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randomperson351 · 3 years ago

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Bittersweet - DH. (Requested - Part 2.)

Summary: After their encounter Stella has begun trying to move on, Derek regrets what he said and Isaac is playing Pack matchmaker.

Notes: This was requested by one of my wattpad people _stellastyless, I hope you like it! If anyone has any requests, you can message me!

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

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Part 1

"You've literally just made that up."

"I have not, it's literally a fact." Derek mocked Stella at the weekly pack meeting.

To put it lightly, the feelings that had grown between them were bittersweet. What started as a tolerable encounter had turned into picking fights with each other and disagreeing over every little thing they could find.

Scott had merely suggested a different way of fighting the hunters in order to track down who was controlling them when Derek had shut him down immediately. It usually wasn't a big deal, but he was so adamant and angry about Scott even suggesting it that his own pack member, Isaac, had raised his eyebrows at his Alpha's behaviour.

"You didn't even try to hear what he was gonna say dude." Stiles jumped in to defend his best friend and cousin.

"I wasn't asking you for your opinion, Stiles; stay out of it. You're just a human, what would you know?" Derek snapped.

"Hey, that 'human' has actually saved your ass more times than you think and come up with all the plans for the missions you go on; and guess what, they've always worked! Can you say the same with the plans you've made?" Stella questioned him, getting more and more aggravated at Derek failing to acknowledge all the work other people put in for him and his pack, with little to no thanks in return. She especially hated when he thought he could go after Stiles as an easy target, they could easily let him do all the work on his own.

Derek stared harshly at Stella, fixing her with a stern look at her outburst. She stared back unflinching, she'd never been scared of Derek and she wouldn't start now.

"Uh Stella, why don't you come with me to get some more snacks?" Isaac asked, but left no room for disagreement when he grabbed her arm and pulled her through to Scott's kitchen.

"Isaac the hell are you doing, we don't need anymore snacks." Stella said harshly, but Isaac didn't take it to heart. He knew there was something going on, it was kind of hard to ignore the distressed chemo-signals rolling off of her.

"More like what the hell is going on with you? I mean seriously, you stink of pain." He told her, moving to sit down on one of the breakfast bar stools and pulling Stella's wrist so she would follow his lead and sit.

She was silent for a moment, composing herself from the lump that had formed in her throat. After a minute or two, she spoke.

"Something happened between me and Derek." She began, stopping to gauge the reaction from Isaac.

"Well finally, took you long enough." His attempt at humour was not lost, the laugh it elicited from her was a relief from the crushing pressure she felt to cry a few moments prior.

"I really really like him, but he made it perfectly clear that he does not feel the same." Derek's words rung in her ears like a constant reminder.

Isaac must've seen the change in expression on her face because he got up and hugged her tight without hesitation.

"Don't stress Stella, I'm sure he'll come around. He always does, in his own, Derek like way."

Stella breathed out a laugh and disconnected herself from the hug to rub the tears from her eyes. "Thanks Isaac."

Isaac smiled at her, but their moment was interrupted by a certain voice.

"Hey are you guys gonna take much longer, some of us are wasting away in here!" Stiles shouted through to them, making Isaac just turn around and grab some random food from the cupboards and Stella roll her eyes while laughing.

They traipsed back into the living room and took their original seats, Scott and Stiles in individual arm chairs, Stella on one side of the sofa, Isaac on the other and Derek stood up in front of them on the other side of the coffee table.

"Now that everyone has decided to show up again-" Derek pointed a glare and Stella and Isaac- "lets go over the plan. Scott, Isaac and myself will enter through the side gates while Stiles and Stella are on look out in the car, if there's any change in surveillance footage, they let us know from the car. Any questions?"

"Why not spread out and try to go through different entrances?" Stella asked. If they were all to go through one entrance that would be blindingly obvious, especially if the hunters were planning an attack; they'd have all of them right in one place. "There's a clear entrance through the roof, there's only one guard up there for 20 minutes each hour so you've got a 40 minute time gap to get in and get out." She suggested.

"Because that's based on one or two snapshots of the roof. We've been watching and studying how to get in through this entrance for weeks, it's too much to risk trying a different entrance now." Derek explained, looking harshly at Stella as Isaac watched them both carefully.

"But what if you spread out? You and Isaac through the side entrance and Scott through the roof. There's more of a chance of getting in unnoticed than trying to all go in through one way." Stella fought calmly but firmly, not understanding why Derek was being so unfair; this was a glaringly obvious solution that he was ignoring.

"I said no! We decided on the side entrance and that is what we are sticking with, and that is final." He shut down straight away making Stiles and Scott share a look of confusion while Isaac stealthily made his way across the sofa and put his arm around Stella's shoulders, pulling her close to him to comfort her.

Stella leant more into his side and tucked her head on his shoulder, Isaac bending down to kiss her forehead and rock their bodies a little, then sitting back up straight once her scent was back to normal.

Derek knew he was being a little harsh, but he wasn't expecting Stella to just move straight on to Isaac of all people, one of his own betas. He waited for Stella to tell him to get off but when she sunk into his neck and almost curled her body around Isaac's, he nearly lost it. It should've been him that she was snuggling up to, but he messed that up when he told her she didn't mean anything to him.

So you're no different then? Her words rung in his ears the minute Isaac crooked his head and left a soft kiss in her hair, the hair he should've been kissing and would've been if he hadn't been such an ass.

"Isaac! If you don't mind gracing us with your attention, it would be most appreciated." He semi snapped at his beta, stirring both Isaac and Stella out of their little bubble and causing Isaac to bow his head a little at the Alpha tone Derek used. "If you wouldn't mind not gracing us with yours, that would be most appreciated." Stella retorted sarcastically in Isaac's defence. Scott and Stiles stayed surprisingly quiet as they watched the whole affair unwind; since the other three members of the pack were otherwise engaged, they all missed the look of realisation on Scott's face.

"Pay attention, this is important." Derek demanded. His voice came out calm and collected but his thoughts said otherwise. His blood was boiling with anger (at himself) and jealousy at Stella having the guts to date one of his betas right after they slept together. There wasn't even a rebound period!

