you and relishing the warmth of your blood, he had looked crazed and frantic, and that made you hope that he would have been sloppy. Maybe he’d forget to lock something, or he’d tie your ropes too loosely. But now you saw that those eyes that you once saw as friendly and warm were cold and calculating, and the only warmth came from his glee at your plight.

“I’ll be back, cutie,” Derek says, brushing his hands off on his pants. He gives you a pat on the head, the pressure digging the pointed blade in to your flesh, and then leaves.

You hear him move around for a bit, getting dressed and gathering his things, before the loud thud of a door followed by silence tells you that he’s gone. You are alone. Trapped in a cold bathtub, feeling your hands and feet going numb, and unable to scream unless you want to impale yourself. You stare up at the ceiling. While the pain medication made you drowsy, it wasn’t enough to completely numb the discomfort of the hard surface underneath you.

Maybe when he comes back and gets this thing off your neck, you can ambush him? No, that won’t work. Maybe if you stay calm, he’ll be stupid and untie you—then you can run when the time is right. Maybe. You think about how that would go. You don’t know what lies outside the bathroom—in fact, you barely know what lies inside the bathroom, since the walls of the tub prevent you from seeing much. You attempts to think of an escape plan are thwarted by this, and you eventually find yourself counting the cracks in the ceiling.

The tiles. The spots on them. How many white marks between them. How many times you hear the air conditioning kick on and off. You count your own teeth and wonder if you’re supposed to have more or less. You count hard water stains on the dark tiled walls and hope that means you’re still close to home, since water at your place is always cloudy and a little funny tasting and leaves awful stains.

You count, count, count, until your body adjusts to the discomfort and lets you sleep.

#darkfic #dark fic #dark!Derek Stiles x reader #Derek Stiles x reader #mdni #18+ mdni #dark!Victor Niguel x reader #dark Trauma Center #i hate surgeons irl but i love this fuckin nerd #miasmal-writes #Victor Niguel x reader

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mirrorthoughts · 2 years

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For the writer ask: 🤲❌ 🤡

Thanks for asking! 💕🧡 (More questions here)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Right to the hard questions 😂😂😂 I haven't written a lot in the last few weeks, but let me see if I can find something a little older that I haven't posted yet! (Disclaimer: It's probably very rough and unedited 😂) Sooo, a snippet out of Part 2 of my TW/HP-Crossover Series P&S P.I. (Part 1 on AO3 & can be found on my Tumblr-Masterpost! (Come Back With Me))

He sighed in relief when he saw Harry nod, though his mentors brows had furrowed while he’d talked. Well. Beacon Hills had been a shit show since the Hales had reappeared in town. Stiles and the pack had been lucky to still be alive. “Marian, you heard him.” Harry spoke just a bit louder than before, sending a glance at the ceiling. “He’s a good kid, so tune it down, please?”

For a moment nothing happened. Then, the darkness seemed to lighten up and a ceiling light appeared right above them, bathing the hallway in enough light to see clearly. At the end of the hallway a door appeared and opened to reveal a huge person behind it. The person that Stiles guessed was Marian, was at least two heads taller and two times wider than him. They had a round face, a very impressive beard and were wearing a blue overall over what seemed like the upper part of the kind of robes magicians liked to wear. All in all Marian was striking a brilliant figure. Hell, Stiles wanted to have their confidence in being themselves when he grew up!

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Mmh... that's also not an easy answer... I actually have a few tropes I don't think I will ever write. Though of course, never is only so long until someone or something convinces you to do it anyway 😂

I guess right now a trope I don't see me ever writing is stuff like Sex Pollen or Fuck or Die or anything like that. Simply because, at least for me, those tropes are one, icky, and two, nothing that furthers my plot. I don't like to write sex scenes in general and while I can appreciate the intimacy and emotionality right before or after a sex scene mindless sex because of sex just isn't my cup of tea <.<...

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Now THIS question is hard on a completely different level 😂😂😂 Just because I have a memory like a sieve and I actually have to look up stuff I've written to answer it 😂 One moment, I'm going looking...

Alright, that gives you another snippet xD I think I have posted this here on Tumblr already, but I still love the story and this back and forth banter was the thing that made me write it because I just loved it xD (and of course, no it's not edited yet 😂)

„Why am I doing this again?“ Peter asked, eying the lecture hall full of students, talking to each other. The noise alone was reason enough to turn and leave, never mind that he had better things to do with his time. Talia looked over to him, raising an eyebrow. „Because I asked you to.“ „That doesn‘t sound like me,“ he snorted, shaking his head. When he looked up, Talia‘s eyes were glowing red. „Ah, right. You didn’t ‚ask‘ the nice way.“ This time she grinned. „That wouldn’t have worked on you anyway“ He looked over the horde of students he had to entertain in less than a minute. „True.“

#asks answered #sei's brain bubbles #sei's writing #seikaze #meggie-stardust #thanks for playing <3 #ask games

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seasons-of-death · 3 years

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pairing : stiles stilinski x reader

synopsis: a movie night with your friend brings up old memories.

word count: +700

warnings: fluff! scott being a massive cockblock

AN: I started watching teen wolf again (it was my first comfort show,,,) and I understand why preteen Rina was obsessed with this show

Your head was resting on top of your arms as you laid on Stiles’s bed, your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, the pinging of a phone causing you to tear your eyes away from it as you turned to look at Stiles, the boy sitting on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed.

“Who’s that?” you asked briefly as the boy picked up his phone, your attention now back on the movie.

“Scott, he wants to know what I’m doing right now.”

“Tell him we’re watching another one of my movies.” you said with a grin, knowing the negative response it would get from Scott. “Do you remember the time he wanted to join us, and almost puked halfway through that one?”

“Yeah, he never could look at Naomi Watts the same way again.” Stiles chuckled, putting his phone away as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl next to you. “Do you think it’s bad that we’re so desensitized to this?” he asked, pointing at the screen with his pinky as he shoved the popcorn into his mouth.

“I don’t think so. Besides, I don’t think a lady making dumplings out of–” you started saying, immediately regretting it. “Nevermind. It’s pretty bad.”

“We’ve seen worse.”

“Ugh, don’t even remind me!”

It wasn’t long until the two of you fell into another comfortable silence, the only thing to be heard was the noise coming from the tv, a mixture of dialogue and dramatic sound effects.

You weren’t even aware of the fact that your hand was now going through Stiles’s soft head of hair, the boy turning his head slightly in hopes that he’d figure out what you were doing, only to see your eyes fixated on the tv screen.

Even though he turned back to the screen, Stiles could barely focus on the movie, all his thoughts consumed by the gesture.

You turned your head only slightly, stealing glances at the boy’s side profile as he stared at the screen, the light coming from it revealing the slight pink tint on the boy’s cheek; the moment bringing an old memory back into your mind.

“Stiles, would you stop moving?” you groaned, softly smacking the back of the nine-year-old boy’s head.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to look at you with a sour expression.

“You have no right to complain! You just ruined my hard work!” you said, referencing the pink hair accessories scattered around his dark hair. “You’re the worst salon customer ever!”

You couldn’t help the wide smile taking over your face, a similar look on Stiles’s face as he turned to look at you. “What are you grinning about?” the boy asked teasingly, causing your cheeks to warm up as you looked away, pulling your hand away from his head, only to have him take hold of your wrist before you could.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” he said, gazing at you as his pink lips twisted into a small smile, and it wasn’t long until the two of you sat in silence, staring at one another as the only noise in the room was the movie playing in the background, long forgotten.

You couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering all over his face, all the details that you were familiar with still there; but in a way you couldn’t explain, it seemed like he had changed.

You didn’t even register the fact that your hand was now on Stiles’s cheek, using your thumb to softly stroke his cheek, the boy leaning into your touch as you did so, his eyes fixated on your lips.

The boy didn’t resist when you pulled his face closer to yours, giving you more confidence as you parted your lips slightly, closing the distance between the two of you as his soft lips met yours, his calloused hands enveloping around your face as he smiled into the kiss.

You were sure you’d never experienced anything like it; the sounds around you fading into the background as Stiles kissed you with urgency as one of his hands moved into your hair, the other one running down your neck, tasting the remnants of mint-flavored chewing gum on his lips.

Just as Stiles was slowly rising off the floor, you could hear the door opening, a new voice filling the room. “I brought sn- oh my God!” Scott shouted, startling Stiles as he jumped away from you, all of the things in Scott’s hands dropping to the floor. “This is more disturbing than any movie you’ve made me watch.”

#stiles x reader #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles fluff #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf

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realityescapee01 · 2 years

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Lost sleep over a chimera

steo | Stiles x Theo

Stiles doesn't really get that much sleep. And it's not a secret to everyone.

So it wasn't a surprise that he lost sleep again with Theo.

Over what?

"Any news from Corey?" Stiles asked Theo walking beside him as they try to leave the woods.

Theo checked his phone. "No. Nothing."

Half the pack is in the woods and the other half in the tunnels. They were hunting down a rogue werecoyote.

Theo volunteered to get the woods. Stiles volunteered to go with him. Even though the chimera pack and the McCall pack merged months ago, Stiles still wanted to keep tabs on Theo.

Although Stiles has seen multiple times that Theo is not a threat anymore. He still wanted to keep watch on him. Whether out of suspicion or something else Stiles wouldn't admit.

During the whole chimera situation, whether Stiles likes to admit or not, he and Theo had an intimate relationship. Not the most positive one, but the one that is: -they saw each other murder someone- kind of intimacy.

Though those were orchestrated by Theo too, but from that, Stiles knew Theo could pull out his hidden, baser instincts and potentials but still be able to keep him in check.

But then Theo had to disappear. A lot of shit happened to Stiles.

Stiles couldn't help but think: what if Theo didn't disappear? Theo would most likely be with him all the time. And him with Theo. All the time. Just out of not letting each other reveal their murder cases.

But that would also mean, all those shit that happened to Stiles would most likely not happen at all or would go on the easier side of things. Being with Theo. Most likely protecting and saving him.

But that's all in the past now. There's nothing Stiles could do about it now. Only the present he can do something about. Like now, getting stuck in the woods with Theo.

Stiles doesn't feel scared at all. Because he has a werewolf/coyote with him. And then it started to get dark. They had to spend the night there.

Theo found them a good spot to stay the night. There is a cave and nice clearing ahead. Easy to see any danger approaching.

Theo made bed for Stiles out of palm leaves and his hoodie.

"Your bed is made, princess." Theo teased.

"Ugh!" Stiles just rolled his eyes. He got used to Theo and him teasing and joking and bantering at each other. "It's small. We can't fit in there."

"It's just for you. I'm sleeping outside." Theo made his way out.

Stiles wanted to protest but he was too tired to. So he just let Theo walk out. He laid down the makeshift bed and placed Theo's hoodie over himself. The scent instantly covered him.

He got used to Theo's scent now. Them being practically together all the time. Just like how Liam described it: soap, smells really nice. And a little bit of pine and mint. A little sweat too. But it still smells good. Stiles doesn't know why.

Stiles just drifted to sleep but was woken up again. And sees a side of Theo no one else does. And Theo is not proud of it.

Theo jolts up, screaming and grabbing at his chest. Afraid. That nightmare again. The one his heart was ripped out. That nightmare he lived the whole time he was dragged underground by the skinwalkers. It remained with him until now.

It always happens. Every night. That is why he slept outside the cave, far enough that he wouldn't wake Stiles from it. Theo sobbed shortly after that. Then tried to fall asleep again. Only to wake up the same way after just a few minutes.

Stiles heard and saw all of it. He was woken by the first shouts from Theo. He got curious and peeked outside for the chimera.

There he saw Theo's face. Completely void of all the confidence he loves so much. That smirk. That know-it-all look. None of those. Just fear, loneliness, hurt, and tears.

Come to think of it. Theo was dragged underground and made to live his hell over and over. For months. Then he was saved from that, only to be used. Put in chains and beaten. And hated. And threatened to be put back underground any minute.

And no one checked up on him.

Sure, he deserved those from his manipulations. But he is making up for all those things. Doesn't everybody deserve second chances?

Then Stiles noticed Theo was laying down again, probably sleeping. Stiles stayed awake and counted the minutes of sleep Theo gets before he woke up again. 10minutes. Stiles heard a deep sigh. A deep heave. He could tell Theo was tired.

Stiles wanted to walk over there and comfort Theo. But he didn't. He knows Theo is prideful. Probably also the reason why Theo decided to stay away right now. He doesn't want Stiles to know. Also probably why Theo took the woods and not the tunnels. That place held so much negative memories for him.

So Stiles just stayed there, lying awake, listening to Theo wake up and try to fall asleep. Over and over again. Not sleeping. Until morning came.

Then he was startled from the sound of splashing water. Turned out there was a lake behind the cave.

"Good morning, sunshine." Theo greeted him, bathing in the lake. Very much naked.

"Hey, Theo." Stiles greeted him, blushing a little bit. The lake water was clear enough for him to see all of Theo. All of it.

Theo just smirked and started coming out of the water towards his clothes. Stiles just watched Theo get dressed and look at him with the usual confidence and smirk. So far from that agonized face he saw last night.

"Ready to go, snow white?" Theo asked him.

Stiles just nodded. Theo is dealing with so much. He wanted to help. But Theo wishes to deal with it alone. Evident of what he did last night. Hiding it away from Stiles.

The whole pack met up again. With Liam and Mason catching the rogue coyote they were looking for, which they brought to Deaton.

The pack decided to go home and take a well deserved break. Theo drove Stiles home.

That night, Stiles couldn't sleep, because he knows Theo couldn't. Most likely heaving awake, holding his chest, and sobbing. Alone.

He decided it was enough losing sleep over the chimera. So he sent him a chat.

"Hey, Theo. Come over."

Stiles waited for a reply. Nothing.

"I know you're awake."

He sent another text.

A few minutes more and a knock was heard from his window. Stiles smiled at the chimera waiting outside his window.

"Come in." Stiles invited.

"What's the matter? Why'd you call me over?" Theo said, leaning against Stiles's study table.

"Pick a pillow." Stiles gestured to the pillows laid out on his bed.

"What?"

"Just pick one. Hugging a pillow makes me sleep better."

Theo shook his head and just walked over. He stared at each pillow, and naturally picked the one which has Stiles's scent the most.

"Ah! Nope. That's my favorite pillow." Stiles snatched his pillow away.

"Then why did you include it in the choices?!?" Theo said, a little irritated. He really liked that pillow.

"Just! Pick something else." Stiles sat on his bed. By the pillows.

Theo took in a deep breath and chose the next pillow with Stiles's scent on it.

"What am I gonna do with this then?" Theo holding the pillow out.

"Hug it." Stiles said as he hugged his own pillow.

Theo sat down on the bed next to Stiles. And hugged the pillow. It was full, fluffy, and soft. And smells really nice. He adjusted to hug it tighter. He turned his face to the side and rubbed his cheek against it. It felt good.

Meanwhile, Stiles gripped his pillow tight, watching Theo hug his pillow.

