#but stiles favourite rock is his first kiss rock

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I don’t know why I’m equating stiles to penguins and crows but stiles gives really pretty and super shiny rocks to his favourite people.

Maybe it stemmed from collecting rocks with his mother — “See, Stiles there are stars in the sea”— because they both loved looking at stars together so now they can carry stars around with them. (Stiles buried his best rock with his mother)

Stiles only clued into his feeling about Derek after the third time he had given him a rock.

The first time had been the day after Derek had killed Peter. Stiles knew what it was like to bury a family member. It took him nearly the whole day to find the perfect rock, or else he would have given it over sooner. Stiles awkwardly dropped it in his open palm stammering out broken sentences — “I like rocks- me and my mom - when she - it’s a good rock” — Derek looked very confused and frustrated. (He was thinking about the collection of rocks he had seen on stiles bookshelf when he was a fugitive.)

Stiles tried to defend his rock choice while also trying to explain why he gave it to Derek. It made for a very uncomfortable 4 minutes. Stiles gave up and just told Derek he could keep the rock or throw it away or fucking bury it with Peter. That he wouldn’t care what Derek did with the rock (lie). And with that he stormed away.

Unbeknownst to him, Derek heard the lie and kept the rock. He wasn’t going to at first, and had tried to just drop the rock but his hand wouldn’t uncurl from around the stone. Derek had generally understood that stiles had been trying to comfort him, and this rock was his confusing way of doing that.

He only truly understood after seeing the headstones that read Claudia Stilinski when going to deliver flowers to his families grave.

It was the first piece of kindness he had received since Laura died. So he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it.

—————

The second time stiles had brought Derek a rock was a week after holding Derek up in the swimming pool. Stiles had tried going down to the lake the day after swimming pool but couldn’t bring himself close to the edge. He had cried for hours after, scared that he’d never be able to get back in the water again. He wouldn’t be able to look for rocks and pretend his mother was still with him. Pretend that she was the one sending him the stars in the “sea”.

So after a week of going back to the lake and trying, he had succeeded in getting about knees deep. While celebrating Stiles stepped on a rock. Well two rocks. He had finished them out of the lake after he was done cursing. Loving how cool the rocks looked he went to make his way home. he had planned on giving the second less shiner rock to Scott so they could match. But he saw Derek on his way home and felt compelled to give it to him instead.

Still wet from the lake stiles walked up to Derek and asked him to hold out his palm. There was far less hesitance, glaring, and arguing than the first time stiles had demanded that.

Without even realizing it, Stiles had given Derek the rock he was going to keep. He was going to ask for it back and switch out the rocks but the look on Derek’s face stopped him. He looked more open and relaxed than stiles had even seen him, more vulnerable. There was a look of wonder in Derek eyes, as he fiddled with the stone.

Stiles no longer cared that about having the less shiny stone. In fact he was completely okay with not having it. When Derek realized stiles was staring with his mouth totally not open, he went right back to a closed expression. Words immediately begin spilling out of stiles mouth, without his permission.

—“ I couldn’t get in the water, after… - the lake, it’s … It’s a good rock, super shiny and it’s got a smooth texture. It’s kinda red like your eyes.” —

He even flipped his own hand and showed Derek his rock. “We’re matching, kinda. Well we were the only two in the water that night” He trailed off again before reiterating that Derek could just throw out the rock but Derek thanks him in the middle.

Derek walks him out of the preserve towards his car and reminded Stiles to be careful as there was still a kanima and argents on the lose.

——

The third time Stiles give Derek a rock is the night of his kidnapping. And technically Erica and Boyd’s. It was also the night he fully joined the hale pack, by protecting Boyd and Erica from hunters. The night he thought he was going to die.

Instead of leaving Erica and Boyd tied up, the hunter dragged them to the woods. They were planning on having a proper hunt. It was only by sheer luck that the three of them got away. Well that and the fact that the hunter were stupid enough to underestimate very desperate and pissed off Stiles. The fact that he had grown up in beacon hills and the hunter hadn’t was an added bonus.

During the fight stiles had tripped and and caught a stone in his hand. He was still holding it when he slammed his jeep through a wall. He only gave it to Derek after everyone else passed out for the night.

Stiles was sitting on a very uncomfortable chair in the train deport. However, that wasn’t enough to stop him from getting lost in his head. Vaguely watching as the rest of the pack slept in a pile. Stiles only came back to himself after Derek sat down beside him. The warmth of the werewolf’s arm around his shoulder allowed him to release the tension his body.

Stiles curled into Derek as sobs shook his body, not caring at pretending to be okay at the current moment. Derek only held him tighter, nearly pulling stiles into his lap.

When stiles had calmed down he grabbed one of Derek’s hand and gave him the rock. He heard a hum of confusion, one that prompted a sudden laugher.

“I thought I was going to die tonight.”

At his confession, Derek went still. Stiles stumbled through explaining what had happened that night. Derek just held him through it. He felt a little insecure when he finished. Over both the story and the ugly rock.

Derek just dropped his face into the crook of stiles neck and breathed out a thank you and that was that.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Stiles didn’t feel need to move. Moreover he didn’t want to. Which was a revelation in of itself. He would pay more attention to the maybe crush in morning, for now he was safe to sleep.

A few weeks later after everything calmed down and the pack is having a movie night, he give a rock to each member if the pack. Derek leaves the room for a second before returning. Later on that evening he goes to grab his sweater from Dereks room. He sees his three little rocks, now four. He absolutely falls in love with Derek in that moment. He didn’t know that Derek kept any of this rocks, but seeing the proof made him really happy.

Lydia makes a joke about stiles being a penguin. Stiles squawked in offense, of both himself and penguins. Claiming that giving rocks as a way of courting someone is perfectly valid. But that he wasn’t a penguin so it doesn’t count. She just gives him a knowing look.

This is what finally clues Derek in. His wolf already knew and was laughing at him.

Derek had wanted to give stiles back a rock when he confessed to him or on their first date or something romantic. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. Instead it happened after an exhausting fight with a troll. Stiles had stormed up to Derek about to lay into him for his self sacrificing tendencies. Derek thought stiles still looked like the most beautiful thing he had even seen. Even covered in gore.

So he plucked one of stiles waving hands out of the air and gave him the stone that had been in his pocket for far to long.

Like a switch of their roles, Stiles stared at the rock in quiet awe for a minute, while Derek stood insecure. Stiles let out a small giggle, quite happily whispered “he got me a rock, you got me a rock!!” And preceded to haul Derek by the shirt and kiss him.

Stiles goes around excitedly telling everyone that derek gave him a rock. He also used it in an argument with dad over their relationship.

They exchanged rocks and well as rings in their wedding. One of their wedding cake toppers were penguins.

Now that I’ve finished writing this all out I’m realizing that this could also be a creature stiles au.

[theparanormalperiodical]

The REAL Story Behind The Crooked Man And The 7 Other Fairy Tales & Nursery Rhymes With *Even More* Disturbing Backstories

It was 4 years ago that we first met the Crooked Man.

With a *sickening* reveal via rottweiler fit for the latest season of Rupaul’s Drag Race, the suited gentleman staggered his way from The Conjuring 2 (2016) into our nightmares.

But his ashy undertones, gnashing teeth, and general aura of “I’m a demon, or something, which means I have no real motive apart from wanting to kill you” isn’t the only thing that fits the film far too well.

The Conjuring universe is the definition of ‘based on a true story’. And the Crooked Man fits the brief.

In the opening scenes of the film we see lovable and bulliable Billy stutter through a nursery rhyme:

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all liv'd together in a little crooked house.

Accompanied by a totally-cursed-i-mean-just-look-at-it zoetrope (it’s a bit like a mini projector that shows you a moving cartoon), Billy introduces us to one of the handful of extra entities terrorising London’s most haunted house. You can discover more about the true story of 284 Green Street which inspired The Conjuring 2 here. 

But Billy also introduces us to a real nursery rhyme inherent in British culture - and British history.

Yes, the nursery rhyme, like many, is based on dark and twisted reality softened for a bedtime story. And amongst this history was a real person. Unfortunately, the Crooked Man is not the only fairy tale monster or nursery rhyme entity that will be haunting your dreams.

Are y’all tucked in?

The Crooked Man

The nursery rhyme was first told sometime in the 17th century during the reign of King Charles I. But the Crooked Man was not the Stuart King - it was allegedly inspired by Scottish general Sir Alexander Leslie and the covenant he signed.

The covenant secured religious and political freedom for Scotland despite prevailing animosity between the English and the Scottish.

The crooked stile is the awkward alliance between the two parliaments and the crooked house refers to the collective union the Scottish and English lived together in. But the ‘crooked’ part works on another level, too.

The great recoinage of late 17th century meant sixpences - which feature in the rhyme - were made of very thin silver and thus easy to bend.

An alternative origins story links it back to Lavenham, a village in Suffolk (England). The half-timbered houses leaned at off angles as if supporting each other, creating a crooked aesthetic that matches the nursery rhyme.

The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

I distinctly remember hearing the story of the Pied Piper when I was about 7 years old. I was there, sat crossed-legged on the wooden floor in assembly and listening to the headteacher tell us the tale of the musical maverick with an overhead projector.

I remember it being far more nostalgic and not so traumatising.

The story goes that sometime in the 13th century a peculiar man dressed in brightly-coloured clothes (pied clothing) was hired by the town to rid them of the rats with his pipe-playing abilities. Hamelin had been suffering from an infestation that would threaten the locals with the plague. The piper was to play his pipe, entice the rats with his magical music, and lead them to a river where they would promptly drown.

He was hired and he did the job - but they didn’t pay up.

The piper couldn’t exactly refund his services. Instead, he sought vengeance, luring away the children of the town with his magical pipe. He waited until Saint John and Paul’s day where the adults would be in the church, dressed in green like a hunter, and played his pipe. The children of the village swarmed to him, all 130 of them, following him out of the town and into a cave. Three were unable to follow due to being blind and deaf and thus told the villagers what had happened.

The real story:

Some versions of the story claimed he made them walk into a river, others claim he returned them after payment. But what we do know for sure is that there is a street in Hamelin called Bungelosenstrasse. On this street - ‘the street without drums’ according to translation - the children were seen last. No music and no dancing is allowed on this road.

Bluebeard

We open on a typical Medieval scene: a powerful and wealthy man is looking for a young wife to replace the last one who mysteriously went missing. Bluebeard’s been through quite a few women, actually, but it’s his latest bae that stars in this story. Bluebeard marries his neighbour’s daughter and goes on a business trip.

He tells her he can stay alone in their house but she cannot open a certain door.

Of course, she opens the door and finds the corpses of his ex-wives. Her and her sisters band together to kill Bluebeard, showering themselves with a wealthy inheritance.

The real story:

This tragic tale of murder and mystery is unfortunately all too true.

There are many alleged origins of the folktale. Let’s start with the Medieval ruler of Brittany, Conomor the Cursed: his new wife agreed to marry him to prevent him from invading her father’s lands but accidentally walked in on a room full of his dead, old wives. She was visited by their ghosts who warn him if she falls pregnant, he will kill her, preventing a prophecy that claims he will be killed by his own son.

She gets knocked up, gives birth, and then she gets her block knocked off.

An alternative inspiration could be a similarly brutal figure: Gilles de Rais (15th century). He was accused of murdering approximately 140 children who suddenly went missing in the Nantes countryside. He was condemned to death and executed in 1440.

Snow White

It’s one of the most popular fairytales of all time.

The story goes that a queen gives birth to a baby girl but dies in childbirth. The king’s new wife is wicked and vain, asking her magic mirror ‘who is the fairest one of all?’ on a daily basis. When the child turns seven, the mirror changes its answer from the queen to the child, Snow White (yeah, that’s weird). The queen hires a huntsman to kill Snow White, but she begs for mercy and says she will live in the woods and he can pretend he killed her.

She finds shelter in a cottage belonging to seven dwarfs who agree to let her stay as a maid until the evil queen asks the mirror her favourite question. It claims Snow White is still alive and the fairest of them all. She goes through several methods of attempting to kill Snow until she falls into a deep coma. The dwarfs host a funeral, a prince comes along, and he, uhhh, kisses what he assumed to be a corpse and she is awakened.

They then get hitched but don’t invite the queen to the wedding. The queen asks the mirror yet again the identity of the fairest, assuming Snow is well and truly deceased but the mirror breaks the bad news to her again. The queen tries to kill her once more but Snow’s hubby forces her to wear red-hot iron slippers and dance in them until she dies.

There’s a lot going on here.

But rather than unpacking everything that's wrong with all of this *gestures to everything*, let’s just get to the dark reality beneath it all.