The rest of the night was mostly smooth sailing, although when Derek and Isaac left to go back home, Derek had to clench his fists to stop himself from killing Isaac who was coated in Stella's scent after being wrapped around her for the whole night.

~~~~Four days later, two days after the mission had gone successfully.~~~~

"You want me to do what?" Stella asked Isaac who had called her out of the blue on a Saturday morning.

"Come to the loft, I need to show you something." He answered, making Stella sigh.

"Isaac can't it wait? And why the loft, just bring it here." Stella whined, really not liking the thought of having to leave her comfortable bed and risk running into Derek.

"No it can't! And it's too big to carry anywhere so get your booty out of bed and shuffle on down here, now." He complained, disconnecting the phone call immediately after so that Stella couldn't argue with him.

She let out a groan and flopped down on her pillow again, just as Stiles entered her room.

"Hey! I'm going round Scott's so call me if you need me." He told her, completely oblivious to her newly woken state.

"Okay, Isaac just called and said he wanted to show me something so I'm going to the loft." She told Stiles, getting up and dressed.

"Alright, have fun." He said, turning around and leaving shortly after. When Stella was ready, she left and drove to the loft. She knocked a few times and waited for Isaac to open the door, but was instead met with a reluctant looking Derek, the one person she was trying to avoid.

He let her in nonetheless and she stood in the section between the sofa and his bed, praying that Isaac would walk in any moment now to disperse the awkward silence growing between herself and Derek.

"You can sit down, if you want to." He offered, gesturing to the couch.

"I'm fine, Isaac should be here soon." She said innocently, but turned to look at Derek weirdly when the breath he exhaled sounded oddly like a rather aggressive growl.

"What is going on with you and Isaac anyway?" He tried to play off coolly. It didn't work. "Excuse me?" Stella asked, raising her eyebrows at the sudden question. "Don't give me that shit Stella, what's going on with the two of you? He is my beta, I have a right to know." He argued.

"Derek, nothing is going on between me and Isaac; even if there was you have no right to stick your nose into his business or mine. He's just a good friend that I get along well with in a purely platonic way, he understands what I'm going through. Not to mention the fact that I'm older than him, that would be a little weird considering he's Scott's friend and still in school." Stella explained, standing her ground and getting closer to Derek the more they argued.

"Really? You seemed a little more than comfortable with him at the pack meeting a few weeks ago." Derek said, using his height and build to his advantage to tower over Stella.

"Oh please, I'm like that with everyone. Except you." Stella sneered.

"Seriously, what is your problem with me? You were perfectly fine a few weeks ago!" Derek said, reminding them both of the night they spent together.

"I like you, you furry asshole!" Stella shouted, not being able to keep it contained any longer. "I like the way you roll your eyes when Scott gets caught in training for hiding in the same place all the time, I like the way you sigh when Stiles' rambling is beginning to get on your nerves, I like the way you didn't even hesitate to give Isaac a home when he had nowhere else to go; I like the way you didn't take advantage of me when I was drunk, I like the way your lips quirk upwards when Scott gets tackled by Isaac. I just like you, a lot; and I haven't felt this way about anyone else in a long time. And I get that you don't feel the same, so stop pestering me about my own life when you don't care!" Stella backed away a little bit and was preparing to leave through the loft door.

"I do feel the same, Stella. I really do. But I just can't do the whole relationship thing again, not after what's happened in the past, I don't want to loose you as well."

"Derek stop pretending. I'm not taking your excuses anymore!" She yelled at him, angry at the fact he couldn't just admit what he's truly feeling. Tears brimmed her eyeline as she turned to leave, swearing off him for good as she hauled the loft door open.

Derek grabbed her wrist out of nowhere and pulled her close to him. "I love you." He whispered like he was scared of the words, eyes filled with genuine love as he searched her face hopefully.

Stella tried to shove him off, still caught up in her anger, but she was no match for werewolf speed and strength. Derek pulled her back down the stairs and kissed her passionately, leaving no room for anymore arguments as he wound his arms around her waist tightly, pulling their bodies flush. Slowly she began to melt into it, shoulders untensing and arms wrapping around his neck; Derek didn't let their lips part for more than a few seconds at a time for air.

Things started to get a little more heated, one of Derek's hands travelling south as Stella reached one hand up and pulled at his hair, forgetting how much he actually liked that from the pleased purr that came out of his chest. Just when things were about to progress even further, the tension was shattered by a certain few pack members.

"I did it! I am the official matchmaker of the pack! Everyone bow down to my genius." Isaac waltzed in (none too quietly) and began throwing something in the air.

Derek had finally disconnected their lips at the sudden intrusion and tugged Stella behind him thinking it was danger, in actuality it was just one of his (very evidently) teenage betas.

"Isaac what the fuck are you throwing around?" He asked, irritated that he couldn't even have a minutes peace with Stella.

"Rose petals, not real ones obviously. They're far too expensive." Isaac mumbled the last part under his breath.

"What is that noise?" Stella asked from where she was squirreled away behind Derek's back.

"Oh god." He groaned. "It's Careless Whisper."

Cue Erica and Boyd entering the loft now with both of their phones hooked up to speakers playing Careless Whisper while Peter walked in after them, looking as smug as he possibly could. Derek released his death grip on Stella and let her come next to him (still tucking her under his arm, for complete and total safety reasons, of course. It totally wasn't because she used the perfume he liked today, no way) so that they could share a wtf look with each other at the sight of the pack.

As if that wasn't enough embarrassment, Scott and Stiles walked in next and laughed at the sight in front of them.

"Now that all is right in the Hale pack, get a room and hook up!" Isaac exclaimed over the music.

Peter and Scott shared a look with each other. "I believe, dear Isaac, that was step one." Peter said, sounding just as smug as he looked.

Stiles looked up with an indescribable expression on his face, eyes flicking between Stella, Derek, Scott and Peter.

"You did what with who now?"

Part 3

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socheckitout-mikey · 3 years ago

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heeey! i miss erica sm )': she deserved sm better! here's some hc's for her bc there's not enough out there for her! it's a long one, just warning ya. <3333 - mae

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Dating Erica Reyes Hc's:

° You were never deterred by pre-bite Erica, often finding yourself admiring her from a distance or even being one of the few people who showed kindness to her. However, neither of you really had the courage to ask the other out. You didn't register that you liked one another.

° You were always so mindful of her seizures, never poking fun at her for the things she could not help or blatantly bullying her. Your kindness was like a beacon of warm light amongst the callous hatred cast upon her from others because she was different. This caused her heart to flutter whenever you'd go out of your way to say, "hello" or when you'd be paired together for a class project.

° However, Erica was always frightened that your kindness was just garnering upon sympathy for her. It left her confused since she never had the confidence to ask you about your intentions.

° The bite gave Erica the courage to ask you out, which you pleasantly agreed to. You couldn't get over how much she was beaming, finding it to be the sweetest thing you'd ever seen. It was like you'd seen the sun cast upon a gorgeous beach for the first time.

° She rode that high train of joy for quite some time, despite Derek Hale attempting to squash it, because he was certain he had someone "better" suited for her. He almost convinced her, but didn't quite succeed in splitting you both apart.

° Erica's sudden makeover and confidence boost was somewhat startling. You weren't a stranger to her frequent mood shifts, especially when they were directed towards Scott and Co. You had enough courage to point it out, sometimes receiving a brief quip back of, "You don't understand what you're talking about so just stay out of it!"

° She meant well as she just wanted to protect you from her other life. Erica was also consumed with a humongous fear of you rejecting her once you discovered her werewolf secret. She was a monster, golden glowing eyes and claws to match. Anyone with a right mind would go sprinting in the opposite direction for dear life.

° Yet you were sweet and patient with her, fretting about her landing herself in the ER once again like the previous gym class where Scott saved her. Sure it irritated her at first, but she gathered your face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

° "You don't have to worry about that anymore, y/n. You trust me right?" She'd asked in that honey sweet tone, a tilt to her pretty head.

° It wasn't long until you discovered her werewolf secret, much to Derek Hale's dismay. However, no matter how valiantly and pettily he'd try to pull you both apart, he couldn't thwart this genuine connection.

° Everything came to a head-to-head when you'd attended detention in the library with Erica, Scott and everyone else. When the Kanima appeared, Erica didn't think twice about protecting you. She was new to this all, afraid herself as she held onto your hand kurtly. She was skittish, shielding you with her body just in time as Jackson came and pricked her with his claws.

° You came crashing down with her, her body lying on top of your back, pressing you into the gritty carpeted floors. The pressure was enough to make it hard to breathe and as she gasped over top of you she whispered in your ear, "Don't move. You'll draw too much attention and get hurt. You're gonna be okay."

° Her selfless nature came out and you were one of the few to really witness it firsthand. It often boggled people who just assumed she was some callous bitch. Erica was more than that, and you were happy to be one of the people to prove that silly notion wrong.