'Holy fucking shit! That was so cute!' Stiles thought. Before letting himself lie down on his side, still looking at Theo.

Theo did the same. He lied down on his back, still hugging the pillow and closing his eyes.

"See? Feels good... Theo? Theo?"

Theo was asleep. Stiles smiled at that. But he remained awake because he knows Theo would jolt back awake in a few minutes.

And Theo did. From the same nightmare.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay. Theo. Hey." Stiles trying to calm Theo down.

Theo looked at him. Realizing Stiles has seen him like that, in a state of something he didn't want anyone to see, especially Stiles.

"Stiles... that was... I..."

"I won't. I won't tell anyone." Stiles promised. "But you can talk to me about it."

"I'm..." Theo contemplated on it. He doesn't really wanna show this side to Stiles. If there is a side of him he wants to show Stiles, it's a side that should impress, it's the strong, dependable, can protect him side. Not this. Not this weak, scared, sobbing side.

"Theo... I had nightmares like that before too. During and after Nogitsune. I'm not saying it's the exact same thing, but I want you to know, that I understand to some extent. Talking it out helps."

"It's just that... I don't want you to see this side of me."

"Ah, the dreaded sensitive side. Some guys like seeing the sensitive side."

"Do you?"

Stiles suddenly felt he was under the headlights. It was supposed to be Theo under questioning right now. "... Anyways. I'm just saying, talking it out helps a lot..." Stiles brushed it off.

But Theo was watching him closely. That little red tint of a blush that crept to Stiles's cheeks. And that quickened heartbeat. Plus the pout. Made Stiles looked so cute. Theo can't help but lean in. And kiss him on the corner of his lips.

"Whoa!" Stiles leaned away a little bit. Surprised at the sudden action.

But Theo kept chasing his lips. Theo leaned in more and kissed him on the lips.

"Oh, okay. Mnn- Or making out- mnn, would help too. Holy shit!" Stiles said in between getting his lips kissed and his bottom lip sucked on. Before falling backwards to the mattress. Theo had laid him down.

Stiles kissed Theo back. They made out for a good couple of minutes. Stiles knew that this was inevitable. Theo and him grew quite close these past months, hell, they almost kissed one too many times before too. As to why they never really did kiss, no one knows.

Theo stopped and just rubbed their noses together. He looked at Stiles's eyes and sees no judgement. No 'aha! I can blackmail you with this information.' None of those. Just genuine concern. Theo felt ease at that.

That he could show Stiles this side of him and not feel small or lower or weaker or lesser. So he started talking. Telling Stiles all about the nightmare.

Stiles was listening the whole time. Talking only when needed. Working things out with him. Then falling asleep again. And waking up again.

"I should really go." Theo sat up. "I'm gonna keep you up."

"If that's what you want... but you slept really well back there."

"What?"

"You slept for an hour, Theo. You only ever get to sleep 10 minutes before waking again from the nightmare."

"An hour?" Theo knew Stiles was right. That was the longest he went before the nightmares came.

"So... come come." Stiles raised both his arms and made grasping gestures with his hands towards Theo.

Theo chuckled. Stiles was so cute.

"Fine."

Theo laid back down. Hugged Stiles. With his pillow squished in between them. Which is good. Because then he would have Stiles's scent on the pillow.

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malfoysstilinski · 4 years

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goodbye to remember | STILES STILINSKI (smut)

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WORD COUNT: 3.9k

SUMMARY: Stiles is going off to college and Y/N wants to say goodbye properly to her long-term boyfriend.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (male and female receiving), shower sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex, fingering, dominate stiles, slight cum play, praise, multiple orgasms.

A/N: this was written by me on wattpad in my stiles and harper one shot series (my account is dyiansobrien), but i made it so it’s stiles x reader instead :)

They'd been driving for hours. All Y/N wanted to do was stretch her legs and get some sleep, so she suggested that they pulled over at the nearest motel. Stiles knew it was only sensible, agreeing when they saw the neon lights at the side of the motorway.

Y/N tossed the small bag she had packed for the journey onto the double bed in the middle of the bedroom, stretching her arms as high as she could in the air and yawning loudly. Meanwhile, Stiles was in the bathroom, inspecting whether or not it was clean enough for him to take a shower in it.

"Does it meet your criteria, Stilinski?" The girl called, amusement lacing her tone as she moved over to open the window, letting some fresh air in.

"Just about." His footsteps made Y/N turn around, finding him wandering back into the room while peeling the shirt off of his body.

Stiles revealed his soft abs and the dark hair that lived at the top of his chest and the bottom of his toned stomach. Y/N didn't care if she got caught staring, her teeth absentmindedly clamping down on her bottom lip as she admired how effortlessly attractive her boyfriend was.

Stiles saw. His confidence boosted as he sent her a cocky smirk and moved closer to the y/h/c-haired girl, placing his large hands on her hips. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her gaze flickering from the chest that was practically shoved into her face to his eyes.

He was already staring down at her, smiling. Stiles' hazel eyes twinkled as she shifted her hands so that they rested on his chest. They looked dainty against him, her cold fingertips brushing hot skin and making the boy shiver slightly.

"Your hands are freezing," he spoke, his voice barely above a deep murmur.

"Mm, well you're pretty warm," Y/N hummed, running her hands up his chest to snake around his neck, pressing their chests together.

She moved onto her toes so she could press her lips against his. Stiles hummed into her mouth, loving the contact as he kissed back just as eagerly- if not more. His tongue ran across her bottom lip as she opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the action.

"Y/N," he groaned as he pulled away. "I'm gonna miss this."

Her heart skipped a beat. While she had been thinking about them in the moment, Stiles had been thinking about the future. The future where they would be a time zone and thousands of miles apart. Growing up was a bitch.

"Don't think about that," she whispered against his lips. "This about us. Think about now."

Stiles nodded, his hands sliding up to cup her face. "Shower. Now."

He grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom so they could continue their antics elsewhere. His slender fingers reached for the bottom of her jumper, gently pulling it over her head. Her hair sprawled out across her shoulders, a groan escaping Stiles' lips when he realised Y/N wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

Y/N ghosted her hands back down Stiles' chest, her hands brushing past his happy trail until she arrived at the buttons of his khaki pants and started to undo them. Stiles' hand reached down and beneath Y/N’s skirt, then into her panties.

"Stiles," Y/N whimpered, feeling like her body could automatically go limp against him.

He supported her with his other hand, the hand in her underwear dipping down into her folds and finding that she was already wet. Stiles groaned in approval, spreading his fingers and her slick across her, loving the way Y/N gripped his arms tightly.

Stiles' biceps bulged as he dragged his finger from her hole to her clit. He started to rub it agonisingly slow, listening to the shallow breaths coming from the girl in front of him. Her forehead dropped onto his chest and his spare hand reached out, gently grabbing her neck and forcing her back.

"I wanna see your pretty face," Stiles murmured, not stopping the actions on her swelling bud. "I wanna watch your eyes roll back when I make you cum with just my fingers."

"Please, Stiles," Y/N nodded eagerly, feeling the thumb of the hand he had wrapped around her neck start to trace her jawline. "I wanna cum for you."

The hazel-eyed boy quickened the movements on her clit, slipping his thumb into Y/N’s mouth. He nearly moaned out loud as she started to suck around him, her y/c/e eyes wide and innocent. Stiles thumbed at her bud before he pressed his fingers against her hole again.

She was so much wetter than before, her slick coating his fingers as he pushed his middle finger inside her. Y/N’s actions faltered for a moment as Stiles retracted his thumb from her mouth, brushing her spit across her skin as he held her neck again.

"You want another one?" Stiles asked, sliding in and out of her with ease.

"Yes, yes," she nodded quickly, her words failing her for a moment or two. "Please, more. Inside me."

"Anything you ask, princess," Stiles breathed against her ear as he slid another finger inside of her hole.

She already felt so tight around him, her eyes flickering shut as she squeezed his digits unintentionally. Stiles worked to scissor her open better, fingers rubbing her walls and thrusting in and out slowly. Pants were falling from Y/N’s lips.

He knew this wasn't enough for Y/N. They liked it hard and fast, she couldn't just cum from this, no matter how good it felt. Stiles knew what she liked like the back of his hand.

Pretty soon he was adding a third finger and Y/N was gasping, hands slinging behind his neck. Stiles let her fall into him for a moment or two, feeling her legs shake beneath her. They didn't normally do this standing up, but Stiles wanted to see how far he could push her.

His hand was back around her neck as he pushed her against the bathroom wall.

"Eyes on me," Stiles instructed.

He began to thrust the three fingers even faster, much to Y/N’s relief. She squealed when he hit the spot inside her that she loved, her hand reaching to grab his wrist wrapped around her neck.

"Faster," Y/N begged. "Please, faster. Stiles."

Her moans and whimpers pushed him further. Stiles' thumb played with her clit as he fingered her, grip tightening around her neck. Y/N groaned at the sensation, feeling waves of arousal gush from her every now and then. The coil in her stomach was tightening, her hole pulsing around Stiles' digits.

"You gonna cum?" Stiles hummed. "Cum for me, Y/N. Cum around my fingers."

Y/N felt herself let go, her vision going slightly fuzzy as Stiles fucked his fingers into her relentlessly. She nearly screamed, loud yells echoing her lips as he fucked her through her high, leaving the girl a panting mess.

"Good girl," Stiles breathed, watching as her chest heaved as he finally let her fall against him properly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He let Y/N catch her breath for a few moments before he started to edge them towards the shower. Stiles climbed into the tub before he grabbed Y/N and lifted her inside, steadying her from where her legs were slightly shaking. He reached for the dial and turned the water on, the two of them immediately getting sprayed by the weak pressure of the motel shower.

Y/N wanted to repay Stiles, her hands running down his hips before her right hand wrapped around his cock. Stiles hissed out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, looking down as he watched her expertly pump his length. She was looking him in the eye like she was doing nothing wrong, the innocent look on her face making Stiles groan.

He leaned down and pressed their lips together, hungrily kissing her as he felt his cock grow harder in her touch. Her small hands felt much better than his own, her thumb swiping at the precum as it leaked from excitement. Her other hand moved down to cup his balls, gently playing with them and Stiles had to pull away to moan, the sound like music to Y/N’s ears.

Naturally, she loved to be the one beneath Stiles, but she couldn't deny that she loved making him putty in her hands. Y/N worked her hand up and down his shaft before she slowly dropped down onto her knees, finding herself right in front of his manhood. One of Stiles' hands reached around to hold her hair while the other was planted against the tiled wall, keeping him stable.

"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned.

He looked down, wishing he could take a picture of the sight in front of him as Y/N took the tip of his cock into his mouth, playing with him as she slowly worked her hand up and down the rest of his length. As she started to hollow her cheeks and take more of him inside her mouth, Stiles' body tensed and he released shuddering sounds, making Y/N look up.

He had his head tilted back in pleasure, a large hand yanking her hair a little tighter when she took him in as far as she possibly could. Y/N ended nearly all seven and a half inches in her mouth, bobbing her head and ignoring the slurping sounds that could be heard over the echoing of the water crashing around them and Stiles' breathy moans.

"Fuck, just like that," Stiles kept repeating, absentmindedly thrusting his hips a little.

Y/N held onto his hips hollowing her cheeks as she pulled off of him. "Fuck my mouth," she pleaded with him.

Stiles swore he could have cum just from her words. None of their friends would have ever imagined them having such a kinky sex life, but their relationship wasn't just cuddling and watching films. They were horny teenagers who trusted each other perhaps too much and had been together for years, all they wanted to do was experiment with each other.

He obeyed what Y/N had said, holding the back of Y/N’s head to keep her still. She kept her mouth open for him and started to thrust back and forth, listening to her slight choking sounds as she swallowed around him every now and then, squeezing his cock and pushing him further and further towards his climax. Stiles could feel himself about to cum already, and she'd only been sucking his cock about six minutes.

"I'm gonna cum," Stiles groaned. "Where do you want it?"

Y/N took one hand off of his hip to pat her face and Stiles nearly grinned, thrusting a few more times before he quickly pulled out of her warm mouth. He jerked his cock a few times and groaned loudly as his cum spurted from the tip, washing over Y/N’s face and neck. Stiles didn't stop until he was sure there was no cum left, feeling himself grow soft.

Y/N hummed as she stood up from her knees, wiping the cum from her face with her fingertips and guiding them into her mouth. Stiles groaned when she put them in her mouth and started to suck, wondering if Y/N could get anymore perfect. The water was starting to wash his cum away from her skin, but he reached for a bit on her cheek and put his finger in her mouth, letting her suck that too. She did it-- eagerly.

Stiles could feel himself growing hard again and he had only cum a minute ago. He was pretty sure he would never get tired of fucking Y/N. It was always something different. She was always doing something new to surprise him, or he was always begging to try a new position or kink he'd seen online. Y/N was always so willing too.

It was all too perfect.

He pressed Y/N against the wall and tangled themselves together once more, letting the water flow down their naked bodies. One of Stiles' large palms reached to cup Y/N’s breast, squeezing it slightly before he started to tease at her nipple, making her back arch off of the tiles.

Their chests pressed against each other and Y/N groaned at the feeling of her nipples against Stiles' bare skin. His hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks before he smacked one. She jolted against him.

"I love your ass," Stiles murmured against her ear. "And your beautiful tits. And your hips."

His hands travelled across her skin, igniting flames with his fingertips. Y/N grabbed his hand before he could cup her breast again, sending him a pleading look.

"No more teasing, Stiles. Please," she begged.

She brought his large hand down to her pussy, making him cup it. Stiles had to hold back a groan as he felt how soaked she was, tracing his finger back through Y/N’s folds. The girl could never get enough— she couldn't have sex unless she had multiple orgasms, whether it was from his actual cock inside her or if he used his hands and mouth.

"So wet for me," Stiles said, dragging his finger back and forth.

He used his other hand to reach up and turn the shower off before he picked her up by her backside. Y/N squealed a little, wrapping her legs around him as Stiles brought them out of the bathroom and headed to the bed.

He flung her down onto the mattress and then used his arms to swipe their belongings onto the floor, wincing when he heard what sounded like a phone smacking the carpet.

Y/N shot him a look, but he just shrugged and kneeled down onto the floor, grabbing Y/N’s thighs. Stiles yanked her towards the edge of the bed and Y/N knew to rest her legs on his shoulders as his fingers worked at her pussy once more.

"You want my tongue this time?" He asked huskily.

When Y/N whimpered but didn't reply, Stiles pulled his hand back and then smacked her clit— not too hard but enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through the girl who whispered again, but even louder.

"Answer me," Stiles ordered.

"Yes, yes, yes," Y/N agreed, nodding her head furiously. "Please fuck me with your tongue, Stiles. Let me cum on your tongue."

"Mhm," he groaned, hot breath hitting her soaking heat. "Good girl."

Y/N’s back arched when she felt his tongue plant itself against her pussy. It moved flat through her folds, his button nose nuzzling against her clit and causing her to whimper. Stiles worked his way up from the hole to her clit and when he found the swollen nub, he made swirling motions with his tongue around it, teasing her.

