#help me these traumatized clever boys have my brain bursting with ideas

[khryptid]

Really getting to the point of “write the fic you wish to see in the world”

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4 5 6 for ALL OF THE CaPri FANFICS

LKSJMDHGVLKSJ ALL OF THEM???

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? 5: What part was hardest to write? 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Ink On Paper (tongue fic) 4. lmfaoooooooo there isn't a whole lot of dialogue in this one oop-

Laurent nodded. The wax softened as he pressed his hand into it, erasing his previous message. Soft, warm, melting under his touch. He wrote again, I need someone who is not afraid to read out the insults I make towards the idiots at court. You have been fired, Damianos.

i guess it technically counts lmfao. i just wanted to show laurent post-trauma still able to make jokes and snipe at his husband so it wasnt all doom and gloom 5. i'm not sure exactly what "hardest to write" here means because like... a lot of these fic have serious gore or otherwise upsetting content, but both emotionally and actually writing wise i find that kind of thing actually pretty easy to write hahahaha. i think i got stuck with the chronology and the decision to make it non-linear made it flow a lot better. for the record writing laurent getting raped and then having his tongue cut out was actually very easy to write, i think i got it out in basically one go. #cancelme the more fucked up and intense the easier i find to nyoom through it 6. my first ever fic in the capri fandom!!!! hehehehhehehe <333333 Level Of Concern (plan B fic) 4.

Before Nicaise could say anything, Laurent spat, “Does he know you had your first heat?”

SURPRISE nic was the one who was pregnant the whole time!!!!!!! 5. this one i banged out REALLY quickly so i cant think of anything here 6. capri omegaverse!!!!!!! i wish there was more of this 🥺🥺🥺 Like Me (what if Auguste was also abused fic) 4. ******CW INCEST MENTION CW ABUSE MENTION******

“Your brother’s stuck his dick in every single member of your family,” Auguste spat out, laughing, crying, and so miserable he thought his heart would stop. His voice rose again, and he felt something burst from him as he screamed for the whole world to hear, “Did you know that? Did you, huh papa? Did he fuck you too?”

dude this line is so fucked up lmfao but i enjoyed writing it so much. actually this entire scene where auguste is having his breakdown was really intense to write and im really pleased with how it came out OR

Auguste grabbed him suddenly, looking up into his grief-stricken face desperately. “Please, Laurent,” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Please. Don’t let him end up like me.”

i felt entirely too clever with this line lmfao. i was like ~ooooohhhhh title drop~ im so dumb 5. i just remember this one like. dragged on for some time. i couldnt figure out what to do with it, how to get everything to coalesce around the final reveal about auguste 6. plot twist!!!!!!! plus auguste angst. i really enjoyed this one, i wrote it after watching the movie Spotlight which is one of my all time faves Softly, Gently 4.

“My King has been overexerting himself again, I presume?” Paschal sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “When have I ever done that?” Laurent cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his face.

hehehehe sassy laurent my beloved <33333 5. honestly im just going to skip this one from now on lskjghmvlksjhglkvsjhdl i just get "stuck" sometimes without rhyme or reason and its usually on boring stuff, but then i cant remember later. the hardest part for me is when my dumb fucking adhd brain wont let me focus on writing but once i overcome that its usually pretty smooth sailing 6. horny omegaverse.................... my beloved............... giving men vaginas for horny reasons my beloved......................... Water of Life (birth fic)

“Do you want to hold him?” Erasmus breathed, eyes glassy. The baby cried, Erasmus bouncing him tenderly in those sunkissed arms. He looked apologetic. “Only for a moment, it’s not quite over yet.” A playful smile danced on Erasmus’ lips, and he brushed away a slick, damp curl from the wailing baby’s head. “A head this big, he certainly takes after Exalted.”

a cute, fun lil line in the sea of horrible angst lmfao ORRRRRR

Erasmus knelt before Damen, before Laurent. He said, “Exalted… Can you command his Highness to push?” Damen froze. “Do you mean…?” Erasmus nodded. “Alpha command.” Damen’s expression crumpled. He said, in a voice that shattered Erasmus’ heart, “I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” Erasmus licked his lips. “Exalted, in this state, he can’t push. His contractions are weaker. He’ll-” “I can’t,” Damen cried, clinging to Laurent’s limp body like a lifeline. “He’d… He’d never forgive me.”