° Afterwards it did take some time getting used to, but you never considered her to be a monster. In fact, you embraced her lycan-self and supported this new side to her as it meant she was relieved of pain, discomfort and gave her a newfound confidence she needed. This not only astonished her, but also Derek, who garnered some respect towards you when you weren't as squirmish as he originally thought you would be.

° "I can protect you." Is something she'd be guilty of saying, despite how cliche it was. Erica also knew that you'd protect her just as much, despite finding it slightly silly.

° But you were needed, especially when things got out of hand with the Argents. Nerves would be struck and you kept Erica sane, almost like you were her anchor.

° "Home is where the heart is right?"

° "Babe, that's really cheesy."

° Honestly, you guys go on very fun dates. Erica has the versatility of being both introverted and extroverted: She's game for quieter and more intimate endeavours, as well as spontaneous and adventurous ones!

° PDA galore! Erica has the tendency to become possessive and jealous easily, but she can be coy with it. Competition is like mice to her. She's the cat and as she puts it, "I don't mind playing with my food". Public displays of affection help put across to others that you're both taken. She just likes to show off a little, but is respectful enough, backing off if you're uncomfortable. Honestly, she just likes physical touch as it's one of her love languages with you.

° You've got to put up with a lot of mischief and playfulness. Erica enjoys pulling pranks and will rope you in on the ones directed at her packmates. She's always got this puppy dog look when she gets caught in the act, especially by you.

° "Don't give me that look, E!"

° "What look?"

° "You know what look I'm talking about. Stop it!"

° "I dunno… Maybe you should have a peek to see if it's the same look."

° She sneaks through your bedroom window regardless of what gender you are. Rebellion is her middle name and it's sweet because it's usually because she wants to cuddle.

° "You've got your own bed, babe." You reminded her.

° "Yeah, but it didn't have you in it." She pouted pettily.

° She tends to also bring snacks and falls asleep first, curled into your embrace. She's a sucker for back strokes and her unruly blond mane being played with, which you love catering to until your arms go dead.

° "My arms dead, babe-"

° "That's just an excuse! Just give it a minute and you can keep going."

° She does return the favour though!

° You're a very patient, kind person that soothes Erica's bursts of anger and impatience. You remind her that controlling things isn't everything, helping her to work through difficult emotions that she struggles to cope with. This stems from anger towards bullies, past mistreatment, etc. You're not a therapist, but your ability to see beyond yourself rubs off on her.

° Derek even becomes mesmerised over time when he sees Erica respond in a less bitchy way to people. Even Stiles makes many comments on it.

° "Okay, can everyone agree that y/n is a miracle sent to earth? I think this is a confirmation that God might actually exist." Stiles was practically gawking, freaking out actually.

° "Well, since you're having your religious awakening, are you wetting the bed yet? We've literally got the Argents on our asses." Derek snarled.

° "Honestly, I don't think I was that bad-" Erica murmured innocently.

° "That bad…" Alison snorted.

° "What was that Snow White and the Seventh of a Brain cell?"

° Let's not forget how supportive Erica is of you, especially if you've got a hobby or play any sports. She really goes all out in supporting you, whether it's cheering you on with her packmates or helping you study for a big test coming up.

° You get on very well with Boyd and Isaac. The pair see you as a sibling, which makes things easier. Isaac tended to be more distrusting of you at the beginning, but now he's awkwardly annoying with his strange banter that you surprisingly enjoy. He likes to annoy Erica and make a show out of her slight embarrassment until she's got him in an ironclad headlock.

° "Can't breathe-" Isaac wheezed

° "That wasn't an apology I heard there-" Erica grunted, tightening her headlock.

° Derek walked through with a black coffee, half smiling like "You shouldn't have said she smells people’s shoes like a dog." He stated, bemused.

° They're just siblings!

° Boyd's her best friend, so the importance of you guys getting along is key. Although he may look intimidating and ooze a certain temper at times, Boyd is quiet, calm and observant. He's figuring you out before you can figure him out. He's also very protective of Erica. Boyd truly likes you and you both get on very well, and it's nice to have someone around that doesn't announce he has explosive diarrhoea to the school nurse when he's helping save his friends.

° It's always a lovely time when Boyd can find a way to tease Isaac back for said embarrassing banter.

° For a human, Derek grows fonder of you the more time you spend around him. It particularly helps when he is no longer the alpha: His authenticity shines and he really enjoys your presence in the pack. Everyone else also likes you too since you even Erica out and bring her best qualities to the surface.

° Your feelings came out for her much firmer for her when she was taken by the Alpha Pack. Tensions between you and Derek were at an all high when he refused to let you help him. Your begging to be turned into a werewolf fell on deaf ears until he finally aired out the truth: That turning you would be an endangerment to not only yourself but everyone else, especially Erica. He took responsibility for two of his betas being taken, but wouldn't take responsibility for you getting hurt. Guilt tripping you into staying on the sidelines.

° You went an uncanny route to save Erica by pairing yourself up with Alison once she became less rouge. Trusting not to believe the fact that Isaac had seen her dead body, you went with Alison, stuck in the closet only to find another dead body belonging to another unsuspecting victim.

° Erica was alive, but not well as she fled the vault with Cora and Boyd into the night with a full moon. But like the other’s, she survived and made a speedy, full recovery. But no one was out of hot water, as taking down the Alpha Pack and fighting the Darach was notoriously difficult; and at one point each member of both packs almost met their demise.

° However, eventually everyone made it out alive. The Alpha’s were put to rest: Well, not so figuratively when it came to Deucalion and the twins. But things began to settle down until a new threat arrived in Beacon Hills, however that didn’t arrive for quite some time.

° Dating Erica had proven to be a tough spell, and certainly not the fairytale ending you both had imagined. Although there were certainly tests and trivials, your young love blossomed and thrived - even when it was tested by the gruesome violence that ran prosperously in Beacon Hills.

° Each twist and turn lead down a different path: Explosive fights thwarted by gentle embraces and sweet nothings uttered. Erica found her home within you: A stark reality consuming her after she’d been kidnapped. Beacon Hills wasn’t the safe place to be for herself, you or her growing pack. She altered with the shifts, really growing into her own person that the other’s grew fond of, because they could see her candid qualities.

° Hell, when Allison died, Erica was deeply moved by this. The pair had grown fond of each other as they quarrelled in the past. Instead of wallowing in her own self-pity, she turned to everyone in the pack to check if they were okay: It stunned many members, but they came to realise that Erica just didn’t know how else to show that she cared. The ones of utmost importance to her though were Scott, Chris and Isaac.

° Dating Erica is a whirlwind at times as she fights for control, yet to gain distance. She needs someone patient, understanding and as bright as she does. A grounding stone for when she struggles with shifting and whatnot. Someone that can keep up with her spontaneity and grow alongside her. Erica becomes someone much different from the shy teenage girl with the seizures, but comes out into her own! She’s akin to a startlingly beautiful butterfly - constantly in metamorphosis as she shifts and changes through the many things that occur to her in Beacon Hills.

° She’s also noted for being like a feline, slinking across the terrain for her next prey. She is independent, mischievous, yet an affectionate partner. You would often find her lounging with her head in your lap, demanding you pamper her with your affections. Erica is loyal and deserves that loyalty back after everything she has been through. You fit together like two peas in a pod, an air of easy banter and deep fondness perpetuating from you both to the point others either grow sickly of it or they can’t help themselves from murmuring a soft, “awe!” in response.

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thebigoblin · 3 years ago

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🌙 300 Followers Celebration 🧡

okay so first of all, i want to thank you all for considering me and my content worth enough to give my blog a follow. you're all amazing 😘 and even though we might not interact, you are important to me!

I have a writing blog @whenwordsmakesense but it has now simply become an archive for my works lol. So I'm thinking that I'll take prompts on this blog itself!

Below I'm going to compile a list with links to some prompt memes and assign them an emoji each, so you can send the emoji and a number and a fandom/ship to my inbox! You can check my fandoms/ships below the cut, and also in the tags (tho the tags will only have my OTPs).

I'll take 10 total prompts - please remember to send ONE PROMPT PER ASK.

🍫 fluffy prompts

👀 fake dating prompts

🥰 romantic prompts

�� love confession prompts

💖 ot3 prompts

🤕 hurt/comfort prompts

⭐️ random dialogue prompts

EDIT: PROMPTS ARE CLOSED

content i do not write

incest

explicit smut

explicit dub/con and rape (mentions of past dub/con and rape is okay for me to write, but it will be very brief)

super hard angst

unhappy endings

fandoms/ships i write for sorted together

teen wolf (tv show)

mono ships (aka i don't multiship them):

- stiles stilinski/derek hale

- chris argent/peter hale

- kira yukimura/malia hale

- vernon boyd/erica reyes

- theo raeken/liam dunbar

non-mono ships (aka i multiship them):

- lydia martin/jordan parrish

- lydia martin/jackson whittemore

- lydia martin/cora hale

- lydia martin/allison argent

- lydia martin/jackson whittemore/isaac lahey (ot3)

- jackson whittemore/isaac lahey

- jackson whittemore/danny mahealani/lydia martin (poly)

- cora hale/isaac lahey

- isaac lahey/allison argent

- isaac lahey/danny mahealani/jackson whittemore (ot3)

- sheriff stilinski/melissa mccall

- sheriff stilinski/natalie martin