The real story:

The inspiration is generally deemed to be Margaretha von Walbeck, a young woman who had a terrible relationship with her stepmother. She was forced to move to Brussels and fell in love with Phillip II of Spain, a romance not popular with her parents.

Suddenly, however, Margaretha died. Rumour has it she was poisoned.

Another detail of her life also links her to Snow White: her father’s copper mines were often filled with child labourers whose growth was stunted by working in them, mirroring the ‘dwarves’ in the story.

But Margaretha is not the only contender: Maria Sophia Margaretha Catharina Freifräulein von Erthal *inhale* also hated her stepmother. This - and the fact that her stepmother was given a mirror as a gift by her husband - also ties her to Snow White.

Hansel And Gretel

It’s possibly the most simple fairy tale up for discussion: a brother and sister are sent out to the woods by their father. The mother asked for him to send them away so they can survive a famine. But Hansel uses stones to trace their steps back home. One day, however, he uses crumbs. They get eaten by the local wildlife, so the kids get lost.

They then discover a witch's house, a gingerbread cottage. She lures ‘em in, fattens up Hansel, and prepares to feast on his flesh. The kids plot against her, throw her in the oven, and steal her stuff before heading back to live with their father.

Okay, so maybe this one isn’t based on a true story. It’s based on true stories. Yep - plural.

The real story:

Child abandonment and infanticide was pretty common during plagues, famines, and all other circumstances of poverty. In fact, this particular tale is believed to come from the Great Famine which stretched across Europe from 1315 to 1317. Child abandonment surged during this time.

Rapunzel

Turns out Disney lopped off a lot of Rapunzel’s real story to make it a family friendly movie. Yep, this is a weird one.

A pregnant woman begins to crave a kind of salad leaf (Campanula rapunculus, also called rapunzel) in the garden of the house next door. He goes out to nick it but is caught by the homeowner - a witch. She says he can take the rapunzel, but in return he must give her the child once it is born.

The witch raises Rapunzel as her own but locks her away in a tower when she is 12 to protect her from the outside world.

A prince eventually rocks up and decides to climb her immensely long hair. Unknown, probably PG-13 and probably not consensual acts happen. Still, given it's the medieval era they agree to get hitched after escaping.

The witch discovers her plan, cuts off her hair, exiles Rapunzel, and uses the locks as bait for the prince before throwing him to the briar roses below where he is promptly blinded. Rapunzel gives birth to twins and the prince finds her, identifying her only by her voice. Her tears restore his voice.

The real story:

Being kidnapped or being kept hidden away from the rest of the world is pretty common, well, all of the time. But Saint Barabara, a Greek saint, was the main inspiration for the tale.

She was locked away in a tower in Turkey in the third century by her father in an attempt to protect her Christianity. But her Pagan father’s efforts did not succeed and she discovered the ways of Jesus. She escaped but she was eventually caught by her father who then tortured and beheaded her.

Religious intolerance, y’all.

Beauty And The Beast

Time for another Disney classic with a heavily edited plotline.

The father of a family seeks shelter in a grand palace during a storm. In the morning before he leaves he takes a rose from the garden but is caught by a beast who threatens to kill him for nicking a flower. But the beast agrees not to kill him if his daughter takes his place instead.

The daughter moves to the palace but asks to go see her family for a week. She is then convinced by her sisters to stay at home. A magic mirror then reveals the beast is dying because she isn’t with him. She returns to him and her love breaks the curse that makes him appear so monstrous.

The real story:

Petrus Gonsalvus (1637-1618) was born with hypertrichosis. This meant he had a thick layer of hair all over his body - his physical difference didn’t go down very well. He was kept as a ‘wild man’ in a cage and fed raw meat.

When he was 10 years old he was gifted to the king of france. But he wasn’t kept as a ‘beast’. He was educated like a nobleman and was taught to read, write, and speak three different languages. He was then married off to the daughter of a court servant.

He was married to her for over 40 years and they had seven children together.

(Aww.)

Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run, They all ran after the farmer’s wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice?

The real story:

It's one of those nursery rhymes you grow up with - and 17 years later you realise how traumatic it actually is.

This nursery rhyme can be traced back to the reign of Bloody Mary (16th century) who had a tricky relationship with Protestants. And by that I mean she burnt them alive, hence the nickname.

The three blind mice represented three Protestant bishops who may have been blinded before their execution or spiritually blind for following Catholicism. Another reference to Queen Mary was her as a farmer’s wife.

Her husband, Philip of Spain, owned several estates and thus was technically a farmer.

Welp, there goes your childhood.

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Merry Christmas, tabbytabbytabby!

For @tabbytabbytabby, who wanted alive Hale pack and anything alternative universe. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!! I decided to go with a rock band AU because let's face it, they're all stupid hot and would look so good doing it. My headcanon for alive Laura Hale is the incomparable Katie McGrath if you want a visual. Those eyes, man. They make my little bisexual heart very happy.

Also everyone here is somewhere in the Kinsey Scale :)))) There will be smut and idiocy. Idiots in love has become one of my favourite tags!

The underage occurs when Derek and Stiles are in high school. Derek is a senior and Stiles is a sophomore.

Band line up is as follows:

Laura - lead vocals Derek - lead guitar Boyd - bass Erica - acoustic guitar and backing vocals Isaac - keyboard and backing vocals Cora - drums and backing vocals

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*****

Edge Of Seventeen

Chapter 1 - Say What Now?

‘Do you want to?’

It took Stiles a few moments to focus on the words, electricity buzzing under his skin and his mouth bruised and still wet with Derek’s spit. Two warm broad hands settled either side of his face and gently redirected his attention. In the dark of the Camaro’s back seat, Derek’s pale eyes glittered.

‘We can.’ His voice was low and rough, his breathing out of kilter. ‘If you want to.’

Stiles looked at him, his heart racing a thousand miles a minute.

I want to.’ he said and fell into another kiss.

The alarm woke Stiles with a start. He swore and leaned over to slide a finger across the screen and turn it off. He’d forgotten when he’d arrived the night before, still a little jet lagged and not quite with everything when he’d collapsed into bed and been asleep in what was probably a record time.

He lay still, looking up at the ceiling and getting his breath back. He hadn’t had a dream about Derek Hale in a very long time and he was chalking it up to being back in his childhood bed. Independence Day had been the one holiday he’d won in the field office lottery, and so Stiles had packed up and gone home for the long weekend, four blissful days off. He’d known going into the FBI would be hard, but he’d had no idea just how hard it would be. Noah was delighted. The last time they’d seen each other had been Christmas and Stiles had been morose after yet another break up. He’d spent an afternoon wandering around the preserve, ending up staring at the Hale house, still closed up and looking a little worse for wear, with nary a Hale in sight.

This time it was summer, the heat already making his room uncomfortable. Stiles grimaced and plucked his damp t-shirt away from his skin, sitting up and dragging a hand over his face as he tried to wake up properly, manfully ignoring his dream-induced erection that made him feel like he was a teenager all over again.

‘Stiles?’ Noah yelled from downstairs. ‘You up, kiddo?’

‘I’m twenty-six, Dad,’ Stiles muttered, standing up and stretching. ‘Not a kid anymore.’

He was feeling it too, the crashing realisation that those carefree days were far behind him. He had a job and an apartment in Sacramento, cacti that he had managed not to kill. All the cool stuff. It wasn’t hard to feel like something was missing but Stiles would never admit that the string of failed relationships he had accumulated were anything to do with what Lydia referred to as ‘the one who got away’.

Noah was in the kitchen as he predicted, sleep rumpled and unshaven in sweat pants and an old BHPD t-shirt. He’d been taking it a bit easier, giving Parrish more and more responsibility. Stiles was pleased and Parrish was both smart and sensible, a combination that Lydia had found irresistible. Their senior year fling had evolved into a long term relationship until Lydia had come home to buy them a small clapboard Victorian near the preserve and commute to the research lab every day where she had her associate professorship. Parrish had presented her with a simple solitaire ring at Christmas and she was very happy.

‘Are you going to see Mom?’ he asked and Stiles nodded, grabbing the orange juice from the ridge and pouring himself a glass, sniffing hopefully at the eggs Noah was scrambling. He noticed Stiles’ meaningful look and grinned.

‘I thought I would go after breakfast,’ He beamed at his father when he was presented with a plate full of eggs and bacon.

‘It’s turkey before you get on your high horse,’ Noah told him. ‘Get your own coffee if you want some.’

‘Not yet.’ Stiles made space for him to sit down and they ate in comfortable silence. Once finished, he did get up to make two cups. Noah accepted his gratefully and smiled at his son, grey eyes twinkling.

‘So…,’ he started and Stiles held up a finger.

‘No,’ he said. ‘I don’t care who it is you want to set me up with, it’s not happening.’ His parents had a terrible habit of matchmaking.

Noah held up both hands in supplication.

‘Not setting you up,’ he protested. ‘Just thought I’d mention that when your mother went into the shop yesterday, she saw a ghost from the past. Several, actually.’

Stiles cursed internally. His dad knew he couldn’t resist a good mystery.

‘Okay, I’ll bite,’ he replied, starting to get up.

‘The Hales.’ Noah replied with all the smugness of a man who knew he had the scoop of the year.

‘Oh fuck.’ Stiles blurted and tripped over his chair.

-

It was the sneezing that woke Derek up.

‘Jesus fuck!’ Laura roared a floor below him. ‘How much fucking shit is in this place?’

‘Oh good, she’s awake.’ Cora muttered and turned over. They were in what had been the twins’ bedroom, each of them crammed into a single that was a little on the small side. The top storey of the house was still a burned out wreck and the furniture had been largely taken away over the years and so the pickings had been slim, with their merry threesome taking the scorched master bedroom and Laura camping out on the sagging couch downstairs. As Alpha, she always preferred to be on watch as it were.

‘This was such a bad idea.’ Derek borrowed deeper into his comforter. ‘We should have brought the bus.’

‘That would have given the game away.’ Laura replied, hearing them both perfectly even though she was now in the kitchen. ‘Which part of low profile are you two having trouble with?’

‘We could have always stayed in a hotel. Sleeping int the burned out remains of our family home is precisely the opposite of low profile. Lo.’ Derek pointed out, sitting up. There was no way he’d be going back to sleep. Not with his alpha on a mission.

‘Discretion is our watchword, Derek.’ Laura hissed and started banging pots and pans around with a maximum of noise. Derek looked over at Cora. Her dark eyes were just visible under the pillow she had over her head.

‘You’re her second.’ She bared her teeth at him. ‘You go deal with her.’

‘I hate you.’ Derek said flatly, rolling out of bed and onto his feet. He stumbled a little on the stairs, still half asleep. Laura had her head buried in a blackened cupboard when he got to the kitchen. It hadn’t been as badly affected as the rest of the house but it was still a health hazard as far as he was concerned.

‘Where the hell is the waffle iron?’ she demanded. ‘Mom said she left it here.’

‘Who the fuck knows?’ Derek yawned and went to the fridge. There was nothing inside except for a gallon of milk and the leftover Chinese take out from the night before. He sniffed a carton of lemon chicken, grabbing some disposable chopsticks from the small pile on the kitchen table, and started eating. Laura eyed him, one fang just visible.

‘We need proper food.’ She glared at the ceiling. ‘Everybody up! We’re going grocery shopping!’

‘Christ.’ Derek grumbled. ‘You think that’s low profile too?’

‘Shut up.’ Laura swept past him, nose in the air. ‘I’m the Alpha now.’

Derek sniggered and let her go, enjoying his leftovers while he listened to her rouse the threesome. There was a lot of complaining, and he couldn’t really blame them. Their schedule had been hectic, even for wolves, and they were all tired and the house wasn’t exactly welcoming. Laura’s plans to come home and reclaim their territory now she was an Alpha in her own right had seen them finish the final leg of their international tour in New York, a quick catch up with their pack and then flying down to Sacramento and driving the three hours to Beacon Hills all in twenty-four hours. They had barely had time to stop in at the small coffee shop near the Sheriff's station before coming out to the house, which had been shut up for the past ten years. Peter had intended to join them, but had been delayed in New York. As their manager, he was the one who took care of all the dealings with their record company. If it was left to him and Laura, they probably would have eaten every executive by now. He was worth every penny they paid him, even if the meeting had probably been manufactured as a way to get out of cleaning up the house.

-

Stiles pulled up at the cemetery, parking the Jeep behind the old truck that had parked off centre and across two spaces. Grinning, he got out and made his way through the iron gates, remembering Isaac Lahey, who’d been a couple of years above him at school. His father had been the groundskeeper before there had been an incident at their house and Coach Lahey had been found dead. He remembered Isaac being taken in by social services and a whole sordid story of child abuse and alcoholicism coming out. Isaac had stayed off school for a week and then simply vanished off the face of the earth. There had been a lot of theories as to where he’d gone, but the truth was he wasn’t the first person to do that in 2011.

