Devilish Best Friend
Chapter Two
“This is officially, the most stupid idea you have ever had,” Stiles mutters the words to himself as he’s digging a small hole in the section of a cross road. “I can’t believe I’m about to summon a demon, I’m so stupid,” He shakes his head, mumbling phrases as he puts the ingredients in a small, brown box and placing it in the hole. “So, so stupid,” His hands shake as he covers it with the dirt that was sitting in a pretty pile waiting to be used. Stiles stands up and steps a few feet back, pulling his sleeves over his hands and chewing on his lip. His foot taps to an imaginary beat, counting the time and looking around like a prey waiting to be devoured. “Did I do it wrong?” It can’t be possible, everything he does is planned and researched extensively.
“No, you didn’t do it wrong sweetheart,” A voice that sounds like a wet dream, a voice that’s deep and has notes of bass and charm. “Well, aren’t you just absolutely adorable,” A laugh that shakes the ground comes out, and Stiles stands there like a deer in headlights. This isn’t an ugly demon, there’s no horns, red eyes, claws, tail. This is a 6 '2 man who’s built like a greek god with eyes that could steal anyone’s breath away. “Thinking so highly of me, going to get me riled up if you keep fantasizing about me.”
“I am not fantasizing about you!” It comes out louder than expected, the human’s heart racing faster than light and his cheeks flooding with blood. “I just didn't expect you to look like that,” He looks down, clearing his throat and crossing his arms, hoping it’ll act like a safety blanket.
“We don’t look like the demons you see on TV, we are souls that take over a human vessel so naturally we look like normal humans,” The taller man, who looks around 24 peers at the man before him, his gaze taking in every inch causing Stiles to step back and pull his sleeves further down.
“Quit looking at me like I’m a piece of meat,” A whine, it comes out in a whiny tone and Stiles just wishes he could die right then and there. As if he could be even more of a bottom than he actually is. “Anyways, what’s your name?” He questions curiously, his eyes refusing to meet the other’s, instead focusing on his broad chest.
There’s a pause, and then there’s an answer.
“Derek Hale, it’s nice to meet you Stiles,” Derek purrs his name, and lets out a laugh as he watches the shorter man start gasping and blushing like a girl who just got caught reading fanfiction. “You know, we aren’t supposed to tell you our names, as a safety precaution,” He tilts his head, never taking his gaze off the other. There’s just something special about this human, something so addictive.
“Then why did you tell me?” Stiles snaps his head up, his curiosity outweighing his nervousness as he steps closer to the demon.
“I don’t know,” It comes out honestly, because Derek doesn’t know; he doesn’t know why he wants to tell this man everything. All he knows is the Devil is about to have some fun.
“Aren’t you going to ask why I summoned you?”
“Aren’t you going to stop thinking about my cock?” The black haired boy lets out a squeal as he covers his face feeling it heat up hotter than the sun.
“Get out of my head you asshole,” The name slips out, and he mentally kicks himself. He just called a demon, a demon who could snap his neck, an asshole. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize baby I like em’ feisty,” the 24-year-old winks and a smirk settles on his face as his eyes glimmer with mischievousness. “Why did you summon me?” He asks, deciding to play along with the game, although he has an idea of why.
“I want a friend,” Stiles says timidly, his arms going back to a crossed position, his eyes looking at the ground that suddenly become very interesting. Derek stops moving, his eyebrows raising, this was absolutely not what he was expecting. “I want you to be my friend, please,” The human knows this sounds pathetic, knows he sounds desperate but he’s tired of being bullied. He’s tired of being treated like shit, being lonely, his only friends being his sister, and this black cat he met on the street.
“You want me to be your friend? That’s it?”
“And maybe defend me, or help me defend myself,”
“Alright, you got yourself a deal sweetheart.. 8 years then your soul is mine.”
“Deal, do we shake on it?”
“Nah baby, we seal it with a kiss.”
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One of the things I liked about this new Percy Jackson episode is that they made the choices the kids make intentional
Instead of just going to the Arch to kill time, now they go because it is a temple for Athena, who Annabeth believes will help them.
Instead of the trio being separated because there wasn't enough room on the pod, Percy deliberately chooses to get Grover and Annabeth to safety and face Echidna alone.
It gives them a lot more agency in their actions and makes the Echidna fight carry more weight.
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Holy shit, I have never burned popcorn that badly in my life.
My mom read a bunch of articles saying the bagged microwave popcorn is terrible for you so we got a container of straight kernels and the other day we tried it and it took 6 minutes of microwaving to pop enough.
So tonight I was like "alright I'll put it on 6 minutes and check in every couple minutes" and the first 2 checkups it looked fine but it was close to overflowing cuz I put it in too small a bowl but I was like "eh, it'll be fine."
But then I came back a third time when there were like 2 minutes left and I immediately smelled smoke. So I shut off the microwave and opened the door and a TON of smoke came out. It had gotten hot enough to completely carbonize the popcorn in the center, and there was a shitload of smoke coming off.
It generated enough heat to partly melt and deform the plastic cover I had put on it.
So I turned on the vent fan and took the bowl outside to try and clear the smoke, set it on the porch, went back inside and was like "oh shit that's on a plastic tablecloth" and went back out and it had started melting the tablecloth and was still way too hot to touch. it took like 10 minutes for it to cool down enough for me to take it inside and trash the popcorn.
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