"Please," she panted, hands detaching from the sheets to tangle in Stiles' dark hair, tugging a little.

He moaned against her, the vibrations making Y/N’s legs shake a little and her breathy whimpers grew even louder and less spaced out. Her head was spinning when his mouth finally closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling. He lapped up all of her juices as they came, holding her hips down when she couldn't stop arching her back.

Stiles smoothed his hands up and down her stomach, reaching up to grab her breasts whilst he worked on her clit with his mouth. Y/N felt like she could cry as his fingers pinched at her nipples, large palms squeezing and cupping her tits. She threw her head back and released a loud moan when Stiles nibbled slightly on her, feeling herself grow even wetter, her slick starting to drip down her thighs.

When Stiles was sure that she was close, her breaths less even and her legs squeezing tighter against the sides of his head, he pulled away, making Y/N groan loudly in disbelief. She lay there panting, her hands releasing his hair to tangle with the sheets. Stiles stood up over her, his nearly six-foot figure looming as he swiped at his lips with his fingers and sucked on them a little.

"Mhm," he groaned. "You taste so good, baby."

Y/N’s eyes were a little wide at the action and she leaned up onto her knees at the flash of lightning, wrapping her arms around Stiles' neck. The Stilinski boy barely had a chance to react before she was kissing him hard on the lips and tugging him back down onto the bed. His elbows stopped himself from completely crushing her, but their bodies were still pressed against one another, all sweaty and hot.

Y/N could feel his hard-on pressing against her pussy and her stomach and she rocked her hips up a little to try and cause more friction. Stiles pulled away to hiss a little, looking down at their bodies where his precum had smeared against her skin.

"Fuck me, Stiles," Y/N pleaded. "Just please get inside me. Wanna feel you."

"Whatever you want, princess," Stiles replied, planting one last kiss to her forehead before he pulled back and grabbed his length.

He pumped it a few times before he started to run the head of his cock through Y/N’s folds, collecting all of her slick. Y/N squirmed when he brushed her clit with his dick, groaning when he smacked it against her. Stiles was holding back too, she could tell he wanted to be inside her more than anything right now, so he was going to end up giving in very soon.

After he teased her for a couple of seconds longer, Stiles lined himself up with her hole and pushed the tip inside, watching as Y/N gasped. He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he slid in all of the way, right to the hilt and stilling. The girl beneath him sucked a breath in, arms wrapping back around him at the feeling of being so full. She loved it-- Stiles fit her so comfortably like they were made for one another.

Stiles leaned back down and kissed her lips sweetly, the pair just making out for about a minute before Stiles started to rock against her. Y/N whined at the feeling against her clit, looking down to see Stiles pull out and then thrust back in slowly, his cock glistening in her arousal. Stiles' fingers moved out to trace her skin, all of the curves of her body and the scars that she had- the gunshot scar on her shoulder from Matt, the scratches she had from being thrown around by the Ghost Riders before.

"So beautiful," Stiles mumbled, kissing her shoulder and then working his way up to her neck.

Y/N tilted her neck to the side, hands moving to his back as he began to kiss her in the place she loved the most. His thrusts were relatively slow and loving as he kissed and sucked and nibbled at her skin, the sensation making Y/N so much wetter. It was so easy for him to slide in and out of her, she felt so warm and wet. Y/N’s nails were gliding gently up and down Stiles back, nowhere near enough to leave marks but to tickle a little.

Once he'd left a few dark marks against Y/N’s delicate skin, Stiles blew some air onto them and made her clench her eyes shut. He decided that she looked simply stunning beneath him like this, his large hands holding her down as she willingly gave into him, taking and giving everything she could offer to him. Her head hid in his shoulder as he started to pick up the pace a little more, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy quicker.

"More," Y/N whispered.

"Up," Stiles replied, pulling out of her and making her pout a little.

She hated feeling so empty, but she knew exactly what Stiles wanted. Y/N flipped back so that she was on her hands and knees, arching her back so that her ass was high in the air and the rest of her body was as flat against the mattress as she could get. Stiles smirked at the sight, running his hands up and down her back and tapping his fingers, marvelling at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend.

He thrust back into her. "So tight for me," Stiles moaned, listening to her breathy whimpers. "Does my cock feel good inside you, baby? Who's the only one that can make you feel like this? The only one that gets to see you like this?"

"You, Stiles," Y/N replied quickly, feeling him thrust harder and faster at her words. "You're the only person that can make me cum so hard and get me this wet. It's all for you."

Her boyfriend seemed to appreciate her words, groaning from behind her and tightening his grip on her hips. Y/N gripped the sheets in front of her, her entire body rocking with his harsh thrusts as he slid in and out of her. Each time felt better than the last, the coil in her stomach starting to tighten already. Stiles knew her like the back of his hand and he knew that even if she liked this, she couldn't cum from just his dick inside her.

His slender fingers were sliding beneath her and he yanked her up so that she was pressed against his chest which was sweaty. His other hand reached in between them and he started to make circular motions on Y/N’s sensitive clit. The girl cried out in surprise, her knees starting to tremble from where she kneeled upon them.

"Are you gonna cum again?" Stiles whispered against her ear.

Y/N nodded rapidly. "So close, Stiles. Please."

He jerked his finger in the right way, the combination of his hand and his cock driving Y/N over the edge. Stiles had to hold her together as she came undone around him, her walls clamping down on his member that continued to drive in and out of her. Her pornographic moans and the way she called his name sent Stiles tumbling quickly over the edge too.

"Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stiles groaned, his thrusts growing uneven and sloppy as he came.

Y/N whimpered at how sensitive she felt, clenching around Stiles as he came inside her, his seed spilling and coating her walls. He finally released her, letting her fall down onto the mattress. Stiles pulled out and fell back down next to her, the two of them panting heavily.

When he rolled onto his back, Y/N moved so that she was tucked into his arm, both still breathing heavily as they looked up at the ceiling. Stiles leaned down and pressed a short kiss to the side of her head a few minutes later.

"That was amazing, baby," Stiles murmured.

"Mhm," Y/N agreed. "We should probably actually shower now, huh?"

The hazel-eyed boy laughed and pulled her closer. "Probably."

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giveemhales · 4 years

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Moodboards for Sterek AUs: 22/?

For @sterekvalentineweek Day 3

Secret Crush

4 times Stiles gave Derek a valentine, and 1 time Derek decided to return the favor.

The story can be read under the cut or on AO3!

1st grade

Derek was new, and that’s what causes the whole fiasco.

Well, not exactly new. He had been at the school since the school year had started back in August, and it was now February. But he was new in that it’s the first year anyone in his family has ever attended public school. Born into a powerful pack of werewolves with a history spanning back centuries, he had been raised surrounded only by werewolves and humans who knew about the supernatural. None of his relatives had ever gone to public school, as the risk was deemed too great to send children out in public where they may accidentally reveal their true nature. Derek and his siblings were supposed to be home-schooled, as was tradition.

However, times were changing, and their emissary had suggested the children should start attending public school. Not only was it to help the children learn how to handle being around humans and in public, but also the hunters were becoming more aggressive, and it was advised that they act as much like normal humans as possible so as not to raise suspicion.

So Derek and his older sister, Laura, were the first werewolves in the Hale pack history to go to public school. It was their first year for both of them, Derek in first grade and Laura in second. They had spent the years before learning how to control their shift under the guise of home-schooling, and the family was confident they would blend right in.

They did blend in, for the most part, never letting their eyes change color and holding back growls no matter how angry they became. But apparently, there was more to being human than just looking the part. There were all these rules and customs that everyone seemed to know except them. Derek rarely minded his family’s social faux pas, honestly never really noticing them. But on this one occasion, everyone noticed, and he was particularly upset.

It was Valentine’s Day, a holiday which his family never celebrated (why did humans need a holiday to show their adoration for their mates? How strange). The lack of experience with the holiday is why nobody in the family realized it was customary to bring “valentines” to school to share with classmates, and that’s why he arrived empty-handed.

When all the other students set up their boxes in which to receive treats, he watched in confusion, which morphed into dawning horror when he realized everyone had gifts to hand out except for him.

Derek had hoped he could slip under the radar, receive the gifts like everyone else and then maybe bring double the treats next year to make up for it.

The teacher had a different idea. The teacher scolded him in front of the whole class for being irresponsible and inconsiderate, and told him that if he had nothing to share, then nobody could share with him. He had to sit in the corner by himself and think about what he had done wrong (he was 6 years old, he didn’t have money or a calendar, this hardly seemed like his fault).

So Derek sat in the corner by himself, not only having to hear all of the other kids laugh and have a great time, but also smell the delicious treats thanks to his werewolf nose. He was used to being on his own at school, not having made any real friends, but it hurt so much more knowing he was being purposefully excluded. He had to fight hard to hold back his claws, and even harder to fight back tears. He hated this stupid school and the stupid humans in it and their stupid rules and traditions and just wanted to go home.

When the school day was finally, blessedly over, Derek shuffled out of the room with his head bowed and shoulders hunched, not wanting to see the smiles on all of the other kids’ faces and not wanting them to see the frown on his, unable to help feeling like they were mocking him.

He made it out the front doors of the school, and thought he was finally free, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned with a scowl. It was a student in his class named Stiles. Derek wasn’t really friends with him. They had played together at recess a couple of times and he seemed funny and nice, but it wasn’t like they had ever spoken outside of school.

Derek began to wonder if he was wrong in his categorization of Stiles as nice, because he could think of no reason for any of his classmates to stop him except to gloat. Before Stiles had even said anything, Derek was already seething, thinking about the treat Stiles had brought that everyone had gotten to try except for him. While most of the students had just brought candy, Stiles had brought clearly homemade sugar cookies, and the scent had had Derek salivating in his isolation.

Before he could snap at Stiles in anger, however, Stiles thrust his hands forward in an offering. Derek looked down and was surprised to see he was holding two cookies, each partially covered by a napkin.

“Sorry Mrs. Johnson was so mean to you today. She said that we weren’t allowed to give you any valentines but I think that’s mean and dumb and I don’t follow mean and dumb rules. So I saved you a cookie. Actually, I saved you two cookies, one of them is for your sister because I figure if you didn’t bring any valentines then she probably didn’t either and might have also not been allowed any treats, which would be so sad because what’s the point of Valentine’s day besides the treats. If you eat them both, though, that’s okay because you didn’t get any candy or anything so I think you probably deserve two cookies. I would give you even more cookies but I only had the one that was already for you, and then the extra one my mom packed in my lunch box. I wanted to eat that one and then I also wanted to eat yours but I realized I shouldn’t because my mom already gave me a cookie last night so I really don’t need another and also my mom bakes all the time and most people don’t get to try the greatness of her cookies and so I have a respons- responsabl- responsibit- it’s my job to share the cookies.”

Stiles finally quit his rambling to stare expectantly at Derek, who was staring back in shock. He shoved his hands forward again, until Derek finally took the offered cookies.

Derek didn’t even get the chance to say thank you before Stiles was talking again, telling some story about a time he forgot his shoes at home and how that was way worse than forgetting some valentines. He kept talking before he noticed the bus was beginning to leave, and sprinted off without so much as a goodbye.

Derek looked down once again at the cookies, and saw there was a note included. Written on a sticky note in first-grader scrawl, it said Sorry the teacher is so mean. You can be my BVF (best valentine forever). Valentine was written three different times, the first two times crossed out as he clearly wasn’t positive how the word was spelled.

Derek did end up giving the second cookie to Laura, and he found he didn’t mind because he knew the note was all his.

4th grade

Derek still didn’t particularly care for Valentine’s Day, his introduction to the holiday forever tainting his opinion, but he had still come to find himself excited about the impending sugar.

There was a storm cloud over this Valentine’s Day, though, at least for Derek and definitely for Stiles. Ever since first grade, Derek had looked forward to the homemade treats Stiles would bring, baked with love by his mother.

Derek knew that wouldn’t be the case on this day, though, because Stiles’ mother had passed away a couple of months before.

Everyone in the small town knew about it, rumors constantly spreading about the sheriff’s new drinking habits. Nobody seemed to notice the effect it had on the young boy. But Derek did.

Stiles had become more withdrawn in the months leading up to his mother’s death, presumably having to deal with her illness, but it was like he shut down once she was gone. The boy who once talked a mile a minute now was silent, except for the occasional whispers to his best friend. His absences became more frequent, and he stopped bringing a lunch to school, instead having to buy cafeteria food he would rarely eat. The worst part though was the scent of grief that constantly clung to him.

Derek saw how badly he was affected and could only hope that he would heal with time. Derek wished he knew how to help, but he still hadn’t even figured out how to make friends, let alone how to help someone cope with the loss of a parent.

So Derek knew he wouldn’t be getting any baked goods on this day, that he probably wouldn’t be receiving anything from Stiles. He just hoped that the teacher wasn’t as rude about it as his first-grade teacher had been.

Derek was proven wrong though. Stiles hadn’t brought cookies or anything of the like, but he had brought valentines. For every classmate, he had a red piece of paper which he had folded into a heart and marked with their names. They weren’t perfect, but they were definitely better than most nine-year-olds could do.

Derek was so touched at the small gift, and seethed when he saw none of the other students saw it for what it was. He even saw one student throw their heart in the trash (which Derek made a point to dig out and keep for himself because that heart was something Stiles had spent time on and deserved to be cherished). None of the students realized how kind Stiles was. That while dealing with grief, which was probably made even worse with the holiday bringing on a reminder of a tradition he could no longer partake in, and a father who himself was probably still grieving and didn’t remember he was supposed to get valentines for his son, Stiles had still made sure he had something to give to his classmates. This gift was far more valuable than anything any other student had brought.

Derek was even more touched when he realized that there was a note written inside of the heart, too. He carefully unfolded it, making sure to keep track of how he did it so he would be able to refold it, and read what was inside.

Don’t tell Scott, but you’re still my favorite Valentine.

It was made even better when he realized the other heart he had, the one from the trash, had no note, meaning Stiles had written a note especially for Derek.

Derek gave Stiles the warmest smile he could from across the room and vowed to keep that note forever.

6th grade

Derek was quick to realize Valentine’s Day was not the same in middle school as in elementary. For one, there was no making mailboxes or handing out valentines. If you wanted to celebrate the holiday, you had to do it on your own time.

The second major difference was that “like-liking” someone was a thing, and lots of girls “like-liked” Derek. Derek was apparently one of the cutest guys in the grade, and that helped immensely with his popularity. He had finally been able to make some friends, which was nice.

Derek wasn’t really a fan of all of the attention he got at school, though. He would have preferred to just spend time with the couple of best friends he had made, and ignore all of the people who wanted to be his friend solely for his status.

He knew Valentine’s Day would give some girls the perfect opportunity to confess their “feelings” for him (they didn’t even know him!) and Derek was not looking forward to it.

