#Peter had encounted a lot of people that look like Stiles

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Fic Roundup (up to 9/26/21)

I'm gonna start collecting fics I've read recently to recommend them, because making trope lists takes too long and many fics fall by the wayside. Let me know if you like this new format!

The fandoms in this list are as follows: Marvel (SamBucky, HTP, SpideyPool, WinterHawk, WinterIron, Stony, Stucky, SpiderShield), DCU (Bane/Blake), Inception (Arthur/Eames), Teen Wolf (Sterek).

A * signifies a particular favorite (though I love all these fics)

Marvel

Sam/Bucky

double back by flowermasters (E, 12K, Post-Endgame, Time Loop, Time Travel)

Sam gets stuck in a time loop. In 1943.

Things could be worse, but they could certainly be better.

Companion piece here: quick time

I'll explain everything to the geese by napricot (Post-Endgame, E, 50K, Sam can talk to birds)

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Rumlow/Bucky

**blueprints for a better world series by itallstartedwithdefenestration @astralhux (CATWS, Post-CATWS, Noncon, E, 115K, Dark Main Character)

When Pierce discovers the asset is no longer capable of getting himself hard during recreational use, he tells Rumlow to figure out what the problem is, and to fix it. The solution turns out to be more complicated than anyone expected.

I can't recommend this series enough

Peter/Wade

*Dead Men Walking series by doctorestranged @lazystrawberrymilkshakes (E, 235K, Identity Porn, Slow Burn)

When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.

All About Chemistry by TwiceBakedPotato @sedatedkoala (No Powers AU, M, CNTW, 74K, Teacher-Student Relationship, Slow Build)

After serving his 20 years in the Marine Corps, Wade Wilson is cashing in his GI Bill and going back to college. He feels like the old man on campus, but that doesn't matter. He likes his classes. He likes learning. And he especially likes his Chemistry professor with the messy brown hair.

Clint/Bucky

Making Me A Habit by Kangofu_CB @kangofu-cb (No Powers AU, T, 20K, Pet Store, Slow Burn, Pining, Misunderstandings)

Bucky is a disabled vet struggling with reintegrating into civilian life. He has a routine and a rhythm, and he doesn't like to let anything - big or small - disrupt it. That all changes the day Bucky finds himself inside CATastrophe, the local pet rescue, recovering from a panic attack in the back room of the shop.

He’s used to walking by the place, not visiting, but the next thing Bucky knows, he’s hanging signs and being used as a climbing tree for a bunch of freshly-acquired kittens. And he just...keeps going back. First for the kittens, then for the disaster shop owner who rescues actual kittens from actual trees and teaches archery as a side-gig, and eventually because he’s hopelessly in love.

(Clint was in love before Bucky ever walked in the door.)

*Nameless by AvaKelly (Post-CATWS, M, 101K, Time Travel, Time Loop, Slow Burn)

A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.

"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.

The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"

"I put it there."

Glitter, G-Strings and Other Mission Hazards by flawedamythyst @flawedamythyst (T, 16K, Undercover, Stripper Clint)

“Which is why you need me to shake my booty for cash,” said Clint.

“Precisely,” said Coulson. “You’re the only agent we have who wouldn’t need additional training in the skills of an exotic dancer to take on the mission, and we want to get someone in there as soon as possible.”

Clint nodded, shutting the file. “Okay, awesome. I’ll dig out my sequined g-string.”

“You’ll have full access to requisition any costumes you might need,” said Coulson.

A mission requires Bucky to be Clint's back-up as he goes undercover as a stripper, which gets more difficult with every new costume he comes out in.

Paternal Error by EVVS @skylarkevanson (Post-CATWS, T, 33K, Kid Fic, Established Relationship)

Bucky has never once thought of being a parent. Not since the Winter Solider happened.

Until he falls in love with Clint Barton. And that idiot just keeps collecting children for his flock.

Now Bucky has to pretend like he's good at parenting.

Bucky/Tony

Forms of Love by bear_bell (Post-CACW, E, 33K, Split Personalities)

Months after the Avengers' dispute in Germany, the team returns to the US and moves back into the tower. As always, everyone pretends that nothing happened. Tony is just fine with this. He's used to pretending, and he'll be damned if he lets any of them see him flinch.

Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.

Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.

Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.

Steve/Tony

While You Were Sleeping by betheflame @betheflame (No Powers AU, M, 65K, While You Were Sleeping AU)

It's been years since Steve Grant Rogers Drysdale has spoken to his twin, Ransom. So it was quite a shock when he was summoned to a hospital and found out that Ransom was in a coma.

Even more shocking? That Ransom is engaged. To Tony Stark.

Steve/Bucky

The Road Goes Ever On And On by PipGraham (Omegaverse AU, M, Noncon, Graphic Violence, 20K, Road Trip, Pre-Serum Steve, Past Domestic Violence)

When Brock's continued domestic abuse puts not only Steve's life in danger, but also that of his unborn pup, he flees into the night with just a small backpack of clothes and almost no money to his name.

Steve quickly runs into trouble as he tries to embark on a 3-day cross-country bus journey back home to New York City.

He meets a kind veteran when he most needs a helping hand.

Just Words by LadyRazzle (crimegimp) @ladyrazzle (Pre-CATFA, Soulmate AU, T, 2K, Fluff)

Inspired by that now legendary post: "soulmate AU where you wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them." Well what if they appear the moment you turn 18, rather than just the day? And what if by the time you turn 18, you'd already fallen in love?

Bucky wasn’t eager to discover what the words said. He already knew what he wanted them to say. He always had.

Peter/Steve

Forgetting It's There by spinstitcher (stygian) (NR, 8K, Crack, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn)

“You’re Captain America,” he blurts out.

“What?” says Captain America, looking a little wide-eyed. He casts a nervous glance at the girl at the counter – he has nothing to worry about there, she’s rocking out to her iPod and could care less what they’re talking about – and says, “No, uh, Steve, it’s just, I’m Steve.”

“Right,” says Peter, and then because his brain-to-mouth filter had apparently been completely destroyed in the fight on Oscorp Tower: “Hey, your butt really is as tight as it looks on TV.”

DCU

Bane/Blake

7 Deadly Ass(as)sins by teacuphuman @teacuphuman09 (AU, E, 23K, BDSM)

Bane and Barsad own a sex shop and John needs a job.

Straws by Menirva (Bane/Blake/Barsad, AU, E, 38K, BDSM)

John works in a smoothie shop.

He has a knack, a second sense if you will, for being able to look at a person and know what they're going to order. It's not the most spectacular gift in the world but he likes being able to figure people out and he's never wrong.

Except for this scruffy asshole who is clearly just ordering the wrong thing to fuck with him.

How is he even finishing an extra-large?

Inception

Aurthur/Eames

Rough Trade by Whisky (whiskyrunner) @whiskyrunner (AU, E, 23K, Internalized Homophobia)

Arthur is an investment banker. He is professional and efficient. He's a halfway decent cook. He's totally independent and has been since the age of eighteen. Maybe he's tired all the time because he works about ninety hours a week which is twice what normal people do, but he's rich and he's competent at his job. He's almost thirty, and already a success.

And there are some things Arthur is not. For instance: Arthur is not gay.

Lucky by earlgreytea68 @earlgreytea68 (M, 37K, Kid fic)

Arthur finds a baby.

Teen Wolf

Stiles/Derek

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress (Omegaverse AU, E, 112K, Secret Relationship, Enemies to Lovers kinda)

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Cornerstone by Vendelin (Human AU, E, 83K, Marine Derek, Blind Stiles, Friends to Lovers)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach (AU, Graphic Violence, E, 76K, Captivity, Feral Derek)

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (Sports AU, E, 83K, Coming Out, Friends to Lovers)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Blue Moon - Part 4

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.) I felt it necessary to say, remember, these are all following along with the episodes from 03x04 on till the end of 3A. Without *directly* inserting the reader into the plot line, but more an off screen role. (Aside from the beginning, where, obviously, Derek fought the Alpha’s while Cora watched from the sidelines.) And because of that, it’s more angst than I usually write. It was a very angsty season. And the prompts have inherent angst, but lots of fluff, and sass, so once we get out of the murkiness that is Jennifer Blake (can you tell I don’t like her? - which, kudos to the actress, who I think is beautiful and brilliant, for making me hate her so much. 😆) we can move on to that happy, feel good, Sourwolf love we all enjoy so much. But until then, I guess this counts as a slow burn of sorts?

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,633

Xxx

The next day was lonely. Stiles would text you every now and then, but other than that it was a quiet day. No word about Derek from anyone other than Peter and Cora going to get his body and it not being there. And neither was Ennis’, who Derek had pulled down with him. You decided not to dwell on the many possible things that could mean. 

You drove in silence to all the places Stiles had mentioned the night before and spoke meekly at each one. You felt almost like you were floating through the day, going through the motions, but your mind was a million miles away. 

The meet ended up getting canceled due to weather, and they were all going to be stuck staying at some crappy motel that Stiles insisted was haunted through multiple texts with an excessive amount of emojis. You couldn’t get ahold of anyone else, which was kinda odd, but also not totally abnormal.

To top it all off, you needed something you left at the loft, so you told the Sheriff - who had taken the night off and ordered a pizza to stay in with you this evening, after finding out Stiles wasn’t coming right back - you would be back in a flash, you just had to “run home real quick”, careful not to mention the loft, to which he just chuckled and said something along the lines of, “Just make sure you run the speed limit.”

Sighing as you pulled into the loft parking lot, you glanced through the windshield up at the top floor where it sat. It was so ominous looking, bathed in moonlight, it almost gave a faint glow. Resting your forehead on the steering wheel, you took some deep breaths, panic rising as flashes of your tango with an Alpha came back rapidly. But instead of feeling like a badass, it made you hyperventilate. There was this gnawing feeling that it had been a one time thing, and that should you ever encounter them again you would be in so much trouble. 

Taking one last deep breath to steady your nerves, you stopped mid inhale, slightly cocking your head to the side, eyebrows knitted in confusion. 

Derek. 

You had caught Derek’s scent. Well, it’s his loft, you rationalized to yourself. But no. This was fresh. Less than a few hours old. Glancing back up at the loft one last time, you grabbed the handle and yanked your door open, mustering the courage you could find to climb up the winding staircase and see for yourself.

Taking them two at a time, you felt your courage build with each step and your hope that Derek was there along with it. As you stood in front of the loft door, your outstretched hand just shy of the handle and trembling, you took a tentative breath and knew Derek had been here very recently. That was the final push you needed to firmly grip the handle of the loft door, preparing to give it a hefty pull, but something made you stop short. 

A whisper. 

Just on the other side of the door, a woman's voice, then Derek’s. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you; you didn’t smell anyone else. You did pick up on something vaguely familiar, but couldn’t place it. The smell reminded you of school, and the crime scenes of the sacrifices you had been at, and lately, the loft. Unable to place the smell, you slowly slid the door open, stopping after only a few inches to peek in. 

What you saw made your heart speed up, as there Derek sat on the edge of his bed, covered in scratches and blood, but alive. He was alive. 

Your feet that had been glued to the floor suddenly felt like they were floating, the distance between him and you too much. You couldn’t contain the smile that brought to your lips, but it soon melted when another figure stepped into view in front of him. On instinct you had started to move forward, barely making it over the threshold before the other silhouette made you pull up short.

Jennifer. 

You covered your mouth to hold in whatever was about to come out, anger, disgust, pain, you didn’t know, they were all swirling in your gut at the sight. You fell to your knees, bracing yourself on the doorframe to try and stay just out of sight.

No, Derek hadn’t caught your scent yet, which is what you found the most strange, and worrisome, and only reinforced that she was doing something to his mind. 

You finally placed the smell as belonging to Miss Blake, but it was different from her scent she had all the other times you had seen her, and that somehow made it worse. It didn’t smell like emotions or anything, it smelled like an entirely different being. Barely even human.

This last thought made you knit your eyebrows in determination, about to rise to your feet, charge in there, and show the she devil a thing or two, but you only made it to one knee, still bent on the floor, before you froze, eyes wide, eyebrows practically in your hairline. What you saw could never be unseen. Like two dogs in heat, they were on one another as if space between them was too painful. Your grip on the door frame and the loft door handle almost broke them under the pressure. 

You felt sick. Physically sick to your stomach. Whether from the feeling of betrayal, knowing you were right that something was weird about this whole thing, the fact that they had been getting it on in front of you, or all of the above, you weren’t quite sure.

Sliding the door shut calmly, you tried to keep it together as you softly, but quickly, made it back down the stairs, into your car, and back to the Stilinski driveway, putting your car in park and shutting off the engine before you let yourself feel anything. 

You wanted to kick and scream and sob your eyes out because you knew she had been doing something to him, you knew something was wrong, but you didn’t go with your gut, and now here you were. In your car, alone. In front of the Stilinski house. Silent tears racing down your face at the feeling of betrayal, both from seeing them together tonight and at yourself for not doing something sooner. 

A tap on your window made you jump, and you saw the Sheriff trying to peek in. Opening your door, you hopped out, swiping rapidly at your tears, and plastering a smile on your face. “Sorry that took so long.”

He looked at you skeptically, waving it off. “Nah. The pizza just got here. You’re right on time.”

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he ushered you into the house, quietly closing the front door behind the both of you. He stayed silent until you were both in the living room. He had the remote in his hand about to press play on the movie, but it dipped once in hesitation before he sighed, and it fell along with his hand to the armrest beside him. Scrubbing his face for a moment with his free hand, he finally looked up at you. Opening his mouth once before snapping it shut, staring blankly in front of him as if the space held the right thing to say, he scratched his forehead with the remote, his face making the face you had come to learn and love earlier on from Stiles. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You stopped trying to grab a slice of pizza from the box, clearing your throat and wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans before nodding gently, staring at the floor. “Yeah.” You looked up and met his gaze, seeing concern painting his features. “Yeah, I’m okay, Mr. Stilinski. Just boy trouble. Thanks for asking.” You smiled as best you could, and he seemed to do the same. 

“Well, we’ve known each other forever, sweetheart, and I want you to know that you can tell me anything.”

The smile on your face felt a little more genuine. “I know. Thank you.”

“No matter how uncomfortable it makes me,” he continued as if you hadn’t said anything. The words sounded pained and forced, his brows knit like he was eating a lemon, and you finally let out the full smile that had been trying break through, even laughing. 

His lips twitched up gently. “There she is.”

“I will. Thank you. But for both of our sakes-” you leaned in, placing a hand on his forearm- “I’ll probably just tell Stiles.”

“Oh, thank God.” He let out on a huff of air, making you laugh again. “Now. Let’s watch this movie.” He hit play, and you settled into the couch, letting the plot unfolding on the screen take you away, if only for a little while.

Xxx

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, waking you up with a start. 

The DVD menu played softly on a loop, the movie long over, and to your right the Sheriff was snoring with his head on the back of the couch. 

You tossed the blanket you had been using on top of him before leaving the room and checked your phone, only to see it was Stiles.

“Stiles?” You spoke quietly into the receiver, not wanting to wake the Sheriff. 

“Y/N? Why are you whispering?” Stiles sounded kind of stressed, just a little bit off. 

“Your dad took off work tonight and we had a pizza - yes, I let him have pizza, don’t you dare jump on my case and go on a tirade about how he needs a salad, let the man live, Stiles - and we watched a movie.”

“I was wondering why that soundtrack was playing on a loop in the background. He used a DVD, didn’t he? I taught him how to use streaming-”

“Stiles!” You cut off his tangent with a chuckle. “Why are you calling me so late. Or, is it early?” You checked your watch to find it was early morning, still dark outside. 

“Well, let’s just say tonight has been interesting, we are all alive, which is good, but sleeping on the bus-”

“The bus?”

“The bus. Our rooms weren’t safe, and I don’t mean because of roaches or mysterious stains, Y/N.” You grinned. “Although there was this one smell in my room that was rather suspect….”

Smell. Scent. Shit.

Screwing your eyes shut, palm on your forehead, you spoke quickly, “Stiles, don’t be angry with me.” Peeking your head into the other room to see the Sheriff still soundly asleep, you stepped onto the back porch and closed the door behind you, ignoring Stiles’ incessant questions as you did. 

“Stiles! Hush! I had to leave the room so your dad didn’t hear!” 

“Oh,” was all he said. You heard the squeak of the bus as he slumped back against it, obviously doing the same as you and trying to get a bit of privacy. 

Taking a deep breath, you told him everything you saw at the loft. 