Stiles got lost in thought as he meandered between the headstones, finally coming to a stop in front of one made of white marble and embossed with angels.

‘That’s new.’ he remarked. ‘Not sure about the daffodils.’

‘They’re so gaudy.’ The dark haired woman kneeling at the grave grinned over her shoulder at him, her eyes the same warm whiskey brown as her son’s. ‘I’m glad to see you made it out of bed. I was starting to think you’d spend the whole weekend hibernating.’

‘Funny.’ Stiles helped Claudia up and gave her a long hug. When she let him go, she stepped back and looked him up and down.

‘You look good.’ she said. ‘Dare I say, professional.’

‘Mom.’ Stiles settled his hands on her shoulders. ‘Dad said you saw the Hales yesterday.’

‘Oh.’ Claudia’s look of faux innocence was belied by the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. ‘Is that why you came to see me. No ‘I’ve missed you terribly Mother’, but ‘You saw the fucking Hales’.’

‘Mom.’ Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Did you see him?’

‘Who?’ Claudia crinkled her nose in amusement. ‘The boy you’ve been literally pining for, for almost a decade?’

‘I’m sure he’s not a boy anymore.’ Stiles snorted. ‘And yes. Stop playing dumb.’

‘I might have.’ Claudia tilted her head. ‘What’s it worth?’

‘A double chocolate muffin and all the lattes you can drink.’ Stiles replied and she cackled and linked her arm through his.

‘Done.’ she declared. ‘And you’re right. He’s definitely not a boy anymore.’

-

Derek leaned heavily on the cart, eyelids at half mast and his senses muted. The store was fairly empty, the early hour on a Saturday meaning that most shoppers were yet to make an appearance. Next to him Boyd yawned and shifted on his feet, hands sunk deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.

They’d been best friends a long time, playing basketball and baseball and getting into shit when they were teenagers and when things had turned bad and they’d had to leave, Boyd had been dogged in his refusal to cut ties and turned up at the pack house in New York a week after graduation with Erica in tow. They had walked right in and asked Talia for the bite and she’d given it gladly. Derek knew she was going to do it for Erica even before they had had to flee their territory and they’d settled in like they’d always been pack. Isaac had, of course, already joined them earlier and his delight at having them back had turned into a deep and abiding love that saw them forming their triad and becoming mates.

Erica was leaning on Isaac, her blond curls dragged into a messy ponytail and Cora was trailing Laura a few feet ahead. It always grated that she had inherited their mother’s early rising nature while the rest of them would have happily slept in and threw her weight around to get them out of bed when they most definitely didn’t want to. Even the fact that Derek was her twin didn’t let him get out of doing what she wanted.

‘Toilet paper.’ Laura turned and they all tried to avoid her eyes. ‘Derek. Take Boyd and grab some.’

‘But I’m minding the cart,’ he whined, clinging to it like a drowning man to a life preserver.

‘Go!’ Laura’s eyes flared red for just a second and Derek had to resist the urge to snarl back at her like he’d always used to. The whole alpha thing was new, the result of an overambitious alpha that had come into their territory planning to challenge Talia and ending up facing her daughter instead when they tried to take Cora with the intention of forcibly mating her and claiming rights. Talia had always taught them to solve their problems with diplomacy but Laura was headstrong and fiercely protective of her siblings, ever since Kate Argent had tried to use her to get close enough to kill them all. She’d almost succeeded too, that night of the party to celebrate the basketball teams’ victory for nationals providing the perfect distraction for them to be off their guard. Kate had struck in the early hours of the morning and she’d had them trapped, the beginnings of an arson that would have killed them all if Derek hadn’t come back and caught her. He’d ripped her throat out with his teeth, calling Deaton in a panic to come and break the circle of mountain ash that kept them trapped and they’d all watched their family home burn until the police and emergency services had arrived.

Talia had decided that it was too dangerous to stay, knowing the Argents would come for Derek, getting them all packed in a matter of twenty-four hours and away from what was left of their home. They’d gone to their father’s pack in New York State, leaving no sign of them behind. It was the way with wolves, always having a back-up in case something went wrong. The Argents were a large and powerful hunting clan and there would be retribution for the death of Gerard’s golden child, but when they came for the Hales they would find the place empty. Deaton stayed, both to protect the territory and report back to Talia about hunters coming in and not a month after it had happened, they had come. Thankfully the wards on the Hale land had kept the territory claim in place and the hunters had left with no satisfaction.

The rest had been a long and bloody fight between their respective Councils. Gerard had wanted Derek’s head for killing Kate and Talia had countered with the evidence that Kate had planned to kill a pack of law-abiding wolves along with their children. The matter had finally been settled when Gerard died of cancer and his granddaughter, by all accounts a level headed and honourable young woman about the same age as Derek, had taken over.

The music had started as a way to keep them all sane while this was happening, Talia more or less forcing them into music therapy as a way to deal with what had happened. It had been a bit of a shock to realise they were actually very good at it and they’d formed the band. Some minor success saw them moving steadily up the indie charts until it became their lives. Laura had named them Hale Pack 2.0 and Talia had laughed so hard when they’d told her that she’d shifted and clawed right through the cushion she was holding, feathers flying around them like a small snowstorm.

Derek hadn’t minded at first. The music was what he loved, the fame and money secondary. The Hales were already rich, but Peter had jumped at the chance to do something different and he drove their commercial success. They were in that comfortable zone of being middle of the road, not so successful enough that they were household names but it became hard in New York to go anywhere without being recognised.

Derek didn’t enjoy that part much. He was solitary and quietly sarcastic by nature, but unfortunately that just seemed to translate into brooding and mysterious in interviews and so he was plagued by a long line of would-be groupies that tagged along after him like a cloud of midges. Laura found it hilarious and basked in her own popularity. As an out lesbian, she had her choice of pretty girls to shack up with. Cora kept her asexuality to herself, just as surly as Derek was. The other three were not exactly open about their polyamorous arrangegment, but they didn’t hide it either. They were lucky, having found each other and being able to keep each other.

He often thought about that night, the one where the reason he’d been able to save his family was because he’d been in the back seat of his father’s illicitly borrowed Camaro with the boy he’d loved pretty much forever and indulging in a bit of mutual deflowering. Then he’d had to pack up and leave said boy without even saying goodbye or telling him where he was going. It had hurt more than he’d thought possible and if part of why Derek was so keen to come back to Beacon Hills was to try and track down that boy, then who was to know. The only people who knew what he’d been up to were Boyd (because Derek told him everything) and Laura (because she’d sat on him and tickled him until he’d confessed and then had to hold her while she cried, guilt and shame coming off her in waves). Derek hadn’t had the heart to complain when their very survival had been at stake because he’d killed Kate Argent, no matter whose fault it had been. Talia had said to make a clean break with the town and while she’d made allowances for their friends who were already in the know, that was as far as she was willing to push her luck.

Derek and Laura had finished out their schooling at home, Cora had gone to boarding school in South America with her Argentinian grandmother’s pack and the twins were still too young to be a problem so that was, as they said, that. Then had come college, followed by the band and the success and the travelling and before Derek knew it, it had been almost ten years and he was twenty-eight and still hung up on Stiles fucking Stilinski.

‘Hey.’ Boyd bumped him with his shoulder. ‘You alive in there?’

‘Not really.’ Derek surveyed the toilet paper and grabbed a couple of twenty-four packs. ‘Just thinking.’

‘Yeah.’ Boyd grinned, lighting up his usually serious face. ‘I can guess what about too.’

‘Not a goddamned word.’ Derek growled and then froze, his nose twitching madly.

It wasn’t exactly the same, a little deeper and a little thicker but he’d recognise that scent anywhere with his nose stuffed up and people throwing peppermint oil in his face. He shoved the toilet paper at Boyd and charged through the aisle, needing to find the source and skidding to a halt in the aisle with the candy and stared at the Sheriff, who looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. In fact, as it was he had cookies in his hands which he quickly put back.

‘Derek?’ He looked pleasantly surprised. ‘Claudia said she’d seen you.’ He came over and Derek couldn’t help taking in a deep breath. The scent of Stiles was all over the Sheriff and it made his heart start thumping like a drum.

‘Sheriff Stilinski.’ He took the offered hand and shook it, gleeful when he could smell a little bit of Stiles on his own skin. ‘Yeah, we’re back. Laura said she was going to stop by and talk to you about the house. She’s actually around here somewhere.’ He couldn’t stop smiling. ‘I’m glad you’re still here.’

‘Where else would we be?’ The Sheriff raised an eyebrow at him. ‘To be honest, we never thought you’d come back. Any of you. The last we heard, you mom and dad had skipped town and taken you all with them after the fire and then five years later, you and your sisters pop up playing gigs in New York with the Lahey kid, Vernon Boyd’s son and Erica Reyes and since you hit the big times, you’ve been entirely responsible for provisioning this town with 90% of its salacious gossip.’

‘How did you know that? I mean, New York.’ Derek was completely bemused. They had started out small, playing tiny venues, still wary of being recognised. It had only been in the last couple of years that they’d made it big enough to be known internationally.

‘I kept track.’ The Sheriff replied. ‘The fact that you all pretty much disappeared overnight hit this town like a slap in the face. I called in a lot of favours.’ There was something in his voice though that had Derek frowning. ‘I had my reasons, son.’

Derek was about to ask him what those were exactly when Laura came barreling down the aisle.

‘There you are.’ She came up short when she saw who he was talking to. ‘Sheriff Stilinski?’

‘The one and only.’ The Sheriff tipped an invisible hat at her. ‘It’s good to see you, Laura. Derek and I were just catching up.’

‘Well, I have to steal him. Excuse us.’ Laura gave him a toothy grin that was not her usual smile and Derek wondered just what was happening. She caught his arm and practically dragged him away.

‘What the hell?’ he protested, trying to wriggle out of her iron grip.

‘Hunters.’ she hissed and Derek’s blood ran cold.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked and she nodded, her face grim.

‘The others are doing the check out.’ she said. ‘We need to go.’

-

Stiles parked on the kerb and got out. Claudia already had the front door open and was looking down the street.

‘Visitor.’ she announced and went inside, leaving him to stand and wait for the car to stop. He bounced in excitement, barely waiting for the driver to get out before grabbing her and squeezing her hard enough to make her squeak.

‘Lydia, my strawberry blonde goddess.’ He kissed her cheek soundly. ‘I was wondering when you’d show up.’

‘Stiles.’ Lydia had softened since high school, growing into her intellect and losing the hard veneer of extreme fashion that had been her armour in high school. She was still elegant, but the tan leather boots she wore under her long floral skirt were flat and her face was less determinedly made up, her hair a mass of loose fronds that framed her face. She was also as beautiful as she had always been but Stiles loved her for more than that. They had grown close in junior year when Jackson had moved to the UK and she’d been left bereft. Scott had been dating Kira that year and he’d had little time for Stiles so they’d drifted together and never really drifted apart, in spite of their physical distance. Now Scott and Kira were engaged, with Scott working for Deaton full time and Kira teaching martial arts with their first baby on the way and Stiles felt even more like he was lagging behind. Lydia kept him tied to Beacon Hills as much as his parents did.

‘So what are you doing here?’ He escorted her to the house. Lydia went in first, saying hello to Claudia as they went into the kitchen.

‘I have some news you might want to hear.’ she said, her eyes dancing.

‘’If it’s that the Hales are back, I already know.’ Stiles was smug when she pouted. He so seldom got one over on her so it was fun when he did.

‘Sorry.’ Claudia grinned at Lydia. ‘That was my fault.’

‘Dammit.’ Lydia folded her arms. ‘Well that may be, but I bet you don’t know that they’re going to be playing the Jungle tonight.’

‘No, that I did not know.’ Stiles was immediately hooked. He’d always wanted to go watch them, ever since they’d first popped back up on his radar after years of radio silence, courtesy of a discarded music magazine in the field office. He’d fantasised about meeting Derek’s eyes across a crowded venue but he knew that in reality, Derek probably didn’t even remember the boy he fucked in the back of his sister’s car and probably also had his pick of beautiful people to spend his time with. It hadn’t stopped him from following the band’s progress almost obsessively though.

