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Stile we need your help”

“No”

“There- wait no”

“Yeah no”

“What do you mean no stile we're in trouble the pack i-”

“Correct me if I'm wrong but you all have made it clear that im not pack and what I have to say is not important “

“ Stiles you've mis-”

“No I have not. Let me lay it out for you Scott. You, Lydia, Jackson, Milia, Cora, Liam, Allison, Erica, Boyd, and Issac have all ignored me for the last 7 months. No text or calls. And when I try to talk to any of you, y'all act like I'm invisible half the time and the other half is spent telling me how annoying I am. Now you wanna show up here like you're still welcomed and ask for help. You really have some balls Scott I don't know where you get the audacity from but that is not how things work. You don't abandon the person who's been with you since day 1 for your new group of friends, make him feel worthless and come to him all buddy buddy asking for help.

So the answer is no Scott. You and your friends can deal with whatever problem y’all have but leave me and my dad out of it.”

Scott stuck his foot in between the door and the door frame. “You can’t just-”

At this moment Derek appears behind Stiles and kicks Scott's foot pulling Stiles out of the way “ He said no Scott now leave.”He said forcing the door shut. “ You know I didn’t need help.” Stiles said, following him into the living room. “ I know but I wouldn't want you getting arrested for killing him no matter how annoying he is.” “Plus why anger yourself over him when you can cuddle with me.” Did Derek Hale just say he wanted to cuddle? “Shut up Stiles”

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Sweat dripped down Derek's neck as he did his drills with Boyd, passing the rugby ball to each other. His head whipped to his teammates when they started letting out wolf whistles, knowing exactly what was going on.

Stiles was walking into the field, clad in a short skirt with a white tank and his signature plaid shirt, a little purse dangling from one shoulder. He had some wedge boots on, making him taller than he already was, and a pretty, pink flush spread over his exposed skin as Derek's teammates teased him.

Derek started over to him and Stiles skipped the rest of the distance over, jumping into Derek's arms. Derek's biceps bulged as he grabbed Stiles from under his thighs, Stiles' arms wrapping around his sweaty shoulders.

"Mm, you're all messy," Stiles complained, wrinkling his nose.

"Thought you liked messy, baby," Derek teased, tucking Stiles' skirt down with one hand. He craned his neck to look at his still hooting teammates and shouted, "Alright, simmer down."

"They're such boys," Stiles sniffed, pecking Derek's nose.

"Forget about them, baby. Tell me, did you get any sleep last night?"

"Mhm, I think, like, four hours," Stiles mumbled.

"Love, you can't keep going like this. You're barely sleeping, you're gonna get sick," Derek gently admonished.

"I just have one important assignment to aubmit next week and then two weeks of exams and then I'll be free! I'll sleep then," Stiles said.

Derek rocked them from side to side and said, "Are you gonna wait for practice to be over?"

"Yeah, can I? Stay here, I mean," Stiles asked, hunching down a bit to rest his head on Derek's shoulder.

"Of course, baby. I want you on the bench though, where I can see you, not on the bleachers," Derek replied.

Derek walked them over to a bench on the side of the field, softly setting Stiles down. He grabbed the windbreaker he had discarded at the start of the practice and draped it over Stiles' legs.

"Let me know if you need anything," Derek said, rubbing his hands down Stiles' arms.

"I will. Go, everyone is waiting," Stiles whispered, blushing when Derek stole a quick kiss before running back onto the field.

The next time Derek looked over to check on Stiles, he was laid out on the bench on his side, arms curled up under his head in a makeshift pillow and the windbreaker slipping off his legs.

He ran back over to him, Boyd groaning his name behind him. Derek took his bag, emptying out the bottles inside, and gently lifted Stiles' head, placing the bag underneath. He then fixed the windbreaker, making sure his legs were covered. He knew his teammates would give him grief about fussing over his boyfriend but he didn't care, nothing was more important than Stiles' safety and comfort.