The only thing he did was suck in a sharp breath, but was otherwise silent. Finally he said, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah, thanks, whatever.” You cleared your throat, looking down at your feet before lifting your gaze to stare vacantly across the yard. “My main concern was that scent. It didn’t smell human, but not entirely not human.”

“Well, that’s terrifying,” Stiles said blandly, making your lips twitch up just slightly. You heard another voice on the other end, Scott, and Stiles mumbled something about speakerphone before the phone was jostled around a bit. You could hear a mumbled, “Well, no, you don’t need speakerphone because you’re a freak of nature, Scott, but I, a mere mortal, need the aid.” You chuckled and could hear Scott let out a groan and soft chuckle himself. 

“Y/N?” Finally Scott’s voice came through clearly.

“Yeah?” 

“First of all, thank you. For everything.” His voice sounded distant, and you sure as hell were going to interrogate them when they got back as to what the hell happened that night at the motel, but for now you just nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see you and rolled your eyes. 

“You’re welcome, Scott. The feeling’s mutual. Thanks for making it so easy.”

Stiles humphed. “I feel like that last part was directed at me.”

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A mumbled, “Thanks, I guess,” but you could hear his smile. 

“Y/N, the scent. The one you smelled at Derek’s loft.” Scott was back to business. “I think I smelled it here tonight.”

“Really? How is that-” You were cut off by Scott who was obviously talking to Stiles. 

“Right before we decided to stay in the bus, when Lydia saw something in the fire, after the explosion-”

"Okay, what the hell happened to you guys?!" you asked loudly, cutting them off. Grimacing, you quickly used your hearing to pick up on the Sheriff's continued snores, let out a sigh of relief, and lowered your voice. "I feel so left out."

“No, I’m glad you weren’t here,” Scott said. “Long story short, something went after a specific group of our friends, and when it finally showed its face,” you heard Lydia cut in from somewhere behind, “I’d barely call that a face,” and you didn’t know whether to laugh or be afraid. 

Scott continued pointedly, “When it showed its face, I got a whiff of something I can only describe how you described the smell at the loft. Not human. But also not… not…. human.”

A smacking sound could be heard, and you realized Stiles was patting Scott on the back while saying, “It’s okay, bud. It’s been a long day.”

“One question.” You took a deep breath, trying to decide on the winner of thousands that swam around your brain right now. “Why is Lydia there?”

“She came with Allison.”

“Why was Allison there, Stiles?”

“Uh-uh. You said one question.”

“This is still technically the same question since they apparently came together.”

“….Touché,” Stiles finally came back with, before sighing. “Look, I’ll tell you everything when we get back, okay? It’s been a hell of a day and I just want to sleep,” he continued in a mumble, “if I can ever sleep again after seeing what I’ve seen.” A brief pause. “You werewolves need to come with a disclaimer. ‘May cause sleep disturbances’.” 

You laughed loudly. “Okay, okay. I know I’m not going to get anywhere with you guys this tired. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” came a chorus of voices, and you felt relief wash over you at the sound of each one, knowing they were safe and sound. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” Stiles’ voice came through by itself after some fumbling, probably taking you off speakerphone.

“Goodbye, Stiles. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay on the phone until you fall asleep? I mean, I am part of the reason, after all. I do come with a disclaimer.”

“I would absolutely love that, but I need to save my battery and I am in a bus surrounded by werewolves, whatever Lydia is, and a hunter. I think my security system is pretty good for tonight.”

You chuckled. “Okay then. Goodnight, Stiles.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Oh!”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being there with my dad.”

“No problem, Stiles. You know he’s like family to me. He was there for me when I came back from the loft, said I could talk about it if I needed.”

“He offered to listen while you talked?!” He was almost yelling. 

You laughed again. “Goodnight, Stiles.”

He chuckled. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Xxx

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 6

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To say that I was doing well after I left Derek’s house would be a lie. I really don’t understand why it hurts so much. We barely knew each other outside of a few encounters. Was it just me that felt the aching in my chest? I want to believe that he felt the same thing, but that seemed selfish. That I wanted him to miss me. That I dreamed of him showing up at my window and begging to see me. But that wouldn’t be real, that was a fantasy. Derek would never act like that. That was just my fantasy. 

I promised Stiles I wouldn’t get romantically involved with Derek, but it was more painful than I have ever imagined. 

-

I sat in Coach Finstock’s office while the school day went on. Relacing the netting on the crosses that were used in case any of the players broke their own. The repetitive movements were mind numbing so it was probably for the best. I could zone out and not think about Derek. 

Tonight was parent teacher conferences for some students who weren’t doing well academically, both Scott and Stiles were a part of that list. But who could blame them? One of them was a werewolf and the other was friends with the aforementioned werewolf. The weeks seemed to run together, it didn’t even feel like autumn yet, but we were halfway to winter. 

I had stayed away like I promised. The only times I even heard about Derek was from what Scott told Stiles. They were both planning on finding the alpha and taking him down together. That would be good for him. Good for both of them. I have been feeling so many emotions since then. A lot of anxiety and anger. But they never felt like my own. I sighed and rested my eyes for a minute, the repeated movements slowing my brain down enough to sleep on Coach’s desk. 

The man in front of me was badly burned, one side of his face was pink and muddled, much of his hair was burned on that side. 

“I need your help.” Derek’s voice echoed, “If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Just… Just something to point me in the right direction, okay?” The man, his Uncle Peter, stayed in the same position. 

He sighed, “Someone killed Laura. Your niece, Laura? Whoever he is, he’s an Alpha now… but he’s one without a pack, which means he’s not as strong. I can take him. But, I have to find him first.” Still no response. 

���Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Did someone else make it out of the fire?” 

Still getting no response, he became agitated, “Just give me anything! Blink! Raise a finger! Anything!” He growled, reaching for the man, “SAY SOMETHING”!

“Hey.” I jolted at the sound of Finstock’s voice. He stood in the doorway of his office. 

“You alright, kid?” He asked, his eyes went from my face to the crosse that I was aggressively fixing the net on. What was that? Was I… seeing what Derek was seeing? No, that was impossible. Insane even. 

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I went back to relacing, tugging the knots taut and reaching for a lighter to burn the ends of the string so they wouldn’t unravel. 

“Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked, his large eyes looking a little more crazy than usual. He was trying to seem threatening, but I wasn’t threatened by his booming voice and looks anymore. He was alluding to someone not treating me right but it couldn’t be further from the truth. 

I chuckled a little, “No. It’s not his fault. He’s going through a lot right now.” I stood up and placed the crosse in the spare locker with the rest of them, “Besides, I probably shouldn’t be dating considering the last guy I was dating murdered my parents and tried to murder me.” The humor was dark, but what a way to cope. 

“Any news on that guy?” He stood up straight, walking to his desk. 

“Nope. I think he skipped town. He’s the feds' problem now.” 

“Does Stiles want to be a doctor?” He changed the subject, he was looking at a paper in his hand. 

“Uh… Not that I know of.” I shrugged. 

“Because he wrote a detailed history of male circumcision on his economics test.”

-

I got out late, well past the time the student teacher meetings were over. Filing records, grading a couple things for Finstock and ordering more pearls for the upcoming games since we were running low. These days really run together, especially when you’re trying to forget most of the year that happens. 

Speaking of happening, was I really seeing the same thing Derek could? It didn’t make sense. They were just random dreams. Like the one the other day where Derek was speaking to this woman about how she didn’t kill his sister. That was just a dream. But… Why could I feel sadness? Sadness, guilt and pain.

I got home, seeing that Stiles’ Jeep was nowhere in sight meaning that he was off to do more werewolf nonsense with Scott. I trusted Scott to keep him safe, but that didn’t mean I wanted Stiles running around where there was an alpha on the loose. 

That night I made dinner, ate, saved two plates for Uncle Noah and Stiles and sat in the living room. They were running a story on another body that had been found. A bus driver killed in an animal attack. They were calling it a mountain lion. A mountain lion was more likely than a werewolf normally. But here we are. Officially werewolf capital of the world. I turned off the TV and laid back on the cushions, closing my eyes. Maybe a couch nap would relax me a little, it would kill my back in the morning, but I would be able to tell when Stiles came home. 

Scott and Stiles were walking towards me across the school lawn, playfully pushing each other. 

“I’m gonna kill both of you.” Derek’s voice said, “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?” He was frustrated and angry, but also a little scared. Finding the alpha is what he needed to do, at the same time though, this person got the jump on Laura. 

“Sorry…I didn’t know it would be that loud…” Scott said sheepishly. 

“Yeah, it was loud… And it was awesome!” Stiles cheered. 

“Shut up.” Derek barked.

“Don’t be such a sour wolf.” Stiles mocked. 

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asked, looking around me. 

“What?” Derek asked, I turned to see an empty backseat, “I didn’t do anything…” I saw Scott and Stiles’ eyes widen as pain exploded through my back. Blood gushed from my mouth as I was lifted up. I was coughing and choking on my own blood. Pain and fear were running through me, my heart pumping so quickly causing more and more blood to gush from my mouth. The last thing I saw was the world rushing by me as I was thrown towards the school wall. 

I woke up before I made impact. My heart was racing and my back ached. I reached behind myself awkwardly. The only thing I felt was the raised bumpy scar from my stab wound. So it was just a dream, but it felt so real. So…Was it real? Did I just experience Derek…

I looked up at the clock and saw it was well into the early morning. I got up and made my way upstairs, Stiles’ door was slightly open and there was still light inside. I just went in, panic already starting to build in my chest. Stiles was sitting at his computer, he turned and looked up. He looked like he had a long night. 

“Stiles, is…” I swallowed thickly, “Is Derek d-…Dead?” My lip was trembling. He opened his mouth to answer then closed it.  He avoided my eyes. 

“I really don’t know.” He explained what happened at the school that night. How the alpha attacked them and chased them around the school and that when they got out, Derek’s body was gone. 

“I don’t know if he crawled off somewhere or if the alpha dragged him away before the cops showed up. But I’m pretty sure I won’t have to go back to school until Monday. We tried to blow the alpha up. And we also kinda blamed Derek for it.” 

I shook my head and chuckled, “Nice. Throwing a dead man under the bus, after all he’s done for me.” 

“It wasn’t my idea!” He shouted in a hushed tone, “We thought he was dead for sure. But now I don’t know. Besides, we couldn’t give up the big secret to a hunter’s daughter, a dick, and Lydia who has been through enough already.” I nodded and left the room. He called after me but I couldn’t be in the room anymore. Just… they could have blamed anyone. A rabid animal even, but they were blaming Derek. I closed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until I met the floor. My chest felt tight and I wanted to cry. I had cried so much lately I didn’t know if I could. My emotions were running so high and it was so confusing? Why was everything so different? 

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It was Monday morning and tonight was another full moon, meaning Scott was jumpy and could turn at any moment. The night before they had gone off to “hang” but Stiles was really bad at hiding the alcohol he had taken to get drunk with Scott. 

I was eating cereal at the kitchen table when Stiles came down. He was groaning and definitely hungover. 

“Booze doesn’t pay, does it?” I smiled. 

“You’re more chipper than usual.” He grimaced a bit, holding his head. 

“Not chipper, just really good at fakin’ it.” I went in for another spoonful. He looked away, hearing Uncle Noah coming through the kitchen on his phone. 

“We are watching his family’s house. Maybe he’ll wind up there?” Uncle Noah looked up, seeing Stiles, “Give me a second.”

“Don’t you have a test to get to?” He asked. 

“What’s going on? Did you find Derek yet?” Stiles asked, more pep in his voice. 

“I’m working on it. You go take your test.” He said firmly. 

“All right, Dad, listen to me-” Stiles stood up.

“Go!” He shouted, I had never heard him shout before. 

“This is really important! You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m always careful.”

“Dad, you’ve never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least, not like this.”

“I know. Which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test.” Stiles grumbled but grabbed his book bag and left the house. Uncle Noah sighed and went back to his phone call as he followed Stiles out the door. 

-

Later on in the day, Stiles texted me. He probably shouldn’t be, especially with his test. 

STILES: Scott had a panic attack about Allison. He said he might kill someone.

I sighed, my thumbs dancing over the phone screen. 

(Y/N): Then we’ll chain him up so he can’t get out. I’ll pick up some chains at the hardware store.

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After a stop at the hardware store, I got to the lacrosse fields where Coach Finstock was looking over a list. 

“How’s the pink-eye epidemic?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. 

“Real good, half of my players had to go on the bench. Goddammit, Greenberg.” I looked over the list. 

“Who’s Bilinski?” I squinted at his sloppy writing. 

“That one.” He pointed his pen towards Stiles. 

“You put Stiles on the first line?” I smiled, perhaps my subtle hints had worked. 

“Yeah, and we made McCall co-captain.” 

I blew air out of my mouth, “I’m sure Jackson shit a brick.” 

He shook his head, “Yeah, he’s not taking it well.”  I shrugged and made my way over to the bench where Scott and Stiles were in the middle of a conversation. I didn’t join, just listened in. 

“Yeah, she likes you. She’s totally into you.” Scott smirked. Stiles grinned, clearly excited. The She in this scenario could be none other than Lydia Martin. But there was something about Scott’s tone that threw me off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lydia making her way to her seat in the bleachers, pulling out a compact mirror and fixing her lipstick. I didn’t want to believe that Scott would do that to his friend, but the facts were pointing towards it. 

Practice seemed to be going well, that is until Scott got pushed over during a practice run. I could practically feel his anger from across the field. 

“All right, you’re up, big boy! Let’s go!” Coach called. Scott retaliated this by knocking into another player, and sending him hard on his back. I winced, intaking a breath through my teeth. 

“That’s it, McCall! That’s the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!” Coach grinned. Maybe this is why we had so many players on the bench. Coach could see victory when Scott played. It was Stiles' turn on the offensive against Scott. With the full moon so close, I don’t think their friendship would do Stiles any favors, he shoved Stiles away just as hard and fast as the other player. Each time he got a goal. The next player, Danny, also was a victim of werewolf rage since Scott hit him in the face, sending him to the ground. I grabbed Coach’s whistle and blew it, calling for the play to pause. 

I jogged up to Danny and knelt down, some other players surrounded as well. 

“Danny, can you hear me?” He nodded slowly, holding his bleeding nose. I stood up, “Take him to the bench guys.” I walked back over to Stiles and Scott. 

“Everybody likes Danny. Now everybody’s gonna hate you.” 

“I don’t care.” Scott said smugly. Stiles shook his head and went back to the benches. 

“What the hell is your problem? You make co-captain and it goes to your head.” I shoved his shoulder. He breathed out, his eyes glowed yellow 

“You don’t want to mess with me right now.” 

I narrowed my eyes, “Is that a threat?” He smirked, his eyes going up and down my body. 

“It could be.” I looked at him in disgust. 

“First Lydia and now me? You’re a really shitty friend, Scott.” I made my way back to Stiles who was staring back at the bleachers. Jackson and Lydia were talking. 

“He did it.” He whispered. I squeezed his arm lightly. It was going to be a long night.

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That night, Stiles and I went to the McCall’s house to get prepared for the full moon. Stiles carried a duffle bag to the best of his ability, even though it had the steel chains  and locks I had bought. One of the only reasons I came was so if I needed to I could get him out quickly. The other was because I didn’t know how he would react to the situation with Lydia. Stiles unlocked the door and went inside. Did Mrs. McCall know he had a key?“

Scott?” We heard her call. Mrs. McCall turned the corner and saw us in the hallway. She was in her scrubs, probably going in for a late night shift.

“Stiles.”

“And (Y/N).” I waved.

“Ah.” Her eyes went to Stiles' hand, she pointed, “Key.”

“Oh, yeah, I had one made.” Well, that answers that question. 

“That doesn’t surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn’t surprise me” And then, like a buffoon, Stiles dropped the duffel bag with a heavy thud. 

“What is that?”

“Uh, school project.” He lied. Mrs. McCall, who either believed the lie or just wanted to change the subject, asked: “He’s okay, right?” 

“Who, Scott? Yeah, totally.” Stiles lied.

“He just doesn’t talk to me, not much anymore. Not like he used to.” She said somberly. I could only imagine that’s how my mom felt when I went into high school and into a phase where parents were uncool. 

“Well, he had a bit of a rough week.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Yeah. Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight.” 

“You, too.”

“Full moon.” She looked out the window. Stiles and I stiffened. 

“What?”

“There’s a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nutjobs.” 