He’d been distraught when Derek had gone, trying to find any trace of him online, but there had been nothing at all in the years just after the fire. Noah had been cagey about what he’d known and Stiles had been at a loose end, trying to fill in the gaps. When he’d rediscovered them, Stiles had followed them on every form of social media he could and tracked down every article about them. Derek still didn’t have any online presence apart from that and the music videos his band put out. Stiles had jealously hoarded every single tiny piece of information and downloaded every picture and video of him, seeing how handsome Derek had become, growing into himself in a way Stiles envied. He’d jerked off many a night, watching the stylised black and white videos that the Hale Pack 2.0 preferred. Derek was always dressed in black jeans and tight white t-shirts, the sleeves of his trademark leather jacket pushed up to his elbows and his broad hands drawing Stiles’ gaze in as he played his guitar, all precision and power that had Stiles breath coming short at the thought of them on him.

‘Danny told me this morning. He’s practically beside himself at getting them on his books at such short notice.’ Lydia smirked, knowing she had his full attention. Danny had made a ton of money in apps and bought his old stomping ground. It had had a makeover and was now a very stylish LGBTQ+ venue that he ruled along with Jackson as his partner in business and life, once he’d had his gay crisis while he was gone. Stiles knew from the Hales’ publicity that Laura was a lesbian and he was pretty sure Isaac, Erica and Boyd were involved in something that looked pretty polyamorous but Derek and Cora were notoriously private and there was never any suggestion as to who they might be seeing. It seemed the kind of place they would be playing.

‘Okay.’ He moved to the coffee maker, preparing for a long sit down. ‘Tell me everything.’

TBC on AO3!

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Special Delivery 2

So a while ago I posted a fic prompted by @sirbeepsalot​ asking what I’d do if I met my crush in RL. Here’s the link  I wanted to carry it on, and here’s the next instalment. I take Fabio out on a walk in the English Lake District after we meet when he delivers pizza to my door. It’s pure fluff and total fantasy. Please note that here ‘I’ am considerably younger than in reality, and single. I also seem to have no realistic means of financial support, but hey, this is fantasy.

Word Count 3k plus (too much editing lol)

No warnings. Please note this is written entirely in British English, so here are translations for those across the Pond though I’m sure you already know them; flat/apartment, Autumn/Fall, boot/trunk wellingtons/galoshes or rubber boots, digs/accommodation (see flat) rucksack/backpack, motorway/freeway, crisps/chips, cords/corduroy pants. I hope it doesn’t spoil your enjoyment.

The location we go to is real, and somewhere I have photos of the slate towers I mention, which I will post if I find them. 

 Pairing - me myself and Fabio Zuno...

Chapter 2  A Walk on the Wild Side?

The day after I had met the devastatingly handsome Argentinian model Fabio Zuno – delivering pizza, of all things - he had unbelievably rung me back as promised and we had arranged to drive into the Lake District, as he wasn’t working. I had to keep pinching myself after he’d rung off. To settle the butterflies in my stomach I made a picnic lunch and got out my walking boots and waterproof coat, though it wasn’t due to rain. It was a sunny day, warm for late autumn, and it had been cool and still, so a little colour was left on the trees. It was strange to think that in Fabio’s home country of Argentina the weather was ramping up for summertime. I had chosen an easy hill to climb where we would get a good view over the fells and lakes.

I had to pick him up from his digs, as the scooter he’d used to deliver pizza the night before was in service and one of his workmates was using it. The door that lead to the flats just round the corner from the takeaway had several different bell pushes on it, but looking up from my car as I parked and got out, I saw him waving from a window on the second floor. He gestured that he was on his way down, and I waited nervously. He wore cords and sturdy looking boots,a long sleeved shirt and carried a padded jacket. He stepped close to touch my shoulder, kissing me on the cheek. I steeled myself not to swoon, and my face burned where his lips had touched it.

‘Hola, Lisa.’ he grinned. ‘We go for a drive, yes? I like to see your beautiful English countryside.’ I nodded, and pointed at his boots.

‘They look good for walking, but I’ve got some wellingtons if the path is muddy’ He looked puzzled, and I opened the boot of the car to show him ‘Rubber boots’ I explained.

‘Ah!’ he nodded ‘Te entiendo – I understand. How big are they?’ he gestured to his feet. Being tall, he must have large feet, I thought – and stopped my musings on size right there.

‘Oh, they belonged to my father – he was tall like you, so I’m sure they’ll fit’ I smiled. He nodded. He had a rucksack and put it next to the boots, and got into the car while I walked around to the driver’s side. I waited while he strapped himself in.

‘This is very good of you, Lisa.’ he said as I started the engine ‘but you must do something for me.’ My heart did a little jump and I wondered if I was safe to drive with him sitting next to me, and what he was about to ask. He smelled fantastic – the woodsy aroma I had detected the previous night when he stayed to help me eat the pizza he had delivered at the end of his shift.

‘Oh, what’s that? I asked, fiddling with the air conditioning.

‘My English – one of the reasons I came here was to make it better. You must correct me if I’m wrong, yes?’ I breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Of course. You might want to say ‘please.’ You know we English are very polite. So ‘Please can you correct my English.’’ I replied, and clutched the steering wheel and took a steadying breath before I checked my mirror and pulled out onto the street. I was sitting in my car next to the devastatingly handsome Fabio Zuno. It was surreal – but it was true. I concentrated on driving until we were on the road that lead into the hills. I had decided not to take the motorway, instead opting for the smaller roads that lead up and over the fells and down into the nearest lake valley. It was slower and prettier and would show Fabricio the area at its best.

‘The Lakes are very popular this time of year, but some of the smaller hills are just as beautiful as the more well known places.’ I explained.

‘It is beautiful. Do you come out here often?’ I suppressed a giggle, and cast a sideways glance at him as we turned off onto a side road. He looked puzzled.

‘I’m sorry to laugh – that’s a popular pick up line – you know when you like someone and you want to get to know them better – you say ‘Do you come here often?’’

‘Oh!’ He laughed ‘But I do want to know you better’ I smiled and shook my head disbelievingly.

‘It’s the sort of thing you’d say in a bar or a nightclub.’ I explained, and he sighed.

‘You English, you are strange. I like you, I hope you like me too – and why should you not believe me?’ I shrugged.

‘It’s just the way we are, I suppose.’ I replied. I decided not to go down the ‘I’m not pretty’ road, it was too predictable. I resolved to take him at face value and see what happened. We carried on, I indicated various landmarks and he asked questions – and we fell into a comfortable exchange as we went higher up. I stopped at the top of the first hill where it widened out into moorland, and pointed out the hills ahead, telling him their names and where we were going. He got out his phone to take photographs, and then we went on.

Less than an hour later we pulled into a car park close to a favourite hill of mine, Castle Crag. It was a small rocky hill sporting a slate mine halfway up, and to get there we had to walk through a picturesque village. Many of the houses were built and roofed with the local slate, as grey as a wet winter day, and others were rendered and painted white or a pastel colour.

The gardens were neat and lush with splashes of colour from flowering bushes and bedding plants. As many tourists visited the area, the locals took pride in making their properties look presentable. The climate was classed as temperate rainforest, and the little valleys had high rainfall levels. In winter it was wet and windy, and all year round the weather could change rapidly. The in joke was that you could see all four seasons in one day. The higher hills often had snowy peaks in the winter, but since I had moved to the area, that was only periodic. It didn’t settle for longer than a few days.

At the top of the steep little hill we were making for there were spectacular views along the valley leading to one of the lakes. It wasn’t too high and would only take an hour of steady walking to the top, where I planned for us to eat the picnic I’d prepared.

‘Those boots are good.’ I remarked ‘You really need that sort of footwear for the hills here.I don’t think we’ll need the wellies for the hill.’

‘I have travelled to many places.’ he replied ‘Sometimes I walk in the hills. This place is a little like the Andes – but smaller.’ He rummaged in his bag and got out a woolly hat, pulling it over his glossy black hair. I hoisted my rucksack out of the car and he gestured toward it in query.

‘Food for when we get to the top.’ I explained.

‘It is heavy?’ he asked.

‘You should say ‘is it heavy?’ I explained ‘it will be lighter coming down.’

‘Ah, thankyou. Let me carry some things’ he offered, so we went through the contents and split the boxes and bottles. I got a walking pole out as well, and he looked sceptical.

‘It’s steep.’ I explained. ‘It’s safer, I don’t want to fall.’ He shrugged.

‘I will be fine.’ he said, and his eyes crinkled up as he grinned ‘I’m a model, I know how to walk’ and he laughed at his own joke. I tutted but couldn’t help giggling, and shut the car boot, pressing the remote key to lock it.

‘Come on.’ I said ‘Lunch at the top.’ We set off through the village and made our way to a footpath that skirted a stream. Sheep grazed nearby, and I pointed them out.

‘Those are Herdwick sheep.’ I explained ‘They’re native to the Lakes, and I think they’re cute. There are other mountain sheep that come from Wales, they aren’t as pretty.’

‘So the Herdwicks are models?’ he laughed, and I shook my head.

‘No more model jokes.’ I scolded, and he pouted before shrugging apologetically and flashing me his dazzling white toothed smile, making my knees go to jelly - again. I was glad of the walking pole for support, and pulled myself together. We carried on along the path toward the hill, getting into a steady rhythm until we reached a stile that went over a dry stone wall. The path got steeper and our pace slowed. We talked less as our breathing quickened, and I was glad of the walking pole. We stopped from time to time to catch our breath and look at the view as we climbed.

The path changed from a grassy slope to a narrow stony trail as it got steeper, until we came to the slate. Here thin slabs of the dark grey stone were built into walls on the steep hillside, and flakes littered the way, making it slippy as they slid across each other. Fabricio went ahead, holding onto the side from time to time as we started to scramble up higher. Our pace slowed to a crawl until at last we reached a plateau where the slate had been quarried decades ago. I was breathing a little harder than he was and stopped to get my breath. He waited, sitting on a slab of rock. Finally I waved to where the path diverged, one going upwards and the other staying on the small plateau.

‘This is worth a look.’ I explained. ‘This is where they quarried slate, and there’s lots of it still lying around.’

‘Okay.’ he smiled, and we walked along around a corner, where the open quarry came into view. It was not only littered with slabs of slate of all sizes, but walkers who had lingered had piled them up into heaps and towers. Fabio exclaimed with surprise and wonder at the sight. The summit of hills in the Lakes - like many other places - were marked by a pile of rocks, locally called a cairn, but here folk had given vent to their artistic nature, and some structures were cleverly balanced. The whole place took on a surreal atmosphere, amplified by the cawing of a lone crow which flew off as we took a few step in to the quarry.

‘Asombroso – amazing.’ He exclaimed, and we wondered around the impromptu sculptures. ‘People are paid for this?’ he questioned, and I shook my head.

‘No, folk just do it for fun. We could make something if you like.’ He considered his options for a moment.

‘Later, we eat first.’

‘Then we should go back to the path and eat at the top.’ I suggested, and we turned back and carried on up the side of the hill. It was only a couple of minutes to the flat top, a wide grassy area scattered with a few hardy trees and a big rounded outcrop of pale grey stone. The breeze was cool and the sun was reluctant to stay out due to the patchy white clouds. They drifted across the sky lazily casting their shadows across the hillside as they passed. On three sides there were higher hills, and the village we had started from was hidden. On the fourth side we looked down the valley toward one of the lakes, sparkling in the sunshine in the distance. Sheep were dotted around the fields and slopes, and hardy windswept trees straggled over the landscape. Low stone walls divided the land into fields and looped up and over the fellsides. 

A family with two children nodded as they quit their vantage point at the very top of the rock, and we greeted them as we took their place. I took a deep breath of  fresh air, the breeze buffeting my cheeks, hair tucked under a woolly hat similar to Fabio’s.

‘La vista es marvillosa. Marvelous.’

‘It is.’ I said proudly. ‘How does it compare to the Andes?’

‘As I said – smaller – much smaller. But beautiful.’ He replied, and turned to face me. He took each of my hands in his and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. ‘Gracias.’ he said as I blushed furiously. ‘I never would have seen this without you. You are very kind.’

‘And you are…’ you are Fabio Zuno and I cannot believe I’m here with you I thought before continuing ‘I’m pleased to show you. You’re welcome.’ I took off my rucksack and started to look for a sheltered spot for our lunch. We sat on the grass with our backs against the sun warmed rock and took out the boxes we had brought.

‘It’s nothing special.’ I said ‘Bread and cheese and crisps – cherry tomatoes, fruit, dates and flapjack.’

‘Simple is good.’ he said, taking a bread roll filled with strong cheddar. I took one and opened the bag of crisps, opening the bun and adding a layer of crisps. He looked at me curiously and then copied me, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth as he did so. He pointed at the pieces of flapjack I had added. ‘You made these too?’ he asked.