damen is so sweet........ he loves laurent so much...... ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He stopped at the doorframe, turning to face Laurent with tears in his eyes, and whispered, “How long does it take, your Highness?” Laurent, shocked enough to respond, hissed, “What?” “I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking of it,” Erasmus said, voice thick in his throat, tears burning at his eyes. “How long until it’s over?”

real sad hours if u up click like. i love erasmus and laurent bonding over their shared trauma <33333333333333333333 laurent and erasmus friendship propaganda 24-fucking-7 bay bee!!!!! 6. unironically this is one of my fav fic ive ever written skdljmfhgvlksjdhflmgkvjshldkjfghvmls call the midwife is one of my favorite shows and writing this made me look at birth as something visceral and possibly horrible and traumatic. i wanna write more fucked up birth scenes, SO MANY MORE. ridley scott knew what he was doing Sandalwood (erasmus/kallias my sweet boys i love u so much) 4.

“I do,” Erasmus breathes, ducking his head, flushed as though embarrassed. “In the gardens, the perfume from the orange trees all around us on those summer nights.” Kallias smiles behind him – Erasmus knows his body so intimately he can feel it in how Kallias’ posture changes, though he can’t see the soft turn of his lips. “The scent was so cloying I thought it would drive me mad. It made me want to kiss you senseless.” Erasmus laughs, breathlessly, imagining the warm heat of Kallias’ mouth against his. “Don’t blame that on the orange trees, dear one.”

beloved..................... im weeping.......... 6. these two make me fuckign CRY ON THE REG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY SWEET BOYS YOU DESERVE THE WORLD- Wisps of Smoke******************* (lauguste fic) 4. ***CW EXPLICIT INCEST*** (i mean....... obviously lmfao)

“Call me what I like,” Auguste growled against his ear. “You know what I like.” He did. Laurent did. He knew everything Auguste liked – the slow flick of Laurent’s tongue on the underside of his cock, that tender spot behind his earlobe, the way Laurent’s thighs looked straddled atop him like his horse – and this. “Brother,” Laurent gasped, desperate, “Brother, please, harder. Harder.”

i wanted the incest to be explicitly part of the kink here lmfaoooooo 6. hehehehehehehhehehehhehe lauguste................... i need to write more of u But I Love It (laurent is allergic to latex fic) 4.

“Laurent,” Auguste said, voice high in warning. Laurent braced himself, stiffening visibly. With what seemed to be monumental effort, Auguste continued, “You know, Laurent. I’m proud of you.”

IM A SOFT BITCH OK???????????????? auguste is PROUD of his baby bro for overcoming his sexual trauma and getting that fat dick 6. SLJHVDLMKJDHGVLK PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED THIS FIC i tried to be funny and i think it worked. plus some softe bits thrown in. i also kind of see lots of humor fic where its a no abuse au, but i wanted to write something comedic where the regent still. existed u kno????? anyways hahahahha i dont think i can write anything like this again but im glad y'all liked it Is It Cold In The Water (slice of life fic) 4.

Laurent opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but instead, what comes out is: “Do you think Aimeric had the right idea?” Damen is quiet for so long, gaze serious and framed with his long, dark lashes, that Laurent wonders if he’d spoken aloud at all – and when he’s sure he had, he realizes Damen had remembered Aimeric after all. When he speaks again, the sleep is gone from his voice. “Laurent,” Damen says carefully, as though approaching a spooked horse, “Is something wrong?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 soft,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6. ruby likes this fic lskjdvhmflgksfjdhmvglkjsdhflkvgmjhlekjfhdvlgskjfhv im a SIMP- The Devil's Got Nothing On Me (AIMERIC FIC LEGGOOOO) 4. there are lots of lil nuggets in here!!!!

Aimeric blinks, and all he can think is, you knew? He says, "I – I just." "I am a patient man," Guion breathes, "I support everyone in my household. Everyone. But Aimeric, you are truly testing my patience. Your mother came to me in tears, begging me to find you. Look at what you did to her! There was nothing I could say until we found you!" "I'm sorry," Aimeric whispers, looking at Loyse, "I'm-" "Look at me," Guion roars.

this conversation was inspired by a very miserable encounter with my boss lmfao. fuck that guy and fuck guion

The regent, blue eyes sparkling - and Aimeric has never thought eyes could look just like a summer sky until now - says to Guion but really to Aimeric, "I was thinking I could take little Aimeric riding tomorrow. Just the two of us." Loyse says, before Guion can speak, voice trembling with relief, "I think that's a wonderful idea, your Highness."