bbc merlin (tv show)

- merlin/arthur pendragon

the witcher (tv show)

- geralt/jaskier

- geralt/jaskier/yennefer (ot3)

marvel cinematic universe

mono ships

- steve rogers/bucky barnes

non-mono ships

- peter parker/michelle jones watson

- peter parker/harley keener

9 1 1 (tv show)

- eddie diaz/evan "buck" buckley

- howie "chimney" han/maddie buckley

supernatural (tv show)

- dean winchester/castiel

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kbetacygni · 3 years ago

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sterek | au: annihilation

These records are simultaneously being posted to Archive Of Our Own under the title (If) This Is Killing Me

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FROM THE UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF ANOMALY INVESTIGATION

EXPEDITION 13, led by USDAI psychologist Lydia Martin and consisting of cellular biologist Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski, paramedic Scott McCall, ex-Marine Jackson Whittemore, and physicist Kira Yukimura, has ventured into “The Preserve,” an uninhabited region of the United States that has been abandoned after being overtaken by an anomalous and inhuman force.

They are in search of answers for what happened to EXPEDITION 12, a team of Green Berets led by Stilinski’s husband Derek Hale.

Hale had returned unexpectedly, showing up in their house with no memory of how he left The Preserve. His subordinates Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, and Erica Reyes have been declared missing by the USDAI.

Team Manifests

USDAI EXPEDITION 12: HALE, BOYD, LAHEY, REYES

USDAI EXPEDITION 13: MARTIN, MCCALL, STILINSKI, WHITTEMORE, YUKIMURA

[additional data entry possible]

Data compiled from interviews with Stilinski, M.

the return

the beginning

the briefing

the lovers

the others

the journal

the first day and the alligator

the video and the fungal body

[NEW ENTRY] TRANSCRIPT | the wolf

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the mutiny

the fox

the lighthouse

the psychologist

the void

the interrogation

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#sterek #sterek annihilation au #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #kira yukimura #derek hale #isaac lahey #vernon boyd #erica reyes #annihilation #this is a living document / fic series. i will continue to update it as i write more.

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whenwordsmakesense · 3 years ago

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Boy, You’re Golden

Written for Boyd Appreciation Week 2022, Day 5: Slice Of Life. @softranswolves.

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Hayden Romero, Vernon Boyd & Original Female Character, Vernon Boyd & The Hale Pack 2.0

Tags: POV Vernon Boyd, Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Derek Hale, Background Relationships, Fluff, Slice of Life, Non-Graphic Smut, Erica Reyes Loves Vernon Boyd, Vernon Boyd Loves Erica Reyes, Future Fic, Married Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It's just another Tuesday in Boyd's life.

Morning, 6:32 am.

There's heat on his back, on his legs, and there's friction as he rubs against the mattress and he moans, unable to resist. Erica's leg fall open just a little more as he shifts himself into position, his boxer-briefs clad cock against Erica's nightgown-covered, wet, warm hole. She's half-asleep, never one to wake-up early, and he thrusts upward, slow and sleepy. A few thrusts in and Erica's eyes are fluttering open, eyelashes framing the most gorgeous pair of eyes he's ever seen. Maybe he's biased, but at this point, the only thing he cares about is pressing so very, very close to his wife.

"G'morning," Erica says, voice rough from sleep and previous night's face-fucking. He doesn't let her speak more, captures her lips with his and starts thrusting harder, rougher. He's always felt more energized when she's awake.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, soft and lazy, a contradiction to the way their hips are working against each other's. In minutes they're both stilling, in sync with each other; their pulse, their race to the finish line, their tongues, all of it syncing and stopping at once, the thread of fate binding them together glowing golden as they both pant heavily.

He'd always believed in destiny, way back when he was still a child unaware of the power of the Moon. Meeting Erica had only reinforced it, and with every breath and love-filled orgasm they continue to share, his faith in destiny only increases.

There's no one in this world who could have meant more to him, and he's so, so glad that he gets shower Erica with his love everyday. Euphemism not intended, but it's not like it's not true.

Erica, who had slid off of him, curls against his side now, hand coming up to pet his chest hair she refuses to be cut. She whispers, a little bit giggly, "I know what you're thinking about,"

He turns his head and watches her for a moment, puts his on top of hers on his chest. Strokes with his thumb, little circles of comfort and touch. Asks faux-dubiously, "Oh? Do you, now?"

She clears her throat, and when she speaks her voice is considerably low. "Erica is the best. I love Erica. Erica and I are meant for each other. I love Erica more than I love blueberry pancakes—"

He moves, quick and swift, and bats away Erica's struggling hands away from his body as he envelops her smaller one with his own. He intertwines their fingers together, her arms folded above her head, and waits for her laughter to dwindle down into appreciative sighs.

"I love it when you get all up on me," she says, and he refuses to smile, keeps his face stoic.

"I am sad," he declares, "Nay, devastated. Six years we have been together, nearly a month since we have been married. And yet you believe a lie about me."

She quirks her eyebrow, head bobbing seriously as she follows along. Licking her lips, she asks, "Is it about me saying you love me more than blueberry pancakes?"

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#vernon boyd #erica reyes #berica #teen wolf #boydappreciationweek #whenwordsmakesense

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stiles-ao3-centric · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Mean creepy outsider pack, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Threats, Pack laws, Pack Dynamics, Full Moon Rituals, Outsider Pack, Werewolf Mating Rituals, Werewolf Sex, Mating, Full wolf form sex, Situational influence on consent, Brief threats of rape by outsiders, Xeno, Xenophilia, i guess that’s the tag people dig around here Summary:

It turns out that Stiles, knowing about the wolves but not actually being related to them or part of some other group like the hunters or Deaton and his advisors, etc. is actually seriously breaking the rules. Not that it’s usually a problem. Until he runs aground of a strange pack that doesn’t like the way the Hales have been playing fast-and-loose with Were law. They issue an Ultimatum, one that will change Stiles’s life forever.

#sterek #sterek fic #ao3 #read on ao3 #teen wolf #teen wolf fic

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago

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Fucking Stiles Stilinski.

That’s what Derek would like to say.

Fucking Stiles Stilinski and his stupid face, his stupid smile, and the stupid way that Derek would always see him in the hallways and that bright look in his eyes always made him stumble. Fucking Stiles Stilinski and the way that Derek couldn’t get him out of his head for some reason.

For some stupid, unbelievable reason.

Cora thought it was hilarious. Derek thought it was the most annoying thing ever.

Stiles was the most annoying thing ever.

“Hale!”

Derek nearly stumbled over his own feet at Coach’s shout, turning around to see a basketball sailing right toward his face. Eyes rounding, he barely had the chance to duck as laughter filled the air and he glared across the gym— where all the cheerleaders stood in their little group, Stiles right splat in the middle.

Fucking Stiles Stilinski.

“I said, Hale!”

Growling, Derek turned back around as Coach stalked toward him. Derek’s older sister used to tell him that Coach’s bite was worse than his bark, but Derek had come to realize that was utter bull. If there was one thing BHHS’s basketball coach was good at, it was yelling.

“Where the hell is your head, Hale?” Coach shouted, jabbing him on the forehead. Derek swallowed another growl and let the man poke away, knowing better than to ever avidly seek out Coach’s wrath. “You’re living in a daydream today!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Derek mumbled, dropping his gaze. The sound of laughter was still in the air, though, and his eyes snapped back up unconsciously, over Coach’s shoulder as he took in Stiles’s bright and grinning face.

He was always grinning and that bothered Derek like nothing else. The way his eyes would dance, his laughter would make Derek’s heart skip a beat, and— and—

“Hale!”

Derek blinked at the shout right in his ear, feeling like he’d just been dunked into cold water. Coach was scowling now and Derek felt his face turn redder, wishing he could be anywhere else but practice at the moment. “Uh, right. Sorry, Coach.”

“Yeah, kid, you’ve said that already. Are you feeling alright today?”

“I’m fine,” Derek said, forcing himself not to look back over at where Stiles was. “Really.”

“Good,” Coach said. “Because if you miss the game this week, I’m taking you off the starting lineup for the rest of the season.”

Derek looked back at the man in alarm, but Coach just raised his hands, turning away.

“Don’t force my hand, Hale.”

Derek watched him walk away and then despite himself, despite everything, glanced over his shoulder. Most of the cheerleaders had lost interest at this point— except for Stiles. Stiles, who was still staring at him, that crooked smile still hanging on his lips. And the moment his eyes met Derek’s, something in his expression changed. He grinned wider, raised a hand, and Derek quickly turned back around.

He wasn’t doing this. He wasn’t… ugh.

Fucking Stiles Stilinski.

“I don’t know why, man,” Stiles said, slamming his locker shut. “But the guy hates me. You should’ve seen him at practice yesterday.”

“I don’t think he hates you,” Scott said, shrugging on his backpack. Stiles shot him a disbelieving look and the boy shrugged, starting down the hall with Stiles at his side. “I just don’t think he knows you. I mean, you guys never even talk, right?”

Stiles glowered. “I was his chemistry partner last semester and I’ve been on the cheerleading team since I was a freshman. He should know me well enough to at least smile back when I wave hi.”

“He just ignored you?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I dunno, dude. He gets all weird, clams up, and then pretends like I don’t exist.”