He kneeled next to Stiles, smiling softly at the tiny pout he was sporting in his sleep. He ran his thumb over Stiles' bottom lip, leaning in after to press their lips together in a chaste kiss. Before standing back up, he kissed Stiles' forehead and nose. "Love you," he mumbled, placing another kiss on the top of his head before rejoining the rest of his team.

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Tony completely forgetting about Pepper's strawberry allergy but remembering Peter's band practice and the churro lady when those voicemails/reports were meant for Happy to heard, but Tony heard them anyways.

~ mystisophia 🍒

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Peter has the biggest crush on Steve and he doesn’t hide it. He makes his feelings extremely clear. He knows Steve likes him back in that way but the man is so reserved and stubborn and chivalrous that he won’t allow himself to act on his feelings. It drives Peter crazy. He’s resorted to begging. Begging him to give him a chance, that his age doesn’t matter, that it doesn’t make Steve a bad person. But Steve never gives in, even though it eats him up inside.

One day, Peter happens to meet a Johnny Storm variant who looks exactly like Steve. It’s uncanny. He’s a lot younger than Steve, and he’s not Steve at all. He just looks exactly like him. Peter is fascinated by this and that’s what starts the conversation. They talk and they laugh and they flirt and it’s amazing because if Peter doesn’t think too hard he can just pretend it’s Steve.

Steve sees them together one day, blatantly flirting. Johnny is touching Peter’s arm and Peter is blushing. BLUSHING. It makes Steve furious. That’s his boy. That blush is reserved for him. Steve has never felt such jealousy in his entire life, but there’s something about watching the person you desperately want, laughing flirtatiously with someone who looks exactly like you (bar the qualities that make you not want to act on your feelings). Fuck, he thinks.

And before he can process any coherent plan of action, he’s already grabbing Peter by the wrist and pulling him away as Peter, surprised, shouts an apologetic “goodbye” to Johnny whilst being dragged into the back entrance of the Avengers compound. And as Peter opens his mouth and starts to ask what’s going on, Steve pins him against the wall and silences him with the most passionate, territorial kiss and Peter just melts into it, because this is all he’s ever wanted. And he knows this is what Steve has wanted.

He just needed the push.

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Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her She's getting on my nerves You don't love her Stop lying with those words

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absolutely obsessed OBSESSED with fully shifted derek hale. you have no idea.

because he’s massive. HUGE. colossal. a behemoth of an animal. way bigger than an actual wolf.

he is solid, and his fur is course but incredibly soft. the only one who would know that is stiles though. he’s the only one derek would let get close enough to tell.

because fully shifted derek hale is a beast. massive. a true monster with sharp claws and pointy teeth.

but he lets stiles run his hands over his whole body and trace his fingers behind his ears. and his neck is stiles’ favorite. derek bares his neck to stiles and stiles preens because he knows he is alone in the receiving of this privilege. this honor. this gift.

fully shifted derek hale comforts stiles when he has nightmares, when he has panic attacks, when the world is upside down and stiles doesn’t know right from left. the weight and warmth of a giant man-eating predator would send most into a full-body shock of paralyzing terror.

but not stiles.

stiles is comforted by derek’s weight and warmth. he is brought back down to earth by the softness of his fur. derek is a weighted blanket that calms stiles down and reminds him that he’s safe, that he’s protected. anyone who wants stiles has to go through the apex predator currently keeping him from losing himself in his thoughts and anxieties.

derek nudges stiles’ cheek and whines when he gets stuck in his head. he reminds him that he’s real, that he’s awake, that derek’s right there with him.

the rest of the pack wasn’t even sure derek could fully shift. they’ve never seen it.

derek himself wasn’t sure he could do it. the ability has been passed down through generations of hales, but he’s lost so much of his family that he figured he’d probably lost that too.

but it just so happened that stiles was in danger and derek felt the shift overtake him, like an out of body experience. not something he’d thought about beforehand and planned for, but something that started so small inside of him and grew and grew until there he was. standing on four legs.

and then one night, his wolf, recently freed, like a pounding drum in the back of his skull, convinced him to check on the freckle-faced boy. so he did. and he sat outside his window just to make sure he was okay. and then, with a terror both silent and invisible, the boy tossed and turned, plagued with memories of his past and what is real?

before he had a chance to contemplate his actions, derek was climbing through the window into the boy’s bedroom, landing on four legs. because the boy needed him.

and, just maybe, he needed the boy too.