Derek had been correct in his assumption, and by the end of the day, three different girls had asked to be his Valentine, and he had to kindly reject them all. It was far too much for him, and he was exhausted by the end of the day.

Before he could go home, though, he had to stop at his locker to grab a textbook he needed for class.

He was surprised, and a little bit disturbed, to find a box of chocolates in his locker. It was definitely too big for someone to just slip through the slots, so someone would have had to break into his locker to get it there.

Derek immediately felt all of his annoyance of the day growing. Why could these girls not leave him alone?

However, when he leaned in to grab the box, he caught a whiff of a scent that had him calming down.

Stiles.

Suddenly, Derek found he wasn’t too upset. It wasn’t at all surprising that the boy knew how to break into lockers, and Derek found himself inexplicably preening at the thought that the boy still wanted to be his Valentine.

Taped to the bottom of the box was a typed note with no signature, clearly meant to anonymous. Derek likely never would have known who it was if it wasn’t for his werewolf senses.

The note simply read “Why don’t they let us hand out candy anymore? Middle school is lame. Don’t worry, I won’t let them ruin the holiday for you (everyone knows the sweets are the whole point). Hope you enjoy the chocolates, valentine.”

On second thought, Derek realized he probably would have been able to figure out it was Stiles, just based on the note. He could practically hear the words in Stiles’ voice. He would still let him think he got away with being anonymous, though.

Maybe middle school Valentine’s Days weren’t so bad, after all.

10th grade

Derek just knew this was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever, and he wished that he could just skip the whole day. He would totally pretend to be sick so he could stay home except that werewolves can’t get sick so he doubted that would fly with his parents.

Derek had broken up with his girlfriend, Paige, just a couple of weeks before. He knew that in the grand scheme of things they weren’t that serious, they hadn’t even been together for a whole year, but he had felt like he was madly in love with her.

He was healing, of course, and, for the most part, had moved on. But Valentine’s Day would just be a reminder of what he was missing (it stung every time he remembered he never got the chance to celebrate Valentine’s Day with her, he had been secretly excited to finally have a real significant other to be romantic with). That, and due to his popular status, the day would either bring on pitying looks from all of the students who thought his relationship was somehow their business, or flirting from girls who thought they now had a chance. Knowing his luck, probably a combination of both.

Derek groaned when he walked into his first-period history class and saw a heart-shaped balloon tied to the back of the desk he usually sat at. This was absolutely the last thing he wanted to deal with. He thought about just sitting at a different desk but figured it was better to go ahead and throw away the balloon before class started so as to avoid drawing any attention.

When he got to his desk, he saw a note tied to the string of the balloon. He opened it and a smile bloomed on his face when he was met with typed words.

Of course! He had been so focused on Paige that he forgot about the annual tradition Stiles had begun in the sixth grade of leaving secret gifts with notes for Derek.

Stiles wasn’t even in the class so Derek didn’t even know how he had known which desk was his, but at this point, nothing Stiles did could really surprise him.

I know they may not be the usual sweets, but I figure with this, you can tell anyone who bothers you that you already have a valentine. You know I’ve always got your back, Valentine.

The note just reconfirmed for Derek that it was from Stiles.