~dramatic irony~ lmfaoooooooooo. WE know of course that this is a bad thing, but it's always fun to have characters make bad choices that they have no idea are bad. i also did this briefly in "Like Me" with auguste's ex wife taking nicaise to church because she was so overwhelmed at home and he offered to help. of course, the regent is always happy to help out. evil evil evil

"-was worried it might be difficult for him." A soft, lilting laugh. The guards had said the regent was in the library, and then there is Guion, right there with him. Aimeric is suddenly angry, not sure why his father is with the regent, who is his and no one else's. The regent responds, "I daresay it's been perfectly easy. It seems you've done most of the work already."

i wanted to highlight the fact that it was aimeric's neglect that lead him to the regent in the first place. hence "youve done most of the work already" - guion by ignoring and neglecting aimeric created the perfect environment for the regent to sweep in and take advantage. like leaving food out btwn 40-140 F is a perfect breeding ground for bacteria LOL. the books touch on that but i wanted to make it explicit

He is so, so ashamed. It's unbearable, the thought of her kind eyes, the way she cried for him, the way he pushed her away. Before he'd left to join the prince's guard, she had taken his hand, kissed it, and said in a voice fragile as glass, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile like that," but in that moment he could think only of the regent's letter warm in his pocket.

6. honestly i know ive sounded super conceited this whole time but i kind of tear up whenever i read through the end of the fic lmfao. aimeric is just so fucking depressing as a character and i love that i really got to explore that in this fic. he really didnt have anyone, did he????? he's like a tragic greek character where you just watch him stumbling towards his inevitable end and it hurts the whole time. its even worse on the reread ANYWAYYYYYYY thats it. thanks so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! feel free to send me more!!!

[derangedangel]

Costume Coupling- Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You come up with an idea for a group costume the pack can do for a Halloween party and try to catch Stiles’ attention with your costume

Word Count: 2,941

Author’s Note: I literally started on this a year ago. This was the first imagine I started writing and then I got stuck and ended up writing an Isaac imagine. I forced myself to finish it. Honestly, I just wanted a Halloween imagine based around the reader’s costume. Also, it’s late and I don’t feel like proof reading.

Happy Halloween!

Masterlist

You were laying on your stomach on Stiles bed flipping through a Party City magazine looking at Halloween costumes. Stiles was on his computer looking up something to do with supernatural creatures. You weren’t really sure why he was because Beacon Hills had been quiet for a few weeks. It seemed like Stiles was looking for trouble but you had other things on your brain.

“Stiles, can you stop searching for some supernatural monster that’s not even in here and help me figure out what to wear for the Halloween party?”

He turned around in his computer chair to face you and said, “I already told you what to be.”

“I am NOT dressing up as Princess Leia.”

“Oh, come on Y/N,” he said as he scooted the chair closer to you. “You’d look great with some Leia buns,” he laughed as he touched your hair.

You swatted his hand away, “Be serious please. I want to win the costume contest.”

“And why do you want to win so badly?”

“Do you not know me at all Stilinski? One,” you held up a finger in his face, “I love winning! Two,” you put up your second finger, “Halloween is the best holiday. You get to dress up, eat candy all day, and the movies are amazeballs!”

“Fine. How may I be of service?”

“Help me find a costume. There’s a few different categories for the contest: scariest, best non-scary, best pop culture reference, best couple’s costume, and best group.” You handed Stiles the magazine.

“Ok, so why don’t you do something scary?” Stiles asked as he began to flip through the magazine, eyes scanning the pages.

“Ehhh… I did scary last year remember?” You pulled out your phone to show you Halloween costume from the year before. “Zombie Disney princess.”

“Oh, yeah. You wouldn’t think a Disney princess could be so scary.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I scarred a trick-or-treater on my way to the party last year. I’m pretty sure I traumatized that little girl. She’ll never watch The Little Mermaid the same way again.”