‘Mmm, yes.’ I finished my mouthful ‘Oats, butter and sugar with a bit of dried fruit. Very healthy.’

‘Hah. I have to be so careful what I eat when I’m getting ready for a photo shoot – go to the gym, train, get my muscles strong’ he flexed his bicep for me. I goggled, remembering the photos I had seen of his abs. He patted his stomach. ‘This is soft right now, but a few workouts and it will be flat.’ I found myself feeling a little hot, and struggled out of my coat before I carried on eating. Fabricio didn’t seem to notice, drinking in the landscape, a faint smile on his face.

‘Fantastica.’ he breathed, closing his eyes in bliss. ‘I have missed the fresh air, living in the city.’

‘It’s not such a big city.’ I replied, thinking of the terrace where his flat was located. Few buildings in the town were over four stories, and the town only held the title of city by the fact that it had an ancient cathedral within its boundaries. He laughed.

‘Yes, Buenos Aires is a real city, very crowded. There are trees on the street where I live here, but still it is small and people are close together.’ I felt a little guilty, as I was in the process of moving to a detached house just outside the city which had formally belonged to my parents, who had recently passed away. I had decided to rent out my little terraced house in order to pay off the mortgage. It was much smaller than the one where Fabio stayed, but I was the only person living there. My new residence was next to a road that was not too busy although the traffic was fast, and it sat in the midst of a large garden with mature trees.

We ate in silence and when I had finished I hugged my knees, gazing at the clouds floating high above us. Fabio stretched out on the grass beside me on his back and stared up at the sky, sighing happily.

‘How long are you staying?’ I asked.

‘Oh, I cannot stay for more than six months. I’ve been here for one’

‘I’m still curious how you ended up here. Why not London or Edinburgh?’ He rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.

‘I put a pin in a map.’ he grinned. I stared at him.

‘Really?’ I asked, and he nodded.

‘Really’ he replied ‘I believe in fate. I was meant to come here – perhaps I was meant to meet you.’ I felt my cheeks grow hot again.

‘That doesn’t make sense.’ I replied

‘Fate doesn’t.’ he said. He came up to sitting again ‘We should go and build something in the quarry. I will put it on Instagram.’ I laughed.

‘It’ll be seen by a lot more people than on my account.’ I pointed out. ‘Particularly if you’re in it. Before you know it, folk will be coming here by the bus load’ He tapped the side of his nose and winked,

‘You can be my photographer. We keep the location a secret.’

‘Let’s go then.’ I suggested, and we packed our things away to walk back down to the quarry. It was deserted, save for a few small birds that flitted around looking for insects. It was sheltered and warm, and we put our rucksacks down before clambering around selecting rocks and building towers. Fabio made it into a race until his came tumbling down, narrowly missing him. After that we worked more slowly and tested our creations for stability. When we were happy with what we had made, we took photos of each other next to them, and he snapped a few more pictures of the location.

‘Come, let’s take one together.’ he suggested.

‘Only if you don’t put it on Instagram. I might get hate mail.’ He scoffed at my fears.

‘Only from stupid people.’ he replied. ‘I would block anyone so rude. But if you don’t want, that’s okay. I will keep it for myself.’ I smiled -  he was so sweet and protective. It was real fun being with him, but I knew it wasn’t going anywhere, so I would just enjoy it while I could. In time – weeks or months – he would be off on a photo shoot or back home in Argentina, and I would be left with happy memories. I could live with that, I decided.

‘Here, I brought this.’ he said as we went back to our bags. He rummaged round and produced a chocolate bar.

‘Are you sure you should be eating that?’ I joked, pointing to his stomach ‘your next photographer might not be as pleased with a soft belly’

‘I walk it off.’ he grinned. ‘No problemo.’ We sat and shared it, looking at our creations adding to the strange aura of the quarry. We packed up, and set off back, taking a slightly longer route so that we walked completely round the little hill before looping back to the village. We chatted about places Fabio had been and where he wanted to go, and I told him about my housing situation.

‘I’ll be packing up boxes tomorrow. I’m moving to my parent’s old house, it’s bigger and has a garden.’ We had reached the car and were putting our things back in the boot.

‘Oh, is it far?’

‘Just ten minutes drive, outside town. The removal men come at the end of the week’

‘You don’t have anyone to help?’ he asked. I shrugged.

‘I thought it would be faster if I paid professionals. But it will take some time packing things away – books and clothes and so on. I can move those, but furniture is harder.’ We got into the car ready to drive back.

‘Let me help. You are kind and show me this beautiful place.’

‘Oh, but you must be busy working.’ I said as we set off.

‘I work in the evenings and go to bed late. I can come in the middle of the day if you like.’

‘That’s very – umm yes, thankyou’ I said. I felt hot again, and a little light headed at the though of spending more time with him. It was late afternoon when we got back to town and I stopped at my little terraced house to show him where it was so he could come over the next day.

‘I’m sorry, I’d invite you in for a drink or something to eat, but I’m tired.’ I explained

‘We can order food.’ he said persuasively. ‘and I can walk back to my home from here’ I stared at him, not sure if I was terrified or delighted at the prospect. ‘It’s alright’ he said soothingly ‘I pay for dinner, and I promise I’ll go home after. I won’t touch you’ He smiled ‘maybe a kiss on the cheek? Like a brother’ I looked back at him sceptically

‘Like a brother?’ He nodded, making a cross on his chest and holding his hand over his heart. The truth was, I was so tired I didn’t want to drive him home, and the thought of just sitting quietly with a cup of tea was tempting. I drew a breath and let it go slowly ‘Okay.’

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I thought to myself.

[mllersjoel]

Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day! I feel like I’ve read all the good canon-divergence first in both stereo and bellarke =) let me know if u have any favourites/must reads/not as popular reds that i might check out =D Even if I end up re-reading im thirsty for these ships so it’s okay! Thank you and thanks for being awesome

ill rec u three of my fav for sterek and three of my fav for bellarke :D if u want any more just send me an ask :D

Time Enough for Rocking When We're Old  - 14k

boston > boston/camb/brook > housing > apts by owner

$2-300 Roxbury small room in 3-br 1-bath house, spouse preferred(Roxbury)

Pair of siblings looking for housemate. Due to extenuating circumstances I will share with interested parties, I would prefer a roommate who is willing to get married for legitimate personal reasons that do not include sex or anything sketchy. If not interested in marriage, room still available for $300/month plus utilities. Pets okay, no smokers, NO DRUG USE.

Please don't just email me to tell me this is fucked up, I know it is, you really don't have to tell me.

If you are interested in the marriage part, a female spouse is preferred, but male would be okay too. I promise I will explain this if you really want details, but I'm not putting it online.

Serious inquiries only.

this is so fucking funny

Calendar Girls - 7k

Octavia has the brilliant idea to make a sexy calendar, with interesting results.

this sounds really smutty but its so cute sjkdfhslkd

fuck rum! - 3k

Clarke is avoiding the Christmas party.

Bellamy brings a little of the party to her.

BIG B99 VIBES

sterek under the cut!

Want a fic rec? Drop me an ask!

When You're Close I Feel the Sparks - 39k

The guy is hot as hell, sure��leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.

“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

this is SO GOOD. LIKE SOOOOOO SUPER GOOD.

hope is the thing with feathers - 28k

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up.

He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

sterek mostly has romantic undertones (i dont think they even kiss in this fic?) but its SO SO GOOD. probs one of my fav fics ever.

The One with the Napping - 4k

It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.

this is so cute. like if u want to smile read this

[officialthiamlibrary]

Hi, just wondering what your favourite getting together fics were, like ultra fluff thanks so much! (also probably dumb question but what does AU mean?)

Oof... that was hard. There are like 10 pages on Ao3 for this so please mind that this list only contains my favourites and see this tag for more! 😁

After the Fact by @ughimtoolazy

Liam wakes up like he always does: hungry, grumpy, and thinking of Theo.

Or the one where Liam finds Theo's jacket and he's creepy af.

[TeenUp / 3.9k / complete]

Something New by @tabbytabbytabby

When Theo meets Liam he's not expecting anything to come of it. He's just a man that brought him coffee. He doesn't even know his name at that point. All he knows is L. They get to know each other when Liam keeps visiting Theo at the hospital he works at, and Theo finds himself falling for him. That only leads to more complications when they have to start dealing with the outside world judging their relationship.

[TeenUp / 4.2k / complete]

A mutual (mis)understanding by @tabbytabbytabby

Liam isn't sure what to do when Theo comes to him asking him for advice on how to make the guy he likes notice him. He's been in love with Theo for a long time now, but he also wants to see Theo happy. He does his best to give him advice even though it breaks him a bit to do it. When he sees Theo dancing with Nolan and Stiles at Sinema later that night, he's sure the person Theo is interested in has to be in the club. When Liam realizes Brett is having the same issue he is, except regarding Nolan, he decides to approach Brett for help with Theo. After all, if anyone knows anything about getting someone to notice you it's Brett Talbot.

[TeenUp / 3k / complete]

Fame (what is it good for) by @tabbytabbytabby

Tired of the hassles of everyday life Theo decides he needs some time away from LA. He checks into a resort in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. There he meets Liam and his family, who run the resort. While there he's able to relax and just be himself for the first time in years, all the while getting closer to Liam. The only problem is Liam seems to have no idea that he's famous.

[TeenUp / 5.2k / complete]

It's the little things that make you fall in love by @Root(Fyki)

Liam stopped, suddenly unable to do anything that wasn't thinking about the fact that Theo, Theo, had just invited him to go to a museum. Because Ii was a thing spending hours talking about history and listening to Liam talking passionately about stuff that Theo probably didn't even know, but it was a completely different thing to invite him to go to an exhibit of Greek and Roman history, knowing that it was the best way to reach Liam's heart.

[Gen / 9.3k / complete]

Kiss with a Fist by @thiamfresh

Theo was going to kill Mason for convincing him to do this. After dying of embarrassment. He only hoped Liam would find it touching enough to drag him back out of hell so he could complete the aforementioned murder.

[NR / 1.9k / complete]

Love Tap by @lovelylittlegrim

Liam keeps touching Theo's nose at random moments. It's a weird thing to do and Theo isn't sure how to feel about it, but he doesn't tell Liam to stop.

[Gen / 4.6k / complete]

Written Out by @sweetest_thiam

Deep down, Liam got a feeling that it was a bad idea to write down what he was thinking, but does Liam follow that feeling? Of course not.

[TeenUp / 4.5k / complete]

Oasis by @flyde

On a hot summer day, the only place Liam wants to go is the little lake in the preserve none of his friends know about.

To stay sane while surviving, Theo needs his beautiful oasis in the woods.

They've never met there before. Maybe because they weren't ready. But now?

[TeenUp / 3.5k / complete]

How to ruin a perfectly adequate one night stand in ten easy steps by @flyde

The one night stand with Theo didn't exactly rock Liam's world or anything, but unforeseen circumstances force him to spend the day after at Theo's place too. A lot of time for do-overs and second chances. And to fall in love?

[Explicit / 16k / complete]

Another series of excuses by @Endraking

Theo has been lonely for a while. He hates going to events and hates dealing with people. At friend's wedding, he meets someone that might just change his life.

[TeenUp / 2.8k / complete]

Sorry, not sorry by @bookwyrm07

“She was there, and she looked good. I mean really good, and he comes up and he's all tall, and hot and she asks if I'm seeing someone, and I can't say I'm a loser that has been single the entire year she's been gone, so I say yeah, I'm seeing someone. I think she smelled the lie. She looked like she did, then she laughed and invited me and my date to have dinner with her and Brad,” he still sneared the name.

Theo shrugged. “That's easy, just show up with someone hotter than Brad,” he mimicked the way Liam said his name.

“Like who?”

“Me,” Theo answered easily.

[Mature / 1.9k / complete]

Be my Boo? by @melancholy_and_chocolate

Everyone is convinced Theo and Nolan are a thing.

[NR / 3.1k / complete]

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Also, AU stands for Alternative Universe! Not a dumb question at all!

[captainsonofabitch]

Steter or Steo- Harry Potter AU

im sorrrrrrrry, this isnt really what I was imagining but my brain didnt really want to cooperate :)

Stiles was in the Room of Requirement again. It was nothing new; he spent most of his time in there now, in one form or another. Since Scott had been adopted into the ‘Cool, Popular, Interhouse Squad’ as Stiles liked to call it, the boy had left his former best friend in the dust. Apparently intelligent, hyperactive Slytherins were Not Allowed. And so, as Scott began to spend more and more time with the group, Stiles had to find something to fill the void left by the Gryffindor.