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Ok I love love love your fics!!! I wanna hop on the gym Derek train. Can you write a human au where they’re dating and Derek’s a personal trainer and he always corrects stiles form. Maybe porny maybe whatever you want! lol 😝

Eeeeeello dahling! Thanks so much for jumping on the gym train cause I love writing them! Hope you enjoy!

Also a funny anecdote to this. I have a fourteen y/o daughter that did weight lifting until she got diagnosed this summer with a disorder that affects her heart. I asked her about what bad form for dead lifting looks like and she said "if you're back is curved like a question marked you fucked up, Ma." So there's that 🤣🤣🤣

••••••

The gym smelled like sweat, rubber mats, and eucalyptus. Derek swore it was the only thing keeping him sane - the eucalyptus diffuser, not the sweat. The morning crowd had cleared, the noise dimmed, and for the next hour, his only client was his boyfriend.

Which, honestly, was more exhausting than five back to back sessions.

“Stiles,” Derek said, arms crossed, watching the man bend in a deadlift that made Derek’s spine ache from across the room, “what the hell is that?”

Stiles popped up like a meerkat, grinning, cheeks pink with exertion, and probably because he knew what he was doing.

“A deadlift?” he offered, cocking his head like an innocent golden retriever who just ate the couch.

“That’s not a deadlift. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re just saying that because you like it when I arch my back.”

Derek sighed, wiping a hand over his face. “I like it when you don’t look like you’re about to slip a disc. Get your ass back down and do it right.”

“Bossy,” Stiles muttered, but repositioned himself anyway.

Derek stepped in close, hands on Stiles’ hips. “Feet shoulder width apart. Hips back, not down. Keep your spine neutral, not curved like a goddamn question mark.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” Stiles grumbled, but he followed the cues.

“Brace your core,” Derek said, his voice lower now, mouth near Stiles’ ear. “Like I showed you.”

“Derek,” Stiles said, very seriously, “you know the words ‘brace your core’ get me hot.”

“I will revoke your post-workout smoothie.”

Stiles pouted but completed a rep with, admittedly, perfect form. Derek let his hands linger a second too long on Stiles’ lower back before stepping away.

“You’re such a hardass,” Stiles said, catching Derek watching him in the mirror. “You yell at me for twenty minutes, but you’re checking me out the whole time.”

“That’s because I’m a professional.”

“You’re a menace. Who flirts through corrective lifting technique?”

Derek gave him a look. “You flirt through everything.”

“True,” Stiles said brightly. “Speaking of flirting, how about we skip the rest of this and hit the showers?”

“We’ve still got Bulgarian split squats.”

“You’re a sadist.”

Derek smiled faintly. “I know what you like.”

••••••

They didn’t exactly make it to the showers.

The gym was empty. Derek locked the door, flipped the “Closed for Private Session” sign, and dragged Stiles back to the stretching mats in the corner. Stiles landed with an oof, grinning up at him.

“You gonna correct my form again?” he asked breathlessly, already pulling off his sweat damp shirt.

Derek’s gaze darkened as he knelt beside him. “Constantly.”

Stiles tugged Derek down by the collar of his shirt, kissing him messy and eager, hands already pushing under the waistband of Derek’s shorts. Derek groaned against his mouth, pressing Stiles down with his body, one hand bracing his weight, the other curling behind Stiles’ knee and hitching it around his waist.

“Been watching you all morning,” Derek murmured between kisses. “That mouth. The way you moan when I adjust your hips-”

Stiles groaned. “You knew?”

“I always know.”

Their movements turned rougher, more frantic, Stiles tugging Derek out of his shorts, biting at his shoulder as Derek dragged his teeth along Stiles’ jaw.

“Tell me how you want it,” Derek whispered, voice low and wrecked, fingers teasing, stroking between Stiles’ thighs.