Scott gave him a curious look, but Stiles wasn’t paying his friend any attention anymore. Speaking of the devil, he eyed Derek as they passed him and a few of his buddies gathered around their lockers. And for a moment— one brief, making Stiles’s stomach clench moment— grey-green eyes met his own.

But then Hale’s face tightened, his eyes snapped away, and he slammed his locker so hard, all of his buddies jumped.

Stiles rolled his eyes, walking faster past. “See what I mean?”

Scott was still giving him a strange look. But Stiles only half-noticed it, forcing himself not to glance over his shoulder as the sounds of the jocks' voices faded. Glaring down at the floor, he wondered what the hell was so wrong with him. Or maybe what the hell was so wrong with Derek Hale.

So Stiles might have been crushing on him for three years now. So what? It wasn’t like it actually mattered judging by the fact that Hale had never even really acknowledged his existence anyway.

“Whatever,” Stiles said. “Screw Derek Hale.”

“Sure, man,” Scott said, shaking his head. And honestly, Stiles thought he was holding something back. But did he care? Absolutely not. Stiles had no cares in the world.

Especially not about Derek Hale.

“I’m just saying,” Erica said, readjusting her uniform and dabbing at her glossed lips. “If you like him so much, you should consider talking to him once in a while.”

Derek pulled a face, making Boyd snort at the girl’s side, one arm wrapped around her waist. The rest of the cafeteria was far too loud around them and he was trying to concentrate on the chemistry homework that he had definitely not done. Back when Stiles had been his partner, Derek had actually been driven to get it done, if only to impress the boy. Not like it’d ever worked, he didn’t think.

He didn’t really know how the hell to impress Stiles Stilinski.

“I don’t like him,” Derek growled, ignoring Isaac’s disbelieving scoff. “I just think he has no right being so loud and what the hell is up with the outfit?”

Erica shot him an obvious look, gesturing down at her own, and Derek rolled his eyes.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Isaac asked mildly, attention fixed on the orange he was trying and failing to peel. “Or is it because whenever you catch the sight of Stilinski in a crop top on the court, you trip over your own feet and lose the ball?”

Derek shot him an annoyed look. Isaac wasn’t even paying attention.

“He’s right,” Erica said, smirking wickedly. “But if you’d like, Der, I can put in a good word. Stiles is my Batman and he sure could use his own Clark Kent.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, whatever,” the girl shrugged. “Just tell me if you change your mind.”

Derek glowered even more, gaze still drifting across the cafeteria. Totally not toward the table where Stiles sat surrounded by his friends, Scott’s arm slung over his shoulders in a way that definitely didn’t make Derek frown.

“Whipped,” Erica snorted across from him. Derek turned the weight of his glare toward her, trying to wipe at least some of that knowing smirk from her lips.

It didn’t work.

If Stiles was sure of one thing, it was that Mr. Harris hated him.

It wasn’t like chemistry was his least favorite class or anything— or at least, it didn’t use to be. But he was pretty sure Mr. Harris hated him with all his heart and soul, and that had kind of soured the class for Stiles as the year went on.

Which was why when the man stuck them with some lame-ass book assignment and proceeded to get on his phone, acting like none of his students existed, Stiles shot Scott a grin and held out his hand, making a grabby gesture.

“How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

Scott gave him a wide-eyed look, which only made Stiles grin wider.

“Cause I swear, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t,” Scott said, eyes darting nervously to where Harris sat. “He’ll have you in detention for the rest of the year.”

“It’s almost over anyway,” Stiles said, still grinning. “And he can’t give me detention if I accidentally ‘fall’ now can he? Twenty bucks and I’ll make him forget all about this stupid time filler assignment, easy peasy.”

“Stiles—”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

Stiles turned around, blinking in surprise at Erica Reyes. She smirked, nodding toward Harris.

“But you have to do it so hard, he falls out of his chair.”

Stiles looked at her for a long moment, debating. At the desk beside her, Boyd shifted a little nervously, but didn’t say anything to talk his girlfriend down. Chewing on his lower lip, Stiles thought for one more moment, then grinned brightly, holding out his hand.

“Deal.”

“Money after,” Erica said, eyes glinting. “But he has to be out of his chair, Stilinski.”

Scott was still giving him a pleading look, but Stiles pretended like he didn’t see it as he turned back around. Harris was still fixated on his phone, feet propped up on his desk. Stiles studied the man, tilted his head, and then shoved himself up so fast, his chair went tipping and he caught the underside of the table, taking it with him as everything went spilling to the floor.

There was a shout, a yelp. Stiles watched in absolute glee as Harris jerked so hard, he kicked his coffee cup off his desk and his chair tumbled backward, taking the man and the cord of his laptop, wrapped around his foot, with him.

For a moment, the classroom was silent. Stiles glanced back at Erica, who looked like she was just barely containing a fit of laughter.

Then, “Stilinski!”

Stiles winced, shooting Erica one last look. Her face was bright red now. “Twenty bucks, Reyes.”

“Derek will cover me,” Erica said, jerking her head to the table across the room. Stiles looked over, startled, to see Hale looking at him with wide green eyes, face a little pale.

Stiles offered a weak smile, raising a hand in a small wave. And then the boy was looking sharply away.

Stiles didn’t even have a chance to feel insulted before Harris had grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him from the room.

Stiles did, after all, get Friday afternoon detention for the next month, despite his protests that the whole ‘table flipping accident’ was really an accident. He supposed it was worth it though; twenty bucks was a two or three milkshakes at his favorite diner if he didn’t get fries.

“I can’t believe you, dude,” Scott said, elbowing him in the side. “That was so stupid.”

“That was so genius,” Stiles said, elbowing him back. “Harris completely forgot about the assignment and I’m up twenty bucks.”

The boy just grilled his eyes. “From Derek?”

The grin slipped off of Stiles’s lips. In all of the excitement, he'd completely forgotten about Erica absolutely screwing him over. Catching his expression, Scott barked a laugh, patting him on the back and starting away.

“Best of luck with that, man.”

“Hey, wait! Scotty? Scott!”

The thing about Derek Hale is that Stiles wasn’t really intimidated by him, per-say. Sure, the guy was a year older, constantly gave him the cold shoulder, and was always surrounded by his ‘too cool for school’ jock buddies. But Stiles was also pretty sure Derek was a bit of a nerd. Even if it was just secretly so.

He’d probably been the best chemistry partner Stiles had ever had. Even if he’d pretended like Stiles didn’t exist the entire time.

He sought him out before the game, heart thudding against his chest in a way that Stiles didn��t really understand. It was hard enough separating Derek Hale from his buddies, but his sister also stuck to his side— and she was intimidating.

Cora was Stiles’s grade and, like him, a few classes ahead. She also scared the crap out of Stiles whenever those eyes lit up with anything close to mischief.

“Good afternoon, Stilinski,” she said as Stiles approached, arms folded across her chest. “Nice top.”

Stiles glanced down at himself and then rolled his eyes, glancing at Derek. For some reason, the boy looked a little constipated and his face was bright red. “Erica owes me twenty bucks.”

Cora raised an eyebrow, glancing over at her brother. Derek just stared.

Stiles sighed. “She said you’d cover her.”

“She— what?”

“Twenty bucks, dude,” Stiles said, sticking out his hand. “Pay up.”

Cora made a scoffing noise and clapped Derek on the shoulder before giving Stiles an amused look. “And that’s my cue to leave. Go easy on him, Stiles. Derek gets a little tongue-tied when he can see skin.”

Stiles blinked, unsure what to do with any part of that sentence. But Derek’s face was red all the way to his ears now and before Stiles could say a word, he was turning away too, starting toward the locker room.

Stiles blinked again, rooted to the spot for a moment. Then, shaking his head, he started after the boy.

“Hey, dude, wait!”

Derek did not, in fact, wait.

Stiles followed him into the locker room, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to catch up. Derek went straight for his locker and started to tug off his shirt, making Stiles yelp and avert his eyes.

Which was stupid, right? Yeah, that was stupid. It’s not like he’d never seen another dude change in the literal locker room before.

“I don’t have your money,” Derek said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth together. Stiles licked his lips nervously, turning to face the boy again.

He was still shirtless.

“Uh, right,” Stiles said, shaking his head. Silently, he willed Derek to pull on his jersey or maybe just stop stripping altogether. His mind was blank for the entire time that Derek finally pulled his basketball jersey over his head, raising an eyebrow afterward as if he didn’t know why Stiles was still within spitting distance of him.

“Well?”

Stiles opened his mouth, closed it, and then frowned. “Okay, dude, what the hell is your problem?”

Derek paused with the jersey half pulled down his torso. Stiles tried not to blush.

“You’ve literally only spoken to me like twice,” Stiles said. “And still hate me for some reason. Have I ever done something to offend you? Are you offended by all that is—” he gestured to himself up and down— “This?”

Hale looked taken aback. Stiles’s throat tightened.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t…” Derek shook his head and pulled his jersey all the way down. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Stiles stared at him. He couldn’t see much of the boy’s face in the darkness, but he was pretty sure he was still lying about something. Derek grabbed his bag, starting to brush past, but Stiles caught his arm before he could go anywhere.

Derek made a noise of surprise, spinning back around. And Stiles quickly let go, retreating a step back, and promptly got his feet caught in his own bag, a noise of surprise leaving his mouth before he started to topple over.

He definitely wasn’t going to be fine after this, some part of his brain supplied helpfully.

Only, Stiles didn’t brain himself. Suddenly, there was a hand around his forearm and seconds before Stiles hit the lockers, Derek hauled him back up, grunting slightly.