That something ended up being the Room of Requirement. You see, no matter what mood Stiles was in – whether he wanted to read or dance or cry or simply find something to occupy his ever-active mind – the room had a variety to suit. Of course, Stiles had his favourites; the dim, cosy, purple lounge that often appeared to match his melancholy; the light, bright, yellow study that he could spend hours upon hours researching in; the gentle, cavernous, sky blue bedroom that he had spent many a night hiding away from his dormmates within. It had a colour for every emotion, a setup for every passion. Stiles had tried ballet in a studio it had conjured one day, ice skating another. The room had created a swimming pool, a muggle-esque gym, a painting studio, hell there had even been that one time where the magic had conjured an entire muggle kitchen and Stiles had spent a long afternoon and evening baking to his hearts content. Long story short, Stiles loved the room, the room loved Stiles, and nobody had ever bothered him within its comforting confines.

Until one day, because for unfortunately for Snakes like Stiles, their Head of House took student wellbeing and safety very seriously. Sometimes. When he had a vested ‘interest’ in the student.

It had been an afternoon like any other. Scott was sitting down for lunch with the usual group; Lydia, Jackson, Derek, Cora, Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Allison, and Stiles was across the Great Hall tucking into a veritable feast of fresh fruit alone. The guy sitting beside him – What was his name again? Theo? – leaned uncomfortably close to Stiles’ ear and chuckled, “You know Professor Hale is staring at you again, right?” To which the boy promptly choked on his mouthful and spat semi-chewed raspberries across the table in front of him. Theo laughed again.

“What the fuck, man! Why would you say that?” Stiles turned to glare at the boy beside him, narrowing his eyes. The smirk Theo sent back was infuriating.

“You know as well as I do that he’s obsessed with you. What, with the way you two flirt in Arithmancy I’m surprised he hasn’t… I dunno… Snapped and fucked you over the desk or something.”

Heat filled Stiles’ face and he spluttered indignantly.

“We do not flirt! If anything, he antagonises me and I retaliate! There is no flirting going on at all! None!”

Theo hummed.

“Whatever you say, dude. Doesn’t change the fact that he looks at you like he wants to eat you. Pretty hot if you ask me.”

“Well I didn’t,” Stiles snapped, and the conversation was finished. He stood up with a screech of the bench and hastily gathered his things, stalking from the Great Hall with his face still an embarrassing shade of red.

Stiles didn’t see Professor Hale getting up to follow, but Theo did. His cackles followed them both from the room.

Mood sufficiently soured and with no classes for the remainder of the day, the Slytherin decided to forgo the common room and his dorm and instead head towards his little sanctuary, wondering at what room would await him today. It took little time to reach the seventh floor, the seventhsixhs-year ducking in and out of shortcuts he had discovered throughout his many escapades through the Castle.

Blissfully aware of the figure shadowing him, Stiles emerged from behind a suit of armour and practically jogged over to the wall that housed his favourite room(s), hastily walking back and forth his required three times before a small, dark oak doorway appeared. With a murmured ‘Fuck yeah!’ he pushed it open and ducked inside, grinning dopily at the pale blues that made up what he had dubbed his ‘Comfort Room.’

The room was pretty small, cosy and well-lit with magically created sunlight streaming in from a skylight in the very centre. Sitting elevated in the shafted sunlight was a four-poster bed decked out in royal blue, silken sheets with an abundance of blankets and pillows strewn haphazardly across the top. There wasn’t much more to the room, plush carpets in a baby blue making up the floorspace and a decadent chaise-lounge settled in the far corner, but it was what Stiles needed when his head was too loud or he was feeling particularly homesick or vulnerable and that’s all that mattered. It provided comfort he couldn’t find anywhere else in the Castle, and in that room the Castle took care of him.

Stiles made a beeline for the bed, kicking his sneakers off and ditching his robe as he dug his toes into the thick material of the carpet. His bag was put down with little finesse and, with a silly little noise of content from the back of his throat, he flopped face-first down onto the smooth sheets.  Manoeuvring himself further onto the large mattress, the boy rocked onto his side, tucked his knees up to his chin and simply exhaled, allowing his eyes to flutter shut with every intention of simply taking a much-needed nap.

Apparently, someone had other plans.

There was a pointed cough and then a voice echoed across the room.

“So this is where you’ve been disappearing to. I had wondered why no one has seen you in the common room in a while…”

Stiles could only groan. Why, out of everyone who could have confronted him, did it have to be Professor Hale?

“What, your spies tell you I’ve been skipping out on our weekly Slytherin board games night? Were you worried about me, Sir?” Stiles snarked in response, rolling over so that he was laying on his side but now facing the doorway where his Head of House was standing.

“I only spy because I care. You know this. Well, because I care and because it entertains me endlessly to so blatantly abuse my authority over my Prefects,” he replied.

Stiles stifled a laugh with the hand trapped between his body and the bed. He met the man’s eyes and flushed at the fond look the elder was sending him. Sometimes Professor Hale did that; looked at him with such sincerity and care that soothed some part of Stiles that he hadn’t even realised was in unrest. Peter started towards him.

“Tormenting Jackson does sound like an enjoyable pastime, I suppose. In that case, I guess I can forgive the blatant abuse of power, Peter.”

“Much appreciated, Mieczysław.”

Peter stopped just beside the bed where Stiles lay, grinning down at his pupil. The boy in question smiled in return, falling onto his back and snorting out a quiet laugh.

“So what happens now that you’ve discovered my secret hideout? Are you going to give me detention for the rest  of the year? Kick me out of the house? Tell me how much I’m letting Slytherin down? Because, don’t worry, I already kno-“

Stiles was cut off by a firm hand over his mouth, furrowing his brow and glaring up at his professor indignantly. Peter looked… anxious? Stiles couldn’t quite decipher the look, but as the man leaned down closer, face hovering inches above his students, realisation dawned.

“Please,” Peter murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

Stiles, eyes wide, shook his head slightly as the elder’s hand left his lips.

“And if I don’t?”

Lifting from the bed mere inches, the boy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his mouth carefully to the others. Peter gasped quietly against him. When Stiles dropped his head back down onto the pillow, his professor followed, lips chasing the sad attempt at a kiss. Letting his eyes blink open, he witnessed the look in Peter’s eyes go from shocked to amazed in mere moments.

Their lips connected once again, this time more firmly, and a large hand came up to cup the nape of Stiles’ neck, keeping them pressed close. Humming contentedly, the boy dared to flick his tongue out, running it cheekily across Peter’s lower lip and grinning at the sweet tang of Pumpkin Juice that must have lingered from lunch. It was Peter’s turn to make a low noise, climbing so he was astride Stiles on the bed and pretty much securing the younger to the bed with his weight. Reluctantly, the professor pulled back.

“We… We shouldn’t do this. Talia will have my head…”

Stiles scoffed. “What can the Headmistress do about it? In a few months I’ll be out of here forever, off to Romania with Charlie. Soon enough it’ll be out of her jurisdiction all together, so what does it matter?”

Stiles gazed upwards at the man as he pondered what the boy had said, fear giving way to consideration and finally settling on confidence. His signature smug smirk returned and he pressed a chaste kiss to Stiles’ brow.

“You’re right. As usual, I suppose. I do so adore your smart-ass nature.”

Stiles barked out a laugh and grinned stupidly up at his chuckling head-of-house.

“Well, you’re stuck with it now.”

[hotsexydorks]

How about some Sheriff and Scott, he has been training Scott over the years to make him the perfect bride, how to suck his cock, how to have a posture for breeding, how to cook after a long day and how to be a good girl, now that Scott is finally an adult he puta n ring to it, so everyone will know what a perfect bride he is.

Hear the Bells : Scott/Sheriff

Grooming

Scott reached down and his fingers going to his ass and pulling his cheeks apart. The tips of his fingers soft and yet pulling and spreading his hole firmly. Leaning over the desk his ass was on display and showing off the work that he had been doing for his husband to be. The office was empty apart from the two of them. It had been a quiet day in the station so all the deputies had gone home and the front desk wouldn’t leave their places without calling to first. John, the Sheriff of Beacon Hills sat leaning back in his chair enjoying his view.

He was the Sheriff and he should have stopped this but he couldn’t not now, not when they were so close. While his hand stroked his length gently his mind thought back to how this first began, all the work that they had to do and all the nights and days they spent together.

~~~

This whole thing started off innocently enough. Stiles and Scott were best friends from the moment they met and much to the initial concern of both their parents, they were inseparable. Where one went the other followed, what one talked about the other soon learned everything there was to do with it. But one day when John was minding the two the spark began, he was entertaining Scott while his own Stiles was going up for a shower. That left the two of them alone.

“So Scotty what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be Sheriff’s wife!” The joyous innocence made his words seem all the more heavy even though his tone was light and weightless.

A laughter broke the silence, half trying to push the idea into a box of ridiculousness and trying to dissuade him from the idea. “You can’t be my wife Scotty.”

Even though he was being told no Scott didn’t get mad or sad, his first thoughts were to figure it out and understand. “Why not?”

“Cause you’re not a girl.” John had to nip this now or else face the wrath how fast Scott could talk to anyone about anything. “How about we talk about it another time, keep it between us?” Asking, hoping that he could at least try and contain it.

But he didn’t know how wrong he was. Containing it was the worst thing he tried to do. Instead of being able to just stop Scott from taking his idea and running with it he just ended up with his ideas growing and insisting more and more. As Scott grew his desire with it, and soon then the training happened.

At first it was just a game, John teasing Scott by giving him chores and jobs to do around the house. Putting away toys, then books, then laundry, then helping out with meals, then learning how to cook. Slowly but surely Scott had learned all the things that John had needed from a partner, his missing part in life.

The revelation was late for John to notice, but when he came home to a sleeping Stiles and a cooking Scott in the kitchen he stood at the arch of the kitchen gobsmacked. Everything up until this point wasn’t just a game anymore. His time with Scott had become something more and he wasn’t ready to give it up yet.

That night the two of them sat at the table eating the food, halfway through the meal John invited Scott to eat the rest of his meal while sitting on his lap. His hand holding the other’s body using his arm around his stomach.  His mind racing with new ideas and thoughts about the body in his lap.

John had sworn Scott to secrecy, some that he was all too happy to give the older male. Taking his chance they had their first kiss. Signifying that they were now on this path together, that Scott would listen and learn and Sheriff would guide him, and guide him he did.

Now at first it was slow, John was the Sheriff after all and the Sheriff had to uphold some semblance of duty and care for wellbeing. But soon after that things escalated.

Little kisses, smooches when people weren’t looking. Then hands on bodies and finding the places that the other liked. Scott would sometimes sneak into John’s room during sleepovers and join him in the bed. Cuddling and holding each other at night.

John taught him everything, they explored everything together and then came the questions about why John’s cock would get hard. If it had been anyone else John wouldn’t have waited as long but because it was Scott he took his time. At first showing him his cock, stroking it for him, letting him taste his precum and then feeding him his cum from his fingers. Then teaching him how to please his cock, how to move his hands and teaching how to use his mouth on it. How to lick the head, and suck on it while using his hands on the shaft making sure to know how to adapt his hands and mouth to please him even more.

From the young age that John was teaching him Scott took it all in. Doing as he was told, and happily taking the other’s cock in his mouth and sucking him off when he asked. Their relationship was a secret to the world, to all others it just looked like John was a doting father figure but that’s what made it all the more tantalizing for him. Scott on the other hand just adored everything that they were doing.

After Scott had grown a bit John started to introduce the next step, clothes. Soon now for their ‘play dates’ he would be trying on dresses and skirts, putting on panties and showing off for his ‘husband’.

John felt like the luckiest man in the world as he watched Scott grow into everything that they were doing, his body even growing in ways that just seem to scream at him to take him. But there was one line that he wouldn’t cross, not yet.

Even through all these years John wouldn’t fuck Scott. The both of them agreed to it early on and John had planned on it being kept. Instead Scott’s ass was trained and shaped using dildos and plugs. Which only became the hotter after Scott was bitten. Soon his body was even more than it was before and they learned swiftly that whatever they did to him would heal. His body would open up and bounce back with ease. Even his ability to suck the Sheriff’s cock was enhanced, now he wasn’t concerned about hurting himself taking the older man’s cock, slamming his cock down his throat became his favourite way to wake the man up. Hearing those heavy and hot moans that he learned how to draw out from him with just his mouth. John knew then that this was what they both wanted and as he grabbed Scott’s hair and fucked his mouth for the entire morning calling him his slutty wife.

~~~

John was pulled back to reality when Scott let out a while. “Johnnnn.” His voice was strained as much as his hole was. The younger male was showing off the result of his training of his hole. With Scott’s healing factor they had stopped worrying about stretching him too far. Now their goal was how far could they stretch him.