The gift cheered him up immensely, and he felt his qualms about the day beginning to melt away.

~~~

The day dragged on until lunch, made better by the balloon Derek carted around, which actually did help keep people away.

Derek was sitting at his usual spot with his friends when he hears a commotion from the other side of the cafeteria, and turned to see what was going on.

It seemed everyone turned to look, although he’s not sure if they can all hear. It was easy enough with his enhanced senses, though.

Derek could make out Stiles standing up on a table, looking down at a girl with strawberry blonde hair. The rest of the people at the table had faces ranging from shock to embarrassment, except for one guy who looked like he was fuming. Derek honestly didn’t know if that table was where Stiles usually sat, or if he had just decided to crash.

“Lydia, today, on the most romantic day of the year, I must make my feelings known. I know you are a goddess and I am a mere mortal, but my heart sings for you and I can no longer hide it. Reject your other suitors, for none see how brightly you shine like I do. Please accept this token of my affection, and be my Valentine.” Stiles opened up a thin box he had been holding to reveal a heart-shaped cookie cake.

Derek cringed in second-hand embarrassment, especially when he saw people giggling and filming the whole thing.

“I’ll think about it,” the girl responded in an airy voice. She was too far away that Derek couldn’t tell if she was being mocking or serious.

Stiles’ grin didn’t leave his face as he stepped down from the table. Derek saw him offer Lydia the cookie cake, but she held her hand up in rejection. Stiles shrugged and held the box closer, then grabbed his friend, who Derek recognized as his best friend Scott, by the shoulder and rushed out of the cafeteria.

Derek found himself fuming. At first, he thought it was at the way everyone was laughing at Stiles after he put himself out there, and the way the girl didn’t even appreciate what he had done. But he realized that wasn’t what it was, not really.

It was jealousy.

Derek had always cherished the tradition he had going on with Stiles (although he supposed it was mostly one-sided and it was secret), and it had made him feel special. Now he felt like it meant nothing. It was nothing more than Stiles feeling bad for the kid who once had a bad Valentine’s Day.

Derek abruptly shoved away from his table and stood up. He grumbled an excuse about having to be somewhere and stomped out of the cafeteria, annoyed he had to drag the balloon from Stiles with him. All he wanted was to pop the dumb balloon and shove it in a trash can, but knew he would regret it if he decided to do that in front of a cafeteria full of people.

As Derek stormed down the, thankfully empty, hallway, he heard a voice. He froze when he recognized that it was Stiles’ voice. He immediately hid himself against the wall, then rolled his eyes when he realized Stiles wasn’t even coming toward him, but seemed to be having a conversation in the hallway perpendicular to the one Derek was in. Derek knew there was no reason to, but he couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“I just don’t understand why you did that! You know Lydia would never go for you!” That was Scott’s voice, and Derek couldn’t help but feel offended on Stiles’ behalf.

“Thank you for your vote of confidence, Scott. I feel like the more pressing issue that you could have mentioned is the fact that I don’t even swing that way, which would have been a much less hurtful thing to say.”

Derek froze. Had he heard that correctly? He felt guilty realizing he had listened to Stiles out himself, but felt frozen in his spot.

Scott sighed explosively. “Okay, so then why did you do it?”

Stiles gave an equally dramatic sigh. “Because Lydia asked me to, duh. Besides the fact I’m too afraid of her to say no, she gave a compelling argument. She’s currently fighting with Jackson and wanted to piss him off and make him jealous, and you know I’m always down to piss Jackson off. Plus, she said she would get a cookie cake and let me keep it, which, as you can see, she did. Plus, it’s not like I have a reputation to uphold. This isn’t even the most embarrassing thing I’ve done this year.”

Scott laughed. “Oh yeah, you mean like wooing the same person for years but not even telling them it’s you? Or talking to them?”

Stiles hissed out a “shut up” in anger, but Derek tuned out the rest of the conversation, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

Scott must have been talking about all of the gifts Stiles had been giving to Derek. Which meant it did mean something, and that Stiles actually had feelings for Derek. Not for Lydia, who didn’t even appreciate Stiles.

Derek spent the rest of the day feeling like he was floating, proudly holding his balloon through the hallways. It wasn’t until the end of the day that Derek that the way he was reacting was a bit over the top unless…

Did Derek also have feelings for Stiles?

12th grade

Derek felt like his heart was about to pound out of his chest, and he was certain he had already sweat through his shirt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this nervous.

It was Valentine’s Day, his last one before he went to college. He knew if he didn’t do anything, it would be fine. Stiles would probably give him an anonymous gift like every year, and it would be a nice thing to reminisce about one day. It would be the same as always.

But Derek decided he couldn’t let things stay the same, and he was about to throw a wrench in Stiles’ plans.

He wasn’t sure at what point he had begun to develop feelings for Stiles, but he had realized in tenth grade after he heard about Stiles’ feelings that they were definitely there, and at this point they had become too deep to ignore. He wanted to be Stiles’ valentine but he wanted it to be for real this time, and the only way to make that happen was by telling him. And desperately hoping that he hadn’t completely misinterpreted everything.

Derek had arrived to school over half an hour early, parking right next to Stiles’ usual spot to make sure he didn’t miss him. He wanted to catch him in the parking lot, to hopefully stay out of the way of prying eyes.

It had seemed like a good idea, but now he was left stewing in his own anxiety, thinking about everything that could go wrong and wondering if he should back out now before it was too late. He even wondered if he shouldn’t have made his younger sister hitch a ride with someone else so that at the very least he would have company, but he knew she would only make him more stressed. Sisters were evil like that.

Fifteen minutes before school began and Stiles finally arrived.

It was now or never.

Derek got out of his car just as Stiles did, and called his name. Stiles jumped in shock and turned to face Derek. Derek caught a whiff of nerves off of him, but he didn’t run, so at least that was a good start.

“Can I talk to you real quick?”

Stiles looked surprised, but he nodded and approached Derek. “Uh, sure. Did you want to go inside, or…”

“No, we can talk out here. Actually, it’s better out here, because I have some stuff. In my car, I mean. So it’s easier if it’s here and I don’t have to carry it and we can just talk here now.” Derek realized none of what he was saying was making sense, and felt dread pool in his stomach when he saw the confusion growing on Stiles’ face. God, why was this so hard?

“I just wanted to say- uh- Happy Valentine’s Day. Well, that wasn’t all I wanted to say, but- One sec.” Derek ducked into the back of his car, glad he had an excuse to collect himself for a moment.

When he reemerged, it was with a box which he placed on top of his trunk. He was grateful to see that Stiles hadn’t fled.

Derek looked down at the box, avoiding eye contact with Stiles to the best of his ability, and began pulling out items one by one. “In second grade, you brought me a brownie, one that had heart-shaped sprinkles that your mother had baked. In third grade, it was an equally delicious cupcake.” He pulled out a brownie and cupcake (both store-bought and certainly not as good as Stiles’ mother’s baked goods, but baking was not his strong suit) and shoved both into Stiles’ hands, continuing on before Stiles could interrupt him. “In fourth grade, it was a folded heart, which I now realize was very impressive, since I’m about double the age you were when you made ones for the whole class and just this one took me about 20 tries.” He gave out a self-deprecating laugh, and once again handed the item to Stiles. “In fifth grade, it was a heart-shaped lollipop. In sixth, a box of chocolates. Seventh, conversation hearts.” He realized Stiles’ hands were too full to hold anything else, and began placing the items onto the trunk next to the box instead. “In eighth grade, it was a teddy bear. Freshman year, it was chocolate covered strawberries. Sophomore year, you gave me a heart-shaped balloon, which was actually quite useful.” He had to lean back into his car to grab the balloon, since it had been too big for the box. “Last year, it was roses. And all of it began in first grade, when you decided the nobody kid in the class with no friends deserved to have something nice, no matter what the teacher said, when you gave me the best cookie I have, to this day, ever had. You told me then, and for years to come, that I was your valentine. And as much as I loved that, I want something more. Will you be my real valentine? Will you be mine?” Finally, he pulled out a heart-shaped cookie, covered with pink icing and the words Be Mine written on top.

Derek finally looked up at Stiles, who had his mouth open in shock. He smelled like a myriad of emotions, and Derek was having difficulty getting a read on him. As the seconds passed, he began to get the sinking feeling he had royally fucked up.

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles finally burst out, and barrelled on before Derek could even figure out what part he was reacting to. “You’ve ruined my ten-year plan! I have been secretly wooing you- or at least I thought it was secret- for years, and today was going to be the grand finale! I was going to confess that it was me all along and then I was going to offer you a kiss and if it was weird and you weren’t interested I had some chocolate kisses to give you so I could play it off all cool, but then if you were interested we were going to have a great, romantic first kiss. But you have out-romanced me in one fell swoop! How dare you!”

Derek stared back in shock. He felt.. actually he had no idea how he felt and wasn’t even sure what part of that he was supposed to react to first.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Stiles demanded, although Derek could see the smile hidden on his face.

“Uh… is a kiss still on the table?”

“Chocolate or real?”

“What do you think?”

Stiles pretended to think about it for a moment. “Well, after that grand romantic gesture, I would say a real kiss. But I do know you have a sweet tooth, so it’s hard to say for sure…”

“How about this? You kiss me now, and then after school we go on a date and finish that whole bag of kisses together. And all this store-bought shit I got you. Sound like a good compromise to you?”

Stiles smirked. “Sounds perfect, Valentine.”

After that, Derek helped Stiles put all of the gifts into his Jeep, and then they walked hand and hand to the school, not even caring they were probably late at this point.

Suddenly, a thought hit Derek, and he froze, causing Stiles to stumble and then turn to him with an expectant eyebrow raised.

“Wait, you said ten-year plan. Have you actually been wooing me this whole time?”

Stiles blushed, and it was the prettiest thing Derek had ever seen. “Well, not exactly. But after I gave you that cookie in first grade, I saw the way your eyes lit up, and when you smiled at me, well, my little 6-year-old heart knew you were going to be the only Valentine I’d ever need.”

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kaistrex · 3 years

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3+1 stiles' toiletries

Confident stiles

5+1 ppl tell stiles derek is not in his league.

I want to know about ALLL your ideas!!!

Well strap in for some rambling and sneak peek snippets! 😆😆😆

1. 3+1 - Stiles' Toiletries

This is a fic that involves creeper Derek sneaking into the Stilinski house to change Stiles' toiletries back when he starts using different ones because he doesn't like that it changes Stiles' scent. One involves Stiles' dad buying different shampoo because the store was out of their usual so Derek buys it elsewhere to replace it, and another has Stiles buying a different scent of shower gel because he wants to try it out and Derek's not having any of it 😆 I think the third one will involve Derek changing their washing detergent to the one he uses because it's the one his mom always used to use so it smells like home T^T

It takes Stiles a while to realise what's going on though!

You'd think this would write itself considering the idea is so strong, but I'm struggling!

Here's a snippet of a scene that I really like though (and behold the absolute mess that is my fill-in-the-blanks writing style 😅 All of my docs look like this lol):

It shouldn’t be such a _____ experience to encounter Derek Hale with a shopping basket in the cereal aisle, but it is. Of all things, he’s glaring down at a box of Cookie Crisp in his hand, _____ the image of the purple-nosed wolf mascot licking his chops with two spoons in hand.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Stiles says, loudly, and Derek shoots him a glare.

“It’s not for me,” he growls, stuffing the box face down in his basket and scowling harder when it just reveals the wolf mascot on the back of the box howling the word Cookie.

“So the Sourwolf’s got a sweet tooth.”

7. Confident Stiles home from college

This one might end up as a 5+1 too, but I'm not sure because I only have an idea for one scene. Basically, I wanted Stiles to come back from college after having ~experimented~ and be totally at ease in his own body. So, much like how we imagine there to be a lot of nudity amongst the werewolves - particularly with Derek if he has the full shift - I wanted Stiles to get in on that a little too.

Cue him being home and Derek climbing in through his window one weekend morning for help with some research, and Stiles climbs out of bed naked without a care in the world, pulling on some sweats. He gets to work on his laptop and Derek trips out the window in his haste to leave, his world turned upside down.

......And that's all I have for that one haha

10. 5 times people tell Stiles Derek is out of his league and 1 time he says “You know what? Fuck you.”

This fic was like 80% finished, but then I decided I didn't like it and a lot needed to be scrapped so I shelved it, and looking at the dates, that was apparently back at the end of 2016!

It involves Derek moving to town to work as a Deputy when Stiles is an adult (Human AU) and Stiles immediately crushing and having people tell him not to bother. The different '5 times' were things like his dad saying "You sure know how to pick 'em", referencing his Lydia crush from school, shop assistants commiserating with Stiles that they don't have a chance with someone like Derek, and even Laura wanting to protect Derek from people who are only after him because of his looks/money.

It was supposed to be focused on Stiles, but then Derek's backstory became that Kate used him for years for his wealth to get her modelling career started before kicking him to the curb, and Derek being all solitary and drinking alone and being angsty and broken-hearted, and it just changed the tone of it all for the bad. I'm no longer sure how to bring it back to where I wanted it haha

Here's a part of the tentative +1 though where Stiles storms into the Sheriff station to confront Derek:

“You know what? Yes. Yes, I am asking you on a date. Everyone keeps acting like you're some sort of god with your movie star good looks and _________ - and maybe you kind of are,” he says, drawing back slightly to frown at his ________, until his anger flares bright again. “But I'm sick of being told I'm a lowly mortal that will just get dashed to pieces on your cheekbones!” Cheekbones now accented by a pretty pink flush spreading to the tips of his ears. “You _______ and ______ and you get giddy over marshmallows because you are one.” “And if you're deserving of only the best, why aren't I?”

“You are.”

“Yeah, I am!” Stiles’ breath catches and he stares at Derek climbing to his feet. “I am?”

“I don't where you got the idea that I'm-” waves hand like he's too embarrassed to voice the praise Stiles did. “-anything more than human but-”

*insert the rest here that I haven't written and maybe a kiss* And then Stiles' dad says:

“Okay, son. Congratulations. Now let my deputy get back to work.”

And that's all I've got 😄

Now that I've put these ideas out into the open, you'll have to see how long it takes me to actually get to them haha

Thanks for the ask ❤️

If anyone else wants to know more about the WIPs I posted here for the ask game, my inbox is open ^-^

#ask game answered #mtlyfe #mywriting

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princeescaluswords · 3 years

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Maladaptive Daydreaming vs. Unreliable Narrator: FIGHT!

Since the far-fetched theory of “Scott was an unreliable narrator of Teen Wolf who twisted what happened to make himself look good” is still making its way through the fandom, I’d thought I’d talk about how accepting this theory as true requires its adherents to pretend certain scenes never happened and how that becomes a cover for a racist re-interpretation of the show.

It was prompted by a notorious pro-Hale member of the fandom arguing that the canon scene of Scott figuring out that Derek was kidnapped at the beginning of season four had to be twisted by Scott because Peter would have to have noticed that Derek was missing first, would be the one who told Lydia or Stiles, and would be looking for Derek himself. There’s an amazing amount of speculation to wade through there with not a single supporting scene to back the fan’s interpretation up, but I have to admit that if you believe that a major television production would go to such lengths as to create an entire narrative sequence which is completely false and yet never reveal to the audience what really happened in any way … and why would the production do that? … you could perhaps, if you strain yourself, see it.

But there is an earlier scene which serves to point out the incredible incapacity of the ‘Scott the Unreliable Narrator’ theory, and that’s the scene at the end of Season 3B. In it, Derek is attacked in his loft by the Calaveras and by Kate, and in his terror, he retreats into what I’ve heard some people call a maladaptive daydream, where he talks with Stiles in a locker room, only for him to realize it’s not real when Stiles has six fingers on one hand.

If we apply this particular fandom theory, the scene is being told to the audience by Scott and thus passed through the filter of his perceptions. The concept presents several interesting questions that will probably go unaddressed by the proponents of this theory.

How would Scott know the contents of Derek’s maladaptive daydream? If, as they like to conclude, Scott reinterprets his relationship with Derek to be far more positive than it was, why would Derek confide in Scott about his moment of psychological weakness in the face of enemies? After all, they argue that Derek does not like Scott, does not trust Scott, and does not see Scott as his alpha. What would Derek’s motivation be then? An alternative would be that Derek didn’t have this daydream -- what a blow for Sterek shippers -- and that Scott is the author of this sequence, cleverly imposing it on Derek to show his weakness. What cunning! Scott’s motivation remains ... obscure.

If Scott is an unreliable narrator who is twisting the story to make himself look good, why would he present the dream in this fashion? This scene sets up Derek’s relationship to a member of Scott’s pack. They often present Scott as being an Evil Moron Tyrant, constantly self-absorbed and making everything about himself, so why wouldn’t he make this about himself as well? If he was going to turn around the next episode and steal the credit for noticing Derek was missing, why not claim that he was so important to Derek that Derek would turn to him in his dream?

If the narration of this dream was not twisted by Scott at all, revealing that Derek looks to Stiles for emotional insight, what other scenes in the show are presented without Scott’s manipulation? There would be no reason, by the proposed interpretation of how the show is biased, for a distrustful Derek to tell Scott about this for Scott to twist. Unless they want to make the argument that this scene and only this scene was not tainted by Scott’s bias, conscious or unconscious, what other scenes fall under this category? If the goal of the production was to throw doubt on every single part of Scott’s story, why wouldn’t they make it clear what parts of the story were free of his point of view? I know that meta specialists (if you can call them that) have tried to point toward examples of t-shirt colors and the presence of mirrors, but none of these serve as consistent indicators. What’s the payoff for the production to do this in the long run, especially if they never staged a reveal?