Except, just because Stiles excelled at making bad things even worse, he found himself lurching forward with the momentum, slamming right into his so-called “you’re fine, I guess” savior.

This time, it was Derek’s turn to go toppling. And the only help Stiles provided was him falling right after the boy.

In all the ways he could die, Stiles never thought it would be death by angry-jock-who-just-got-tackled. Underneath him, Derek’s eyes were wide, face pale, and Stiles stared back, pretty sure his heart had stopped beating in his chest.

For a moment, he was almost terrified to breathe. Then, slowly, he realized he wasn’t dead yet.

“Um,” Stiles said, face turning hot. “Sorry.”

He half-expected Derek to shove him off or maybe give him a good punch in the face first. But instead, the boy just stayed there, frozen, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Stiles felt his throat close, carefully starting to push himself up.

“Stiles,” Derek said croakily. Stile abruptly froze.

“Oh my god, dude, I’m so sorry. Did I break something? Please tell me I didn’t break anything.”

Derek was still staring at him. And Stiles didn’t mean to drop his gaze to the other boy’s lips, he really didn’t. It wasn’t like he’d never imagined what it would be like if Derek one day kissed him. Possibly after he realized Stiles actually existed, possibly after he realized how damn hot Stiles was.

Because he was, thank you very much.

“Stiles,” Derek said again. And Stiles realized he’d been staring for much too long.

Shit.

In a second, Stiles was pushing himself up. He half dragged Derek with him, swaying a little as his heart thudded against his chest. The silence in the locker room was almost too loud as Derek stared at him for a long moment, chest rising and falling a little too fast.

“So,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. “About that twenty dollars—”

He was cut off by the action of Derek kissing him.

Derek Hale. Derek Hale was kissing him and Stiles was pretty sure he hadn’t just hit his head too hard when they both fell or something. For a moment, he was too surprised to do anything but make a startled noise at the back of his throat, and then Derek was crowding him against the lockers, one hand carding through his hair as Stiles came snapping back to himself like a rubber band stretched too far.

Derek Hale was kissing him. And dammit if Stiles didn’t kiss him back the moment Stiles exe. was working again.

If he found out later that he had just hit his head too hard or maybe Derek had actually killed him, Stiles supposed he’d be fine. He’d be fine because yeah, he’d probably thought about this a thousand times, but he’d never actually seen it happening.

He also kinda hadn’t ever done anything like this before, so he really hoped Derek wasn’t about to call him the worst kisser ever or something.

Stiles let Derek take the lead as the boy tightened his grip in Stiles’s hair. And yeah, he was so glad he’d decided to let it grow out Sophomore year. Because this? This was every one of his fantasies.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a buzzer from outside.

Stiles jerked so hard, he slammed his head against the lockers, groaning in pain as the kiss broke. He felt a little dazed, a lot shocked, and the moment he opened his eyes, Derek was looking at him with that ‘caught in headlights’ expression again.

Buzzer, some part of Stiles’s brain offered.

The game.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles said, snapping back to reality. If he was the reason that the star player of the basketball team was late to the game, Lydia was totally going to kick him off the cheer squad. Derek was starting to look a little more grounded too, thankfully, and even in the dim light, Stiles could tell his face was bright red.

“Um…”

“Yeah.”

“That was—”

“Mm-hm.”

Derek snapped his mouth shut, eyes flitting from Stiles’s face, to his lips, and then back up. And that was Stiles’s move, wasn’t it? “Was that bad?”

Stiles blinked. Once more, Stiles exe. logged off for a second and then he shook his head, staring. “No? No, definitely not. No.”

“I, uh, don’t hate you,” Derek said. A small, almost shocked laugh built up in Stiles’s throat.

“I could tell.”

Derek looked down at himself, his uniform, and then toward the door. When he looked back, his expression was almost hesitant, and Stiles was almost surprised he’d never seen a look like that before. “I have a game.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, finally cracking a small smile. Because his heart had stopped thudding against his chest now and he just felt a little warm. A little tingly. Which, if this was all real, was actually quite pleasant. “Yeah, dude, I’m usually there too.”

Derek’s ears turned red. “Oh, yeah.”

Stiles looked at the boy, hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward, pecking him on the cheek. Derek immediately went statue-still again and Stiles snorted despite himself, patting the boy on the shoulder as he slipped by. “That’s for good luck, Hale. I’ll see you out there?”

Derek was still wide-eyes and speechless when he turned around. Still grinning, Stiles offered him a wink and salute, before all but stumbling toward the door.

He could feel Derek staring after him. But the boy didn’t say another word.

Stiles had never seen himself the one to break Derek Hale.

Derek stayed after the brown-haired, amber-eyed boy in silence, his thoughts moving slowly. For a moment, he felt dazed. Then winded. Like he’d already played the game, won, and had maybe been declared MVP or something.

But then Stiles was gone, Derek was left in the silence, and he finally snapped out of his trance.

A trance, yeah. That’s what he could call it.

Because he had just kissed Stiles. He had just kissed Stiles Stilinski.

Derek blinked, then reached up, touching his lips. And fuck, Stiles had tasted like cinnamon and spices. And somehow, it had all been better than Derek might have ever always wondered.

He had just kissed Stiles.

“Oh,” Derek said, as the sound of the scoreboard buzzer went off outside the locker room again. Game— starting— right.

Oh.

Fucking Stiles Stilinski.

Oh gosh, so I've never actually written a Sterek High School fic, so I apologize if it's a bit rough around the edges. I couldn’t figure out to work the jumper part in, but I hope crop-tops were a okay substitute @wolfile! Thank you so much for the prompt <3

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stereksecretsanta · 3 years ago

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Merry Christmas, talkingflowerlei!

For @talkingflowerlei. Hopefully this is something that ticks all of your boxes and that you'll enjoy. Happy holidays!

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make your wish come true

Erica Reyes

Erica couldn’t hide her excitement as she lowered herself behind the driver seat, heart beating slightly faster than normal - even for a werewolf.

Stiles was calm at her side, not a hint of worry in his scent, just plenty of excitement. “You ready?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath.

Things had greatly improved for Erica, after she had taken the bite. Her epilepsy, which had plagued her for over sixteen years of her life was finally forgotten (barring a brief reappearing stint caused by the kanima venom), and she could finally live the life she had always dreamed of: the life of a normal and healthy teenage girl.

Continue on AO3

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 1 year ago

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A Pauper's Prince (Revised)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51585526 by Welsh_Woman Thrown together by duty and honor, Stiles Stilinski of Beacon and Derek Hale of Triskia must not only navigate the trials of marriage, but also secrets from their past that seek to destroy them, the labyrinthine social life that tries to separate them, as well as pains that come from those that they believed in their corner. If they're lucky, they may just make it out of all of this alive. If they're really lucky, they may just find a love that will overcome all. Words: 11441, Chapters: 4/28, Language: English Series: Part 1 of A Solemn Vow Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Talia Hale, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Alicia Boyd, Original Hale Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Gerard Argent, Kate Argent (mentioned), Chris Argent (mentioned), Isaac Lahey (brief) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except Kate, Kate's a Bitch, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family are Full Shift Werewolves (Teen Wolf), Fluff and Angst, Misunderstandings, Stiles and Derek Talk But They Don't LISTEN, Mutual Pining, Political Alliances, Speciesism read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51585526

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago

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The Witch and the Wolf Pt.20

Word Count: 1,885

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Harris (mentioned), Jackson Whittemore (brief), Matt (brief), Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

A/N: -----

Masterlist Series Masterlist

“(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N),” Isaac poked at your arm, following next to you at school, as you became irritated.

You let out a sharp exhale, grabbing his finger and bending it backward.

“Shit! Ow, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed.

You bent it a little more before letting go.

“What the hell was that for?!” he exclaimed, holding his finger.

“Why did you keep poking me?! If someone doesn't answer the first time, they want you to leave them alone!” you exclaimed.

“Fine. Sorry. Will you just tell me who the kanima is?” he begged.

“I already told you no,” you shook your head, continuing to walk to class.

“(Y/N), please,” he asked.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?!”

“Shut up. No,” you rolled your eyes.

“What do I have to do to get you to tell me?” he asked.

“Nothing, because the second I tell you, you’re gonna go tell Derek,” you glared at him.

“Well…” he started.

You paused, turning to face him before raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms. You heard him whine before he sighed.

“Go to class, Isaac,” you sighed.

“Fine. Oh, and by the way, guess what I got on my chemistry test?” he smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“A 92!” he exclaimed.

“That's great! Good job!” you laughed softly, high-fiving him.

“That deserves a reward, right?!” he said.

“Yeah…” you started.

“Like telling me who the kanima is?!”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, pushing his head as you walked away.

---

You and Allison stood in the library, together next to the bookshelf while Scott and Stiles stood on the other side.

“And now we have to stay 50 feet away from Jackson!” Stiles groaned, complaining to you.