“Oh.” He breathed out, both of our shoulders dropped.

“Yeah…” She said awkwardly. 

“Right…”

“You know, it’s, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic.”

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We opened the door to Scott’s room. Stiles dropped the duffel and turned on the lights. We both jumped when we saw Scott sitting in his computer chair. 

“Oh my god.” I put a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. 

“Dude, you scared the hell out of us. Your mom said you weren’t home.”

“I came in through the window.” he said blankly. Stiles and I shared a glance. 

“Okay, um, let’s get this set up.” Stiles bent down to get into the duffel bag that was near the radiator, “(Y/N) got the heavy duty stuff.” I kept my distance from Scott, staying right by the door, ready to grab Stiles and book it. 

“I’m fine,” Scott said, causing us both to stare, “I’m just gonna lock the door and turn in early.” We all knew a door wouldn’t stop him, he had other plans in mind. 

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked, “Cause you got this kinda serial killer look goin’ on in your eyes. I’m hopin’ it’s the full moon taking effect cause it’s starting to freak me out.” 

“I’m fine.” Scott repeated, “You should both go home.” 

“Alright, we’ll leave.” He stood up then stopped, clearly trying to put his back up plan into motion, ‘Well would you at least look in the bag and see what we bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don’t.”

“Just in case you’re feeling a little anxious.” I smiled. Scott got up and walked to the duffel bag. He bent down and pulled out the thick, metal chains. 

“You’re thinking I would put these on? Chain me up like a dog?” He snarled and dropped the chains. 

“Actually, no.” Stiles quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and slapped him on Scott’s wrist, chaining him to the heater. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away when Scott lunged. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Scott growled. 

“Protecting you from yourself.” Stiles sighed and glared, “And giving you payback. For making out with Lydia.” And there it was. Maybe I should have checked the bag for other items he bought. He went downstairs, leaving me and Scott in the bedroom. 

“(Y/N), uncuff me!” He struggled. 

I shook my head, “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I don’t have the key.” 

He lunged and growled, causing me to jump. I looked away, embarrassed that I was showing him that I was afraid. But I was afraid. I’ve known this kid practically his entire life and he was turning into a completely different and dangerous person. 

“You like that? Hmm?” He hummed suggestively. I shook my head, talking to him was probably going to just make things worse. Thankfully, Stiles had come back…with a dog bowl.

“I brought you some water.” He said, pouring water from a bottle into the bowl and setting it down in front of Scott.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU” Scott roared and threw the bowl at Stiles.

“Stiles…” I whispered. The situation was getting dangerous. 

“You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Lydia. And that’s my…The one girl that I have-'' Stiles shook his head, “You know, for the past three hours, I’ve been thinking it’s probably just the full moon, you know? He doesn’t even know what he’s doing and tomorrow he’ll be back to normal. He probably won’t even remember what a complete dumbass he’s been. A son of a bitch. A frickin’ unbelievable piece of crap friend.”

“She kissed me.” Scott interrupted. 

“What?” Stiles looked so betrayed. 

Scott grinned menacingly, “I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me.” Stiles glared and walked out of the room, I followed behind. 

“She had her hands all over me, she would have done anything I wanted! ANYTHING!” Scott’s voice rang through the house. Stiles paced back and forth outside the door. 

“Stiles?” Scott called through the door, “Please let me out. It’s the full moon, I swear! You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose. Stiles, let me out. This is starting to hurt. You said it, Stiles, it’s the full moon. It’s Allison breaking up with me. It’s not just a break, she broke up with me. It’s killing me! I’m feeling hopeless. Just let me out.” Stiles paused, looking towards the door. I looked him in the eye, shaking my head. 

“He’s just trying to make you feel bad.” 

Stiles nodded, “I can’t.” He called. 

“No! No no no!” Scott shouted, followed by screaming. And then silence. Stiles opened the door, Scott was gone. Only broken handcuffs remained. I grabbed a set of chains and started going downstairs. 

“Stiles, stay here.” 

“(Y/N)!” He called, grabbing my arm before I went out the door. 

“Stay put.” I glared, shutting the door behind me. Scott was a sweet kid normally. But if I needed to keep Stiles safe and if that meant knocking out a couple of his teeth then I would. I went around back to his window and followed the path of broken grass into the woods. I gripped onto the chains tightly, ready to swing if I needed to. My plan had been to knock him out and chain him to a tree. Not sure how well that would work though. 

I stopped in a clearing, having lost the trail. Behind me a twig snapped. I’ve always been an act first, ask questions later in these situations. I swung the chain, cracking Scott across the face. My eyes widened at the state of him. Like Derek, he had coarse hair growing down his cheeks, the bridge of his nose was scrunched up and appeared more animal like, his brow bone protruded. His jawline though? Still weird. 

Scott’s head had swung to the side with the chain, he looked back slowly, and glared as he spit blood onto the ground. The scrape on his cheek healed almost immediately. 

Ha ha, I’m in danger.

“Scott.” I said cautiously, taking a slow step back, “You know me. I’m your friend.” He wasn’t moving closer, but he also hadn’t stopped looking at me with his glowing yellow eyes like I was food. 

“So, uh, you blow off your steam. Do some running, clear your head, that good stuff. And I will see you tomorrow. Okay?” I smiled nervously, he didn’t answer, “Okay.” Now it was time to run since I had gotten myself a decent head start. I turned and ran, hearing a roar and footsteps behind me. I threw the chains back over my head, hoping to trip him or hit him in the head. That didn’t seem to do much since he didn’t slow down. 

All at once I was body slammed to the ground and turned on my back. Scott was sitting on top of me, leaning down he roared loudly in my face. His large pointed canines shone in the moonlight. 

I screamed, shoving and kicking at him, “SCOTT! SCOTT PLEASE!” He thrusted a clawed hand down towards my chest that I barely caught. He seemed slightly confused, but pushed down. I whined, using everything I had keeping his sharp claws from my chest. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Scott, please don’t hurt me.” I begged through my teeth. He roared again, raising his other arm to strike when something flashed across my vision. Whatever it was, it knocked Scott off of me. I gasped for air, my lungs and  muscles were screaming at me. The two began to fight, growling and snarling. I sat up, scrambling to get out of the direction of the brawl. I couldn’t see much in the dark since the clouds had covered the moon, but whoever it was got Scott on the ground, roaring down at him. The other stood up straight just as the moon’s light peaked through. And there stood Derek Hale - tall, proud, and very much alive.

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Stiles hated kelpies. They were cool and all, but they were also really angry and bit and drowned people, they were really just plain fucking annoying. Derek was pretty banged up after the latest encounter — it was just the second for Stiles, but two was more than enough — and his healing was taking time, fucking kelpie poison. Stiles luckily only had a sprained ankle, some bruises, and a scrape on his arm, but it hurt like hell, again, fucking kelpie poison (though his arm had just brushed against the kelpie’s teeth once, while it had gnawed on Derek quite a bit).

Derek gingerly limped over to him to check in on him when they were done, when the kelpie was finally dead, and the first thing he did was take Stiles’ hand to pull his pain.

"What the fuck, no," Stiles said and nearly pushed Derek away. "Heal yourself first, dude, you can barely walk."

"Don’t call me dude," Derek grumbled as he limped over to a log to sit. "We’re fucking engaged."

Stiles’ stomach fluttered and he grinned, because yeah. They were engaged. He was going to marry Derek in a few months. Derek rolled his eyes when he saw his grin, but Stiles saw the smile tugging on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, be smug about it," Stiles said and limped over to sit next to him. He leaned his head against Derek’s shoulder. "How bad is it?"

"Eh, it’s not too bad," Derek said dismissively, which meant it would probably take all night for him to heal.

"Right," Stiles said. "Are you okay to drive?"

Derek sighed. "Did your phone make it?"

Stiles got it up, there was a brand-new crack on the screen but it hadn’t gotten wet at least. "I’ll call Peter."

-

Peter and Chris showed up 20 minutes later so Peter could drive them home in Derek’s car and call them idiots for not calling for help before they fought the kelpie. As if they had planned it. He did offer, all on his own, to go to the grocery store for them if they needed anything, which was nice of him.

They declined his offer though; they had what they needed, and they’d order food to be delivered. Stiles however, did not decline his offer to pull some pain, although he would have preferred if Peter had taken some of Derek’s, but he knew Derek wouldn’t accept it. It was a little easier to walk after, and his arm didn’t hurt as much.

Once home, Stiles gently pulled Derek into the shower, where they carefully helped each other wash up, then Stiles sat Derek down to patch him up.

"I’m healing, this is so unnecessary," Derek grumbled, but he still let Stiles clean and bandage wounds.

"You heal faster like this," Stiles said.

It was a common argument whenever Derek was hurt, but Stiles knew how much Derek appreciated it, so he always made sure to take the time to do it. Thankfully it wasn’t too often anymore.

Derek sighed, then winced when Stiles put a bandage in place, and Stiles pressed a soft kiss to his temple in apology.

"Sorry," he said.

"It’s fine," Derek said.

"Let's go sit in the living room," Stiles said, offering his hands.

They slowly made their way to the couch, where Stiles gracelessly flopped down and Derek very gingerly sat down next to him. Stiles grunted as he leaned forward to wake his laptop, then they spent a while deciding what to eat.

Once they had ordered, Stiles logged in on Netflix and started an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, then he leaned against Derek.

"How are you doing?" he asked, finding Derek’s hand to take.

"Healing," Derek said, and Stiles saw the black tendrils spread up his wrist as he pulled Stiles’ pain.

"Dude, no," Stiles said and took his hand from Derek’s and moved away from him. A little bit. Their shoulders were still touching, he wasn’t a martyr. "Heal yourself first, then you can take some."

Derek sighed heavily, grunted as he scooted down a little, so he could lean his head on Stiles’ shoulder. "It’s fine, I can take some, it’s not like it’s gonna make anything worse."

"No, but it is like it’s gonna cause you discomfort when you’re already in pain and need all your werewolfyness to heal yourself," Stiles said. He put his hand over Derek’s, stroked his thumb over the back of his hand.

Derek just grunted, but he turned his hand, and they threaded their fingers together.

Two episodes later, Derek twitched when the doorbell rang, and Stiles squeezed his hand before getting up. 

"I’ll get it," he said, smiling as Derek blinked and looked adorably disoriented.

He wasn’t very fast on his hurt ankle, and when he got back to the living room, food in hand, Derek came from the kitchen, carrying cutlery, soda, snacks, and napkins. Stiles raised his eyebrows at him, and Derek shrugged and yawned.

"Don’t want to get up later to get anything," he said.

"Clever," Stiles said, and Derek smiled.

They stayed on the couch the rest of the evening, slouching more and more, both yawning — Derek because healing took a lot of energy, Stiles because yawning was contagious — and Derek dozing off from time to time.

Stiles kept an eye on their hands, since Derek tended to randomly pull some pain. He loved him for it, it was very kind and sweet of him, but Derek was hurt too, and much worse than Stiles, and Stiles hated the thought of Derek hurt at all, and even more the thought of him in more discomfort because of Stiles. It wasn’t as hard on Derek when he was healed, and Stiles would gladly let him take some then, but not when he was still healing. Derek grumbled when Stiles bickered on him about it, but he stopped and that was the important thing.

"Come here," Derek said, his arm lifted so Stiles could lean against his chest.

"How’s the healing going?" Stiles asked as he tucked himself against Derek. He was so warm and nice cuddle friendly, it was amazing.

"Well," Derek said. "Not much more now."

He entwined their fingers and held their hands against Stiles’ stomach, his other hand on Stiles’ waist, his thumb slipped in under his shirt to stroke his skin. It was nice.

"Good," Stiles said. "That’s good."

He squeezed Derek’s hand, and Derek pressed a kiss to his head, then they kept watching the show.

As they sat there, Stiles felt more and more comfortable, the pain in his arm just a dull ache and his ankle was barely noticeable. He looked at their hands on his stomach, but there weren’t any black lines on Derek’s hand, so he guessed he had just found a good position and didn’t think more of it. Until he could barely feel any discomfort in his arm at all.

He turned their hands, but there weren’t any black lines anywhere, and he looked at Derek’s other hand, the one on Stiles’ waist, but there weren’t any there either, so he twisted around to frown at Derek. He looked far too innocent.

"Dude," Stiles said, and Derek raised his eyebrows at him. Stiles raised his own right back at him.

"What?" Derek asked. He was such a <em>bad</em> liar, it was amazing, and yet he still tried. Stiles couldn’t stop a smile.

"You’re the fucking worst," he said softly. "I love you, but when you’re properly healed I’m gonna smack you over the head, just so you know, you sneaky bastard."

A smile tugged on Derek’s lips, he tried to stifle it, but he had never been good at that either. "What?" he asked innocently, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"You know what." He cupped Derek’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips — so awkward in that position, but if there’s a will there’s a way and all that — then he turned back to settle in against him again. "Just know that I have so much ammunition for when you’ll think I have to slow down on my sprained ankle."

Derek groaned. "That’s not fair, you don’t heal like I do."

"Tough," Stiles said, smiling as he squeezed Derek’s hand before bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to it.

"I hate you," Derek grumbled and hugged Stiles tighter, his nose against his hair.

"I know," Stiles said. "I love you too."

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Anything where derek is royalty/really rich and stiles isn’t? Perhaps homeless? Thanks :))

For sure!

Harvard Halls by Wolves_of_Innistrad

(2/? I 3,635 I Mature)

Rick kid!Derek Hale and scholarship student!Stiles Stilinski at Harvard.

It's up to you, New York, New York by StilesWithAlmostAnyone

(2/? I 6,177 I Mature)

Derek Hale lived in New York City as a born human, only holding an Alpha-kind status when it came to his rank at his work-office. When on his way to said job one morning, he happened to bump into Stiles Stilinski. Or, more accurately correct, Stiles Stilinski happened to bump into him. And Stiles would quickly find himself quiet unfortunate for being a constant klutz after that encounter.

Intersection by Shirazia 

(9/9 I 12,258 I Not Rated)

Derek may seem like a successful young professional, but drug addiction doesn't care about your status. Stiles is your friendly neighborhood drug dealer without a bed to sleep in.

the cost of living by starcanopus

(1/1 I 14,102 I Explicit)

Derek blinks, attention still anchored on where it had landed. He reaches out without thinking and brushes his hand over the green numbers set starkly against pale skin, pressing his index finger against the seconds ticking down, only vaguely aware of the other man sucking in a sharp breath.

0000•00•0•06•08•10

That can't be right.

"You...you have..." Derek glances up to see Stiles looking back at him with an unfathomable expression on his face. "You only have six hours left."

The other man jerks his hand away, a pained look flickering across his delicate features before he quickly averts his gaze. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder, asshole."

or

AU in which people stop aging on their 25th birthday and time becomes currency

The Promise by My Fandom Life (satisfied_with_tranquillity)

(7/7 I 18,883 I Mature)

Rich businessman Derek Hale and poor art student Stiles Stilinski are determined to marry, despite the disapproval of Derek’s uncle. When an accident leaves Derek in a coma and Stiles disfigured, Stiles makes a deal with the devil to make himself worthy of Derek again. But Stiles underestimates how far Peter will go to keep them apart.

Hale Hath No Fury Enterprises by Nival_Vixen

(11/? I 39,832 I Mature)

Derek's a billionaire with anxiety and a complete inability to be socially adept in any way, shape, or form (just ask Laura). He only agrees to the dating service because Laura's nagging's worn him down, but then he sees Stiles' video response and agrees to go on a date with him.

Stiles just wants to go on a date (it's been forever and a day since his last one), and he has a thing for this guy's eyes/smile/everything, so he replies to the somewhat personal questions via video. He's surprised that he's asked on a date, but won't turn it down, even if he's just spent the last of his money on clothes to impress said date and probably won't be able to afford dinner.

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed

(10/10 I 58,055 I Mature)

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Surely It's Impossible by Stiles_Hale_38

(2/? I 61,267 i Explicit)

All Omegas from the ages of eighteen to forty are entered in the annual Mating Run, where one candidate will be chosen from each Sector to compete.

A time of great joy and excitement, Stiles is praying he won't be chosen. While others turn in thousands of submissions, Stiles turns in one. He doesn't want to run, doesn't want to be mated to a random Alpha, doesn't want his life to change.

Everyone wants the riches, fame, glory, and an Alpha to keep them safe and warm at night. Stiles just wants to be left alone.

Surely he won't get chosen. Surely It's Impossible.