The proponents of this theory argue against every single aspect of Scott’s hero’s journey, presenting him as the primary villain instead of the lead protagonist by claiming – without a shred of external evidence and no internal evidence that is not the subbest of subtext – that none of the scenes presenting Scott in a positive light are true but all of the scenes presenting Scott’s flaws should be taken as honest depictions. They ignore the inconsistencies of its application and the conclusions implied by their arguments. If Scott and Deaton (and only Scott and Deaton -- this isn’t applied to Isaac or Lydia or Liam or even frickin’ Chris Argent) are the oppressors of the Hales and Stiles, if all examples of Scott’s virtue are manufactured and Deaton’s benevolence false, then that implies that the Hales and the Stilinskis and the entire cast were victims of a Latino teenager’s and a black veterinarian’s malicious behavior. Yet, the powerful and noble born wolves of the Hale Clan did nothing. And yet, the amazingly intelligent and resolute Stilinski family did nothing. No one did anything!

Or, even worse, an alternative implication is that characters tried to do something against the vile tyrannical reign of the Tree Alpha, and they failed. That Derek’s noble purpose faltered; that Peter’s ruthless efficiency was helpless; that super-mega-genius Spark Stiles was stymied. Perhaps they were too distracted gazing into each other’s eyes.

Now, anyone who understands how stories work would realize that while it is entirely possible to have the villains win and still be a satisfying story, it has to be done a certain way. There has to be an awareness of the consequences of the defeat of the protagonist. Think about the ending of The Empire Strikes Back. But Teen Wolf … doesn’t have that. If, as these people believe, the walk off at the end of The Wolves of War was the triumph of a deluded monster, it was amazingly bad storytelling. It would be like if in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, if John Walker had managed to remain Captain America due to the manipulations of a congressional subcommittee. Possible, but the audience would have burned Marvel to the ground.

In the end, there has to be a motivation behind this elaborate and easily disprovable fandom theory. It’s not hard to imagine the utility of having a means by which you can simply dismiss every single positive action by a character by claiming that the audience is being lied to. It would certainly free parts of the fandom to create any sort of alternative history that they wanted, and many have taken advantage of this to promote a narrative of denied white male character supremacy. They have decided that the Hales and their fandom self-insert are not only victims of a deranged, selfish Latino teenager, but of the very people who created all of them.

They don’t know, nor do they care to speculate, what Jeff Davis’s and MTV’s purpose would be for creating a show whose truth is composed entirely of inconsistent subtext. They can’t explain why this would happen, and they certainly can’t explain why they would go to elaborate lengths to transform the narrative into something that doesn’t match anything on the screen.

BUT IT’S NOT RACISM.

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.26

Word Count: 2,111

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey (brief), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff

A/N: i feel weirdly confident about season three, also surprise

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You bit your lip nervously, staring down at your phone as you scrolled through the messages you sent to Isaac. Still no reply.

He had been gone for a week, trying to find Erica and Boyd. The same thing that you, Isaac, Peter, and Derek had been doing for two months. You came to a final conclusion that the Alpha Pack took them, but still had no idea where they were. Isaac said he had a lead almost a week ago and hasn’t responded since.

“Hey,” you jumped slightly as you heard Derek’s voice, as he leaned on the table behind you.

“Hey, didn’t see you come home,” you sighed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He walked to you, holding your face in his hands.

“Nothing, it’s just Isaac,” you said.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s okay,” Derek said, attempting to comfort you.

But it was impossible to hide the empty feeling inside of you.

“He just hasn’t checked in for a while,” you replied.

“He said he found a lead, maybe he’s just… undercover or something,” Derek suggested.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

“We should go to bed, it’s getting late, and you’re starting college tomorrow,” Derek said.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely a whisper as you turned your back to Derek, looking out the window.

“This isn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Derek put his hand on your shoulder.

That’s a lie

You were the one who told Erica and Boyd to run from the beginning, and now Isaac was possibly captured as well. You should’ve gone to help him, but Derek told you to stay at the loft with him.

Unfortunately for you, Erica and Boyd weren’t the only problems in your mind. As the summer went on, you couldn’t help but think about your mom, not that you told anyone. Without having a kanima, or a life-threatening situation to distract you, everything felt empty. Your mom was gone, she was dead.

“Hey, I’m serious. You’ve been hard on yourself all summer, nothing, and I mean nothing was your fault. You still saved them from Argent, remember that?” Derek said softly.

“You’re right. We should go to sleep, it’s getting late,” you sniffled. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you softly.

---

You groaned mentally as you heard your alarm go off. Nothing felt better than laying in bed lazily, even if you hadn’t been able to fall asleep in a while.

You continued to lay still, your arm wrapped around Derek’s stomach as you rested your head on his chest. You felt him move over, turning off your alarm. You sat up, looking at him as you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Derek smiled awkwardly.

“Why’d you turn it off?” you asked.

“I don’t think you should start school today,” Derek started.

You exhaled, closing your eyes as you shook your head.

“You should just rest for a little longer, there’s always tomorrow…. Or next week,” he suggested.

“We had this conversation already, Derek. I’m going,” you sighed.

“I don’t know what you’re not telling me, and I’m not gonna push. Something’s been off with you for the entire summer. I think it’s best if you just clear your mind for some time,” he sat up next to you, looking into your eyes.

“I gotta go. I need school to just take my mind off things,” you replied.

“Fine. Don’t forget that I love you, okay?” he stroked your cheek softly.

“I love you too,” you smiled softly, kissing him before you got up.

---

It had only been two hours into your first day at college, and you already wanted to leave. You always imagined it to be different, but now, your mind was too preoccupied.

Having no friends wasn’t a problem, you preferred to be alone right now as it was.

You walked to your next class, pulling out your phone to check any texts or calls you had gotten from anyone.

Your eyes widened as you hurriedly dialed Stiles’ number, calling him.

“What the hell happened?!” you exclaimed, keeping your voice quiet.

“I don’t know. But Melissa just pulled Scott out of class, something about Isaac, a-and about the hospital,” Stiles said quickly.

You felt your heart drop as tears rushed to your eyes.

“I’ll be right there,” you whispered, ending the call.

You dialed Derek’s number, starting to head out of the school. You’d make up an excuse, you were sick, family emergency, anything.

“(Y/N)?” Derek picked up the call.

“Isaac’s at the hospital, a-and,” you started.

“I know, don’t worry about it,” Derek started.

“Don’t worry about it? A-Are you insane?” you exclaimed.

“He’ll be okay. He’ll heal,” Derek said.

“I’m on my way to the hospital,” you said.

“(Y/N), no-” you hung up the call, getting in your car before driving off.

---

“Scott?”

“(Y/N)?” the two of you called each other at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” you both said together again.

“Isaac,” you both said.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed.

“We haven’t seen you in like a month or two,” Scott said.

“I know, I’m sorry. Where’s Isaac?” you asked.

“He’s in room 215 if he isn’t in surgery,” Scott said.

The two of you rushed to the elevator, clicking the button for the second floor. As the door closed, a blind man stopped the door with his cane, walking inside.

“The second floor please,” he said.

Scott raised an eyebrow, clicking the second-floor button once again before the doors closed. You looked at the man, an uncomfortable sense washing over you. Something about him was different, something about him was familiar.

You cleared your head, exiting the elevator as you and Scott ran to Isaac’s room, only to find it empty.

“Where is he?” you exclaimed, frustrated.

“He has to be somewhere here,” the two of you continued to walk down the halls, looking for Isaac.

Scott made a confused look, stopping as he tugged on your arm.

You looked at him as he pointed forward, pointing to a male nurse in the elevator, with Isaac in a wheelchair, unconscious.

He smirked at you and Scott, as his eyes glowed red. He was an alpha.

The doors began closing as he revealed his claws and fangs.

“Patentibus,” you recited a spell, forcing the elevator doors open as you and Scott ran into it just in time.

“Obstructionum,” you said another spell, as a force shoved him down.

He wrapped his claws around Scott’s neck, and Scott growled, throwing him down.

“Prohibere,” you tried to use your magic to bind him, only for him to break free as he wrapped his hands around your neck tightly.

“Stupid witch. You should know better. I’m an alpha,” he growled.

You heard the elevator doors open as you heard a slight noise, a claw slashing through the man.

“So am I,” you gasped for air, falling as you saw Derek grab the alpha, knocking him unconscious.

“You two should be at school,” he raised an eyebrow, looking at you and Scott.

---

Derek held Isaac’s unconscious form, while you opened the door to the old Hale house, Scott behind you. He was on the phone with Stiles.

Derek put Isaac down on an old table, before turning to you.

“He’s safe now. You should go back to school,” he said.

“I’m not leaving him. Why are you trying to keep me out of this?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

“I’m not leaving you out of anything,” he started.

“Yes, you are. You’ve been doing it all summer too. Why?” you asked.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe,” he said.

“That's not… who was the alpha at the hospital? Was he from the pack?” you asked.

“What pack? Wait, you don’t still live here, right?” Scott asked as you and Derek turned to him.

“No, we don’t. We just need something from here,” you explained.

Derek bent to the ground, pulling apart the floorboard.

“What do you need?” Scott asked.

“Something to help heal an alpha’s mark,” Derek said.

“But he’s healed,” Scott pointed out.

“Not on the inside,” you said.

“Found it,” Derek said, looking up at you.

“Who was that? At the hospital?” Scott asked.

You looked at Derek, as he looked at you, then Scott.

“He’s from a rival pack. Don’t worry about it,” Derek answered.

You grabbed the crushed leaves from Derek.

Your eyes glew purple, as you pulled the sheet off of Isaac’s stomach, finding the wound.

“Got it?” Derek asked.

You nodded softly as you recited a spell quietly, opening up Isaac’s wound as he flinched.

“Quavis scindunt cuppedine.”

“Illuminabant,” you lit the piece on fire, sticking the leaves into Isaac’s would as his entire body began to shake.

You held his hand tightly, keeping him still. He stopped moving, as the wound started healing.

“Go back to school. Be a teenager. I owe you one,” Derek said to Scott.

Scott smiled softly, looking at the two of you about to walk off before he paused, turning to Derek as he rubbed his arm.

“About that favor….”

---

“I see it,” Derek’s eyes were red as he looked at Scott’s arm, Stiles standing behind you.

“I can’t believe you’re getting a tattoo,” you laughed softly.

“Well you’d know if you hung out with us this summer,” Stiles sassed.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“What does it mean?” you asked Scott.

“Uhm, nothing… just something I traced with my fingers,” you couldn't hear his heartbeat, but you could sense his lie. He looked away. He always looks away when he lies.

“What does it mean really?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You know what the word tattoo means?” Scott asked.

“To mark something,” Stiles answered.

“That’s in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means ‘open wound’. I wanted to get one when I was 18, but I decided to get it now… as a reward,” he explained, taking a deep breath.

“For what?” Derek asked.

“For not calling or texting Allison all summer,” he finished.

You nodded your head softly, giving Scott a look as you stroked his hand.

“It’s gonna be the most pain you’ve ever felt,” Derek explained.

“Oh, well that’s great! I’ll go wait outside,” Stiles said, making his way before you pulled his arm, stopping him.

Derek switched up the flame gun, as Stiles flinched.

“I’m going outside,” he said.

“No, help me hold Scott down.”

---

“It worked!” Scott exclaimed happily.

“Yeah, you guys should head home,” Derek said.

Stiles and Scott opened the door, before pausing.

“You painted the door,” Scott said.

“Yeah,” you looked nervously at Derek before walking toward Scott.

“Why?” Scott asked.

“Go home, Scott,” Derek said.

Scott revealed his claws, scratching at the door, as the mark of the alpha pack was shown on the door.

“What is it?” he turned to you and Derek.

Derek looked at you, before turning to Scott.

“It’s an alpha pack.”

---

“How do you deal with an alpha pack?!” Scott exclaimed.

“With some help,” Derek answered.

“How long have they been after you?” Stiles asked.

“Four months,” you answered.

“Four months?!” Stiles yelled.

Before either of you could respond, you heard Isaac’s voice behind you.

“Where is she? Where is that other girl?”

---

“Isaac barely remembers anything. He’s knocked out,” you sighed, walking to the window in Derek’s loft. That was always your favorite place to be.

The view was always beautiful.

“He’ll come to,” Derek wrapped his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“What do we do now? They’re here,” you asked softly, stroking his arms.

“I’ll figure it out,” he said.

“We’ll figure it out,” you corrected.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to keep you out of this because I can see it’s affecting you. I can’t do my job as the man who loves you, and the man who promised your mother that I’d protect you,” Derek said softly.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“You’re different. You changed. You don’t always have to say you're fine,” he said, kissing your neck softly.

Your eyes watered slightly as you turned to face him.

“I’m not fine. I just don’t want to talk about this. Please,” you begged softly.

“Okay, we don’t have to. But you don’t have to always say you’re fine,” he wiped your tears.

“God, what did I do to deserve you?” you laughed softly, sniffling.

“I could say the same thing. Now come on. Let’s go to bed,”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as the two of you made your way to Derek’s bedroom.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I love you too, Derek Hale.”

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In Love and War

theo raeken x reader

request: @bricksatanakinswindow hi bby can you do 15 from the angst prompt with either theo raeken or liam dunbar 💕

15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood

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a/n: ty for the request bricks! i forgot how much i loved theo raeken in season 6 shoot. anyways, first time writing for theo so lemme know what y’all think!

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They say all is fair in love and war. The first time you laid your eyes upon the mysterious new guy across the hall, you felt your heart skip a beat and your palms begin to sweat. You’re not sure what it was that drew you to him that day. Whether it was his closed off demeanor or the arrogant smirk that seemed to be etched onto his features. There was something about him that drew you to him. He warned you, they all did, and yet you didn’t listen. Your heart was too naive.

“Theo Raeken,” he said with a smile, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You skeptically look at the boy, taking his hand in yours, clearing your throat when you realize you’ve been holding his hand for a minute too long. “You new to Beacon Hills, Theo?”

“Not necessarily. I used to live here as a kid,” he replied, staring off into the distance as if he were reliving some kind of memory. “How about you? Surely I’d remember someone as gorgeous as you living here in Beacon Hills all your life.”

“I actually moved here in my freshmen year.” You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and you nervously fiddle with your fingers. The bell rings pulling you out of the trance the boy had put you in. “I gotta get to class but maybe I’ll see you around?” you question him as you definitely did not cross your fingers behind your back in hopes to see him again.

“Oh most definitely,” he answers you. And with one last smile, he turns leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway like a grinning idiot. What the hell just happened?

He cared for you more than he wanted to admit. You weren’t part of his plan originally. He barely had any clue who you were until that day in the hallway when you accidentally bumped into him. He hadn’t thought of you much since then until he saw you talking to Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski after school. That’s when he knew he got lucky because now he had the perfect person to help him slither his way into the pack.

“You know Stiles is just being a little asshole again, right?” you whispered to him as the two of you laid down in the back of his truck, staring up at the night sky. “You’re not a bad person. You saved Lydia’s life for god's sake.”

Theo couldn’t shake the feelings that you gave him, and it scared him. For the first time in years, he finally had someone who didn’t see him as a mistake, as a failure. You saw him as the man he wanted to be, the Theo Raeken he wanted to be. With you, he could be the Theo that just went to high school and worried about winning over the girl he liked. With you, he felt as if all the weight on his shoulders were lifted. With you the world fell away. And that was all that mattered to him. But he couldn’t have you feeling the same way. Not with what was to come. And yet he couldn’t make himself pull away. Everything about you only drew him closer. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He swallows harshly, grabbing your hand that laid next to his. “Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” you softly answer back.

“Promise you won’t fall in love with me,” his voice falters at the end, his heart breaking with every word.

But you just chuckle, not thinking much of it, and reply by taking your hand out from under his and sitting up with a smile. “That won’t be a problem, Raeken. That much is sure.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, yeah I promise…”

You let out a quiet sob into your pillow, careful not to wake the others. His pleas and cries played in your head like a broken record. There was never a night where you weren’t there for him. His night terrors bothered him at night and you were the only one who could calm him down. Something about that fact always brought a small smile to your face. Crawling out of your sleeping bag, you carefully made your way through the sea of sleeping teens surrounding you, and quietly made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup of water, you stand at the counter, staring at the moon from the window above your kitchen sink, thinking about the first time you realized you just might have broken your promise.

You’ve never seen him like this. Like such a mess. His cocky and confident demeanor was gone leaving him in his most vulnerable state. You weren’t sure if it was his whimpers or his sobs that woke you up first but the minute you heard the boy beside you make a noise, you found yourself wide awake and sitting up beside him. His body was shaking and he was whispering incoherent words under his breath. But something about the way his face was scrunched up made you realize he wasn’t just having a bad dream. “Theo,” you whisper, slightly shaking his shoulder.

You get no response. “Theo wake up,” you try again, louder this time and putting some more force into your shake. The boy is still shaking and sobbing in your bed, each sob getting louder and louder than the first. You don’t know what else to do so you wrap your arms around his waist, grabbing his hands that rested on his stomach, and squeeze him tight. You rest your forehead against his back, gently shushing him and rubbing circles onto his palms.

He awakens with a gasp, almost getting up in a panic, when your familiar scent fills his nostrils and the feeling of your hands pull him back to reality. He hears your shushes subside, guessing that you’ve realized he’s finally awake. “Y/N,” he whispers, into the dark hoping to hear your soft voice instead of the metal whirring that won’t stop ringing in his ears.