The first toys that Scott used were all smaller than John’s own cock, he wanted the first time when he sunk into that pussy he had been training for years to be perfect. It should be tight and hot and wet for him, ready to take him whenever the Sheriff wanted. But those days were gone, now he was using dildos that only experienced users should have been using. Scott’s hole was stretched and gaped so much that John could stroke his cock and aim it into the hole and leave his hot loads in the teens ass with ease.

Now his hole was all tight again and he was showing off for the older man, using a collection of toys to stretch his hole for his husband.

The silence was deafening for Scott, thinking that he wasn’t doing enough for him he took a larger dildo that his hole was only just about ready for and started to use it to fuck his ass. Wet squelching sounds filling the office.

“Sorry baby was I ignoring you?” He asked him taking the dildo from Scott’s hand, taking it and moving it himself. Using slow twisting motions he worked Scott’s hole open. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay John.” Scott had long since forgone calling him by anything else, he didn’t need to call him by other names apart from his own name. He moaned loudly feeling the dildo sink all the way in, John always had a way with his body. Scott could spend almost an hour building up to something and then John could try for a few seconds and his entire body would open and take anything.

“Mmh such a good little wife.” He pulled the other’s thong aside and played with Scott’s hard cock making precum leak out. “You ready for tomorrow baby?”

Tomorrow was the day. Scott’s birthday. The day that they’d be wed and made officially married, but also the day that he could finally feel the feeling of his husbands cock in his cunt. “I am John, I can’t wait for it!” He smiled as he relaxed against the desk, moving his body to make sure that his ass was in the air. Back arched and pussy on show.