Married at First Glance by WonderWolf

(14/14 I 63,558 I Explicit)

“Those contracts that you signed was you agreeing to follow producer instructions.Your instructions were to give us drama. Whether or not you like each other, you are, for all intents and purposes, hired actors for these seven weeks,” Finstock snaps. “Pretend to actually like each other or I will dock your pay.” - - - Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.

For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts. When you’re married to a werewolf who dislikes humans, however, this can get a little tricky.

But the sweet, sweet cash reward at the end will be worth it. Right?

Followed by the past by Amatour424

(12/12 I 90,806 I Explicit)

“Just to be clear: you want to give a good fuck like, a literal fuck as a birthday present to Derek Hale,” Scott said uncertainly, his voice laced with confusion.

The pack nodded to his statement, one by one.

“He'll be 30, and we want him to spend this special night in a very-very pleasurable situation. Like any good pack would do for their leader. He deserves it,” Boyd smirked at the human boy.

******

Stiles left the town after his graduation with his boyfriend. He moved back after some serious shit happened to his father. Now, he's alone, without any friends, with a lot on his shoulders. He finds himself in the middle of a horrible misunderstanding, which will maybe lead him to a life he always dreamed about.

[fandomrewrites]

Season 1; Episode 11: Formality

Hi all! Sorry I’m posting so late! I almost forgot to update today but figured I should do it now rather than on a completely different day. Just one more chapter after this then season 1 is finished. I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated.

Season 1; Episode 11: Formality

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: Just a smidge of violence 

Word Count: 2,463

Season 1 Masterlist

I was sitting in Scott’s room with Stiles as Scott ran around searching for his cell phone. His room was quickly turning into a mess as Stiles and I took turns calling his phone.

“Call it again.”

I rolled my eyes as Stiles answered, “It’s not here.” Scott continued to tear his room apart, “So you lost your phone. Get a new one.”

“I can’t afford a new one. And I can’t do this alone. We have to find Derek.”

“Hey! You are not alone! You have us.” I gestured between Stiles and myself.

Stiles started nodding his head agreeing, “And didn’t you tell us Derek walked right into gunfire?”

Scott shakes his head, “Argent’s plan was to use him to get the Alpha. They won’t kill him.”

“Then let them do what they’re planning. They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved.”

“But after they get Peter they’ll kill Derek and I am not alright with that.” I purse my lips as I look at Stiles.

“Plus Peter might be going after Allison to find Derek. I can’t protect her myself. Which means I need to find Derek first. So help me.”

Finally Stiles and I get up and start searching Scott’s room. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. Remember? When he was trying to kill you? When you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? No? Maybe it’s just me.”

Scott sighed, “He wasn’t going to kill anyone. And I’m not letting him die.”

“Could you at least think about letting him die?”

I instantly threw a pillow at the back of Stiles’ head, “Ow! What the hell (Y/N/N)?!”

“You really need to-”

“Shh, mom’s home.” Scott interrupted.

Stiles and I went quiet as Scott listened to our mom. We both keep our eyes locked on Scott, trying to read his expression. “Is she okay?” I whisper.

Scott just shakes his head. “What’s she doing now?” Stiles asks, just as quiet.

“Crying.” I immediately slump into Scott’s computer chair. Scott follows my lead and sits on his bed, his shoulders sagging.

“Scott. You can’t protect everyone.”

“But I have to.” Scott chokes out.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Lydia and I were at our lockers grabbing books for our last class. “I can’t believe you want to go to the dance by yourself. You’re hot (Y/N). There are plenty of guys at this school that would jump at the chance to take you.”

“There are plenty of guys at this school that want to get in my pants.” I reiterate.

“And? What’s wrong with having some fun? It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

I laugh and shake my head, “I love you Lyds, but I am not looking for a hookup. Nor am I ready to start dating again.”

She pursed her lips and glanced over my shoulder, “Incoming.”

I look at her then follow her eyes to lock onto Nate, heading in our direction. I roll my eyes and quickly shut my bag. Before I can slam my locker shut and walk away with Lydia, Nate reaches us.

“Hey baby. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”

I clench my teeth and grip my locker door tight, “Never. And don’t call me baby.”

Nate sighs, “What do you mean never, (Y/N/N)? We planned this since the beginning of the school year.”

Still not looking at him, I squeezed my eyes shut and spoke, “That was before you cheated on me.”

“(Y/N) c’mon. You know that was a mistake. I miss you.”

Hearing those three words, my eyes snapped open and I finally slammed my locker shut gaining the attention of the students nearby. I turned to face him, Lydia now standing behind me.

I scoffed, “You miss me? Don’t you dare say you miss me with her spit still on your tongue.” I took a deep breath then continued, “Leave me the hell alone.”

I quickly turned around and stormed off knowing Lydia would follow.

Still in hearing range, Lydia threatens, “If you ever try to talk to her again, I will personally chop off your balls.”

Scon after she catches up and we link arms. We both exchange smiles and continue to class.

*_*_*_*_*_*

After school Lydia, Allison and I head to Macy’s to buy dresses fr the formal. We get onto the escalator, Lydia and I looking at Allison who looks like she’s worried about something.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I finally break the silence.

She glances at me before answering, “Nothing’s wrong. I have a lot on my mind.”

“You could smile at least.” Lydia suggests, “Ever hear the saying: Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.” Allison glares but Lydia continues, “Smile, Allison. I’m buying you a dress. And you too (Y/N/N).”

I smile knowing that she’s trying to cheer me up from my encounter with Nate earlier.

Then Allison speaks, “I’ll admit, as far as apologies go that’s more than I expected. But not as much as I’m going to ask.”

Lydia knits her eyebrows together and glances at me. I shrug and she looks back at Allison, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re going to cancel on whatever dumb jock you said yes to and go with someone else.”

“Who?”

“Him.” Allison points to someone standing behind us. We both turn and see Stiles standing by the perfume counter. He sprays a bottle in his face and sneezes quickly putting the bottle down.

I instantly start smiling but Lydia frowns in horror. “Don’t frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

We turn back to look at Stiles who is now waving at us. We wave back, “Go tell him the good news, Lyds. I know you might not like him now but Stiles is amazing so you better treat him good.”

“I’m so happy that you think that. Why don’t you ask him?”

I laugh, “You know why. Now go.” I gently push her in Stiles’ direction then turn to the dresses in front of Allison and myself.

Lydia places a dress on a stack held in Stiles’ arms, “You’re going to try all of these on? Is this a 24 hour Macy’s?”

Lydia ignores him then glance at me. I hold out a black dress and she quickly makes her way to me, takes the dress out of my hands then puts it back, “What was that for?”

“Can you try to get a different color?”

I pause acting like I’m thinking about my answer, “No.”

“Please, (Y/N/N)? Just try this navy dress,” She pulls out a navy halter dress and puts it in my arms. She then drags me to another section, Stiles trailing behind, “Or maybe this army green one.”

She hands me another dress and continues to another section, “Maroon looks great on you! And maybe this purple dress.”

I roll my eyes, “I’ll try them on for you but I’m getting a black dress.”

I then pull out a few black dress and add them to the growing pile in my arms. Lydia and I make our way to the dressing rooms with Stiles once again trailing behind us.

We walk into the handicap dressing room, and let Stiles put his pile down. Once he’s out of the room and waiting for us Lydia and I get undressed and try on the dresses in our piles.

Some people may find it weird that Lydia and I share a dressing room, but this is something we have done since we were little. I guess old habit die hard.

About 40 minutes later Allison, Lydia and I all found our dresses. We paid and went our separate ways.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sat in front of my vanity applying makeup. My dress is on and my hair straightened. I can hear my mom and Scott talking in the room next to me but I can’t make out the words.

Once I finish applying my lipstick, I reach for my heels. I slide them on and stand up, grabbing my purse and walking through the bathroom, into Scott’s room.

The two look up as I enter, “So, how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Scott says at the same time mom says, “All grown up.”

I playfully roll my eyes at her, “Thanks guys.”

I gently tug at the black, knee length dress adjusting the way it was hugging my body. “Are you almost ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Hold on! I want pictures,” She runs out of the room to grab her phone. Scott and I meet her in the hall and pose for a few picture before we head out the door and to the dance.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I park Lydia’s car, who graciously let me borrow it for the dance, and turned to Scott, “Do you know how you’re sneaking inside?”

He hesitantly nods, “Yeah, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself.”

I nod then we both get out and part ways. I head towards the entrance and Scott goes around back.

Once inside I make my way to the punch bowl, grabbing a glass then turn to find Lydia, Allison, and Stiles. As I make my way through the crowd I accidentally bump into Nate.

“You look amazing (Y/N).” Nate breathes out.

“Obviously. Bye.” Before he can say anything else I walk away.

I quickly find Lydia and Stiles who are sitting at a table. They both look miserable and I cringe wishing that Lydia would just try to have a good time.

The minute I sit down Lydia starts talking to me. Stiles is looking out at the crowd when something catches his eye. He quickly stands up and holds out a hand for Lydia, “You want to dance?”

“Pass.” I gently push her shoulder and she glares at me.

“You sure?”

“Quite.”

“Let me try this again.” I don’t hear the rest of Stiles’ sentence because one of my classmate walks up to me, “Hey (Y/N), would you like to dance?”

I smile, “Sure thing.” I grab his extended hand and we make our way to the crowded dance floor.

After a few minutes of dancing the music stops as everyone turns towards Coach who just yelled, “McCall, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Scott was spotted. He and Danny had their arms wrapped around each other, dancing within the crowd of high schoolers. I bit back a smile, proud of my brother’s quick thinking.

Coach said some things to Scott then nervously turned to the rest of us, “I was... I mean, I wasn’t... I’m not... You guys don’t think I’m...” I slowly cross my arms, enjoying Coach’s discomfort.

The last thing Coach does is yell, “What the hell are you looking at Greenberg?” Then he quickly walks away, embarrassed about what just happened.

The music turns back up and I continue dancing with my group of friends.

Carefully making sure I am as far away from Nate as possible.

Soon after I pull away from the group, needing a break from all the dancing.

“Hey Stiles, where did Lyd go?”

“To find Jackson.”

I frowned, “I’m sorry.”

Stiles shakes his head, “No don’t worry. I get it. It’s the same reason you decided to show up stag.”

I nodded my head agreeing. We both sat in comfortable silence for a minute before he stood up, “Let’s go try and find Jackson and Lydia.”

I nod and follow him out of the gym. We bump into Jackson almost instantly, “Where the hell have you been? Did Lydia find you?” Stiles asks, grabbing Jackson’s arm.

Jackson just shakes his head, dazed.

“What’s wrong, Jackson?” I ask, bringing his attention to me.

“I was out behind the school. I was...”

Stiles, now alarmed, quickly questions the blue eyed lacrosse star, “What happened? What did you do?”

*_*_*_*_*_*

After Jackson told us what happened Stiles and I looked at each other then quickly ran out the doors, searching for Lydia.

I was slightly behind Stiles, stupid heels, when I heard him scream, “LYDIA!”

In the distance I see her standing in the middle of the lacrosse field. She whips her head around at the sound of Stiles’ voice. “RUN, LYDIA!” Stiles and I scream together.

But before she has the chance Peter bites her. She lets out an ear piercing scream and falls to the ground. Stiles and I finally make it to her and Peter, falling beside her limp body.

I have tears in my eyes as I quickly check her pulse. I reach for my phone but remember I don’t have it, stupid dress with no pockets!

Before I can tell Stiles to call an ambulance Peter roughly pulls my arm, making me stand next to him. He wraps one arm across my chest, my back pressed against him. “Stop, don’t kill her. Don’t kill either of them.” Stiles pleads.

“Of course. Just tell me how to find Derek.”

“How the hell are we supposed to do that?” I snap.

Peter tuts, “Now, now darling. You shouldn’t be using that tone with me when you’re in this position.”

“Screw you.”

Before Peter could reply Stiles speaks up from his spot beside Lydia, “I don’t know where he is. How am I supposed to know?”

“Because you’re the smart one, aren’t you? And because I can smell it on you. Deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. So how about you tell me the truth before I rip her apart.”

“You don’t scare me Peter. So stop trying.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Funny you say that. Because I can smell fear too, and you are right, you’re not afraid.” I’m slightly surprised when he says this, I know I’m a good liar but I didn’t realize I would be able to blatantly lie to an Alpha werewolf.

Peter continues, “Which means you’ll make a great beta. I should have chosen you (Y/N). Too bad you weren’t in the woods that night.”

Peter lightly pushes my hair away from my neck, he moves so his hand is now around my throat. “So Stiles, I’ll turn (Y/N) and kill the redhead if you don’t help me.”

Stiles panics and looks quickly between Lydia and myself. He finally meets Peter’s eye and says, “Okay, okay! I think... I think he knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Derek, knew he was going to get caught by the Argent’s. When they got shot, him and Scott, I think he took Scott’s phone.”

“Why?”

“They all have GPS now. If Derek still has it. If it’s still on.. I can find him.”

[sourwolfstories]

I'm feeling petty and in the mood for some "Bad friend Scott" or "Bad Alpha Scott" fic recs, I think I've read most of the popular ones, are there others you can rec?

I don’t know which of these you may have read but here are some of my faves. I don’t know why I love this trope so much!

Can’t rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

When Your Life Falls Down Around Your Ears (You Get Up And Kick It’s Ass) by Super_Secret_Slash_Agent

Stiles left Beacon Hills when it became clear he wasn’t welcome with the pack anymore. Now he’s back and things are going down in Beacon Hills.

I Wanna Let Go And Know That I’ll Be Alright by orphan_account

When Scott tells Stiles to ‘take a step back’ from pack life, Stiles takes it as an invitation to get his life back on track - sans the supernatural.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla

It’s been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn’t as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

Future Dreams by littlefrog1025

Stiles accidentally summons he and Derek’s children from the future to the present.

From the Ashes by pancakezrule

The Jeep was found at the bottom of the ravine. It was nothing more than a burnt out shell.

Or the one where Stiles is deaf after a car accident, Derek is his interpreter/teacher, and Scott is a shitty best friend.

As You Walk On By by HappyJuicyfruit

Derek and Stiles are secretly dating. It’s fun and hot and great.. until Stiles gets into a car crash and doesn’t remember their secret when he wakes up.

Bleeding Love by Babystiles

Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn’t smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn’t care less. He told himself that he’s just good at hiding it.

Stiles was trying so damn hard.

But he’s broken so many promises to himself.

—-

Scott’s a bad friend and Derek’s a fluff ball

Stop Crossing Oceans by green-leaf (greenleaf)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

You’re stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn’t easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it’s head!

god knows I am dissonance by scepticallyopenminded

Stiles has zero regrets – zero, absolutely none – about leaving Beacon Hills after he graduates from Stanford. He knows his dad is good, has friends, has the force, has Melissa, and knows that even if he and Mel weren’t dating, that Scott has the sheriff’s back, will take care of him, keep him safe.

He knows Lydia has no regrets, either, and the two of them hop a plane less than a week after the graduation ceremony, two full weeks before their lease in Menlo Park is even up. They pack up a U-Haul, go back to Beacon Hills for two nights, and then they’re off to LAX, three suitcases and two carry-ons between the both of them.

To The One Who Is The Heart Of Our Pack by MissYuki1990

“We need to get him somewhere safe,” Peter said, and Derek looked at him.“There’s no such place.”“His house?” Isaac suggested, and the two older werewolves looked at him.“His dad doesn’t know,” Peter warned, and Derek looked at Stiles who seemed to have fallen into tormented sleep. Derek swallowed difficultly, and gently picked up the sleeping teen.“He’ll find out soon enough.”

The Kenny Situation by Whispering_Sumire

He hears the grate of Erica sliding the window open, hears her call after the homeless man, muttering far off now, “Hey! You killed Stiles!”

She sounds vaguely annoyed more than anything.

Derek wants to howl with the agony he’s in.

“You bastard!” Isaac chimes from somewhere deeper in the Loft.

Derek feels sick.

He rocks the body in his arms, holds the hand in his over the wound, shakes with sobs he doesn’t let free, and wonders how this was the thing who got the boy who runs with wolves? How was it just another meaningless act of violence? How is that fair?

Why doesn’t anyone seem to care?

[Or: The one where Stiles gets cursed by witches, keeps dying and coming back to life, and the only one even vaguely cognizant of this is Derek.]

Running Up That Hill by maypoison

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott’s tried to kill me before.“

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?”