“I’m here, I’ve got you.”

And that’s all it took for Theo Raeken to fall apart. Turning around in your arms, he cupped your face in his hands and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in your presence. Neither of you say anything as he leans forward and delicately places his lips on yours. Kissing Theo was almost like a dream. Never would you have thought kissing him would feel like this. So soft, passionate, and most of all loving. That was the night you almost let those three words slip past your lips but by the way he kissed you, you knew he felt the same as he took the words right from your mouth before spitting it back out in every movement of his lips against yours.

They say love is a battlefield. Theo had the hardest time admitting to himself that he had fallen in love with you in the short time that the two of you spent together. You were supposed to just be a pawn in his little game he was playing with the McCall pack, but you became so much more so fast. He could’ve easily thrown you away when he was done with you. Yet, even after he claimed his spot in the pack as an ally, he found himself fighting for you harder than anything he’s ever fought for anything before.

“You stay away, do you hear me?” Stiles exclaims, slamming Theo into the locker behind him.

Theo puts his hands up, shaking his head with a breathy laugh. “What, you think this little threat is going to keep me away? Do you think Y/N is going let you keep me away?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says under his breath, his grip tightening on Theo’s collar. “You leave Y/N alone, do you understand me? You drag her into this and I will fight you myself.”

“Then bring it on, Stiles. Listen, you may not trust me, but trust me when I say this. I love Y/N. I would never do anything that would put her in danger. I would protect her with my life, and I know you would do the same.”

Stiles loosens his grip on Theo in shock at his confession. Letting Theo go, he shakes his head and says, “You better mean that because if you hurt her I swear I will break your face.” And with that, Stiles storms out of the locker room leaving Theo to deal with the fact that he just confessed his love for you to Stiles of all people. But he knew deep down that his words were true. He’d endure all the pain in the world if that meant keeping you safe.

So maybe you should have listened. You should have packed your things and ran away the moment Theo Raeken approached you in the school hallway. But something in your heart begged you to stay. Now you weren’t sure if that was the best or worst mistake you’ve ever made. Maybe if you just kept your heart locked away you wouldn’t be hurting as bad as you were now. Maybe you wouldn’t be wasting your tears on a boy named Theo Raeken. But no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, your heart felt the exact opposite. You loved him. You loved him with your entire being, even if he never loved you back.

“What the fuck?” you shout at the sight of Scott’s body, bloodied and crippled on the floor. You wanted to vomit and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. But nothing came out of your mouth. You saw the figure in front of you turn around, revealing themselves to be none other than Theo Raeken himself.

“Y/N…” he says softly, carefully making his way over to you.

You look down at his claws that were dripping crimson red. “I-is that Scott’s blood?”

“Y/N,” he states firmer this time, still making his way over to you.

You flinch when he calls your name again and you back away from him. “No! Theo, what did you do?”

“What had to be done,” he replies, not missing the way your eyes shined with tears.

“No, no this can’t be right. You’re on our side! You saved Lydia, you saved me! You can’t be, you can’t…”

Theo stands his ground, still keeping his distance between the two of you despite wanting nothing more than to take you in his arms. “If you just let me explain-”

“Explain what? How you lied to us? How you lied to me? How could you do this?”

He stays silent, his eyes still boring into yours as he waits for you to realize it yourself. You’ve always been a clever girl, he didn’t doubt that you couldn’t put two and two together.

“Oh my god,” you whisper after a moment, finally understanding what was going on. “How long? Huh? How long were you going to just string me along like some-some idiot?” Your heart aches as you look at him. “God, I fought my friends for you. I defended you! And all I was to you was some pawn in your little chess game.”

“That’s not true,” he defends himself.

You scoff, tears continuing to cloud your vision. “Is it not? You liar!” You move closer to him this time, shoving at his chest. He lets you hit him as he slightly stumbles back. “Did I even mean anything to you?” You step forward, shoving him again. “God, Theo I loved you!”

This seems to pull a reaction out of him. Lowering his gaze to the floor, he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“You think that was going to stop me? Theo, you made me feel things that no other guy has ever made me feel before. You made me feel safe, warm, and loved. But obviously this has always been a one sided thing.”

“Y/N-” I love you, he wanted to say, but the words never left his mouth. “You’re a fool for thinking I could ever love you.” Liar. “Like you said, you were just a pawn in my little game.” I’m sorry. He takes a step towards you and this time you don’t move. The two of you are almost chest to chest as he towers over you, looking down. “And you were naive enough to fall for my little act.” I still care about you.

That was the night Theo Raeken broke your heart. That was the night you swore to never love again.

Theo Raeken was a liar. A cheater. He used you and your heart. But as you layed back down in your bed, you couldn’t help but think maybe you should have seen it coming. Maybe heartbreak was inevitable. After all, all is fair in love and war.

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Red Light, Green Light

I lost the original ask when I tried to post the other day but thankfully I had this saved! Thank you to the anon who sent this!! It was a great challenge and obviously it took me a long while (so I hope you’re still around!) but I’m actually quite happy with it :D I might finally be gaining some confidence with writing hehe lots of thanks to @kcfriedchicken for always putting up with me and cheering me on, and also to @livinginfictions for the thorough beta!! <3

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Derek blinked lazily at the clock on Stiles' desk, wishing he could close his eyes and keep dozing, pretend he hadn't seen how late it was getting because that meant putting an end to this. But...an alpha missing out or being late to his own pack meeting would not do. Especially if he popped up around the same time as Stiles, both of them smelling distinctly of each other.

No. This...whatever it was—well, relationship, yes, in a way—it was just theirs for now. Stiles’ and his. They hadn't put a name to it, mostly because Derek feared to bestow a cursed title upon Stiles. Connections like this generally ended badly. But this was something that was just theirs, safe and secure behind four walls, or car doors. For now.

Another minute ticked by, striking Derek's ears, drawing attention to the impatient little black hands, swinging further on and on, tempting Derek to dig his claws into the plastic and tear it apart, as if that would eradicate the concept of time so that he could continue to lie here with Stiles on his shoulder. If that was all his life consisted of from this day forward, Derek wouldn't mind. He'd always seen himself bleeding to death at the hands of an enemy, enduring inexplicable pain but now...

He could spend eternity here in Stiles' room, on his tiny bed, and not be bothered at all, or alternatively, and more realistically, die happy on the spot in a good way.

He was half tempted to go public with their...relationship but it also made the fear of vulnerability stir inside his chest. It was one thing to have Stiles see his cracks and edges: to let him soothe them like balm in privacy, but revealing this thing with Stiles would mean letting the rest of the world know about his weakness. He knew the pack didn't mean him any harm, and yet...

Derek was working on giving the softness inside him space. It was a work in progress.

He sighed, another tick and tock of a minute having gone by, the planned event creeping closer. Stiles snuffled against Derek's shoulder at the sound, rubbing his scent into the worn grey shirt. His arm re-adjusted around Derek's torso.

"If you keep up with that all my shirts are gonna be shoulder free - but only on the right side," Derek said, amused and hell, proud even, at how quickly so many wolf-like behaviors had grown on Stiles; faster than anyone else in the pack, when he wasn't even a wolf. It spoke volumes of Stiles' understanding. Sure, he had been tactile from the start, searching for contact, and Derek had seen the hugs and shoulder pats he shared with his dad but this...it just felt right.

Derek was glad the human's eyes were closed because the smirk he was wearing may have been closer to a smile, and he didn't dare encourage Stiles’ ideas further. If he gave his cheesy thoughts too much room he would ruin their balanced give and take. They both found a necessary challenge in the other. Derek couldn't just surrender.

"You can buy new ones," Stiles mumbled, not caring to lift his head even the slightest bit. "Shit, it's not like you're poor. Don't be stingy. Let a guy enjoy himself."

Derek let out a light snort. "You've enjoyed yourself plenty. It's time we get ready."

Stiles just whined, slightly high pitched and grating, but a wordless communication Derek appreciated, if only for the fact that Stiles didn't necessarily need his words around him anymore. When he didn't want to, which...wasn't very often.

"Come on, let's go," Derek said, giving Stiles' a vigorous little back rub to try and get his system going, after which he managed to pull him up into a sitting position with him.

"This sucks. I'm going to excommunicate from the pack. Both you and me so we never have to deal with any responsibilities ever again," Stiles said, blinking unhappily into the room.

Derek swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching his back. "And then I'll whisk you away and we'll live in a cave like real wolf-men for the rest of our lives," he quipped.

"Exactly!" Stiles exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. "This is why I'm dating you."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. You only want me because I'm a werewolf." Derek let out a put upon sigh after slipping on his shoes and grabbing his jacket. Stiles joined him then, taking hold of Derek by wrapping his fist in the hem of his shirt.

"Come here, hot wolf-man," Stiles mock-growled, pulling him in. Derek went along easily, lips finding Stiles' blindly and letting himself sink into the warmth. Stiles' hand stroked over his cheek with the tenderness of a sunlit daisy.

God, Derek was a goner.

Derek gently nudged Stiles back, righting his head. Stiles followed his movement with a subtle lick across his lips, pupils all wide and open, as if he had a whole world in there for Derek alone to make his home in. But he couldn't let himself get distracted by Stiles again.

"I'll race you," he blurted out to shake himself out of this delirious high. A challenge: one of the strongest motivators for Stiles. On cue, Derek watched the spark ignite in his eyes.

"I'm listening." Stiles smiled at him defiantly.

"I bet I can make it home, shower and be ready before you are."

"On foot? No way! I'm so going to win this."

"Oh yeah?"

"You're a goner, Hale." Stiles was right about that on one count.

Derek met his gaze with equal glee. He held the moment just for a second longer, fingertips brushing against Stiles' nape. Stiles' pulse jumped beneath his thumb and Derek couldn't put the feelings in his chest into words, nor actions. The most he was capable of was resting his forehead against Stiles', just breathing him in.

Resisting the tangible temptation to give in to Stiles once more, Derek merely parted his lips to whisper, "Go!"

He ripped himself from the human and fled, holding fast to his next objective.

"Hey!" Stiles objected after a heartbeat, but Derek was already out the window.

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Stiles screeched into the parking lot, foot on the break and hands pulling the steering wheel for a sharp left. He skidded to a halt next to the familiar figures at the entrance to Derek’s building - he still couldn’t believe his boyfriend had bought a whole building just to maintain his social isolation. Then again, having to listen to your neighbors do literally everything couldn’t be great. It would drive anyone insane. Stiles yanked the emergency break as he parked and left the car running, jumping out in one smooth move.

Isaac could shut it, he was totally smooth.

“You asshole!” Stiles ranted, pointing at Derek in frustration. “You cheated.”

Derek did nothing but smile smugly, eyebrows openly laughing at Stiles.

“I don’t cheat,” he declared, arms crossing over his chest, now wearing a nice bright blue shirt. There was a light, earthy cologne crawling up Stiles' nose as he stood in front of this man of brawn. Stiles knew intimately how solid and strong Derek was beneath that sturdy dark blue top but instead of indulging said train of thought he had to expel it. The pack was probably used to his hormonal responses to Derek but he was supposed to be growing out of that phase.

Thank goodness for strong deodorant, Stiles thought,watching Derek's nostrils flare. He breathed in relief at the small nod that deemed him clean enough. Any lingering scents of each other scrubbed away, and a change of clothes. Dating a werewolf on the down low among other werewolves was a pain in the ass. Especially when assholes like Jackson would sneer and complain about the "ghastly stink" of artificial scents only when it came to Stiles. Naturally, he didn’t dare talk smack about Derek in his presence.

"There's no way. You absolutely cheated," Stiles insisted and jabbed at those abs, just under Derek's elbow, where he knew he was ticklish. Then he bit his tongue lest he let anything incriminating slip and whirled around, grinning to himself at the quiet wheeze behind him.

"You done?” Lydia asked with an audible eye roll. How was it that all of Stiles’ favorite people had perfected that movement?

“Yup!” Stiles declared, making a beeline for Erica to hook his arm into hers. Erica was bound to try to interrogate him about what kind of cheating Derek had done but Stiles was a sheriff’s son, and he had all his evasive techniques down. Of course, Erica had her own theories about him and the alpha, which may or may not have resulted in him confessing to her about his crush. Despite not being able to tell her about any of the developments, he found comfort in the fact that he could be sure she was rooting for them. “C’mon, bestie. Let’s go!”

Stiles didn’t miss the grin Erica sent Derek’s way before they turned and headed up into the loft, making a pit stop at the still running Jeep. The rest of the pack slowly shuffled after them.

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Somehow... no matter how organized Derek tried to be before a pack meeting or how sternly he glared and attempted to keep the pack in line, pack meetings always resulted in chaos and headaches. Right now, there was a discussion going on about cats and full moons that weren’t based on any scientific (or supernatural) evidence and Derek couldn't even recall when the conversation shifted.

Even Stiles was getting tired at this point, rubbing his forehead vigorously as he hung over the laptop. Derek hadn't heard him typing for the past 15 minutes and it hadn’t been long after that Stiles had stopped sending sullen looks his way and started stubbornly picking at the permanent stain on the table.

"Okay, let's wrap this up and get something to eat before I start tearing out throats," Derek sighed.

Stiles' laptop snapped shut before Derek finished the sentence.

Boyd smirked. "We haven't heard that one in a while," he commented.

"So, we're done, right?" Lydia declared, already packing up her things and slipping her shoes back on.

"We're done when I say I'm done," Derek said. "Any other questions left?"

Erica raised her arm from her lounged position.

"Yes."

"Are we done?" she asked, without as much a hint of amusement, and Derek was. Derek was 100 percent done trying to deal with these teenagers.

He gave her a long blank stare. Just to prove how much he meant it, before he turned from where he had been pacing and pointed at Stiles.

"Patty's. You're driving."

Then he marched upstairs to his private bathroom, just to buy himself some alone time, hanging out the tiny window and staring out at the tree tops.

He loved his pack, he did. Sometimes it was all a bit much and he needed to breathe, though. He'd been the same even as a kid.

He waited until everyone had made their way into the stairwell before taking a deep breath and following. A small part of him was hoping Stiles would linger behind so they could have a moment but he quickly buried that thought with logic. They would be heard and how could he even already miss Stiles when they had just spent hours together?

Grabbing his jacket, wallet in the pocket, he pulled the door shut and ambled down the stairs. He didn't bother locking it. There was nothing to protect, and Derek made sure to chase off any stupid teens who wanted to screw around and vandalize the place. Any supernaturals wouldn't be bothered by a lock anyway.

The only exception was, of course, when Stiles was around.

Of course, the kids weren't even close to figuring out a seating order by the time he joined them. What did Derek even expect?

But upon approaching the Jeep, he found one seat occupied. The passenger seat. Derek stopped short.

"Erica." Because of course.

Her curls bounced as the young women turned to look and flash a grin at him.

"Derek, hi! Would you look at that, we're matching," she said, shimmying in her own leather jacket, just as black as his, but newer and shinier. Derek wouldn't really say they matched, because Erica was a fashion statement in herself, a force of her own, and Derek was just…wearing a memento because it was comfortable. Whatever.

Derek crossed his arms.

Stiles came over to his side, leaning on him and in toward Erica. Stiles let his fingers tap lightly against Derek's pec. Thank God Stiles had always been reckless with physical contact and there was no sudden change in intimacy that could cause suspicion. Derek just had to make sure he didn't preen too much.

"Eyebrows basically mirrored, matching, with only a slight degree of tilt, I would say maybe like a good… 19%. And then we have a non-flared nose but alert ears and oh, dare I say… that freshly trimmed stubble really drives the point home,which is…Erica, I think you better move," Stiles warned, voice lifting from dramatic broadcaster to a cartoonist sing-song tune.

Derek chose not to acknowledge Stiles, because encouragement would surely only escalate this situation. Either in the manner of Stiles' antics, or instead with the fondness trying to bloom in Derek's chest.

Erica only proceeded to lean further into her seat, eyes flickering between the two of them with a certain glint.

"And why's that?" she challenged.

"Because I say so," Derek muttered.

"And he's the alpha," Stiles finished for him, straightening with pride.

Erica gazed back between the two of them, lips pursuing with evident consideration of pushing further. Then she sighed.

"You know it's really not fair when you gang up on me," she said, but a smile still snuck its way onto her face. She turned towards the middle console and hiked herself up to clamber into the back. Halfway there, she stuck her hands out and called for Boyd's assistance, who gave a small shake of his head but quickly came to his girlfriend's aid.

Derek bit back a comment while Stiles laughed at his side, and then detached himself from him. Before Stiles left to go grab his own seat, he left a gentle pat on Derek's back.

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Two and a half hours, 12 burgers, 7 large fries (4 regular and 3 curly), 2 cartons of onion rings, some chicken, multiple stacks of pancakes, 4 waffles, 8 milkshakes, and a juicy mixed berry pie later, they were back in the cars, making the 20 minute drive to Beacon Hills. Sure, there were plenty of places to eat in town but after discovering Patty’s diner one early morning while dealing with some kind of manticore-like creature nearby, they had deemed this the best reasonably close diner. Now, it was a regular thing.

Jackson led the way in his Porsche, of course, with Lydia right at his side and Scott and Allison in the back, while Jeep tailed them with Stiles at the wheel. Erica was splayed out in the backseat with her head resting in Boyd’s lap, quietly humming along to the radio. Isaac was smooshed over on the other side and yet still somehow found a way to rest his head on Boyd's shoulder and close his eyes.

Hungers sated, stress digested and drama enacted all through dinner, everything was starting to slowly settle. Even Derek's restless soul found sanctuary in the familiar scents of his pack and the rhythm of Stiles' fingers against the wheel as they corresponded with his heartbeat. Derek allowed himself to find comfort, sinking further into the seat and stretching his arm casually out to rest on the back of Stiles' seat.