“You guys kidnapped him. What did you think was gonna happen?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we were under the impression that you were on your way to help us,” Scott crossed his arms.

“I know, I’m sorry. Something happened and got in the way,” you apologized, giving Scott a nervous smile.

“It’s fine,” he sighed.

“Okay, but what are we gonna do about Jackson?” Allison asked.

“Lydia translated the bestiary right?” Scott asked.

She nodded, pulling out her tablet and sliding it to Scott and Stiles through the shelf.

“Stiles was right about everything,” Scott sighed, reading the tablet.

“Mainly. The kanima is like a werewolf, but they can’t turn into one until,” Allison started.

“Until they basically sort out their past troubles,” you finished.

“Yeah,” Allison smiled at you. You had a small smile on your face before leaning onto Allison’s arm.

“Hey, were you at my house Friday? I coulda sworn I saw you,” Allison asked.

“Yeah, your dad needed help with something. I’m going to be around your house more often now, at least until Gerard leaves or dies,” you explained.

Stiles stuck his head through the bookshelf, looking at you.

“So that’s why you didn't show up when we called you?” he asked.

You pushed his head back, before nodding your head.

“Mainly, sorry,” you sighed.

“Whatever. Let’s just try to ask Lydia about Jackson’s dad,” Stiles said.

“What makes you think she knows?”, you asked.

“Well, they dated for a long time,” Stiles replied.

“Oh, I know, but what makes you think she’ll tell you?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I don't know, but I’ll have to figure it out,” Stiles sighed.

“Jackson doesn't have a restraining order against me. I’ll go ask him myself,” Allison said.

You tensed slightly, before turning to her.

“Jackson might… I’ll go with you?” you asked.

Allison nodded while putting her arm around your shoulder.

“Stiles, try not to bug Lydia too much,” you sighed.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Scott exclaimed.

The three of you glared at him, giving the same response.

“Take your damn Chemistry exam.”

---

“Are you mad at us?” Scott asked you, as you walked beside him.

You clenched your fist, gripping your backpack tightly as the group of you walked into the library.

“No, why would I be mad? I mean, I went almost my entire high school career without getting detention and you dipshits ruined it, but I’m not mad,” you said sarcastically.

You, Scott, Jackson, Stiles, Matt, Erica, Allison, and Isaac had all gotten detention, trying to hold Scott back from killing Jackson.

You, Isaac, and Erica sat at a table, while Scott and Stiles sat at another one. You could hear Jackson complaining about maintaining 50 feet from Scott and Stiles while he, Matt, and Allison were sitting together at another table.

“It’s Jackson,” Erica smirked, putting her hand out to Isaac.

He rolled his eyes, handing her a 20 dollar bill.

“You guys bet on it?” you laughed.

“Well, I thought it was Matt,” Isaac shrugged.

“You know, you and Stiles both have such a big problem with him. He, in no way, looks evil. Like at all,” the three of you looked across the room at Matt, who was currently eating some chips. He offered some to Jackson, who slapped his hand away.

“Okay then,” you turned away.

“I’ll text Derek when we get out of school, okay?” Isaac said.

“I don’t understand why you have to tell him,” you sighed.

“Because he’s my alpha, (Y/N).”

“He’s just gonna kill Jackson,” you scoffed.

“Why are you against killing monsters? Aren't you like a hunter or something?” Erica rolled her eyes.

“You’re a monster, we’re all fucking monsters. I don’t believe in killing or hurting innocent supernaturals,” you explained.

“Jackson isn’t innocent. He’s killed so many people, and he’s gonna kill more,” Erica spat.

“Not intentionally. If he had the right help, we could stop it,” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair.

“So you’re like the good one in the relationship?” Erica asked.

You raised an eyebrow, before seeing Isaac shake his head.

“(Y/N)’s also a dick. She just doesn’t show it as much as Derek does,” Isaac said.

You scoffed, shoving him slightly before he rested his elbow on the table.

“You know, he really misses you,” Isaac said softly.

You looked down, away from everyone as you took a deep breath, feeling your chest ache slightly.

“Okay then, Isaac, get your chem textbook out,” you said, turning to him.

“Now?! But, I just took my test! And I did good!” he complained.

“So? Harris is a royal dick. Now….” your sentence drifted off, as you noticed Jackson squeeze his head, scrunching his eyes in pain.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, looking at him concerned.

“I just need to get some water,” he stood up, running out as Harris ran after him.

Within three seconds, Scott and Stiles ran to your table, both surrounding Erica.

“Erica knows how Jackson's parents died,” Stiles exclaimed.

You raised an eyebrow, before Erica opened her laptop, searching for the report.

---

After she showed the report to you, Stiles, and Scott, the intercom went off, and Scott was called to the Principal’s office, which couldn't be good news. The rest of you were reshelving books before you could leave.

You put your arm around Erica’s shoulder, grinning widely.

“You have a crush on Stiles,” you teased.

“What?” she asked.

“You like Stiles!” you whispered, only loud enough for her and Isaac to hear.

“What? Eww, no I don’t,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god! I can see it! Yes, Erica and Stiles, we need a ship name, stat. Isaac?” you turned to him.

He laughed, looking at you before Erica glared at him.

“Yeah, nevermind,” he shook his head.

“Boring. You two would be cute together,” you smiled cheekily.

“You’re so annoying,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god!” you tensed you hearing Stiles exclaim as the three of you ran to them, noticing a book laying on the floor.

You grabbed your knife, motioning for them to stay behind you as you walked slowly.

You saw Matt laying on the ground, his neck bleeding. You could hear a creaking noise from above you before you pulled Isaac down.

“Get down!” you yelled.

Stiles grabbed Allison and Erica, covering their faces.

You heard Jackson growl, sprinting on top of the bookshelves, knocking them down and breaking the lights on the roof.

“Erica!” Scott yelled.

Shit

You heard her growl, before screaming out in pain.

You ran to Jackson, pushing him down as he stood in front of a whiteboard. He wrapped his hand around your neck before you twisted it away.

“(Y/N)!” you paused, hearing Erica crying out in pain.

Jackson took advantage of the distraction, pushing away from you before running off.

Damn it

You ran to Erica, seeing Isaac by her side.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, turning her into her side while holding her.

“Do a spell or something!” Isaac yelled at you.

“I can't! I don't have my powers anymore!” you yelled, frustrated.

“What? Yes, you do!” he yelled.

“Isaac, you know I don’t!” you yelled, holding Erica tightly.

“I thought-” he started.

“Just shut up!” you groaned.

“What the hell happened?!” Stiles yelled as he and Scott ran to you.

“Jackson… I think we need to take her to the hospital,” you said.

“No, Derek,” Erica interrupted, strained.

“Erica, you need to go to the hospital,” you said softly.

“No, Derek…” she groaned.

“Okay, Stiles and Allison wait for the ambulance. We’ll take her to the hospital,” you said.

“No, we should take her to Derek,” Isaac said, looking at you.

You felt your heart race but pushed it aside. Even if you wanted to avoid him, Erica needed him.

“Fine, let’s go, now!” Scott took Erica from you, holding her tightly as the three of you ran out of the library.

---

You took a shaky breath, rubbing your arms harshly as you paced around the subway.

Derek walked out, looking at you.

“Is she okay?” you asked.

“She’s okay. Thank you,” he replied softly.

“I didn't do anything,” you shook your head.

“You bought her here, saved her life. Thank you,” Derek said.

You nodded softly, looking away from him.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he said softly.

“I have to go,” you turned away from him.

“(Y/N), please just talk to me,” he held your arm, holding you back.

“Go take care of your beta. I’ll see you around,” you pulled away from Derek, walking away.

---

“Why did you think I had my powers back?” you asked Isaac, as the two of you walked outside.

“After the… thing happened with Derek when you came here, your eyes were purple. I thought your powers were back,” he shrugged.

“What? They were?” you stopped, turning to him.

“Yeah. Thought you knew,” he said.

“Wait… maybe that means that I can get my powers back!” you exclaimed, laughing softly.

Isaac laughed, looking at you.

“Being human is so boring! Humans are boring,” you exclaimed.

“It really is. Come on, wanna go get some coffee?” Isaac asked.

“It’s 11 PM,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Like that’s ever stopped you before,” he scoffed.

“Alright, smartass. Let’s go,” you laughed, holding his hand as the two of you walked away.

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Bittersweet - DH. (Part 3).

Summary: Stiles needs to lay down the law with Derek now that he's dating Stiles' cousin.

Note: This is a continuation from the Bittersweet fic I did; a fun little pep talk from Stiles. Originally requested by _stellastyless on my wattpad.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs are blocked.

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Part 1 Part 2

"Okay clearly we need to set some ground rules." Stiles rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes in anguish, blaming the culprits in front of him. Derek and Stella were sat on the sofa and Stiles on the coffee table opposite them, very obviously exasperated.

Derek just growled and deepened his scowl from a regular 'I hate everyone around me' to 'if looks could kill, Stiles Stilinski would be first on my list and currently 10ft underground'.

"Hey, no growling at me wolfman." Stiles raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger accusingly at Derek when he heard the growl.

"I have every right to growl, you just hit me with a goddamn baseball bat!" Derek spat, the crimson of his Alpha power seeping into his eyes as his breathing got heavier.

"Derek, no, come on, just relax, it's only Stiles. Skinny, defenceless Stiles." Stella reached over and gripped Derek's forearm tightly, holding him in place in fear of her cousin becoming lunch.

At her touch, Derek fell back a little from his lurching position but didn't loose the eyebrows; still looking extremely unimpressed.

"Stiles, we've heard this talk before." Stella explained tiredly, not letting go of Derek's arm (you can never be too careful).

"No no, no, you've heard a talk before but not this one." Stiles fought.

"Yeah and understandably-" Derek huffed at that- "it was right after you found out about us, weeks ago." Stella explained.