“I worry about you sometimes, Y/N.”

Smiling back at your friend, “Yeah, but you still love me.”

Stiles smiled to himself. “So what about best pop culture reference?”

“What would I be though?”

“Kim Kardashian?”

You didn’t reply. You just stared at Stiles with a questioning look on you face.

“Ohhhkay, maybe not. What about Beyonce?”

“Stiles. Only Beyonce can be Beyonce.”

“So basically you’re going to turn down all my ideas?”

“Until you give me a good one, yes.”

You smiled at the lanky boy in front of you. He rose from his chair and laid on the bed next to you, pushing the magazine so it was in front of the both of you. The heat radiating from how close you two were sent shivers down your spine. You’d never admit it to anyone, but you began to develop a crush on the awkward spaz. You weren’t really sure when it had happened, but it did. He turned the page until it was on a couple dressed as ketchup and mustard.

Stiles pointed to the photo of the pair giggling, “Too bad you don’t have a boyfriend to be the mustard to your ketchup.”

Shaking your head, “Even if I had a boyfriend, I’d never let him talk me into dressing up as ketchup.”

“So if Channing Tatum knocked at your front door and asked you to be his ketchup, you’d say no?” Stiles knew how much you loved Channing Tatum and was using him against you.

“Channing would never ask me to dress up as ketchup. And besides, he’s married and I respect the sanctity of marriage.”

“You’re avoiding the question. This is in a hypothetical universe, where Channing Tatum is not married and knows you exist.”

“That’s not fair.”

“All is fair in love and Halloween,” he grinned at you thinking he was so clever.

You rolled your eyes chuckling, “Well I guess I’m gonna be ketchup then.”

“That’s what I thought.” Stiles gleamed. He kept flipping through the magazine, glancing at all the costumes. He suddenly stopped on the superhero section. You already knew what costume he was about to suggest before one syllable even left his mouth. “Batman!” Stiles shouted, eyes lighting up.

“Nope, not happening,” you said looking at the page.

“Why not?” he asked looking disappointed. “Batman’s a classic.”

“Yeah, such a classic that you’ve gone as him the last 3 times you’ve dressed up for Halloween.”

“So?” He looked at you like there wasn’t a problem with going as the same thing for multiple Halloweens.

“So, I’m not dressing up as batman, or batgirl, and neither are you.”

Stiles looked at you offended. “Why not?! Batman is the greatest superhero. He’s just a regular guy, well except for the whole being a billionaire thing. He chooses to save people even though he has no superpowers…”

You knew once Stiles got started talking about superheroes there was no stopping him. So you just set there, tuning him out, as usual. But all of Stiles rambling about Batman gave you a great idea.

“Plus he’s got the bat mobile which is like the greatest car-“

“Stiles.” You interrupted, but of course he kept going.

“-then there’s Robin. When people think of great duos, they think of Batman and Rob-“

“Stiles!” You shouted, finally getting his attention. He looked over to you, “You just gave me a great idea for a costume.” Grinning you quickly got up out of the bed and put your jacket on.

Stiles watched curiously as you grabbed your things, “Where are you going?”

“To Lydia’s.” Making eye contact with him, “Oh, and don’t plan on getting your Batman costume out of the closet. We’re going to win best group costume at the party.” You started opening the bedroom door as Stiles sat up.

“Are you going to tell me your great idea?” Stiles asked watching you about to walk out the door.

Turning around grinning at him, “Nope.”

“Would you stay still,” you commanded more than requested to Scott as you were applying makeup to his face.

“I don’t see how girls do this every day,” Scott said, your hand holding his chin in place.

“Yeah, we pile on tons of makeup every day to make ourselves look like acid got thrown on our faces,” you said sarcastically. “I’m making you look like Two-Face, it requires a lot of makeup. Would you rather where a lime green bodysuit covered in question marks?”

Scott shook his head from side-to-side fast with a terrified look on his face.

“Alright, then stop complaining,” you said grabbing his face to stop him from moving again.

“So when are you going to tell us your costume,” Stiles asked walking out of Scott’s bathroom.

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see it tonight.”

“Why did you get to pick out our costumes but we have no idea what you or the girls are wearing?”

“Because, I’m going for a group look and I don’t need you boys to ruin it.”

“Why would you think we’d ruin it,” Stiles said offended.