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

Assault by Littleredridinghunter

Stiles is tortured by Gerard at the end of season 2, he doesn’t realise that the events of that night will start a chain of events that will push him to his limits.

With mysterious deaths plaguing the town, his dad barely speaking to him and Stiles reeling from Scott’s betrayal, is he strong enough to make it through the events that will change him forever? Will the pack be there to catch him when he starts to fall? Or will he be alone and in more danger than he thought ever possible?

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?”

The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad.

But she answered anyway.

“Mischief.”

Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted.

“Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

[princeescaluswords]

For years, stans have sworn that for that One Summer, Derek and Stiles worked together and that ~meaningful look~ is proof. But, ignoring that there is no proof, this theory is usually yet another secret Stiles is allowed to keep from Scott. "Scott wouldn't want him working with Derek" Source? "Scott is too up Allison's skirt to care about Erica or Boyd" okay, that's racist and inaccurate. If Derek was to work with anyone, it would be Scott who cares about the betas canonically unlike Stiles

When I first joined the fandom, I thought meta meant a close reading of the show for symbolism and themes and discussion of how they were expressed on the show.   I was very naive.  It turned out that meta meant looking for clues to support relationships and interpretations that the meta creator wanted to see on the show. 

One of the first ones I encountered was the Stiles’ Secret Summer meta, an interpretation of several wordless reactions at the end of Tattoo (3x01) which the meta creators believed indicated that Stiles had helped Derek look for Erica and Boyd over the summer between Season 2 and Season 3.

Like any newbie, I submitted to people that this interpretation required not only for Stiles to have passively deceived Scott over the summer after Stiles declared his loyalty to Scott at the end of Season 2 but also for Derek and Stiles to actively deceive Scott in that scene.   What would be the motivation for deceiving Scott?   There’s no reason to believe that Scott would even get angry with Stiles helping Derek, and he certainly didn’t think he had the right to give Stiles orders.   Derek was literally grateful in that scene for Scott coming to Isaac’s rescue.  

In addition, if the deception had happened, wouldn’t it have shown up later?  Wouldn’t Isaac had told Scott about it when he was mad at Stiles?  The conversation between Peter and Stiles in Chaos Rising would have been different.  For example, if Stiles had been helping Derek all summer, wouldn’t they have talked about the Alpha Pack’s ‘little wolf dens’ before?

I thought it was pretty obvious that it couldn’t have happened that way.  I was unprepared for the vitriol that came my way.   It was then I discovered that meta wasn’t a way to explore the story, it was a way to control and manipulate the story’s reception.

I also learned something else -- Calling something meta never means having to admit you’re wrong.  They predicted a permanent split between Scott and Stiles, when it only lasted two episodes.  They predicted Scott would be the Beast.  They predicted Allison would be the Beast.  They predicted that Deaton artificially created Scott’s alpha spark., they predicted that Scott was Anakin Skywalker.   None of these came true, but all of these failings never changed their base feellings -- Deaton was still shady and secretly evil even though he never ever did anything that was shady or secretly evil.  

And this meta influences fandom to this day.  Scott ditched Stiles for Allison is a meta that has shaped the fandom.  Scott is stupid, lazy and spoiled is a racist meta that has shaped the fandom to this day.  Stiles is a Spark is a meta that’s made lots of fans unhappy with the show and shaped fandom to this day.

Let me give you an example of what I consider a real meta: Deaton’s instructions to Stiles were just a metaphor about using mountain ash.  Look at the entire quote

Deaton: Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles. 

Stiles: If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that. 

Deaton: Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.

The production became aware that people took this scene and the one that followed it to mean Stiles had magic but that’s not what they wanted, so they tried to dispel that in Season 03B, by not only having Melissa using Mountain Ash like a boss, to point of even getting it to fly into a straight line. 

That’s talking about a conclusion generated by evidence within the show and it can be debated.  It isn’t dependent on an outside agenda. 

[newbyimagines]

Moonstruck Part 9

Brett Talbot x Mermaid!reader

Summary: After the scrimmage and the attempts on your lives you encounter more of Beacon Hills population.

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Part 1

Part 8

You heard other shouting and yelling you were able to pick out a few words like kill and other things you were not appreciative of.  

You got up and stumbled towards the lights in the other room. You heard some banging as you rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame. Brett was running towards you when a guy punched him and he fell unconscious.

“I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.” His eyes glowed blue unlike Brett’s they had a cold color.

“Hey Doc I don’t think he’s breathing.”

The older gentlemen came over and used a scalpel to cut open his chest. A small amount of yellow gas came out and you heard him catch his breath. You collapsed to the floor next to him and blacked out again.

3rd person P/O/V

“Do you hear that?” Stiles put his ear near Brett to listen to what he was muttering.

“Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth.” Deaton piped up after he listened for a few moments.

“Satomi.” Derek and Peter said looking at each other.

Peter soon after left probably because he didn’t really care all that much.  

“Okay doc what about her? She’s not looking to good.” Stiles pointed at the girl who had collapsed next to Brett on the floor.

“Can you put her on the table and clean up some of that blood if it’s any worse than it looks we should take her to a hospital.” Stiles and Derek lifted the girl up onto the table before Stiles used a piece of gauze with some rubbing alcohol.

Stiles stopped in a few seconds to look at the bizarre manifestation on the table. Derek and Deaton were helping Brett into a back room so he could rest after the Wolfbane.

“Derek, Deaton I think you should come look at this.” They both walked in as Stiles asked to see the girl there, with a tail. Not an animal tail but a mermaid tail.

“Well that’s new even for me.” Derek piped up from beside Deaton.

“I guess hospital is not an option.” The girl started to move

Your P/O/V

You woke up on a cold metal table pushing yourself up on your elbows. Looking down you could see your tail hanging off the edge of the table and beyond it three curious sets of eyes.

“Where am I? Where’s Brett?” You were ready to try and fight your way out if you had to.

“Okay calm down, we’re here to help.”

“How is doing this helpful?” You gestured towards your tail. You reached a hand out and used your powers to dry off.

“My name is Deaton, I am a veterinarian. We promise we are not here to hurt you.” He walked towards you and you jumped up on the table so your legs were beneath you. You crouched down defensively ready to make a move if any of them moved defensively.

“Where is Brett?” You lowered your voice in an attempt to sound slightly more intimidating.

“Brett’s in the other room recovering.”

“How do you know about us?” You slowly climbed down on the other side of the table so it was between you and the three men. You knew you could probably take on the skinny one and the old man but the other one was a wild card.

“Look we only know about Brett because of the deadpool.” The one with the broad shoulders and dark hair walked towards you. “My name is Derek. I’m a werewolf too. I was born a werewolf.”

“Like Brett,” you muttered under your breath. “And you’re sure he’s safe here?”

“Yes he will be. We need to make sure you’re okay you hit your head pretty bad and lost a lot of blood.”

“Let me see Brett first.”

The older man gestured for you to follow him you walked around the table to follow him into a back room. Brett was lying down on a makeshift bed made of chairs with a blanket draped over him as you saw his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Deaton reached out towards you and guided you back into the main room. He had you sit in the table while he took a good look at your wounds.

“I never asked what is your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” You looked over to the other side of the room where Derek and Stiles were having a very animated conversation.

“Some very special abilities you have there. In all my years of interacting with the supernatural I have never meet a mermaid.”

“We’re not as rare as you might imagine. Most of us live in the sea, well born mermaids that is. I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and this happened.”

“That’s very unusual.” Derek walked over to you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We need to find the rest of Brett’s pack to worn them.”

“I’m sorry I don’t know much actually. I actually just transferred to Devenford a few days ago. I found out about Brett on accident I don’t know much other than he called his Alpha Satomi.”

“Alright I’ll figure something out if he doesn’t wake up soon.”

“Can someone drive me back to the place the game was my car is there.” You looked around for your phone. “Has anyone seen my phone? It was in my purse.”

“You didn’t have a purse on you when we found you passed out in the locker room.”

“Do you have Brett’s phone I need to call someone?” Stiles walked off and came back with Brett’s gym bag. You reached in and found his phone, when the screen lit up it had several missed calls and texts from Lori.

You quickly dialed her number and she picked up immediately.

“Brett thank god. What happened? Where are you? Wheres Y/N? Are you alright?”

“Lori calm down it’s me I am with Brett.” You heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“Are you still at the other school?”

“Well Brett was my ride so yeah and I have your purse you left it in the bleachers.”

“Okay I will meet you there in a few minutes.” You hung up and put Brett’s phone back in his bag.  You walked past the rest of the guys to the room where Brett was asleep.

“I have to go Brett, I have to watch out for Lori just like you asked I’ll be back in the morning okay?” You placed a gentle kiss to his forehead before tucking his bag under one of the chairs and leaving the room.

“Alright who is bringing me back to my car my friend is waiting for me.” For some reason you had the urge to protect Lori with your life. With that it included her secret.

“I’ll take her Derek are you okay?” Stiles looked over at Derek as he was chatting with Deaton. Derek didn’t say a word but Stiles somehow got an answer from just his expression. Stiles lead you outside to a blue jeep and opened the passenger side door for you before rushing around to the other side to get in and drive.

“So how did you become a mermaid? Were you born a mermaid? If you’re from Australia why don’t you have an accent? Do you transform with water or is it any liquid? Can you fight? What kind of powers do you have?” He kept bombarding you with questions without pausing for you to answer.

“What are you? Actually better question who are you?” You turned so you were facing him as he drove, slightly erratically, towards the high school.

“My name is Stiles,” He looked over at you as you gave him a stern look. “I’m human.”

“You do know i’m supposed to kill any land people who find out about me right?”

“Land people?”

“You live on land so thus you are a land person. Why should I trust you?”

“For one I helped save you and your dickhead of a boyfriend's life from an assassin tonight.” You started laughing and put your hands to your face to try and muffle the sound.

“You think me and Brett are dating? You did hear the part when I said I just transferred here a few days ago correct?”

“Then why did you freak out so much when you were both injured huh? You practically dragged your half conscious body to his before passing out on the floor, partly on top of him I might add.”

“Um…” You didn’t want to mention Lori because then she could be at risk as well but you definitely didn’t want the to think you would date Brett, especially because he was cute. Annoying and a bit hyperactive but he was definitely cute. “I was worried he’s one of my only friends here, can’t make a whole lot of friends when about half your life is keeping a secret.” He pulled up into the parking lot next to your car, the only car left at this hour. You pushed open the creaky metal doors as you saw Lori rushing towards you. You looked up at her and kinda signaled for her to stay hidden in the shadows for now and she seemed to understand.

He sat in the car almost waiting for you to leave but Lori had your keys. You walked over to the gas cap and pulled out your spare so you could unlock the doors.

You got inside and he waved at you before pulling out of the lot. Lori was in the passenger seat in an instant.

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[hotsexydorks]

Got another prompt for you if you're interested. Prom night when Peter brings Stiles to the parking lot. After Stiles rejects Peter's offer Stiles realizes he needs to delay Peter to give Scott more time. Stiles starts to seduce Peter: kissing, frottage, Peter face-fucking then rimming Stiles before breeding him a couple times for good measure. He drives off with Stiles left in a cum-dripping heap. Sorry to plot it out, just how it goes in my head.

It’s Prom : Peter/Stiles

“How many times do I have to say no.” Stiles rolled his eyes and leaned against his jeep watching the impatient pacing wolf. 

“If you won’t give me the password how about I bite you and make you a deal for it?” Peter glanced at teen watching him, listening to his heart beating and taking him in. 

He was smart. Head strong. Fragile. Fragile was the key. Everyone longed to be bigger than they are. To have a higher place, to stand that bit taller , to seem that bit stronger than they are and Stiles was no exception. His flaw was that he was human. Weak and vulnerable. 

“You could be like your idiot friend, but unlike him you won’t be putting the gift to waste. You’re smart, you could be a great were. Stiles.” Peter’s face fell suddenly and his aura stopping as he leaned back up again. Looking the other straight in the face he frowned and tilted his head. “What the hell even is a Stiles anyway?”

“It was a nickname asshole.” Stiles looked at the other pulling a face back at him. While he was scared of the other he knew that if he managed to keep him long enough their plan would have worked. 

Scoffing with a shaking head Peter moved to the back of his car. Returning to his laptop. The frustration was building and he didn’t have that much time left before his plan would be ruined. All this work was about to be undone by a group of high school students who didn’t know anything.

“Pft, having trouble there old man? You’ve been in a coma for a long time.” Stiles smirked and laughed at the sight of the man failing to get what he wanted, feeling his inevitable tantrum on the horizon. All it was going to take was the right human to push the right buttons for the self-destruct to go off. “Probably don’t even know how to use an iPhone, don’t even get started on down stairs either.” Laughing loudly he raised his hand closing his fingers together keeping minimal distance. “Thing probably shrunk up from sleeping and not being used that it’s just a tiny little thing, that’s why you’re so angry.” 

There were the balls and confidence that made Peter want the kid as his beta. “You think about my dick a lot kid?” Standing tall again he looked over at the human tasting the underlying layer of arousal and hormones start to rise. This wasn’t just teenage hormones but something more. Something real that Peter could play with. Have some fun and twist into something more if he wanted.

Stiles had been messing with his hands when the creep spoke back to him, it was surprising to him. Usually most people like Derek got angry or Scott who played along and joked with him but this was different. There was something in this that seemed more predatory and just like that Stiles was back to being fearful of the situation.

“Why just think of them little thing when you could be doing so much more.” Peter smirked at the younger, a smirk that showed off more intent than his baring teeth ever had. It made Stiles gulp with both anticipation and worry. “Your body is saying much more than your talkative mouth did. Tell me then, have you ever been with another man, or even anyone at all?”

Stiles shook his head nervously, he didn’t need to answer the wolf he knew that but there was just something about how pornographic the scene was becoming that he couldn’t help himself. There was no fear in his heart of lie, no need to try hide anything. The closest encounter he could ever think of was when he had a sleep over with Scott and they ended up both having morning wood, the two of them both too young and embarrassed to do anything about it.

“Such a fragile thing, don’t worry. I’ll break you in the best way. Come here and let me get a feel of you.” His hand waved the other closer. Yet Stiles didn’t even notice it, he was already walking towards him. Into his grasp and circle. Like a fly into a spider’s web.

Their lips touched gently at first. Shaking as they exchanged an awkward moment. Cold flesh touching flesh, wet and then more. Deepening with a pull of an arm around him. Peter drawing him closer. Stiles crotch was tight and pulsing with life, his dick twitched in his jeans and trying to rub against anything that he could. A leg, his crotch, a hand, it didn’t matter to him right now. His own curiosity was taking him over making him focus on one thing, his dick.

“There’s a good boy. So needy, so ready.” Their bodies began their own dance. Taking each other’s touch to their bodies and letting the charge their desire. Each of their movements making them rub against each other with more vigour and closeness. 

Peter’s hands grabbed Stiles’ shoulders and pushed him to his knees. Leaving the human at crotch height he unzipped pants and pushed his cock against Stiles’ face. Nudging at his lips until they parted. “Open up. Or else I’ll make you.” Peter warned him with a sharp bite back in his tone. 

The older man was pleasantly surprised when the teen did as he was told. His mouth wrapped around the cock and sure there were some teeth and the boy’s technique was terrible but it was a start. He held Stiles’ head in place as he fucked into slowly, repeating thrusts over and over again. His cock going in more and more. 

Stiles didn’t stand a chance with the male. The other’s strength forced his throat open and he was left with nothing to do but accept it. Through the brute force alone Stiles’ throat opened up and he was gagging on the other’s cock, hitting too deep and hitting too hard. He wasn’t going to be able to speak clearly after it. His mouth filled with spit and it started to coat his face. Being pushed back onto his skin from the shiny wet cock. Slamming into his throat over and over again. 

When Peter finally pulled away Stiles was left gasping, without a break he was picked up and turned. Now instead of Stiles being on his knees Peter held him in the air, exposing his small ass and spreading it. His hips searched for Stiles’ mouth again as his own mouth latched on to his hole. Peter might have been rough but that didn’t mean he didn’t eat his prey out. He was a gentleman deep down. 

The wolf’s tongue was lapping at Stiles’ hole slowly, first in circles before pushing and prodding at it. Finally being let in a run amuck. 

Having his mouth fucked and his ass eaten out at the same time was mind blowing to him. Actually, all of this was new for him. Stiles moaned around the cock as his jaw ached with pain , his throat scratchy and making him gag on the cock. 