~~~~ Back to that time, right after the pack had just walked in on Derek and Stella getting together.~~~~

"Peter!" Stella exclaimed, not yet ready for everyone to find out.

"What? Scott's the one that told me." Peter shrugged off nonchalantly.

"Scott!"

"Peter!" Scott and Stella screeched simultaneously. "I cannot believe this," Isaac began, contributing to the abundance of noise echoing around the loft, "it was you? You're the hook-up that Stella had? Oh my god, and that's the thing that made you so grumpy for days on end afterwards!" He finished, finally piecing the story together in his head.

"It took you that long to figure out?" Derek questioned, squinting his eyes at his beta in disbelief. Stella pinched his bicep in warning but Derek just winked down at her.

"Okay, we have so much to go over." Stiles announced, cutting through the noise of the loft.

"What's there to talk about, Derek finally got the pole out of his ass; he's happy, Stella's happy, no complaints?" Erica surmised, shrugging her shoulders and still blasting Careless Whisper.

"Lots to go over." Stiles reiterated through his teeth, making Erica roll her eyes and Boyd laugh softly at their reactions.

"Come on cookie, lets go somewhere else." Boyd tugged Erica back in the direction of the loft door and was about to leave with Isaac trailing behind them when Derek addressed them.

"Be back before 8pm, I don't want you roaming around the woods after that." They all nodded their heads and funnelled out, leaving Scott, Stiles, Peter, Stella and Derek in the room. Stella and Derek were still bunched up against each other, Peter had taken a seat on the couch, Stiles was stood still in the same position in shock and Scott had taken up random residence on the floor.

"So before Stiles can launch into his tirade of brotherly threats, I would just like to make sure that Stella is completely sane in the head to actually agree to be with Derek."

Derek growled over at his Uncle and tightened his hold around Stella; she just laughed and patted his chest. Peter smiled at the reaction he elicited and walked off to his bedroom, leaving Stiles to take his place on the couch and Scott to sit next to him.

"Okay so first of all, no sex." Stiles began, a deadly silence following his statement.

"I'm sorry?" Derek questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"No sex, I have a bat and I will use it, don't think I won't."

"Stiles-" Scott turned to face his best friend who was currently giving Derek and Stella evil scientist eyebrows-"they've already had sex. They hooked up, remember?"

"Ah-" Stiles held up a finger in silence-"No sex and I mean it!"

"Or when you do, just use protection and take the necessary steps." Scott whispered in their direction, making Stella hide a laugh and Derek stare at him like he was an idiot (not that it bothered Scott who just gave him a smug smile in response).

"Another thing, I don't want to see ANY pda. None, got it?" Stiles continued.

"Anything else, your majesty?" Stella jested.

"Well while you ask, no talking about your hook up, no talking about a future wedding, no gazing dreamily over each other, no Lady and the Tramp meatball feeding, nothing of any sexual nature in my presence and if you've, you know, done it on a surface that I am likely to sit on, I expect you to either cover it up with a blanket or clean it thoroughly." Stiles listed everything on his fingers.

Stella looked at Derek and blew out an apprehensive breath, then turned back to Stiles.

"Alright Stiles, because you're like my brother, I will agree to all of your ridiculous terms, but I want you to promise not to try getting between us just because you don't particularly like it. Derek and I are sensible and we know how a relationship works, can you at least trust me to make the call to end things if they need to be ended without you trying to do it for me?"

Stiles hesitated for a moment before slightly nodding his head to agree. Stella smiled and stepped forward out of Derek's arm to give her cousin a hug. Stiles embraced her and smiled to himself, happy that she was happy, before stepping away from the hug and facing Scott (who was like an adorable puppy watching this all go down).

Scott stood up, taking that as his cue to leave with Stiles, and Derek pulled Stella back to him by two hands on either side of her waist.

Stiles was about to exit the loft when he turned back around to face the couple and lifted a finger in their direction, "I'm watching you two, don't think I won't find out if something happens."

"Go away Stiles." Derek sighed. Scott shortly realised that Stiles wasn't behind him and all Stella saw was a hand grab onto Stiles' arm and yank him out the door, which slid shut after he'd gone.

"Well that was certainly something." Stella turned to face Derek and flung her arms around his neck, loosely leaning into him.

"Have I ever told you that I dislike Stiles immensely?" Derek asked rhetorically, consequently flinging his arms around Stella's back.

"Oh don't you worry, that is a glaringly obvious reality."

Derek chuckled and pulled Stella flush to him, leaning down and giving her a sweet kiss, a promise of more to come.

~~~~Back to present time, a few minutes before Stiles walks in and finds them.~~~~

"Derek!" Stella squealed, trying to worm away from his torturous hands. Apparently Stella had somehow declared an all out tickle fight with the werewolf by simply grabbing his sides when she walked past him to collect up her things from the loft where she'd stayed the night before.

"Say it and I'll stop, that's all you gotta do baby." Derek said, far too smug for his own good.

She wiggled her way further up the bed, head nearing the edge as she laughed; stomach cramping from the onslaught of Derek's fingers running up and down her sides.

"Okay okay!" She relinquished, making Derek pause his movements so she had a moment to catch her breath and give into his demands. "Derek Hale is the most Alpha werewolf of all the Alpha werewolves that have ever lived."

"And?" He prompted, leaning closer as if he didn't have heightened hearing anyway.

"And he's the best and I love him the most."

Derek finally took his hands away and wrapped them around Stella instead, weighing her down with his own bodyweight and squirming his head into her neck.

"That's much better Stell, I approve."

"Come on, get off me you great lummox." Stella tried pushing his shoulders but he obviously didn't budge. Stupid werewolf strength.

"Nope, I'm good here."

"Derekkk, I'll kiss you if you get off me?" Stella bartered; coincidentally peaking Derek's interest as he rose up and smiled down at her, resting his head on his palm.

"Well come on then, I don't have all day."

Stella pushed at his shoulders again, only this time Derek let himself be turned over onto his back as Stella clambered on top of him and connected their lips, turning her head to the right angle and letting out a surprised squeak when she felt one of Derek's big hands grasp the top of her thigh tightly.

She weaved one of her hands through his hair and pulled, causing him to groan against her lips and roll them over so that he was on top and controlling the kiss. They don't know how long they kissed for, all Stella knew was one moment things were getting rather steamy in all the right ways and the next she heard a battle cry and Derek was up and off the bed, tackling someone to the ground and snarling at them.

"Stella!" A panicked voice rung out. Stella knew that voice, she knew that voice very well. Oh dear god, she thought.

She raised herself off of the bed and peaked over the end to confirm her suspicions, lowering her head in dismay when she found she was right. Lying there like a flattened pancake with a very angry Derek holding him down was Stiles, clutching a snapped in half baseball bat in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked him incredulously, standing up from the bed and pulling at Derek's incredibly wall like stature to try and get him to release her cousin.

"Uh you weren't answering your phone and you weren't in your room, I thought you'd been kidnapped or something so I came here to check that you hadn't been captured by the sourwolf against your will." Stiles explained, standing and brushing himself off when Derek released him; he dropped the remainder of the baseball bat in the bin and then equalled Stella's look with one of his own.

"With a baseball bat?"

"Hey, safety first, first aid last. Speaking of which, I think your little boyfriend here just cracked a few of my ribs; you're paying for my medical bill buddy." He complained, glaring pointedly at Derek's murderous face.

"You came in here uninvited, screamed while slamming your bat into my ribs and now you want a sympathy vote for a little bruising?"

"A little bruising? They're broken!" Stiles exclaimed, gesturing wildly to his side.

"They aren't broken, when I knew it was you I made sure to hit you hard enough that you would fall but not hard enough to break anything. I'm not an idiot, unlike you."

Stiles narrowed his eyes in insult and was about to rebuff him with a few non family friendly words but Stella got there before he could.

"Okay look, lets just go and sit on the couch." She suggested but left no room for questions because she pushed Stiles in first and then went back to face Derek, holding a hand out for him to take, which he eventually did and pecked the inside of her wrist where it was sensitive.

They followed Stiles in and sat next to each other, Derek absentmindedly placing a hand on Stella's thigh closest to him and slotting his fingers between her legs. He meant nothing by it, it was just a comfort thing for him.

Stiles gave them a look before starting.