“I want you to fuck me right here,” Stiles gasped. “Like I’m just your hot client who keeps screwing up his form and you finally got tired of correcting me-”

Derek growled, his grip tightening.

“Keep talking and I’ll bend you over the squat rack.”

“Promises, promises,” Stiles gasped, hips arching as Derek slicked his fingers, wasting no time prepping him, both of them too far gone for patience. “God, you’re so good at this. Can you correct my posture while you fuck me?”

“I’m gonna do more than that,” Derek muttered, lining up and pushing in, slow and steady until Stiles choked out a moan, gripping his biceps. “I’m going to show you exactly where to hold yourself.”

“Derek, fuck, yes-”

They moved together on the mat, Derek adjusting his angle until Stiles’ moans turned sharp and broken. Every roll of Derek’s hips made Stiles tremble, breathless, begging.

“Arch your back,” Derek ordered, voice rough.

“You said not to earlier-”

“That was for deadlifts. This is different,” Derek growled, pushing deeper.

Stiles cried out, head thrown back. “Jesus, okay, yes-"

Derek grinned. “Better.”

They moved harder, the slick sound of skin on skin and Stiles’ gasping moans filling the empty gym. When Derek finally pulled him into his lap and took him from below, letting Stiles ride him while clinging to his shoulders, it was frantic and messy and perfect.

They came minutes later, tangled in each other, Derek pressing kisses to Stiles’ temple as he shivered through the aftershocks.

“Best. Workout. Ever,” Stiles mumbled into his neck.

“You didn’t finish your split squats,” Derek said, smirking against his skin.

“Babe,” Stiles gasped, “my legs are jelly. You split my soul.”

Derek chuckled. “I’ll add extra reps to your next session.”

“You’re such a monster.”

“You love it.”

Stiles grinned lazily, still sprawled across him. “Yeah. I really, really do.”

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Seamstress Bucky Barnes.

Starting off by helping his mom make his little sisters clothes. Then helping Steve fix his clothes so his mom wouldn't be upset/have to replace them.

He is good at it. Just a minor detail in his life he didn't think much of. Then now its years and years in the future, and his latest jacket was messed up. And even though he has money for it now, he rather just fix it himself.

Maybe even watches a couple of youtube videos to see how things have changed.

It became the new normal, if someone damaged their suit ( non metal) Bucky would be the one piecing it back together.

Once day he catches a torn piece of Spiderman's suit. And with time on his hands and his good eyes for measurements, well he makes a suit. Maybe leave it in the empty backpack spot where Spiderman hides his spidey suit. You know, the one where no one knows, but Bucky total does cause Spiderman is very bad about changing in alleys.

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Prompt request if it's something you like!

Peter and boyfriend making appointment with Dr. Strange (maybe Dr. Stark too?) Peter's boyfriend wants Peter to get a nose job and or remove his moles etc.

The Docs can tell Peter really isn't on board. So they request a private consult and Peter just points out all his faults repeating everything his boyfriend stated.

Basicly at the end they convince Peter he doesn't need to change a thing other then dumping his current boyfriend. And hey since he isn't gonna be a patient now they ask him to dinner?

oOoo omgg this is brilliant!! my take on this became a little darker hehe couldn’t help myself😶😶

Plastic surgeon Tony, mentions of Stephen too, Peter x Beck, emotionally abusive relationship, manipulation, surgical consultation

Stark and Strange, Plastic Surgery.

If Peter was here at his own will, he might have snorted at the name of the place. But, since that wasn’t the case, all Peter could focus on was the last word. Surgery.

Some people die during that, right? Just routine stuff, and people still die. Maybe that was Beck’s motive. No, that’s stupid. If he wanted him dead, he would have done it already. That just leaves the fact that Beck doesn’t think Peter is perfect the way he is. It is so cliché, but right now, Peter would love nothing more than to hear that he is.

Peter’s anxious and panicked thoughts are so loud in his head that he doesn’t register that his name is being called. It’s his boyfriend, Beck, who prompts him to get up. Peter follows meekly, as always.

A man dressed in labcoat down the hall beckons them over. Beck goes to shake the doctor’s hand first.