Spit came from his mouth as he gagged and coughed around the girth of Peter’s cock. But even then he didn’t stop. He could pushed away and tried to scream but instead the only pushing he did was further, further down the male’s cock, taking more and as much of the length as he could. 

“Hmm shame.” Peter hummed in slight disappointment from the teen’s attempt at taking him, he had hoped that he would find a true slut from the beginning but instead he found himself a wanna-be-slut. He’d have to refine his skills but Peter would be there every step of the way.

When Peter was finished with Stiles he pushed the boy up against the bonnet of the car. This time spreading the boy’s legs with abandon for how he was sat, it didn’t matter much either to him. All that mattered to the wolf was that soon, with swift motions the other’s hole would be come a tight warm holder for his cock. A hole for him to use and abuse for himself until he was done with it and finished using the boy. His cock lined up to the hole and with a swift movement he slammed his cock into the virgin hole. 

The force cause Stiles to yell out, his body falling forward as he was forced open. Glad for the amount of spit that the male had put on his ass and making it slightly easier, but not by much. He was flat against the metal of the car as he felt Peter’s cock pushing in more and more, never stopping and never holding back as the cock only opened him up even further. 

He continued until his cock was balls deep in the teen, starting to immediately rock into him. “How’s that cock feel, bet it feels better than you ever thought right?” Peter whispered into his ear, nipping at it as he fucked him open slowly, ramping it up so that he was ready to fuck him deeply. 

Stiles wasn’t sure what it was happening around him, but he could feel that it didn’t matter. The man’s cock was all that was important now. He groaned as his head fell forward, the concentration of trying to keep it up being too much for him right now. Usually he’d have some snarky remark for anything but instead he was moaning from how big it was, from how it made his entire body shudder and feel so good.

He didn’t know when it happened but once minute he was fighting back his pain and the next he was flipped around with his legs in the air begging for more. 

“Fucking slut, take that cock. Remember this, because this is going to be your life soon. Once I get my way.” Peter was grunting as fucked him more, his cum shooting in his hole for the first time that night. 

That meant he was done surely. Stiles hoped but it wasn’t right, he’d never accounted for werewolf stamina, a lesson he was now going to learn. He yelped as Peter picked him up again and immediately started fucking him. Cradle, on the car, spread legs, using his body like a toy. He stopped counting how many times Peter had cum by the time he was being fucked into the ground. 

His face against the rough floor as he gasped for air, begging to be let go, sobbing not knowing how much more Peter was going for, only knowing that he wasn’t ready for it. 

The wolf howled one last time as his balls dumped their last load into the male’s hole and groaning as his cock pulled out. Cum immediately running from his hole and down his leg. Leaking out and pushing as his ass wasn’t going to be the same again. Peter admired his work taking a picture for himself of the open hole that showed the cum at his rim. 