You were focused on Scott’s face so you weren’t looking at Stiles, but when Scott burst out laughing you had to see what he was looking at. Your eyes grew at the sight in front of you. Your hand rose up covering the giggle escaping your mouth.

“What did you do Stiles,” you asked still giggling.

“I got tired of waiting for you to put the face paint on me, so I did it myself.”

“Oh, honey,” you got up from the seat in front of Scott to walk over to Stiles. “You may be book and supernatural smart, but you know nothing about makeup.”

“I thought I did pretty good,” Stiles said.

“You went for more of a Ronald McDonald look than a Joker one.”

Scott snorted behind you and Stiles’ narrowed his eyes giving a threating look to his best friend.

“Here,” you said going in your bag and pulling out a makeup wipe. “Use this and take all that off so I have a blank canvas to work with.”

Stiles groaned annoyed as he reluctantly took the wipe from your hand and walked back to the bathroom.

You walked back over to Scott and sat back down in front of him to finish his face. Scott just sat and smirked at you.

“What,” you asked wondering why he looked like that.

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Remember what I told you about using your werewolf super abilities on me?”

“Yeah.”

“And what did I say,” you asked switching your brushes to apply more makeup.

“That it was an invasion of privacy,” Scott said quoting you.

“And?”

“And that you had a right as a human being to feel your emotions without me listening to your heartbeat or smelling your chemo signals.”

“And what did you just do, Scotty,” you asked turning his head slightly to get a better view of what you were doing.

“It doesn’t take my werewolf senses to see that you like him.”

You sighed and stopped moving the brush against his face. “Can you just leave it alone for tonight? We only get a brief period of time where we don’t have any supernatural problems. I just want to go out and have a good time with my friends.”

Scott looked at the downcast look in your eyes and decided to drop the conversation. “Alright, Y/N.”

“Why can’t the girls ever be on time,” Stiles asked his best friend as he looked around the party. “We should have just picked them up.”

“There’s no need for that.”

The two boys turned around to see a leaf clad green leotard dressed as Poison Ivy. Both boys’ mouths dropped at the redheaded beauty in front of them.

“You look amazing Lydia,” Scott said.

“Thanks. When Y/N said she wanted us to dress up as Batman villains, I was skeptical, but everything turned out great. You two look good.”

“Why thank you my good lady,” Stiles said holding the lapels of his purple jacket posing. Stiles began looking around noticing Lydia was by herself. “Where’s Y/N, Kira, and Malia?”

“They’re probably still trying to pull Malia away from the snack table before she eats all the food,” Lydia answered crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not anymore,” you responded from behind the group. The boys turned around to face you at the same time you spoke to Stiles. “Hey Puddin,” you smirked at the currently green haired boy in front of you.

“W-Wo- you, you look- just,” Stiles stuttered incoherently.

“Well aren’t you articulate,” you said smiling. “Close your mouth,” you spoke while you used your decorated bat to push his mouth closed, “You’ll catch flies.”

“Harley Quinn,” Scott said able to form real words unlike his friend.

“Or Dr. Harleen Quinzel, which ever you prefer.”

“Um, so you took the Suicide Squad route with your costume,” Stiles said, finally able to speak. He looked over you taking in your costume. From your blue and red pigtails, to your fake tattoos, and your shorts that showed off all the squats you had been doing.

“We both loved Margot Robbie’s Harley. Just because Leto’s Joker was subpar and you didn’t choose to be his Joker doesn’t mean Robbie’s Harley had to suffer,” you said grinning at the obviously nervous boy.

Scott and Lydia just watched the exchange take place in front of them. Both of them knowing how you felt.

“Wow, so it’s sort of like we’re dressed as a couple,” Stiles said fidgeting slightly.

“I guess so,” you said stepping closer to him. The song changed as you and Stiles were looking at each other intently.

“So Harls,” Stiles said stepping closer, “would you like to dance?”

“Now Stiles, I know you actually read Batman comics, so you of all people should know Harley and The Joker don’t end up together,” you answered smiling. “Harley is better with Poison Ivy. Maybe if The Joker would have noticed how much Harley adored him and how good for him she was, it would have worked out.” You slowly walked backwards to Lydia. “Maybe next time Mister J.”