“Quentin Beck, I’m here with my boyfriend, Peter.”

“Hi, I’m Doctor Stark. Hi, Peter.” Doctor Stark says, extending his hand to shake Peter’s as well, giving a warm smile. Peter hopes that the doctor doesn’t notice how his lips quiver when he tries to return the smile.

They step inside the office, and it is exactly what Peter imagined a fancy plastic surgeon’s office to look like. Lots of white, glass and minimalistic decor. Most of the decor included diplomas and other awards framed on the walls.

God, is he really doing this?

“So, what brings you here today, Peter?” Doctor Stark begins, sitting back in his chair with his hands clasped loosely together in his lap.

“Peter wants to get his nose done, and get some skin moles removed.” Beck says for Peter. The younger man knows their dynamic by now. He stopped being shocked over Beck speaking over him and for him long ago.

“I see. How long have you thought about this, Peter?” The doctor asks, still directing the question to Peter.

“A few months now.” Beck says, still confident. “He broke his nose once in high school, and it didn’t heal straight. If you look closely you can see the bump.”

“Okay. Quentin, I assume you mean well, but I need Peter to speak for himself since this is his consultation.” Stark says, his tone gentle, but firm.

“Oh, of course.” Beck nods, laughing sheepisly. Peter knows it is fake though. “Go on, honey, tell the doc.”

Finally, Peter looks up at the doctor in front of him. When Peter doesn’t answer for a while, the doctor tries again.

“If you could create your own perfect nose, what would it look like?” Doctor Stark asks.

“I-I guess make it straight. And like- smoother.” Peter explains, making vague hand gestures. When he doesn’t elaborate further, the doctor hums thoughtfully.

“Okay, so I can definitely make that happen. It’s quite a simple surgery, but it is still surgery, so there are always risks. Have you thought about this as well?”

“Oh, definitely.” Beck interjects. Putting him in place with politeness won’t last long, just ask Peter. “I Googled a lot, and I think it’s worth it. Like you said, it’s a simple surgery.”

Peter fixes his gaze on his hands in his lap, so he misses the curious look that Doctor Stark gives him.

“All right, I think that is what I need for today. Before we discuss further plans, I’d like for Peter to get some blood work done here.”

They wrap up the consultation with another round of handshakes and then Beck guides Peter out of the office. The two of them follow Stark’s directions to the lab in the clinic. Peter barely gets to sit down before a nurse calls his name.

“Don’t faint, cause I’d rather not carry you to the car.” Beck jokes to Peter. In his mind, it was probably meant as ‘good luck’, and Peter forces a smile. He drops it as soon as his back is turned to Beck, and follows the nurse inside.

The lab is quite simple with a few chairs along the wall meant for patients to sit comfortably for the blood draws. But, Peter is directed elsewhere. The nurse walks him to another door, and then through another hallway. Whipping his head around, Peter recognises this as the hall where he and Beck just walked through.

What is going on? Peter doesn’t dare ask.

They are back at the door that says ‘Doctor Stark, Plastic Surgeon’. He is back here again, and Stark is there as well.

“Sorry about that. I had to get you alone. Sit down, please.” The doctor says, his voice kinder than before.

Peter goes to sit down while the nurse walks out, and closes the door behind her.

“What-what’s this about?” Peter asks, chuckling nervously.

“I have to be honest, Peter.” Doctor Stark says, sighing softly before continuing. “As a plastic surgeon, I still have an oath to follow, and that includes doing no harm. In this field, that means screening patients to see who would actually benefit from surgery. And I get the sense that it might not be the case with you.”

Well, Doctor Stark is no idiot. Even if Peter had very little to no say in whether he was coming here or not, he still feels embarrassed for wasting the doctor’s time.

“I’m really sorry.”

“No, there’s no need for that.” The doctor hurries to say, waving his hand. “How did you end up here? Is he threatning you somehow?”

“No, no!” Peter yelps, shaking his head. He looks straight at the doctor. He forces a chuckle to try and mask his actual fear, hoping the doctor will buy it. “No, he just- insisted. He seems very excited.”

“But, you’re not.”

