#A+++ flirting while jackson's unconscious HAHAHA

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Hiiii! I apologize if you've answered this before, but I just found your Ao3 (and now your tumblr!) and I'm in lerrrrve! Are you planning on continuing your 'The Idiot and the Big Bad Wolf' series? I really enjoyed it. No pressure, I just thought I'd check!

I haven’t answered this before—(I almost never get asks so I was happy to see this in my inbox)! Super glad you’re enjoying, & yes no worries, I am definitely continuing ‘The Idiot and the Big Bad Wolf’!

The WIP for season 2 sits at 53k words rn & I’m…uh…halfway done…? LOL 🤣

I keep writing for events tho so it’s taking a while to write lol, my own fault I know 💀 but here’s a snippet:

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“You think Scott and Allison don’t know what their priorities are?” asked Stiles, surprised and a little flattered—he’d always thought Derek didn’t get along with Scott because their priorities didn’t align.

“They don’t. Scott wants to save everyone.”

Stiles blinked. “What’s wrong with wanting to save everyone?”

“Nothing, if you have a plan and the means to do it. Like now.” Derek made a sharp turn to the left. “What’s the point in leaving Jackson alive when we don’t have a way to restrain him or change him?”

“Then why didn’t you kill him?”

“Scott got there before me,” muttered Derek. “No sense in beating the shit out of him in a parking lot when the Argents were going to come any minute.”

“Scott’s not here now,” Stiles told him.

“Uh, I don’t like where this conversation is headed,” Danny cut in.

Derek glanced at Stiles and leaned in, one hand grabbing Stiles’ chin and the other on the steering wheel. “But you want him alive, don’t you?” he murmured with a sinfully mischievous smile before slipping his tongue past Stiles’ lips and stealing a kiss.

The Jeep swerved.

Stiles’ face flamed red as Derek righted the Jeep back into their lane just before a car nearly ran into them with an all too satisfied lick of his lips. “You— You’re so—” Stiles paused, then let out a defeated huff. “Is it just me or have you become more… more… I dunno, more of a menace?”

“Is it just me or are you two flirting over killing Jackson?” said Danny.

Derek ignored him. “Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?” he told Stiles, voice dry.

“I just think we could at least try, y’know, now that we have our trump card secret weapon Danny on board," muttered Stiles with a pout. "And then if that doesn't work, uh, don't you have stuff for the full moon that we can restrain him with?"

"Where's the part that I get to kill him?"

"The part where we can't figure anything out and the full moon arrives. Isaac and them need that damn equipment so we can't just restrain him indefinitely, plus people are gonna notice Jackson's missing and search for him, and holy god I'm already getting a headache from this—maybe we should just kill him."

"That's what I've been saying."

"Only Danny would miss him."

"And his parents," Danny cut in. "You can't just kill him!"