Stiles was left jaw dropped once again. You two were close and he started feeling something for you a little while ago. He didn’t want to face rejection, so he kept his feelings to himself. But the words you said made him think you weren’t just referring to The Joker and Harley Quinn.

“What was that,” Lydia asked, confused to why you turned down Stiles.

“Lydia, you should know about playing hard to get. And besides, we’ve got all night.”

Stiles was standing near a wall watching you talking and laughing with some guy dressed in a Batman costume.

“Can you believe that Scott,” he said slapping Scott on the arm so he’d look up. Scott was trying to talk to Kira who was dressed as Catwoman. He found it unbelievably sexy, but Stiles kept ruining their conversation.

Stiles narrowed his eyes as you touched Batman’s should laughing as something he assumed wasn’t even that funny.

“Why don’t you just go over there and talk to her,” Scott said trying to encourage Stiles.

“I can’t just walk up to her. She already turned me down once.”

“Well if you don’t, then he’ll keep talking to her. And it looks like they’re having a pretty good conversation.”

“I can’t-,” Stiles began to speak but then he saw Batman lean in close to your ear to whisper and that set him off. “I’m going over there,” Stiles growled.

Stiles marched towards you determined to stop whatever was going on between you and bat boy.

“Hey, Y/N,” Stiles said with a huge grin on his face like he wasn’t hating the fact that you were obviously flirting with another guy.

“Uh, hey, Stiles.”

“Can I talk to you for a sec,” Stiles said. He didn’t have a plan on what to say. He was making this up as he went, but that was usually how he did things.

“Oh, um, sure,” you said glancing between him and the guy in front of you. “I’ll talk to you later Chris.” The guy was completely annoyed that Stiles interrupted the two of you, but you rather have been talking to Stiles anyway.

Stiles led you a few feet away from where you were and stopped.

“What’s up, Stiles?”

“Nothing really, I just wanted to tell you how great I thought your group costume idea was,” Stiles said. You watched him switch his weight from his left to his right foot and run his fingers through his hair. You knew that wasn’t why he pulled you away.

“You pulled me over here for that,” you asked arching your eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Whether we win or not I wanted you to know how good this idea was. Its way better than my idea to just go as Batman again,” he said laughing nervously.

“Is that all you wanted to talk about?” You could tell where Stiles wanted to go. You just wanted him to hurry up and get to the point.

“Yeah. I love being The Joker, and your Harley costume is great,” he commented looking you up and down. “I wish I would have known you were dressing as Suicide Squad Harely Quinn. I may have chosen to be Leto’s Joker to match.”

You smiled up at the tall brown eyed boy. “Then we would have been more of a couples costume instead of a group,” you pointed out.

“Would that have been such a bad thing,” Stiles asked not making eye contact with you. He was trying to figure out how you felt without being straight forward.

You rolled your lips back into your mouth to stop the smile from growing too big on your face. “No,” you said shaking your head.

Stiles eyes grew a little at your response. “Uh, well maybe Harley and Joker could give things a try? Again! I mean, since they already sort of dated, but like you said he didn’t realize how good Harley was for him. Maybe he just realized it too late, but there’s always time, right?”

“Right,” you said smiling closed mouthed, moving closer into Stiles.

“Maybe, next year we could do a couples costume.” Stiles fidgeted a little and glanced down at your lips.

“We’d have to be a couple in order for it to be a couples costume.”

“We could- I mean- that- that would,” Stiles stuttered.

“Do you want to go out with me Stiles,” you somehow gathered the courage to ask.

“What? Yeah! I would love too,” he said a little too eagerly for his liking.

“Good,” you said leaning in further just centimeters from his face.  

“Good,” Stiles repeated you, mirroring your actions.

“You gonna make your move or what Puddin,” you asked getting back into character.

Stiles leaned down meshing his lips with yours. Your free hand that wasn’t holding your bat reached up to touch his hair. Stiles’ arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. The scent of his earthy cologne filling your nostrils. You felt him smile into the kiss as he pulled away making you smile in return.

“Come on,” you said grabbing his hand. “Let’s go dance.”

“You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight,” Stiles asked smiling at his Joker quote from The Dark Knight.

You rolled your eyes pulling his hand leading him to the dance floor. “You are such a nerd,” you said giggling.