“No.” Peter chuckles nervously. “No, quite the opposite. I’ve never had surgery and I’d like to keep it that way for as long as I can. Besides, I like my nose the way it is.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” The doctor says, smiling softly. “But, that means there is nothing I can do for you. Except, highly recommend that you cut your boyfriend out of your life.”

Despite the situation, and despite everything, Peter laughs at that. Doctor Stark does as well.

“You’re a surgeon, and you can’t help me with cutting?” Peter adds, continuing the joke.

“Afraid not.” The doctor chuckles. “Not in this situation, I can’t.”

When the laughter dies down, and the office becomes quiet again as the mood shifts, Doctor Stark clears his throat and sits up to lean across his desk.

“I’m sorry about all this, Peter. You should talk to a friend, or family, or the authorities if that is necessary. But, you can also call us. I’ll let the nurses know so that in case I’m busy, I’ll make sure to call you back, all right?”

Peter bites his lip and nods. Actually, he appreciates the offer more than he can say, which is a lot.

“And, Peter, you’re perfect just the way you are. No matter what your boyfriend says.” Doctor Stark adds.

Peter’s lips quiver, and he swallows back his tears. He extends his hand to shake the doctor’s hand again, looking into his eyes earnestly.

“Thank you, Doctor Stark.”

———

A few weeks later, Tony arrives at work. After his routine morning mockery and bantering with his partner Stephen, the doctor heads to his office. By his desk, there is a bright pink sticky note. The handwriting is one of the nurse’s.

“P. Peter B. Parker called 08:03 AM.”

Grabbing his work phone, Tony dials Peter’s number and calls right away.

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Another mob au just because—

Howard owes them money. A small amount for someone like him—for the kind of protection they offer him. Yet, instead of paying them he's investing in SHIELD, in parties and in policies that help no one. So they take his son. His only son who is more of a genius than his father, who refused his hand in the company after his little 3 month "trip" to Afghanistan, who teaches elementary science to the neighborhood children because May Parker asked him to.

So they get him and explain to him. And assure him that even a man like Howard would desperately want his son back.

Tony, stoic faced and unblinking, stares at the Captain and tells him ", he never paid the ten rings their ransom".

It aches something in Steve to see a son so sure in his own worth in his father's life.

Anyways. They keep him. Tell him he would have to participate in chores. They have a word with Rhodes so he doesn't stomp down their hideout looking for him. Finally, Sam asks Tony if he wants breakfast. And here, Tony's voice takes a slight snooty edge as he asks for a lobster. He tells them that his butler would make him the posh kind of food in the morning, so he started his day the best foot forward.

They all stare at him baffled and slightly pissed at the kind of upbringing he's had. Seeing as they all once belonged to the less than fortunate side of the world, the anger seems justified. Clint is ready to throw his shoe at the kid. But then there's Bucky, lurking at one corner, his arms crossed while he rolls his eyes at Sam—"I saw him eat canned fish and wash it down with a sludgy excuse of a drink. He's fine with a burrito."

Tony is offended. It wasn't sludge. It was good coffee that kept him awake for the next three days.

"And when did you even see that?"

"I was mapping your schedule for the best window of kidnapping. Sam, make him a burrito. I don't want him passing out while dusting the top shelf."

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😏

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Saying Peter to “I'll get you anything you want” is too emotional.

But “We have some products we'd like you to test at our innovation center”?

Very scientific. Very logical.

(That's why Peter finds a small “T.S.” letter on the label of every garment he wears.)

office tension? no. that’s sexual tension disguised as internship duties.

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Summer Heat

College sophomore Stiles seeing a full, real life wolf locked inside a black SUV in 110 California heat. Obviously this is some weird ass exotic pet trafficking shit going down but he’s more afraid of the wolf having a heat stroke so he grabs his metal bat from his Jeep and smashes the drivers side window. 