“Hope you enjoyed your prom Stiles.” He chuckled taking his things away, walking back into the darkness from where he came. Disappearing with the only trace of his presence left with Stiles. 

~~~ 

Stiles was left on the ground his body folded into the position Peter left him, face down, ass up. Wrecked and ruined with his face sitting in a puddle of spit and his own cum from hitting himself and moaning non-stop on Peters cock. Oblivious to the sound of his phone ringing, metres away from him. Scott’s caller ID showing on the screen, ringing once, twice…

[elysiumwaits]

It’s Work in Progress Wednesday! Here are some teasers from a bunch of my WIPs. Mostly Sterek with a bit of MCU at the end.

Under the cut cause this got loooong.

1. In the Winter’s Pale - Sterek - “First Encounters” prompt AU that might actually be reworked, I don’t know yet if I like how this is going.

Chain broken, Stiles gasps and his body tries to arch as his magic is suddenly there once more, filling the cracks and voids that had been so awfully empty when he had reached for them for protection at the beginning of this whole ordeal. It sings and cries to him like a living creature, agonizes over his pain and attempts to start healing his wounds. 

He reigns it back, and it is no small task.

“Move,” he manages, still rasping but firm. The red-haired woman does, standing and moving back quickly, too graceful to scramble but fast nonetheless. The black wolf, however, does not.

2. Weekly Werewolf Sitcom Summer Fun WIP - Sterek, Scott/Isaac/Allison

Honestly, Stiles often thinks, the hardest part of getting Peter to involve himself with pack is overcoming the smug, condescending barriers he puts up in the first place. “You mind to share with the class?”

“Certainly, Stiles.” At this, Peter does raise his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Scott is with Allison, as everyone knows. But Scott is obviously also… dallying with Isaac. And though I haven’t personally observed it, I would lay good money down that Isaac is also dallying with Allison.”

“That’s… a hell of a love triangle,” Derek says, looking a little pinched. He’s probably thinking, Stiles guesses, about the fallout, which would be necessary if it were actually a love triangle.

“Nope, it’s good ol’ fashioned polyamory.” Stiles squints at where Scott’s hand is resting on Isaac’s shoulder, watches as Scott pulls it away a few seconds later - lingering, hesitantly, sliding his fingertips along Isaac’s shoulder blade like he is wholly reluctant to pull away.

“A triad,” Peter says. “I really can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

3. Sterek Fantasy Epic - Sterek - if I keep posting about it maybe I’ll work on it

Derek has a lot of questions, actually, but this first one is the most important. “Were you ever human?”

Stiles is quiet and still, as though someone carved him from a stone. The fire crackles, but it doesn’t rise, and Derek doesn’t reach for his blade. Slowly, the sounds of the forest at night seem to fade away to an eerie stillness that lasts for a few moments, half a second, and then snap back to life as Stiles looks away from the flames and to Derek once more.

“I think that depends on your definition of human,” is what Stiles finally says, easy as ever. His hands, though, give him away, betray the calm that he’s trying to project and instead tell Derek that the mage is tense. His eyes are wide, as always, but he’s shifted away from Derek, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. Watching for sudden movement.

He’s afraid.

4. You Know You Got Me to Hold On To - Winterhawk - The Tractor Bang fic

“You drool,” Bucky says. “And you have a bruise on your cheek and a bandage on your nose. Again. Not counting, you know, the rest of your injuries. That overshadows your rugged masculine charm.”

“Au contraire, it’s an integral part of my rugged masculine charm.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, uncrosses his arms, and finally actually comes into the bedroom. Clint grins, invitingly patting the empty space beside him, but Bucky shakes his head. “I made breakfast.”

“Town is twenty minutes away and there are literally no groceries here, what exactly is ‘breakfast?’”

“Fine,” Bucky says, a little bit of a quirk to his mouth that might be the start of a smile. “I made coffee. There’s an MRE or two if you’re hungry.”

5. Working Title: Wild and Unruly - Taserhawk - That big small town romance novel one with way too many country music references

“I literally don’t know any other way to tell you that I can’t make you a Cosmo,” Darcy snapped. “A Cosmopolitan needs triple sec, which I don’t have, and I can’t pull out of my ass. So, you can order something I’ve offered to make you, or you can move along because I have a bar full of other customers who I like a hell of a lot better than I like you.”

“Ugh,” the girl sighed dramatically. “Just a fucking screwdriver then, god. A strong one.”

Darcy threw the drink together with slightly less vodka and slightly more orange juice than she usually did, dropped an orange slice into it, and set it down in front of the girl with probably a little more aggression than necessary. “You want to start a tab?”

The girl didn’t say anything, apparently deeming Darcy unworthy of her time. Instead, she just handed over a ten dollar bill, so Darcy opened the register and handed her back a five. 

“Oh my god, this stupid drink costs five dollars?” the girl asked in indignant disbelief, clearly gearing up for another hissy fit.

Darcy snorted. “No. The screwdriver is two dollars, but there’s an upcharge for annoying customers to be applied at my discretion. Sure you don’t wanna start a tab?” Then, just to make a point, she dropped the extra three dollars into her own tip jar.

6. Our Feet Are Planted in the Real World - Taserhawk - post-Endgame fic where Darcy can see ghosts

Darcy still tries to finish up any business they have left though. She calls a lot of police departments with “anonymous tips” and writes a lot of “mysterious letters” to family members left behind. It doesn’t help them move on, really - that doesn’t happen until they’re well and truly ready - but it makes both her and the ghost feel a little better. She likes to think it helps the families too, but she very rarely gets any kind of contact after the letter. Sometimes she reads about bodies found and cold cases solved in newspapers for towns far away from her, and that gives her a strange, bittersweet sort of closure.

“So how is the most beautiful woman in the world today?” 

And then there’s Pietro. 

Out of context, he’s very flattering and good for Darcy’s ego. Coupled with the smarmy grin and the eyebrows, though, it loses a little bit of the “nice compliment” kind of flavor and edges right up into “fuckboy” instead.

To be honest, though, even he’s not that creepy anymore - he’s been hanging around Darcy for going on eight years now, after all. Frankly, his return to over-the-top compliments and blatant innuendo are a welcome change from the majority of the five years after the Snap, when he was… well, a ghost of his former self. 

7. Dust to Dust - Taserhawk, past Clint/Laura - the complicated one about grief and mourning that happens during the five years between the Snap and Endgame - angst angst angst

Later, when he’s standing alone in a sunny field with the remnants of a picnic and dust slipping through his fingers, with laughter from only moments earlier ringing in his ears, he will think of all the promises he made that he didn’t keep and all the ones that he did. How he’s still alive, and how he never thought he would be the last one to go.

The road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions, like everyone thinks. Clint’s walked the road to hell before, pulled people back from it, and he knows that it’s built of blood and dust and tears, of promises that couldn’t be kept. It’s knees in the Missouri dirt, fingers frantically clutching at dust and grass before the wind can catch it, desperate prayers to a god that he never really believed in going unanswered. 

The road to hell is a quiet, empty farmhouse. It’s Disney tickets, a squeaky stair, milk going bad. It’s rotting picnic food left on a table as the summer turns on, a target standing in a field with arrows just slightly off of a bullseye like a monument, like a grave marker, like a cross left at the roadside after a terrible accident.

Promises and intentions, everything that keeps Clint choosing the path of the good man again and again, blows away across the field, dust carried through his fingers by the breeze.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Under My Skin

This is for Steter Week Day 5, Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor was the prompt and since I couldn't remember ever seeing Peter as the florist in this combination I simply had to do it. Read it here on AO3, or watch out for the read more here, since it’s more than 2.4k.

Peter was just finishing up the last flower arrangement for the day when the bell above the door chimed.

Peter looked up, his customer smile already in place, but he was taken aback when he saw who had entered the shop. He didn’t look like Peter’s usual customers, tattoos and piercings all over, but then again, people always said Peter wasn’t the usual type to open up a flower shop. Too grumpy and sarcastic to handle beautiful things and too rough to handle them with the care they deserved.

“Hello,” Peter greeted the man and his eyes snapped towards Peter.

“Hi,” the man said and walked up to the counter. “I heard you’re the one to come to for the supernatural inclined herbs.”

At that Peter squared his shoulders. He made it very clear that he wouldn’t be dealing with hunters, under no circumstances.

“Depends on who you are,” Peter coldly gave back, and the man blinked at him.

“I’m Stiles,” he said, confusion obvious in his voice and Peter shook his head.

“And what, exactly, are you?” Peter asked and looked Stiles over once again.

The tattoos could indicate everything from druid, over mage, to fanatic and hunter, and Peter didn’t want to play the guessing game.

“I’m a spark,” Stiles told him with a shrug and Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

“That’s rare,” he gave back, and Stiles tilted his head a bit.

“So is a werewolf owning a flower shop, but you don’t see me judging, do you?” he asked and Peter couldn’t help the smile.

“Fair enough. So, what do you need?” he asked, and Stiles put his arms on the counter, leaning forward just a little bit.

Peter’s eyes were drawn to the ink again, he had never been able to help himself with that. Tattoos were fascinating and Stiles’ especially. There didn’t seem to be a theme going on, Peter could see flowers and signs, animals and even an anchor just on his left arm, and he was sure there was more to discover all over Stiles’ body.

“So I take it you don’t have any tattoos,” Stiles said with a smirk, clearly following Peter’s gaze.

“And how would you know that?” Peter wanted to know and mentally scolded himself. He usually was better than blatant staring.

“You have that look,” Stiles gave back and gestured at his face. “Afraid of commitment?”

Peter thought back to the only commitment he had ever had. His family. There were laughably few left of the Hales, and certainly no one to stay committed to. Derek had pulled away as soon as he had revealed that Kate had used and raped him, Laura blamed Peter for only getting himself out of the house and Cora had spent so much time away from them, Peter wasn’t even sure she counted as family anymore.

His wolf certainly didn’t recognize her.

No, commitment had never been his problem. He had given everything he had for his family and now he would give anything to proudly display the Hale symbol on his skin, and not just on a pendant around his neck; to honour and remember his family that way, but he couldn’t.

The burns he had endured had been severe enough to put him into a coma for six years; he could barely light a match, let alone let anyone with a blow torch near enough to permanently burn a tattoo in his skin.

“What can I do for you?” Peter asked again, voice noticeably colder and Stiles raised an eyebrow at him, before pulling away from the counter.

“Right. Here’s what I need,” he said clearly picking up on the fact that his comment hadn’t been appreciated and slammed a list on the counter.

This, Peter could do.

~*~*~

Stiles became somewhat of a fixture in Peter’s shop afterwards. He always had something he needed, and if not, he dropped by anyway, just to let Peter know that he didn’t currently had anything to order.

Peter would be annoyed by that, having Stiles in his shop nearly every day, having his scent seep into the shop, noticeable even through the flowers, especially since their first encounter went so poorly, but Peter was too pleased to see the young man in his space, too happy to talk to him. Stiles had worn him down quickly with his wit and sarcasm.

Stiles was bright, easy to talk to, and could almost put Peter’s sarcasm to shame. Peter was looking forward to having Stiles in his space every day, and he was sure he was hiding it very badly, going by the knowing smile Stiles always had when Peter greeted him a little too enthusiastically.

Peter had discovered a few more tattoos on Stiles, could tell that they wormed their way over his shoulders, chest and back, but he only ever got glimpses and it nearly drove him mad. Peter wanted to discover all of them, learn them and trace them with his tongue, but he always pushed that want down hard.

Stiles flirted, sure, but it seemed like that was just who he was, as a person. It didn’t seem for Peter specifically and Peter didn’t want to chase his favourite customer away. So he kept on staring and desperately trying to not reach out for Stiles.

“I know you want a tattoo,” Stiles offhandedly said while lounging around in the shop, not even pretending to need something today. “What stops you? Why not just get one?” Stiles asked him, since he apparently caught Peter staring at his tattoos yet again.

It wasn’t even necessarily that Peter wanted one too at this point, though that was still true, but the fact that Stiles had them. Peter might just have a thing for that.

“You know what I am,” he said instead of voicing his thoughts and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Werewolf,” he answered, and even though he didn’t say ‘Duh’ it was clearly audible in his voice.

“You know what happened to my family,” Peter went on, and raised an eyebrow at Stiles.

“They died in a fire,” Stiles solemnly gave back, because they had talked about that at one point. There wasn’t much he and Stiles didn’t talk about.

“There you have it then,” Peter said with a little gesture, but Stiles only frowned at him.

“I don’t understand? What does one have to do with the other?” Stiles wanted to know, and Peter rolled his eyes at him.

For all that Stiles could be so bright, he sometimes missed the most obvious connections.

“You really think after nearly dying in a fire I’m going to let anyone with a flame even close to me?” Peter spelled it out for Stiles who continued to frown at Peter.

“What does that have to do with getting a tattoo?” Stiles inquired, confusion clearly written all over his face.

“You’re a tattoo artist, you should know,” Peter said, while pushing some sheets on his counter around.

Stiles suddenly sat up straight and looked intently at Peter.

“Are you telling me that someone told you they had to burn the ink in?” he asked, and his voice was dangerously low.

“That’s how it’s done, isn’t it?” Peter asked, now frowning himself, because that was what Derek had told him.

Peter hadn’t bothered to look into it further, after that.

“Jesus Christ,” Stiles whispered with emphasis. “That’s not— Peter, that’s not how it’s done anymore, that’s barbaric” Stiles urgently said. “Why do you think I need so much wolfsbane all the time?” he asked, and Peter shrugged.

“I thought you had a potion making business at the side,” he admitted freely, because that was the only thing that made sense.

“I don’t,” Stiles told him. “I infuse my ink with wolfsbane and a little bit of magic,” he wiggled his fingers at Peter, “so that the ink stays on all kind of creatures. There is no need for fire in that process anywhere.”

“So, there’s one shop in America who doesn’t need fire,” Peter scoffed. “And you expect me to have found that one shop.”

“I sell my ink,” Stiles told him with an eyeroll. “I have a lot of customers, but not even I could use up that much ink in a week. I love coming here, but I really do need all that wolfsbane, you know. I have supplied at least half of America with the ink.”

“I didn’t really look that much into it,” Peter admitted. “My nephew told me once how he got his and after what happened, I just thought it would be another thing that’s not happening for me.”

“But you can have a tattoo, Peter. I’ll even do it for free, just for you,” Stiles told him with a wink and Peter was glad he wasn’t the type to blush.

“I—I need to think on that,” Peter lowly said because this was a huge thing all of a sudden.

It was easy to say you wanted something if you damn well knew it would never happen, and then suddenly having that option open again.

“Sure,” Stiles easily agreed and slouched back over the counter. “I’ll be here,” he said, and Peter got the distinct impression that he wasn’t just talking about today.

“I know,” he gave back and carefully touched his fingertips to the tattoo on the back of Stiles’ hand.

~*~*~

“I want one,” Peter said two weeks later, Stiles slumped over his counter again.

The regulars didn’t even bat an eyelash at Stiles being there; instead they asked where he was when they didn’t see him. Peter couldn’t say he was mad that Stiles became such a fixture in Peter’s shop.

At Peter’s words Stiles became slightly more alerted.

“Alright,” he gave back. “But?” he asked then, because he knew Peter well enough now to realize that there was something he hadn’t said yet.

“I need to see it first,” Peter admitted.

He believed Stiles, he did, but he had also believed that there would be a blowtorch for almost three years and it was hard to shake that image. He needed proof.

“I thought so,” Stiles said with a small smile. “Erica’s been waiting to get a new tattoo, but I told her to wait for you.”

“What?” Peter asked, totally taken aback by Stiles.

“I knew you would come around,” he gave back with a shrug. “She has enough tattoos that waiting for a new one for a week or two won’t hurt her.”

“And she’s a werewolf.”

“And she’s a werewolf,” Stiles confirmed. “She already agreed that you could watch, so I’ll set up an appointment with you two.”

Peter couldn’t help the smile that spread out on his face. Stiles really knew him too well by now.

“Thank you,” Peter said and pushed his fingers through Stiles’ hair, who leaned into the contact, but didn’t look away from his phone, clearly already talking to Erica.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, and Peter almost couldn’t stand the fond feeling that spread out in his chest.

~*~*~

“And that’s all there is to it,” Stiles said as he wrapped up Erica’s new tattoo.

It had barely taken an hour to get the flower onto her wrist and just as Stiles promised there had been no fire involved anywhere.

“And it’s going to stay and will not just vanish after she walks out of here?” Peter asked, mostly to be a little shit.

He liked the way Stiles eyes seemed to blaze golden when he got all angrily defensive.

“Are you doubting my sincerity?” Stiles asked, voice indignant. “Do you think I would lie to you?” he almost hissed and there was that golden sheen to his eyes.

“Ah,” Erica suddenly said from the side and tapped her nose. “Now that makes much more sense,” she said and smirked at Peter.

He narrowed his eyes at her, daring her to say what she just smelled, but her smile gentled suddenly.

“I think I’ll be leaving now. I’ll sent Stiles a pic in an hour, so you can be sure that it’s still there,” she told them with a wink and sauntered out of the shop.

“I can show you the pic tomorrow then, with the time stamp and everything, so you believe me,” Stiles said, and his voice sounded off.

“Stiles,” Peter softly said. “I’m not going to wait till tomorrow. I’m not even going to wait for an hour,” he told him.

“What?” Stiles asked, startled and turned wide eyes on Peter.

“Do you have time now?” Peter asked and walked closer to the chair Erica had sat in.

“I do,” Stiles said almost hesitantly.

Peter got his phone out, pulling up a picture of the triskelion he wanted and showed it to Stiles.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Stiles nodded, and got his equipment ready. “Where do you want it?”

“I want it here,” Peter said and took his shirt off without preamble, pointing at the skin right over his heart.

“Uh, shirtless on our first date,” Stiles said and winked at him. “I still got it, apparently.”

“Sweetheart, this is at least our fiftieth date. I’d say we’ve been taking it slow enough,” Peter gave back with a wink of his own and thoroughly enjoyed the blush spreading out on Stiles’ face.

Stiles quickly got everything ready, sketching the triskelion onto Peter’s skin and after one last look to make sure that Peter really wanted this, he started his gun.

It barely took forty minutes and then Stiles declared them done. There was no pain from the wolfsbane and no itch to indicate that it was healing, and Peter looked down at it, marveling at the black ink against his skin.

Stiles stepped closer, wiping up the excess ink and wrapping it up, eyes trained on his task.

“You promise you always have to come to me for this,” Stiles lowly told him, and Peter rolled his eyes, even as he pulled Stiles between his legs.

“As if there was anyone else I would trust to do this,” he whispered against Stiles’ lips right before he leaned in.

Stiles met him willingly, deepening the kiss after a few seconds and Peter couldn’t help the low growl. He had been waiting too long to do this.

When they parted Peter noticed with satisfaction that flushed was a very good look on Stiles.

~*~*~

Three years later Peter got Stiles’ name tattooed right under the Hale triskelion, whereas Stiles’ got the triskelion on his hipbone. It was the only wedding ceremony they needed.

[randomrichards]

THE BEST MOVIE MOMENTS OF 2018:

HONORABLE MENTION:

The Opening/Closing Credits from BUDDIES

I’m putting this as honorable mention because this is an older movie recently rereleased.

The first film about the AIDS Crisis, Buddies strikes at the heart with its opening credits with a typed list of AIDS victim up to 1985. Set to a mournful score by Jeffrey Olmstead, the never ending list of lives cut short puts you in tears.

Alex Honnold faces Boulder Problem in FREE SOLO

Most thrillers can only wish they could be as gripping as in the moment when Alex Honnold maneuver’s his way through the most challenging section of El Capitan Wall without rope in this Documentary.

Ray Offers Wisdom from Mid90s

“If you looked in anybody else’s closet, you wouldn’t trade your shit for their shit.”

Ray (Na-kel Smith) and his friends may not be the best role models for the impressionable Stevie (Sunny Suljic), but in this moment, Ray teaches him a lesson in perspective.

Glenn Close’s performance in THE WIFE

I’m not referring to any moment. Just Glenn Close’s acting. She speaks more volumes with her face than most actresses could with dialogue.

10)        The Beach Scene from ROMA

Cleo (Yalitza Aparicio) is an extraordinary woman. Sure, her life hanging towels and cleaning dog poo doesn’t seem like anything special. But like many lower working-class people, she endures. Boy does she endure a lot of shit in this movie. Not only does her deadbeat boyfriend ditch her to practice martial arts, but her baby is born dead. Despite all this, she not only continues her work, but she shares a close bond with the family. She showcases this bond and her strength when a fun day at the beach goes horribly wrong.

When Paco (Carlos Peralta) and Sofi (Daniela Demesa) swim too far out, Cleo walks into the ocean to save them despite not knowing how to swim. We watch in dread as she faces severe waves to find the kids, the camera always close to her.

This scene also contains a beautiful scene of the family hugging Cleo when she tears up over losing her baby. Seeing them all huddled together in front of a bright white sun captures the heart.

9)         “A Place Called Slaughter Race” from RALPH BREAKS THE INTERNET

Admit it, it’s fun to take pot shots at Disney Tropes. Hell, even Disney gets in on the fun. And boy do they seize on every moment to mock Princess tropes when Vanellope Von Shweetz (voiced by Sarah Silverman) encounters the Disney Princesses. Of course, it helps that Director Rich Moore and Head of Story Jim Reardon creates some of the best episodes of the Simpsons. Though there are many hilarious moments[1], none can hold the candle to Vanellope’s “I Want” song.

As she reflects over a puddle, Vanellope sings about her longing to be in the gritty game “Slaughter Race.” Seeing this little girl perform this lighthearted musical number over a background of riots and dumpster fires is comedy gold. Nearly every element of this number elevates the comedy, from singing shark (with cats and dogs in its mouth) to the creative lyrics (“Am I a baby pigeon spreading wings to soar?/ Is that a metaphor?/Hey, there’s a dollar store”). And the number still finds time to emphasize Vanellope’s fear of hurting Ralph (John. C Reilly).

Kudos to Alan Menken for mocking the trope he (and the late Howard Ashman) introduced to Disney. Just as deserving of Kudos is Silverman, who faced to task of singing in Vanellope’s high pitched voice.

8)         Charlie Loses Her Head from HEREDITARY

With her unusual hobbies, connection to her late grandmother and that clicking sound, you’d assume Annie’s (Toni Collette) daughter Charlie (Milly Shapiro) would be the centre of the whole film.[2] Boy, were we in for a surprise.

Spoilers!

When Charlie suffers a peanut allergy reaction, Peter (Alex Wolfe) races her home. On his drive, he sees a mysterious figure in the middle of the dark road. In his attempt to dodge it, he doesn’t see Charlie hanging out the window. Seeing her head slam right into a pole leaves us as traumatized as Peter is. To see them kill off a main character so early in the film is downright shocking. With this death, predictability goes right out the window and we are left uncertain of what direction this film will go.

7)         Neil Armstrong Soars in the X-15 Rocket Plane in FIRST MAN

It’s funny how the most exciting scene in this film isn’t the moon landing. Don’t get me wrong, the scene’s still breathtaking in its realism, but it’s surprising how thrilling the opening scene.

Damien Chazelle hits the ground running with Neil Armstrong (Ryan Gosling) soaring the atmosphere in an X-15 Rocket Plane. He soars higher and higher into the skies until he flies out of earth’s surface and gets stuck in space

Albeit, you know he will be back on earth in time for the moon landing. And yet, I found myself on the edge of my seat, wondering how he’s going to get back to earth. Most of it is thanks to the visual effects, which contains some of the most believable since 2001: A Space Odyssey. The effects leave CGI in the dust with practical effects that look so real, you’d think Gosling was actually flying into space.