He watched Stiles' eyes flicker his way but halt and return to take in the sight in the rear view mirror. A small smile tugged at his lips and Stiles hummed along with Erica as if the swell of affection radiating from him was not at all related to Derek's action.

Derek followed his gaze back out to the street in front before he could get lost in retracing the slope of Stiles' nose and the starry path of moles down his cheek. The Porsche was growing ever smaller, occasionally disappearing from view entirely.

"You're going to lose them," Derek remarked. Not that it really mattered; everything still felt safe enough. As safe as it could, that was.

"If Jackson wants to flash his bougie car as some sort of compensation even though he didn't even buy it himself, he can be my guest. I'm not pushing my darling today," Stiles said, making a show of stroking the wheel. He smirked. "Unless you want to pay for a full on “Pimp My Car” session?"

Derek snorted. "In your dreams."

"One day. Just you wait. You'll see."

"Upgrading anything about this—this—" Derek reconsidered calling Roscoe a piece of crap whenStiles threw him a warning glare, "—hunk of metal…would cost more than buying a brand new SUV, including A/C and all the good stuff."

"You know, if you give me that in cash, I could totally start saving up for that upgrade." Stiles gave him an impish little smile.

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon, Hale. Fork over the cash," Stiles sang, holding up a hand and rubbing his fingers together. "Otherwise I might have to start charging by the mile, along with a service fee."

Which Derek had absolutely offered Stiles before. Well, not payment by the mile but he had happily suggested taking care of all charges for the usage and maintenance of the Jeep. He had repeatedly insisted and it was Stiles who, more often than not, refused.

"I think we might have to switch over to transport by taxi. That'll be cheaper as well as a smoother ride," Derek countered.

"What are you, 50? Have you ever heard of Uber? It's what all the—"

"Eyes on the road, Stiles."

"I am paying attention. Jeez, relax."

"And both hands on the wheel."

"Stop acting like my dad—"

"Oh my God, Stiles. I am not that old. Stop comparing me to your dad, of all people."

"Then stop acting like it. You're out here lecturing me like I don't always get you right where you need to be. With special bodyguard services, if I may add, which you will never get from any carpooling service."

Derek shook his head at the smug smile on his mate's face. There was time for sweet praises to be whispered into burning ears from within warm embraces in bed later. For now, he just preened at the familiarity of the interaction. Nothing like some good old bickering to help digest a feast.

"It's red." Derek pointed out to the street light ahead.

"I have eyes," Stiles said, easing down on the brake a little harder. The Jeep eventually rolled to a stop before the empty intersection, the hanging mist seeping from the tall dark trees radiating a gleaming red.

Derek loved it when the world made it seem like time stood still.

Stiles turned to him.

"Red light," Stiles proclaimed, voice suddenly open and unguarded. It was like the silvery shine to full moon nights when they encased Derek in protection. He reacted to the words on instinct, habit pulling him forward. Derek leaned in without hesitation.

Letting his lips meet Stiles' didn't require any guidance. He'd probably find his way home to Stiles' soft touch blindfolded from the opposite side of the world. Kissing Stiles was sweet like honey and warm like a fireplace in the dead of a Siberian winter.

It wasn't a peck, definitely a longer interaction, but it was still soft and sweet. They were encapsulated in their own little world until they finally parted. Derek found those beautiful amber eyes and smiled.

"Green light," he said softly, having registered the quiet click and the now lightened fog outside.

Stiles breathed out between parted lips, a corner of them hiking up. He was just about to shift the car into motion when—

"What the ever loving fuck was that?!" Erica burst between them with a shout, nails digging into their sleeves. "What? I mean, this! You kissed!"

Stiles brought his foot down on the brake again hard, but he forgot the clutch and killed the engine instantly. He'd let out his own shout that fell quiet as the car came to a rocking stop.

Derek winced at the volume before he could register what was going on and then… froze.

"Erica! What the hell," Stiles breathed out, throwing his hands up to his hair. His discomfort couldn't solely be attributed to the surprise from the backseat, Derek figured, chancing a look over to see the blush climbing up Stiles' face. Derek knew all too well how it started; with the pink gleam budding just beneath his collarbone before it expanded like smattering star dust all the way up his neck that found its heart in his cheeks. Right where Derek found the source of his happiness when they tugged up and bunched around Stiles' smile.

"No." Erica shook her head. "Not me. What is going on right here?" She tugged at their arms. "When did this start? How long has it been going on?"

"And how in hell did you manage to keep this a secret, Stilinski?" Isaac threw in, his head popping up beside the bouncy curls.

Stiles looked over at Derek cautiously. His heart was clearly doing double time and well, so was Derek's. They had always avoided discussing the possibility of an involuntary reveal so, honestly, it served them right. Derek should've known the universe would have a trick up its sleeve as soon as he relaxed.

But…this wasn't necessarily something bad. He was pretty sure that the pack wouldn't mind about this development. Chances were, it would bring them all closer together. Somehow.

Still, doubts remained. Fear crept through him on spindly legs, ready to strike with its black widow fangs at any moment. There was so much that could go wrong. So much-

There was a deep intake of breath from beside him.

"It's not what you think," Stiles said then.

"Oh, so Derek wasn't just shoving his tongue down your throat?" Erica hummed, and she leaned forward to place her chin on Stiles' shoulder.

"There was no tongue involved!" Stiles exclaimed, throwing up an arm.

"There was a kiss though," Boyd intercepted.

Stiles glared at him through the rear view mirror. "You too? Betrayal."

"I am pretty curious about this," he replied, gazing over at Derek as best as he could past Erica's and Isaac's heads.

"Oh my god," Stiles breathed. "It was just…a game! It was—it was just a game."

"A game?" Erica had nearly perfected the signature Hale eyebrow lift.

Stiles was not fully successful at covering up his jealousy.

Nor the shame and upset at having to play the incident off. Derek wasn't having it.

"Yes, a game. The red light game. You spend hours on your phone. How have you not—" Stiles started.

"No," Derek interrupted. There was a quiet hitched breath as all heads turned to stare at the Alpha. He tried to remain calm, and turned to look at his mate.

"It's not just a game. It is our game but we're also dating." Derek swallowed, keeping his breath and words steady. "He's my boyfriend."

Erica's squeal almost drowned out Stiles' beaming joy, but all Derek could see was Stiles; and the unfiltered, sunshine-bright love shining off his exhilarated face. There was surprise there, and some hesitance, but it was overrun by excitement.

"I fucking knew it!" Erica laughed loudly, smacking a kiss to Stiles' cheek and quickly infecting him with her laughter.

It wasn't long before most of the car had joined in, searching for touch all around. Derek felt both pats on his shoulders as well as a grip near his neck, grounding him to pack amidst all the congratulations. It seemed funny now, worrying about the reception of this news. Derek ducked his head to hide his burning eyes.

Relief, happiness—he wasn't even sure what to feel first, but he almost felt like he didn't need to name it. All he had to do was let himself feel it for now. Stiles put his hand over his, squeezing it lightly. Derek took it.

"Wait, so this is why we found you two cooking together that one time!"

Derek smiled, looking up to the road ahead with a lighter soul.

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Perfect

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Stiles hated that smug look. That frickin confident smirk. But Theo is perfect. Theo is exactly what he needs.

It was just like with Jiang and Tierney. Theo was riling them up until he got the confession of the crime from them. It happened again today. Theo successfully pulled out a confession from a supernatural suspect under FBI investigation - a new branch and department dealing with the supernaturals- where Stiles was working.

Theo helps Stiles out from time to time. Theo is great for the job because:

1. He can handle himself well against supernaturals.

2. He can control his heartbeat and chemosignals, practically immune to lie detector supernaturals.

3. Anti-supernatural plants and ashes doesn't affect him, being a chimera.

He is one perfect asset.

"We good?" -Theo looked up at the cctv.

Stiles ordered to get Theo out of the cell. Stiles stared at that smug face on the camera. He hated it. But he knows he can't fool himself, he actually loves it. How confident Theo is. And how he backs it up with actual skills that delivers results.

Theo walked into the camera room where Stiles is. Smiling ever so confidently at Stiles, who just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Stiles ordered the other personnels to get out of the room, having it all for himself and Theo.

Theo prowled closer to Stiles, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed the nape of his neck. Stiles tilted his head a little. "Can't you wait?" Stiles said, cheeks blushing.

"No." the chimera answered simply. Stiles finished up typing his report as Theo kept kissing his neck, sucking pretty hard on a spot.

"Shit! Theo, no hickeys!" -Stiles squirmed a little, escaping his way out of Theo's embrace.

Theo laughed. "Sorry, I'm sorry. Come back here." Theo reached out to Stiles again, capturing him by the waist and pulling him onto his chest again. He nuzzled Stiles's neck as he swayed both of them side to side in a tight embrace.

Stiles smiled as he pressed send on his email, letting Theo sway him about. He then closed his laptop and faced Theo. He looked at the shorter chimera. Theo still looks gorgeous even years after college. Still perfect, long, soft wavy hair. Still beautiful face, with added perfectly trimmed sexy beard. Then Stiles looked at his body. Ohgod. Those arms. Stiles then pictured the chest and abs under the shirt, which he's seen too many times now, but it never grows old. Ever.

'Why is it always the villains who look so fuckin attractive?!?' -Stiles thought.

Well, okay, Theo is not a villain anymore to Stiles. More like an anti-hero. More like an x-force that does the deeds that needed to be done but cannot and doesn't want to be done by the conventional heroes. He redeemed himself very well back in Beacon Hills. 2nd chances. So much so that every time Stiles needs Theo for an assignment, Scott says: ohgod, I would need 2 good werewolves to replace Theo's post for the mean time. And then asking immediately when Theo would be back.

"Love what you see?" -Theo flashing him a smile. That fuckin confident smile Stiles melts under, every time.

He couldn't hold it any longer "Theo, babe..." Stiles leaned in for a kiss.

Yes, they have come to an arrangement. They call it that, but they both know it's more than just an arrangement. There are feelings involved, neither just wanted to admit it first. But they know, by the way they stare, touch, kiss, and make love.

Stiles stopped the kissing. "Let's get outta here."

It started with a kiss. In one of the cases Theo helped him with. They had been observing a werewolf pack that kidnaps teens and turns them when they reach 17 years old. They tried to plant a mole in the pack but they were always found out. Not until Theo. The alpha was weary but he couldn't detect anything from Theo. The perfect liar that he is. Even if he listened to the heartbeat, he will never sense anything out of the ordinary. So the alpha trusted Theo and overtime revealed all about the operation. When the location of the kids were told, they pulled Theo out and rained in mistletoe in there.

Stiles was elated. It was his first case that he headed. He kissed Theo in his celebration and it escalated steaming quickly into him writhing underneath the chimera, moaning Theo's name with intense pleasures, in the best fucking he's ever had. And kept having since then.

Like right now.

"I missed you." Theo gripped his jaw, making him tilt his head to the side on the couch. Stiles bit on the towel there as his ass was getting pounded on.

"Fck!" Stiles struggled to speak, being half choked. One of his kinks he discovered being with Theo. He likes his sex rough, not too rough though, just a little bit -and Theo knows exactly just how.

Theo then made him come on the couch. "I hope you have some more to give, Stiles. We'll continue this in the bedroom." Theo winked at him as he pulled out, still rock hard.

Theo turned him over so that they are facing each other. Stiles knew what to do for it happened many times now. He wrapped his arms around Theo's neck and his legs on Theo's waist. The chimera then grabbed his ass and lifted him up effortlessly with him as he stood. Stiles felt Theo's erection bumped on his ass, a taste of what's to come.

'Ohmygod.' Stiles thought as he was carried to the bedroom. He knew he'd come at least 3x tonight. 'Fuckin werewolves and their stamina.'

---

Stiles groaned awake. Exhausted from last nights multiple rounds of love making with Theo. He rolled over and tried to think back how many times that was. '...fuck, can't remember.' Theo was asleep beside him, one arm draped over his waist. Stiles smiled and buried his nose on Theo's hair.

Theo spent the weekend over at Stiles's place. Bonding over series or movies or making out or making love. Again. And again.

Theo readied his stuff to leave the night. Stiles watched him. He doesn't want Theo to leave. But he can't hold him here. Scott had called and ordered the beta chimera back to Beacon Hills. Yeah, Scott had made Theo beta, next to Liam. Being ever reliable to all his pack needs. Then calling Stiles afterwards, apologizing for cutting their lovey-dovey time shorter. With a few poking fun at Stiles. Scott loved how Stiles would not confirm nor deny his relationship with Theo. Loving how Stiles's voice would hitch, crack, and stutter his words.

Theo lifted his bag and headed out the door. Stiles hugged him goodbye... and kept hugging.

Theo laughed. "Stiles." He said in a sing song tune. "I gotta go. Pack calls."

Stiles just growled and kept hugging Theo.

"Come on, princess... snow white. sleeping beauty. cinderella. rapunzel. belle."

"... hmph! beast!" -Stiles poked Theo's sides.

"Ouch, hey. I'm Beast?"

"You are... my beast." -Stiles finally let go of the hug.

"A very handsome beast." -Theo turned to face him. "You have to kiss me, then. Free me from my curse."

Stiles couldn't help but laugh. He slapped his palms on Theo's chest and then indeed kissed him. "Take care on the road home." 'I love you.' He wanted to say. But he doesn't wanna say it first. He had been writhing, moaning, panting, and making lewd sounds -which he never imagined he could make- under Theo every time they fck, he's kinda embarrassed from himself; he wanted Theo to say I love you first.

"Okay." Theo replied. He then leaned down to kiss on Stiles's chest, where his heart is.

Stiles went back inside and closed the door after seeing Theo off. He touched his chest where Theo kissed him. Maybe. Maybe this is how Theo says 'I love you.'

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A few weeks after, Stiles has once again employed Theo as an asset. This time into a werecoyote pack that uses their supernatural abilities to assassinate rich people and people in power.

'Oh this would be easy.' Stiles thought. With how Theo is half werecoyote plus his fuckin good looks.

And he was right. The female dominated werecoyote pack trusted him immediately. They kept flirting with Theo though, and Stiles didn't like it. The operation was fast and Theo was perfect. He approached Stiles in the black van, sitting next to him. He nudged him but Stiles didn't pay attention to him. He didn't even tell the other personnels to leave the van. Theo was puzzled.

He looked intently at Stiles. "What's wrong?" Stiles just huffed and continued ignoring him. Theo sniffed and smelled anger and jealousy. Oh. Okay. That's it. He whispered to Stiles: "How about you tell the others to leave then I'll explain."

"How about you wait?"

Oh... Theo is fucked. Stiles is really mad. Theo never pushed more after that. He knows he had to wait this out.

"Stiles, you don't have to be jealous."

Stiles closed the door of his apartment and dropped his bag on the couch. "Do I? Cause I'm pretty sure flirting with them was not part of the plan."

"I had to indulge them, Stiles. For a faster and better work. You know that. I know you know that." Theo reached for his hands, stepped into his space, and wrapped them around his waist. "Stiles... babe..." Theo nuzzled his neck.

Stiles knew Theo was right. He had to do the flirting. And it indeed fast tracked the operation. And, ohgod, the nuzzling on his neck. Theo caught on that Stiles had calmed down. "We good, Stiles?" Stiles just moaned his yes and hugged Theo. He felt kinda ridiculous for being jealous... and goddammit, that hand on his crotch. Theo started palming him through his pants. "Oh, Theo."

The next thing, Stiles found himself coming on the bed for the nth time, honestly, he stopped counting after the 2nd one. He was on his belly underneath Theo's pounding. "Stiles..." Theo said to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"I'm knotting you." The words were ragged out from Theo.

"Oh...oh!mygod! Y-Yeah-you are knotting me...holy fu!-" Stiles muffled himself on the pillow as he felt that familiar swell.

Theo was breathing raggedly on his ear as he comes to terms with the knot. Once full, he lifted Stiles and rolled them both on their side. Nibbling on Stile's neck and shoulder as they wait for the knot to come down.

Theo was lying on his back and Stiles was laying his head on Theo's chest, listening to the chimera's heartbeat.

"Stiles... be careful around that guy, you're second in command."

"What?" Stiles said the guy's name. "Why? Is he supernatural?"

"No no no. He's attracted to you. Probably thinking dirty thoughts. He reeks of jealousy and anger when I'm around. He hates me."

"Are you jealous, Theo?"

"No."

Stiles listened to his heartbeat.

"You know I can control my heartbeat, right?"

"Shhh! You never know." Stiles kept listening to Theo's heart.

Theo let out a little laugh and "Okay... I'll let down control this time." Theo took a deep breath and continued.

"I'm not jealous."

Heartbeat still normal.

"I'm furious."

Heartbeat started racing.

"I'm furious that he would look at you that way. Think of you that way."

Stiles placed his hand on Theo's chest as he heard the heartbeat kept racing faster and louder.

"And if he ever touches you, I swear, Stiles. You're gonna have to break me out of jail."

Stiles closed his eyes and kept listening to Theo's heartbeat. "Oh, Theo." He lifted his head and kissed the chimera. To hell with the Theo should say it first. He's gonna say it first. "I love you, Theo." then he kissed him again. Theo hugged him tight.

They continued cuddling with Stiles tracing circles on Theo's chest and abs. Asking Theo if he ever thought about working for law enforcement. Saying that he's such a great asset. He could be a deputy in Beacon Hills, be partners with Parrish. And be good cop, bad cop.

"I assume I'm the bad cop?" -Theo combing Stiles's hair with his fingers.

"Of course." Stiles answered matter of factly.

Then Stiles's imagination started running wild and free; picturing Theo in the deputy uniform. So tight that it strains on his arms and chest, showing off his narrow and sexy waist too. And of course, the pants, that ass and thighs. Ahhh, uniforms and handcuffs. Theo caught the scent of arousal from Stiles.

"You're thinking it, huh? Me in the deputy uniform?"

Stiles didn't say a word but smiled, so guilty. Theo chuckled. "Oh, naughty naughty Stiles... do you want me to dress up as deputy next time?"

Stiles whipped his head up and nodded, vigorously. "Yes, daddy. Yeah yeah yeah."

Theo laughed "Alright. But I don't know where to get one."

"Don't worry! I got that covered." Stiles reached for his phone and started ordering from an online shop.

"You have my size?"

"I have all your sizes. Shoes, pants, undies, shirts, cap, ring finger."

"Ring finger?!?"

Stiles just giggled and tapped place order on his phone. "Yeah, for when we put a ring on it, Beyonce."

Theo bursted out laughing, hard. He patted Stiles's arms repeatedly, wheezing from too much laughter.

Stiles stared at Theo and felt so elated to make Theo giggle that much. Smiling so much. Laughing so much.

"Ohgod, Stiles... I love you. I love you so much." Theo kissed him as he rolled on top of Stiles, to take care of that new arousal.

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