Fully shifted Derek who was waiting patiently and quietly for Laura to come back to the car watching in awestruck horror as a skinny human hipster smashes through the windshield in one stroke. He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move when the doe-eyed, fae looking man slips a harness over his head. "It’s okay boy. It’s alright. Let’s get you somewhere cool." And Derek is about to protest. He’s not supposed to growl at humans but he bares his teeth and when he does he catches the man’s scent and his body locks up, his mind short circuiting except for one word. "Mate"

And holy shit he can’t bite his mate. He can’t hurt him. And Stiles has his hand petting along his ears and he knows he shouldn’t go but he can’t really stay either without his human getting in trouble. Besides he can probably escape from him and run back so no biggie right? He follows Stiles to the Jeep and jumps in. 

Except Stiles is insane as Derek soon learns. He’s convinced himself Laura is an exotic pet trafficker and he calls the police on his sister. And oh fuck. Derek can’t shift. He can’t risk letting a human know about werewolves but he wants to warn his sister. But Stiles convinces his dad to make some calls and then reassures Derek he’ll find him a good home since he’s obviously too domesticated to be returned to the wild but Stiles doesn’t trust animal control because of some bad stories from a vet tech named Scott? So Stiles elects to keep him in his one bedroom apartment until he can get in touch with a wolf sanctuary.

Cue comedy fueled shenanigans of all the Hales trying to get Derek back. 

Laura tries first. After tracking them down. She knocks on the door and tells Stiles she knows he has her dog. "It’s illegal to own a wolf in California." Stiles demands. 

"You kidnapped him. You busted my van. I should call the cops!" 

"Go ahead! Maybe they’ll connect you to my dad, Sheriff Stilinski. Beloved sheriff of 15 years. Let them know his son, who grew up at the station, who was babysat by every officer there has taken the wolf into custody until we can find a sanctuary. Let them know this majestic animal was left locked alone in 110 degree heat." Laura leaves, defeated. 

Peter tries next. He corners Stiles in the park, offering a large amount of money for the wolf. Stiles plays along until he has enough incriminating words to flash Peter his tape recorder. "You just randomly record every interaction you have?" 

"Only when I see creeper DILfs staring me down and stalking me for 2 days. My dad’s already working on the restraining order. Scram!" 

He sets up wind chimes and security alarms, afraid the Hales (who are looking more and more like some sort of exotic pet trafficking, mafia family) are going to try and kidnap Vader. (Name pending)

Derek is stressing. He tries waiting for Stiles to fall asleep so he can sneak out except this absolute freak never fucking sleeps! He has to be magic because he literally stays up 32 hours straight deep diving into the rich Hale family. He tries taking off once when Stiles was in the shower only for the wind chimes to go off when he cracked the window and the Star Wars Imperial March to blare throughout the apartment and Stiles flies into the room naked, covered in suds and screaming at the top of his lungs while wielding his bat. Derek is then pulled into the tiny bathroom with him every time after that. 

Isaac and Boyd try to intimidate Stiles to give Derek up but even the blatantly bad attempt at scaring the human has Derek’s protective instincts go haywire. He bites Boyd on the thigh and chases Isaac off before checking back on a grinning Stiles. Realizing too late that was his chance to escape. 

Erica tries to flirt with Stiles but the dudes already suspicious and after a hour of him trying to shrug off her advances he screams at her across the parking lot "I’m only into dick! Leave me alone!" 

Cora tries to break in and nearly has a heart attack when motion sensor lights light up the building like the Fourth of July. 

Talia finally, finally has enough. After a month she goes to the apartment. Stiles opens the door and when Derek whines pathetically at her from behind Stiles’ leg she sighs. "Show him Derek." And Stiles is like "look lady-" until Derek shifts back into a human and Stiles is standing there wide-eyed and silent for the first time since Derek has known him. "I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Obviously you’ll have some questions but my son is a shapeshifter and he didn’t want to alarm you. We’ve been trying to discreetly retrieve him but he has quite the body guard as a mate." 

Stiles brain slowly starts firing all cylinders before he turns to the alpha. "I meant what I said." Stiles finally tells her.

"Oh?" 

"As I made it clear to your daughter, he’s mine now." 

Derek grins. 