6)         The Ferris Wheel Scene from LOVE, SIMON

High School Movies are home to many unforgettable romantic scenes. There’s Samantha (Molly Ringwald) and Jake (Michael Schoeffling) standing over a birthday cake in Sixteen Candles. There’s Patrick (Heath Ledger) singing to Katarina (Julia Stiles) on the bleachers in 10 Things I hate About You. And who can forget Lloyd Dobler (John Cusack) blaring Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” outside Diane Court’s (Ione Skye) in Say Anything. Be ready to include the closing scene of Simon (Nick Robinson) waiting on the Ferris wheel for online pen pal Blue from Love, Simon.

After being outed by a student, infuriating his friends for deceiving them in his attempt to stay closeted and abandoned by Blue, Simon makes a plea to meet with Blue face to face on the Ferris Wheel at a carnival. As he rides on the Ferris Wheel, he, fellow classmates and the audience wait in anticipation for Simon’s happy ending.

5)         The Book Heist from AMERICAN ANIMALS

When Spencer Reinhard (Barry Keoghan) and Warren Lipka (Evan Peters) plotted to steal extremely valuable books from the Transylvania University library in Kentucky, they thought they had the perfect heist. With the help of their friends Erick Borsuk (Jared Abrahamson) and Chas Allen (Blake Jenner), they thought they pull off a heist as smooth as Oceans 11.[3]

But reality hits them like a sledge hammer when they try to pull off the heist. Unlike their dreams, Librarian Betty Jean Gooch (Ann Dowd) doesn’t get knocked out with one taser jolt. It also isn’t easy to lug a six-foot book down a flight of stairs. Then there’s the fact the basement has no exit. That’s just a few of many problems they never consider. From then on, we witness them pay a huge price for their hubris and lack of real-world understanding.

Only youths as smart as they are to come up with such a stupid plan.

4)         The Mutant Bear from ANNIHILATION

Biologist Lena (Natalie Portman) and her team find themselves in a quite a bind. After entering the Shimmer, physicist Josie Radek (Tessa Thompson) has barely survived an attack from a mutant alligator and Anthropologist Cassie Sheppard (Tuva Novotny) has been attacked by a bear. Now paramedic Anya Thorensen (Gina Rodriguez) has gone mad and has tied up Lena, Radek and Dr. Ventress (Jennifer Jason Leigh). But when they hear Sheppard’s cries for help, they will soon find Anya is the least of their worries.

Their journey delivers many grotesque, nightmare inducing visuals (especially the slithering intestines.) But the most memorable moment in this film was the image of the helpless crew trapped in a cabin with a mutant bear. Bears are scary enough on their own, but a faceless one is pants spitting meeting. And then you hear it imitate Sheppard’s screams and suddenly you need a new pair of pants.

3)         The Great Snap from AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR

The whole Marvel Cinematic Universe had been leading up to this moment. The fact that nearly every character had a moment to shine in this one movie demonstrates the astounding direction of the Russo Brothers. But despite all the epic fight scenes, everyone agrees that this film’s greatest scene is the heroes moment of defeat.

Despite every effort made to stop in, despite outnumbering Thanos and despite Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen) sacrificing Vision (Paul Bettany) to destroy the mind stone, Thanos still got all the infinity stones. And with a single snap, Thanos succeeds in wiping out half the universe’s population. One by one, we watch many of our heroes vanish into dust while others watch in helpless horror. But none are more heartbreaking that the moment when Spider-Man (Tom Holland) falls into Tony Stark’s (Robert Downey Jr.) arms, crying “I don’t want to go.” All because some characters couldn’t make the sacrifice needed

Yes, we knew he was going to succeed in the end.[4] And yes, you know most of the heroes won’t stay gone.[5] And yes, their return will likely involve the surviving heroes sacrificing themselves.[6] But the ending still feels powerful despite this knowledge.

It all concludes with Thanos sitting near a cottage, content in his triumph. If the MCU ended here, it would have been a perfect ending. But I’m still curious to see how this will go.

2)         The Closing Close-Up in CAPERNAUM

The closing image of Zain’s (Zain Al Rafeea) face will haunt you beyond the closing credits. Throughout the film, we’ve seen this kid struggle through hell on the streets of Lebanon, trying to protect his sister from their resentful parents and helping an Ethiopian Migrant Worker take care of her son. But when he’s sent to prison for assaulting a pimp who bought his sister, he decides to sue his parents for the crime of bringing him into this miserable world. Writer/director Nadine Labaki never looks away for a second to the brutality of Zain’s world and how it brings out the worst in Zain.

When the film freezes to the image of Zain smiling for a Passport photo, your heart breaks for him as Khaled Mouzanar’s haunting score plays out.

1)         Tish and Fonny’s Walk Through the Park in IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK

No other opening scene has done a better job of putting its audience under its spell than when loving couple Tish (Kiki Layne) and Alfonzo “Fonny” Hunt (Stephan James) stroll through a park holding hands.

There’s beauty in every element of this scene, from Nicholas Britell’s romantic score to the warm looks in the character’s eyes. But what really sells it is James Laxton’s lush cinematography. The colours pop through the yellows and blues on the couple’s clothes and the green of the grass. You are as in love with this couple as they are for each other.

Then the film cuts to Tish visiting Fonny in prison, this time the yellow is the prison, the blue is Fonny’s jumpsuit and the green is on Tish’ outfit. From then one, we know why their love is worth fighting for.

[1] Mostly at the expense of Ariel (Jodi Benson)

[2] Especially when she appears so prominently in the advertisements.

[3] As indicated by a fantasy sequence.

[4] Since we know this was going to be a two parter.

[5] Especially when there are already planned sequels to Black Panther, Spider-Man and Guardians of the Galaxy. After all the money Marvel’s got from Black Panther? They’re not going to give up that meal ticket.

[6] What with Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans retiring their characters.

[tnffc]

"You're avoiding me, right?" with Stargent? If you don't like that ship then Steter or really anything!

I like! I definitely like the ship. Buuut I don’t have any experience writing them so pls be kind with this first attempt at them. Thank you for challenging me, I like trying new things, I just often need a motivation to do so.

Also, I wrote this instead of sleeping so there is that…

I hope you still enjoy it :)

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Someone cleared their throat next to Stiles.

He ignored it and tried to continue reading his book, if the person had a problem they would have to voice it properly.

The person, from the sound of it a guy, cleared his throat again and Stiles barely managed not to roll his eyes but decided not to be difficult today.

At least not very.

“In need of a cough drop?” he asked, still not looking up.

“I’d actually prefer a conversation with you.”

Stiles recognized the voice and flailed his arms around, dropping his book and halfway jumping out of the chair he had been sitting in.

“WHAT…the fuck dude?!”

He had yelped the first word and then hissed the rest, trying to lower his voice and not disturb the other visitors in the public library.

Chris Argent, good looking as the devil in a grey shirt, black leather jacket, tight jeans and worn out boots picked up the book Stiles had dropped, handed it back to him and then looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Stiles took the book reluctantly.

There were many things he did not feel like doing right now, one very high up on his list was talking to Chris Argent. Or doing anything in general with the guy.

His lips felt dry at the thought of speaking with him.

Getting his brain to desex his thoughts when it came to Chris was hard enough as it was.

He didn’t need the real life version making it even harder.

He’d actually prefer for Chris to keep from making anything hard for him.

Because all that could result in was a lot of awkwardness and embarrassment.

He licked his lips and tried to say something.

His throat was dry too and he had to swallow twice.

“Is there some kind of way for me to not do that?”

Chris stared down at him for a moment like he was actually contemplating the question before answering dry as the desert.

“No.”

Well, great then…unless he felt like magically blasting the guy in public Stiles could hardly do anything to get out of this situation.

Physically he had not the slightest chance.

And not only because this was Chris Fucking Argent, trained as a soldier since childhood to fight opponents with superhuman strength and speed.

But also because being close to Chris, breathing in his scent, feeling his warm, strong hands on his shoulder or arm, hearing his smooth, deep voice and seeing his everything was overwhelming.

Ever since that unfortunate encounter Stiles could not undo the realisation of what a dream Chris Argent was.

It was frankly also embarrassing how long it had taken him to realize it in the first place.

Begrudgingly Stiles nodded “Okay then, I guess. You wanna do this right here?”

Chris shook his head slightly.

“I’ll buy you a coffee, I don’t want to disturb the other visitors.”

That was reasonable.

Under any other circumstances Stiles would probably have felt joy about being treated to a coffee.

Right now he mainly felt like a vaguely humanoid shaped bag of ants.

But he nodded again and let Chris take the lead.

The short walk to the closest Café was entirely silent and Stiles was purposefully trying to not think too much about what the upcoming conversation might be like.

He simply tried to remind himself to hope for the best, whatever that was and be prepared for the worst - probably embarrassment and ridicule.

They sat down in a corner as far away from the few other customers as possible.

Chris sat down first, in the spot with the best overview of the room and every door.

Stiles could sit across from Chris, having most of the room in his back, which would make him even more uncomfortable, or sit with the other wall of their corner booth in his back. Which meant there was little more than a table corner separating him from the hunter.

He decided having a wall in his back would help more with his nervosity than being close to Chris would fuel it.

The waitress came almost right away and both of them ordered coffee, black, no cream, no sugar.

Usually Stiles wasn’t one to go for that, but he didn’t feel like ordering something more elaborate, his mind was otherwise occupied.

“So…” Chris started when the young lady had left their table.

He was leaned forward, hands lying on the table, folded and giving him the impression of resolve and calm.

“You’re avoiding me, right?”

Stiles blinked and then looked down at Chris’ hands.

Not even now he could entirely shake the thoughts of what those hands could do to him.

He swallowed and nodded again before croaking “Yeah…”

Chris leaned back at that, crossing his arms.

“Do you have a problem with men having s-”

“It’s not the gay part. Jesus, I’m so straight I could pass the food industry’s beauty standards for bananas, okay?”

He saw the guy raise his eyebrows at the interruption, then tilt his head, apparently contemplating something.

Stiles wasn’t sure if he should say something else but then Chris was already speaking again.

He was clearly determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Admittedly it’d have been weird for you to be in a gay club if you had an issue with it. Ok, so you saw me fuck a guy in a club’s darkroom. What’s the problem? The fact you didn’t expect me to be interested in men? The fact your best friend is my son in law? Are you just generally uncomfortable with sex? Or nudity? I would really like to put this past us.”

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Usually Stiles was a great liar. He was good enough by now to even fool most of the werewolves. Admittedly, Boyd and Peter could still sometimes pick up on it but he was working on that.

But right now, right here?

Anything fake he might try to say to get Chris off his track would probably not work.

He just didn’t have enough control over his body at the moment.

As if Chris had read Stiles’ thoughts - he had probably read Stiles body language instead - he reached out and took Stiles hand to place index and middle finger over his wrist, feeling his pulse.

“Tell me Stiles.”

God, that fucking voice!

How was such a simple order giving him goosebumps and making his heart beat in his head?

He tried to control his shallow breathing so it’d not turn into a panting or anything.

Should he really say it?

If he did, this conversation would probably end real quick.

At least then it’d be over, even if Chris might be the one avoiding him then.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth but couldn’t get out a tone.

He closed his mouth again and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply and calmly, organizing his thoughts.

With more determination he opened his eyes again.

Okay, he would say it.

“All right. But just know this probably won’t help making things less weird between us.”

Chris kept his serious, inquisitive expression.

“I’ll take that risk.”

“Okay….” Stiles took another deep breath and looked at Chris’ hand around his wrist while speaking.

“Before I saw you in the club all you were to me was Allison’s dad, a parent of a friend of mine. Well and a scarily skillful hunter who can hold his own in any comfrontation, no matter if physically or intellectually…so in a way a person I might have been equally intimidated, impressed and inspired by. A person I might see as a role model even.”

He licked his lips, why did they already feel so dry again?

Should he really continue?

Looking up was a mistake, because now he could not pull himself away from Chris’ intense gaze.

He started worrying his bottom lip without even registering it really.

Chris squeezed Stiles’ wrist.

“And after you saw me?”

His expression seemed a lot more vulnerable and open than moments ago.

Maybe Stiles’ words had brought down Chris’ wards a little.

Stiles wasn’t sure if he was imagining things but he felt like there was serious worry hidden underneath curiosity and confusion.

He continued.

“Afterwards…I saw you as a….a man for the first time.

Something about seeing you have sex totally pulled you out of all those former definitions in my worldview.

So far people I have known one way haven’t changed their place in my life.

Well, my love for Lydia might have changed from adolescent desire to platonic admiration and appreciation but…I would never really think of Scott as a sexual person. And the same goes for Allison, Melissa or Parrish…they’re registered as people I have absolutely no sexual thoughts towards. I am aware they have sex lives but like…that’s already more than I need to know…”

Chris nodded slowly.

“So you’re uncomfortably aware of me being a sexually active person now because before you saw me mainly as a parental figure in your life.”

Stiles brushed his hair back with his free hand.

“Y…yeah?”

Chris raised his brows at that.

“That was a lie…what aren’t you telling me Stiles.”

Fucking hell!

Fuck this! Fuck Chris!

“Shit…okay, look…I’m less uncomfortably aware and more uncomfortably turned on by it, okay? There you have it. I never before thought of you as fuckable or dateable. Not because you aren’t pretty damn smoking hot - I can barely understand how that didn’t register to me before - but because you were really really firmly placed in a social box labeled ‘parents’.”

He was finally able to look away from Chris face and stared down on the table.

There was his coffee.

He hadn’t even noticed the waitress bringing it over.

But there it was, black and still steaming a little.

He felt like ingesting anything right now would turn his stomach inside out.

He heard Chris’ voice next to him and was surprised at the slight amusement in its tone.

“I think the same might be happening to me right this moment.”

Stiles looked up in confusion and was caught off guard by the heat in the man’s open stare.

“Wha-uh…what?”

Chris let go of Stiles’ hand and rubbed his neck with a guilty, reluctant smile.

“I did not expect that to be your answer Stiles. I mean…you are right, you are a friend of my daughter. I would have never looked at you and seen a person whose sex life would be of any concern or interest to me…I suppose we are both a little guilty of putting the other in a box we might not really fit in anymore.”

It was Stiles turn to tilt his head with an inquisitive expression.

“Is this going where I think it is going, Chris?”

Chris’ mouth twitched into something similar to a smirk for a moment before he answered, looking close to serious, but not quite.

“I don’t know Stiles…but I might have an answer for you when you tell me in what kind of situation you think of me as a sexually active person.”

The corners of Stiles’ mouth twitched as well.

“Are you asking if I ever jerked off to the memory of you pounding that guy against the fucking wall?”

Something in Chris’ eyes lit up at that question and Stiles could feel Chris press their knees against each other under the table.

“Yes.”

A weird mix of excitement and fear washed over Stiles.

Was he really actively flirting with Chris Argent?

Was Chris Motherfucking Argent actively flirting with him?

Apparently.

“Well in that case; Yes. I’ve not been able to picture much else lately. I might have had a few daydreams in which it was me you’re fucking.”

Chris made a noise that seemed like a half choked groan.

“I should have known you’d be good at talking about filthy things. I’d have so much fun getting you to that headspace where you’re beyond language.”

At that Stiles had to full on grin.

“I think nobody ever told me so roundabout they’d love to get me to shut up.”

Chris flashed a grin back.

“Oh no Stiles, I’d want you to be vocal, don’t worry.”

They shared a silent moment so filled with sexual tension it had to be palpable.

Then Stiles inhaled and exhaled a deep, shaky breath.

“Okay so…your place?”

Chris took a breath as well and nodded.

“Sounds good.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello lovely people! Could you rec some fics where the Pack fucks Up and stiles is just so done so he leaves and the Pack regrets it and stiles makes them work and earn his forgiveness? Please it would be greatly appreciated and I love you all!

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Anonymous said:hey you know the "stiles leaves and comes back badass" trope? so do you have any fics to recommend?? it can be Sterek, Steter, Steterek or no ship at all

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Anonymous said:I have an obsession with Gerald tortures Stiles fics where Stiles leaves and comes back stronger! Can you recomment me some more, pls? ^-^

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roseymoonlit said:Do y’all know of any fics where stiles and Peter leave beacon hills together and fall in love or stiles comes back after leaving the pack and fall in love?

Soooo many Stiles is Kicked Out of the Pack! - Anastasia

On Pack, On Family, On Love by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 1,342 I General I Sterek)

Stiles doesn't feel he's truly part of the pack, and Jackson doesn't help the problem. Derek has something to say on the matter.

pack of two by ScarSacrifices

(1/1 I 1,735 I Not Rated I Steter)

“You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now,” Peter breathed out clutched the sobbing boy to his chest. Peter took a shaky breath and smoothed his hand down the boy’s hair making low shushing sounds as he did so. “Just listen to my heartbeat sweetheart, I’m here. You’re not alone,” he clutched him tighter, “not anymore.”

Theif by Lady_Poison_Heart

(1/? I 1,934 I General I No Pairing)

After months of neglect stiles knew his pack bonds were going to break soon, and his father wouldnt miss him. So he runs away and finds himself in New York and turns to pick pocketing as a way to feed himself. One run in with a pair of avengers later he finds himself being stalked, and with tension brewing between stiles and the local wolf pack, things arn't going to end well for stiles.

The Murder Weapon by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

(1/1 I 2,183 I Teen I Stetopher)

Is the murder weapon guilty?

Black Out Days by Maifire

(5/? I 4,343 I Not Rated I Sterek)

He made his way towards the kitchen, twiddling a light bulb in between his fingers and pausing in the doorway. This was so stupid. The invites had gone out weeks ago, and since then Scott hadn’t given him the time of day. Stiles knew it had to do with the pack, but it still hurt. It wasn’t easy being the only human in a group of werewolves, but honestly what was he expecting? After Scott had been bitten, nothing was the same.

Someone who understands by SnazzyJazzyH

(1/1 I 5,004 I Teen I No Pairing)

“What are you doing here Stiles?” Jackson questioned, more confused than annoyed.

“I-I didn’t know where else to go,” Stiles shuffled looking down at his feet.

Jackson had never seen Stiles this beaten down. It was like everything that life could have possibly thrown at him had been. Something had to have happened that was unthinkable to turn this unbreakable boy into a shell standing before Jackson.

“Get in here,” Jackson opened the door wider, welcoming Stiles in.

The Lost and the Found by Levi_Winchester

(2/? I 5,604 I General I Sterek I MCD)

Stiles tried to turn their opinions of him around, but it didn't matter. It was time for him to embark on a journey on his own, a journey that could change the way everyone saw him for good. Could Stiles balance the Scales of Good and Evil? Or is he destined to fall into darkness?

--or--Stiles gets hurt really bad and Derek decides to bench him until further notice, but Stiles leaves town after meeting some relatives who can teach him how to master his magic. Chaos ensues.

Outrage by Mittymitty

(2/? I 7,334 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles—“ his father tried but was ignored as Stiles continued to rant.

“You ignore me all fucking year! Told me I was a waste of space! Told me it was my fault that mom died! Now, Mr. AA is so much better than me because I’m “moody!?” Fuck you! I’m angry! Why do you hate me, why do you fucking—“ Stiles suddenly stopped and began to truly hyperventilate and between his harsh breaths and sobs John could hear him say “why do you hate me?” over and over and the ex-sheriff’s heart broke right then and there and he began to cry to.

“B-breathe, son. It’s going to be ok. I love you so much and I am so sorry I treated you that way. I am so sorry. I swear spending some time in New York is going to do you some good.”

*********Stiles is an angry, over stressed, depressed and moody teenager and his father believes that sending him to New York with his half-brother will help him relax and get a new point of view.

Who needs them anyway by Midnightbluejay

(8/? I 9,838 I General I Sterek)

After the whole thing with Gerard, saving Jackson and him finally becoming a werewolf but still part kanima, and Allison and Scott patching things up, Stiles thought his life was returning to normal sorta. Then when he was gonna go for a pack meeting about some supernatural creature, but instead it was about him.

Blue Moon by Merlin_Wolfgang_Trades_Hale

(4/? I 10,221 I Not Rated I Stiles/Others)

After the events of the Nogistune, the Sheriff thinks Stiles needs a break. The pack's being distant and he's being left with too much time on his hands by himself, so he doesn't fight too hard when his dad sends him away. Where is he going? Well, an old buddy of his owes him a favor and he's calling it in. Who's that buddy?

Charlie Swan, Sheriff of Forks, Washington.

You can't protect me by Lansfics7

(4/? I 11,333 I Teen I Stydia)

Stiles is kicked out of the pack. Turns out it's a false alarm when everyone tries convince him to rejoin, claiming they did it to protect him. When he leaves to learn more about his spark and vows to leave Beacon Hills to figure things out, that's when he's needed most. Stiles has to chose between staying with his comfortable life, or helping his old friends.

Find Who You Are by mizaki

(16/? I 14,176 I Not Rated I Steter)

Stiles and Scott have a nasty break, Scott blames Stiles. Stiles needs some space, time. Stiles feels broken down, he wants to be stronger. Stiles wants to find out what he can do to help his family and friends.

Comes and Goes by toyoto031999

(12/? I 16,739 I Not Rated I Sterek I Rape)

It takes a lot for people to break. And Stiles is at his breaking point.

Meet a Small Death by authoresswithoutwords

(2/2 I 16,991 I Not Rated I Steter)

So, fighting monsters again and again, and being in a pack full of werewolves, is not exactly the recipe for a healthy human being to grow old. It actually only was a matter of time before Stiles fell. It may have been surprising, but no surprise.What was a surpise is that Stiles woke up again.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor

(6/? I 20,082 I Teen I Sterek)

It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights. And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(28/28 I 36,334 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Lost on you by devilscut

(7/7 I 51,322 I Mature I Sterek)

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m

(5/5 I 52,171 I Mature i Sterek)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

To Walk the Long Road Home by AnAceAJokerAndAQueen

(31/? I 54,369 I Mature I Scallison)

Stiles goes to the Pack for an ordinary Pack meet, but what he finds out is not what he expected.

The Weight of the World by Belladdictedd

(25/? I 128,513 I Not Rated I Steve Rogers/Stiles)

Stiles had never known more to his life than the pack. Thus, when the pack decided he's too much of a collateral damage, he runs. While running from his past, he stumbled his way into S.H.I.E.L.D and somehow managed to squirm his way into the hearts of The Avengers, especially a certain Captain's.

When he had finally amount to a life worth living, the world just had to crash and burn. He and The Avengers are humanity's last hope--a heavy burden to bear with hard decisions to make, all while dealing with his old pack. Sometimes, you just can't save everyone; Stiles learned that the hard way.

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018

(25/? I 297,331 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for.Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack.With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?