Yes I’m working on the full fic. Yes I’ll post it up when it’s on aO3. Why shouldn’t I start up another one!? Dang it, I didn’t want to start another one until I finished my last one but come on!!!

[no-name-for-me]

Peter is desperate for cash and can't keep a job because of the whole Spider-Man thing. Of course Tony offers him a job.

Peter agreed, thinking he would be fetching the man coffee or his dry cleaning. Or maybe tidying up in the lab.

When Tony tells him to clean his massive pool, he's surprised but doesn't think much of it until he brings up the fact that he doesn't have a swimsuit with him. With a wolfish grin, Tony gives Peter his "uniform." A tiny thing with hardly any fabric.

His face was almost as red as the Speedo (of course it was in Tony's colors). It wouldn't have been as embarrassing if Tony didn't also decide to spend his afternoon sunbathing by the pool, his eyes rarely leaving Peter.

And when Tony decides to remove his own swimsuit (can't have tan lines!), Peter realizes how royally screwed he is, especially while wearing a suit that leaves nothing to the imagination.

[no-name-for-me]

Tony and Peter as best friends

Peter has been silently pining after Tony for a while. Meanwhile Tony seems to fall in and out of love with other people almost regularly. So Peter decides to work on falling out of love with Tony

Part of the plan is to start seeing other people again, even if only for a one night stand

So the next time they’re out to party Peter decides to let loose a bit

It’s just bad luck that the man he’s dancing with slips something into his drink. He almost has Peter ready to take him home but Peter insists to say godbye to his friends and Tony, knowing Peter better than anyone else, notices the slight slurring of his speech, the way he can’t seem to focus on anything, how he sways slightly, how big his pupils are. And he knows him so well to know he’s never been like this when drunk

So he steps in. He fights the guy and wins and then he takes Peter home

And the more time passes the more obvious it becomes that Peter actually was drugged

Peter mumbles about having to distract himself and falling out of love with Tony. He even makes Tony promise not to tell Tony about any of his confessions

The next day Peter doesn’t remember anything that happened

But Tony, who’s never thought about Peter as a possibility as a partner can’t stop thinking about anything else. And suddenly that seems like the one thing he’s been searching for his entire life

[no-name-for-me]

I just know Derek is the one with the size kink, he loves being bigger than Stiles. He loves how Stiles fits in his arms, how he towers over his mate. Derek definitely does little things everyday to reinforce how different in size they are; he pulls Stiles into his lap just to see the difference in the thickness of their thighs and width of their feet. Derek runs his hands over Stiles’ body, first his long neck, then his shoulders, broad but only compared to his small waist, then his hips, curvier now that Derek makes sure he eats properly. Most often he can simply circle a hand around Stiles’s wrist before slipping down to tangle their fingers.

Derek fears for Stiles’ fragility sometimes, but he loves knowing he’ll always be there- and big enough to protect his sweet little mate.

[no-name-for-me]

So funny story.

I work for a financial institution and have a pretty senior position, but I still have to do a lot of 'training'

Every quarter we have to do 'IT training' that's basically 'dont open phishing emails, don't give out personal information of our clients' and 'everything you do can be tracked, including internet usage and we can read your emails and teams whenever we want.'

Have at it.

I've worked there seven years and they've never once said anything about me reading the news, AO3, Google docs, anything. So I figure 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm fine. They block all social media, but never blocked AO3.

Cut to today.

There are exactly two people in the company I like.

I'm outside decompressing with said two people as we do for 15 minutes at the end of everyday before we go home to our families. Kinda like wiping away the ick of the day.

IT guy: so what's ao3?

Me: what?! Why would you ask me that?

IT: because outside of sites related to your job, that's your most visited website

Me: you guys actually track that?!

IT: yeah we just don't give a shit. Unless you're being audited or investigated we don't give two fucks. So what's ao3?

My other friend is laughing her ass off.

Friend: OH MY GOD ISN'T THAT WHERE YOU READ YOUR WEREWOLF PORN?!

IT: enough said. Hope it's good at least.

Y'all my emo ass, skinny jeans and DC wearing IT guy knows I read/write werewolf porn on the clock and basically said godspeed.