“Neither can I baby.” John slammed the dildo deep into Scott’s hole, leaving it there while he walked around his desk. He didn’t need to say a word before Scott’s mouth was on the cock in front of him. “Good girl, Daddy needs start getting on to breeding that slutty hungry pussy of yours.” With a grunt John drew his hips back and lazily fucked Scott’s mouth. No one would miss them at this time of night so he was going to take his time and build up a heavier load in his balls than he ever had just for the special day.

~~~

“We’re so glad you’re all here. We want you to enjoy this and to see our love for each other.” It was the day of the party, at the Stilinski residence did they all gather.  Friends, family and neighbours. The sun was shining and the summer air surrounded them, the smell of booze, and BBQ wafting through the crowd. But none of that had their attention. No. Something else was more shocking than that.

On the steps to the house stood a naked Scott, his cock rock hard and beside him a fully clothed Sheriff. “This isn’t just Scott’s birthday but also our wedding day and it’s time for the rings and for me to give my lovely bride her gift. A gift she’s been waiting for, for years.”

Yelping out loud Scott moaned, his cock swinging a long strand of precum that shot from his cock. Everyone was shocked but Scott could tell that a few were more than shocked they were turned on. But that didn’t matter, what mattered most right now was his job in needing to please his husband.

“So. With this ring - “ John fished at Scott’s cock and balls fitting the now young adult with a cock ring. “I thee wed.” The pressure on his cock made his cock gorge more and grow angry for release.

“Now it’s time for the gift. Scott if you will please.”  On his order Scott moved and lay on one of the picnic tables. John stroking his cock through his pants the entire time. Once he had laid down he revealed his plugged ass to the crowd, his pussy stretched by a red toy. With little noise Scott pulled his ass cheeks apart and pushed the dildo out from his hole, proudly showing them all the result of his husband’s training on his cunt. The dildo was slow and euphoric, his cock pulsing with life and precum flowing down his pole.

To the crowd it seemed as if the dildo went on forever, some had turned their heads awkward about the situation, others looked on in interest and to Scott it seemed even longer. His pussy pushed the dildo out and his legs spreading so every movement was able to be seen by the people he knew. The dildo dropped down with a heavy thud. His hole winking and trying to close around anything looking back up at his new husband. “My pussy is ready John.”

Stepping up to the table John moved Scott so that they could all see what was about to happen. “You ready baby?” He asked him one last time his hands fishing his cock out from his pants, pulling up the zipper and letting it hit against the hole he had so desperately wanted for years.

“Yes!!”

With that simple word John sunk his cock into the tightening hole, finally shaping it to his cock. He used his strong hands to pull Scott’s legs and hips back so he could drive into his wife’s cunt.

The feeling of just even having Sheriff’s cock in his pussy was enough for Scott, his own starting to leak more and more until it grew thicker and his cum started to pour out as well.  “Yesss!!”

John noticed people leaving the party but he didn’t notice the group of people that stayed watching him fucking his wife. His balls churning and ready to breed his hole. “Time to knock you up baby.” John whispered into him slamming his cock into him one last time, kissing him sweetly, consummating their marriage.

[allthingsteenwolf20]

You're all I need (Pack Mom) - Part One

A/N: Inspired by @i-write-about-anything's "Comfort", I decided to write one too with a pack mom twist. Stay tuned for part 2!

Things hadn't been easy for Isaac lately. First, he was suffering from the trauma of his abusive father which resulted in him having nightmares, getting no sleep and developing severe anxiety if he was to be crammed in small dark places, then he was bitten by none other than Derek Hale who had been out on a rampage looking for kids to turn into betas to create his own pack much to his mate, Y/N's dismay when she had found out and now he had recently learnt that the newest supernatural creature; the kanima that was lurking in Beacon Hills had killed his father in a dark alleyway after Mr Lahey had ran after his son for once after they had a brief argument. Isaac had ran off and hid behind a dumpster quietly sobbing to himself when he heard a strange hissing noise. He had quietly peered out from his hiding spot and seen the creature lunge for his dad until his screams could no longer be heard.

For the first few hours, Isaac had been sat in the Sheriff's office down at the station as they let the young boy process what had just happened.  Afterwards, Isaac had got up and ran out of the doors. This was it. He was alone. He was 16 years old, still a minor which meant they'd make him stay in a foster home until he was 18. Isaac had enough trouble at school with bullies, he definitely didn't want to add more.

For the next few weeks, Isaac would spend a few nights in a row at several friends houses. Being the closest to Scott, Isaac often crashed at the MCcall house but always feared they'd become too annoyed with him so he'd leave after 3 days even though Scott would reassure him things were fine and he was more than welcome. Even though Isaac liked Stiles as a friend, he had purposely been avoiding him. He knew his dad was the Sheriff of the town and even though he knew he meant well, Isaac didn't want him to dig further into his case.

Next was Lydia Martin. Lydia had helped mentor Isaac in most of his classes when his teachers assigned him a tutor throughout school. Sure at first, she was incredibly snobby but once she had found out that she too was apart of the supernatural world, something changed in her. She came less snobby and more humane. Since then she had always been nice to Isaac generally asking how he was doing, if he needed anything or any help. She had heard rumours around the school about Isaac's abusive father. At first, she had brushed it off knowing people were trying to make the poor boy's life even harder but she suddenly found that it was true when Isaac had come to school the next day in bruises and a broken arm. Isaac had found that Lydia was a good listener and incredibly dotting. Some nights when he'd want to talk about certain things she would always listen regardless of how early or late it was and she'd always offer him extra pillows or blankets when he needed it. The gesture was small but Isaac greatly appreciated it having something warm and soft close by.

Lastly was Y/N Hale. Y/N was Derek's mate. He couldn't understand why because they were complete opposites. Derek was always so grumpy and at times quite mean whereas Y/N always had a smile on her face and was incredibly happy, dotting and motherly towards him. After she had found out about Derek's little spree, the couple hadn't spoken for days. Y/N had left to have to some to herself when she realised that Derek had lied to her. After 4 days, she had come back to the loft and explained to him that the beta's were now their responsibility and they would look after them. Derek agreed taking care of handling their supernatural abilities whereas Y/N focused on making sure they went to school, completed their homework, made their favourite food and were their shoulder to cry on.

It was just after 2:30am. The sky was starting to brighten up and Isaac stood outside of the Hale loft shivering because of the cold. It has been days since he'd got a good night's sleep or a decent meal. He knocked on the door of the loft and waited for a few seconds. There was no answer. He sighed debating whether or not he should knock again or keep on trekking. Suddenly the light in the hallway flicked on and the door slid open. Y/N was stood in her pjs and robe as she looked at the broken boy before her.

"Isaac? Honey, what're you doing out here so early especially in the cold? Come in, come in sweetie." She replied moving aside letting the boy in as she closed the door and locked it behind her. Isaac took a deep breath and let out a sign of relief as he felt the warmth surround him.

"Honey, what happened? Where have you been?" Y/N asked him. She led him inside to the living room, put on the lamp, let him sit down as she covered his shoulders with the soft blanket seeing that he was shivering and sat next to him gently wrapping her arm around him and gently rubbing his forearm to help warm him up.

"Sweetheart, you're going to have to talk to me. I can't help you, if you don't talk to me." She told him making sure the blanket wrapped around him properly. Isaac sighed and rest his head against her shoulder. Y/N hadn't had any affection from Isaac since Derek had turned him. He would find it uncomfortable, he had just about accepted the sweet pet names she called him but she could see there was something that was bothering him.

When she'd asked Derek, he had admitted that Isaac had a troubled and traumatising past which caused him great sadness and anxiety. Derek had told her not to ask him since it could anger him and trigger his shift. Y/N saw how vulnerable Isaac was right now. She gently lifted her arm and wrapped his around him so he could rest his head comfortably against her chest.

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking.

"Derek told me that you had a troubled and traumatising past. Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" Y/N began as she gently played with his golden curls seeing how the simple guesture relaxed him.

"Talk to me, baby" She urged him softly. It wasn't long when small sobs could be heard from her chest. She looked down at Isaac's face and saw tears running down his cheek.

"It's m-my dad. H-he used to hit me. H-he'd hit me with his belt, three dishes at me and lock me in the f-f-freezer. It was cold and dark and i-i was so si scared!"  He choked out.

"Oh baby." She cooed as she went to wipe away his tears and pressed a soft loving kiss to his forehead. Her hearr broke seeing him like this. She wrapped an arm around him gently rubbing his back as she held him close with the other and rocked him.

"i-i know the kanima killed him and I-I should be glad because of w-what he did but now I don't have anyone. I'm-I'm all alone and my stupid nightmares they-they just won't go away." He sobbed harder.

"Sssshhh, it's all over now. I've got you." She cooed.

"You're not alone. I won't let that happen. You're going to stay here with me and I'm going to take care of you. You can have one of the spare rooms and this house will be your home, understand?" Y/N told him wiping away his tears as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. Isaac looked up at her face to see if what she said  was genuine.

"I'm so sorry that that happened to you but I can promise you that no one will ever hurt you away." She reassured him.

"Come with me, honey." Y/N got up and held her hand out to Isaac. At first the young broken beta whined at his comfort being taken away but he soon came around and eventually took her hand as he followed her to her bedroom.

"I know, sweetie but come with me." She cooed helping Isaac up and turning off the lamp in the living room as she lead him upstairs to her bedroom. He walked in as Y/N shut the door behind him. Isaac stared awkwardly at the bed as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor.

"Isaac, come here honey." She cooed softly. She instructed him to get into bed and make himself comfortable. Isaac kicked off his slightly tattered sneakers and climbed in breathing a sigh of relief. When Y/N saw that he was comfortable, she climbed beside him and took him into her arms as he rest his head against her chest.

"Everything will ok, baby." She reassured him and pressed a kiss to his forehead as she gently played with his golden curls to help him relax. It wasn't long until soft snores could be heard. Y/N gently stroked Isaac's cheek and pressed a loving kiss to his forehead and then settled down to sleep.

~ a few hours later ~

Y/N woke up to Isaac tossing and turning in her arms.

"Sssh sssh sssh it's ok." She whispered stroking his curls and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Nooo, please dad not the freezer!" Isaac began to grumble in his sleep thrashing his arms.

"No, no no! Dad I'm sorry, please no!" Isaac continued to call out in his sleep.

"Isaac, Isaac wake up honey." Y/N called to him slowly sitting up as she shook Isaac trying to wake him. Isaac's screams began to get louder and louder. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as he continued to thrash under the covers. Y/N put on the lamp in the bedroom and rushed to Isaac's side to wake him when she saw he was crying in his sleep.

"Isaac. Isaac, wake up. It's ok, you're ok. Isaac wake up!" Y/N yelled shaking him awake. Isaac's eyes flew open and he froze trying to take in his surroundings.

"Hey hey, sssh it's ok. You're ok. It's me, you're safe with me." She cooed taking his face into her hands and gently wiping away his tears.

"You're ok, you're ok. I'm here, I'm right here honey." Y/N cooed. Isaac looked up at her and threw himself into her arms holding onto her tight as he sobbed into her chest not wanting to let go. She laid in bed and held him in her arms as he cried. She pressed kisses to his forehead every so often to comfort him.

"I-i can't. I can't do this." Isaac sobbed.

"Sssh, of course you can honey. You're so much stronger than you think. You're not alone. I'll always be here with you ok? I'm not leaving you. You're staying here with us." She reassured him.

"Wh-what about Derek?" Isaac asked.

"Don't worry about Derek, I'll take care of everything. I'll talk to the sheriff and tell him you're staying with us." Y/N told him wiping away his tears. She grabbed a tissue from thr box on the bedside table and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"No one will hurt you ever again, I promise." She reassured him pressing a kiss to his cheek. Isaac nodded at her words.

"Try and go back to sleep, honey. You need it. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She told him gently stroking his cheek.

That night Y/N stayed awake watching over Isaac as he slept almost soundlessly in her arms holding on to her tight.

[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

Derek Hale Masterlist

New Beginnings

Derek surprises his wife with a life-changing gift on their anniversary.

Heart Monitor

When (y/n) is injured in a car accident, Derek blames himself and distances himself from her.

Breakfast

Derek can’t help but love how much smaller (y/n) is, even if it drives her insane.

His Girls  May I Have This Dance?

Derek is smitten with (y/n) and her daughter.

What Kind of Guy Am I?

Fuelled by her hatred of Derek, Allison makes (y/n) doubt her relationship with him and question whether they’re really meant for one another.

Cuddles and Chicken Soup

Derek gets a tad overprotective whenever (y/n) gets sick.

Sisters

(Y/n) hates introducing her sister to her boyfriends, it always ends the same way but maybe with Derek, it’ll be different.

Perfect

(Y/n) and Derek practice for their first dance.

Secrets

Hiding a relationship from your friends is hard, its even worse when they keep almost catching you.

Green-Eyed Alpha

The pack watch as Derek’s love for (y/n) transforms him.

Wildfire

Derek doesn’t know how to process discovering that (y/n) is his mate.

Falling in Love

Derek can’t stop himself from falling in love with his best friend.

Late Night Kisses

Derek’s pregnant wife frets over him when he comes home battered and bruised.

Tell Me It’s Real

When Derek’s thoughts torment him, (y/n) is always there to ground him.

Somebody To Love

Everybody needs someone to love, Derek eventually realises that someone is (y/n).

To The Sea

Derek was never meant to stay, but leaving is his biggest regret.

Time Heals All Wounds

“I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work”

A Million Love Songs Later

(Y/n) is convinced she’s going mad as songs narrate her interactions with Derek.

Baby, I’m a Fool

When you never give a relationship a chance, it’s destined to fail.

Third Times The Charm

(Y/n)’s new to the whole relationship thing, making her constantly on edge around Derek. 

Craving

“Because I shouldn’t need you. I’m meant to be an alpha but I can’t get through a day without you”

Patience

Derek helps (y/n) become comfortable with physical contact. 

Superman 

(Y/n) thinks Derek would make a great Superman. He disagrees.

Clark Kent

(Y/n) helps Derek feel more confident about his new glasses.

Save Myself

Derek decides to leave Beacon Hills before it kills him.

Meddling Kids

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids”

Look After You

After watching (y/n) take care of everyone else, Derek decided to take care of her.

Meeting the Parents

Derek knew it was going to be stressful, but he didn’t expect it to be quite so nervewracking.

Never Again

(Y/n) drags Derek to a club. Needless to say, he’s not happy.

Incomplete

Derek can’t define the love he feels for (y/n).

What About Us?

Faced with a future without Derek, (y/n) feels lost.

Photograph

(Y/n) surprises Derek with a photo album on his birthday.

A Flower For Every Occasion

Derek might have a crush on the florist. Might.

Tricky Love

(Y/n) is almost certain that she spends most of her working time tending to Derek’s wounds whenever he tries a new trick on his bike.

Museum Dates

Who knew the museum was such a great place to meet people?

Backup Plan

After experiencing car troubles in the middle of a storm, (y/n) convinces Derek to play with her in the rain.

Waiting Game

(Y/n) knew being in a relationship with a soldier would be hard, but she never anticipated the heartbreak it would bring.

Not Today

(Y/n) is the only one who can pull Derek out of his guilt fuelled haze.

Going to the Chapel

(Y/n) and Derek celebrate their wedding day.

Stress

Derek’s comfort is exactly what (y/n) needs when her work becomes too much.

Fate

Some people are made for each other and others are never meant to meet. 

Ice Kisses

“I can’t believe this is happening”

New Year’s Day

After a somewhat lively New Year’s Eve party, (y/n) helps Derek clean up the loft.

Be Mine

Sex is never just sex, (y/n) and Derek are starting to realise how dangerous it can be to combine it with friendship.

Better in Time

Derek thought moving away from Beacon Hills meant that he would let go of his past and the unresolved feelings he ignored but life doesn’t always go to plan. Sometimes in the best way possible.

Trapped

When Derek and (y/n) find themselves handcuffed together and trapped in a hunter hideout, they both know it can only end in disaster.

Tall, Dark and Handsome

(Y/n) may have developed a crush on one of the cafe regulars, not that she’s going to tell him that.

Part of the Family

Derek becomes (y/n)’s rock and now she can’t imagine a life without him.

Favourites

Derek knows that as a professor, he’s not meant to have a favourite student but he wasn’t given much choice in the matter when (y/n) stole his heart.

Fly Home  Epilogue

You’re never meant to meet your guardian angel but when Derek meets his, he knows his life will never be the same again, for better or worse.

War and Peace

Healing is a slow and painful process, one that (y/n) was never prepared to guide her estranged husband through. (Regency Au) (Arranged Marriage AU) 

Like Father, Like Son

Surrounded by his pack, Derek’s never been happier.

Compared to You

Lacking conventional communication skills, Derek channels his feelings for his best friend through his music.

Some Explaining To Do

A pack road trip leads to Derek and his best friend, who recently gained the title of ‘pack mum’, to share a bed. (‘The Classic’ and ‘Reluctant Bed Sharing’)

Sorry To My Unknown Lover

Blinded by his unrelenting love for Paige, Derek didn’t realise he was breaking his best friend by allowing her to believe they could have something more.

Good Enough

Derek finally snaps as he watches (y/n) get ready for her date with Jackson.

Anytime

Harbouring a crush on her neighbour probably wasn’t the best idea, though (y/n) can’t help but delight in the amusement and light Derek introduces into her life.

In the Darkness, I See You

After his relationship with Jennifer ends on less than friendly terms, Derek disappears from (y/n)’s life.

You’re the Reason

After Derek inadvertently spoke out of turn while drunk, he’s forced to tell the truth about his feelings towards his best friend.

No Way To Say Goodbye

Saying goodbye is never easy, but Derek never thought he would have to say it to (y/n). 

False Alarm

“You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”

Sensible Ideas Seldom Lead to Adventure

(Y/n) seldom had good ideas but straying from her group of fellow tourists in a regretfully foreign county had to be one of her worst. (Pre-WWII AU)

The Storm of a Soul  Unforgettable  The Aftermath

There was no escaping the storm once it pulled him in and drowned him in the depths of her eyes.

The Signs of a Lifetime

Its a summer of grief but Derek remains, with his sisters by his side and a best friend he would kill for.

False God

The oldest loves are the hardest to let go.

Honeymoon

Derek surprises (y/n) with their honeymoon destination.

Were-mermaid

Derek protects (y/n) from her fear of sea creatures.

Skinny Dipping

(Y/n)’s never been more grateful that Derek is dressed.

Beard

Derek relishes in (y/n)’s reaction to his beard. 

Lazy Sundays

There’s no better way to spend Sundays than being cuddled up with your boyfriend.

Anniversary

(Y/n) and Derek prepare for their anniversary dinner.

Love Songs

Derek is sick of love songs.

Hero

(Y/n) picks a couples’ costume Derek wasn’t expecting. 

I’ve Got You

After a fight with an omega separates (y/n) from Derek, he can’t hide his relief when he finds her again.

New Love

Derek lets himself enjoy the prospect of finding a new love.

Atrocious

To say (y/n) and Derek dislike one another would be an understatement, at least until now anyway. 

Haircut

(Y/n)’s more than a little surprised when Derek comments on her new haircut. 

The Interactions Between an Alpha and His Mate, As Recorded By Stiles Stilinski

Stiles delights in narrating Derek’s interactions with (y/n) and thus, ruins the moment. Continuously.

Baby Fever, As Recorded by Stiles Stilinski

Old habits die hard and Stiles can’t resist teasing Derek about his wife’s baby fever.

To Love Her

Derek was on the verge of losing his mind but he had to say goodbye, even if it killed him.

Home

Derek comes home after a week of dealing with a new supernatural creature to the sanctity that his wife provides.

All Is Forgiven

After a fight, Derek is more than happy to be reunited with his wife.

Family

A relaxed summer afternoon with the pack reaffirms Derek’s belief that he’s finally found a family.

Faded Glory

For one final time, Derek goes home. 

11 Blocks to Cornelia Street

‘That’s the kinda heartbreak time could never mend. I’d never walk Cornelia Street again’

Not Alone

Derek went to university in the hopes of escaping his past. Falling in love with (y/n) wasn’t part of the plan.

The Boy Next Door

(Y/n) moves to New York with her daughter, Amelia, for a fresh start. She quickly befriends her neighbour, Derek, until their relationship gradually develops into something more.

Just Friends

(Y/n) ropes Derek into pretending to be her boyfriend for a weekend but their repressed feelings for one another start to come to the surface, leading to a combination of both awkward and adorable situations.

Wait in Line

(Y/n) has been Derek’s best friend for as long as he can remember and he can’t help being hopelessly in love with her. But then he loses his family to the fire and has to leave before he can tell her and now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again.

Perseverance (Ongoing Series)

When (y/n) was sent to Beacon Hills to marry Prince Derek, she didn’t expect things to be easy, but she also didn’t expect them to be so hard.

12 Days of Christmas

Christmas Masterlist 2018

Rejected Mates

After too many heartbreaks, (y/n) doesn’t believe Derek when he tells her they’re mates.

Friends Won’t Love Me Like You Do

Lydia’s somewhat unreliable car, lovingly known as Betty, has a habit of bringing (y/n) and Derek together, allowing a budding friendship to develop as the war looms ever closer. (1940s AU)

If You Ever Want To Be In Love

After six years, (y/n) is back in Beacon Hills looking after her nephews while her brother heals after a near-fatal accident, she never expected to see Derek Hale again but he might be the only thing that keeps her going.

Neighbours

(Y/n) has a habit of making Derek late for work in situations that both confuse and amuse him in equal measures while never failing to make him fall a little bit more in love with her. 

Keep It Down

When (y/n) moves to Beacon Hills, the predominantly supernatural area of New York, she becomes the subject of her neighbour’s interest as Derek and Stiles endeavour to discover what kind of supernatural being she is.

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we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me??

A Thiam fanfic

Thank you @nadiahilker for the prompt

Scott thought it was a brilliant idea. Get the whole pack together, even those who had vanished overseas years ago so that all of his favourite people could reconnect, or get to know each other. Liam, who had heard a multitude of gushing stories about how funny Isaac was, how Derek was a nice guy once you got past the stony resting bitch-face he had perfected, and how Jackson really was that much of an asshole but we still put up with him, was a bit more sceptical. There were already a multitude of people in the pack who didn’t get on, mainly everyone else with Theo, and Liam just did not envision it being A Good Night. Even worse, it was Halloween, so Scott was making everyone wear costumes.

“You have to dress up,” Scott wheedled over the phone. Liam rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“I don’t want to. Halloween is stupid,” he grouched.

“Malia and I are wearing wolf onesies,” Scott said, and Liam could hear the grin in his voice. “Wouldn’t be that hard to get another one.”

“I am going to your stupid party as your baby wolf,” Liam said, hanging up immediately before Scott could say another word.

“I think you’d look adorable,” Theo smirked from where he lay sprawled over Liam’s bed.

“Fuck off,” Liam said, giving Theo the finger as he walked out of his room. Even as he walked away he could still hear Theo chuckling. “Stop picturing it, Theo.”

“Baby wolf,” Theo cackled.

“Asshole,” Liam muttered, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door firmly.

He stripped off and dumped his clothes on the floor, reaching into the shower to turn it on. Liam stepped in under the cool spray, slivering slightly as it slowly warmed up.

His mum had mentioned something about the amount of showers he had been having recently, looking a little concerned. She had muttered something under her breath as she walked away about giving himself a rest. He had turn bright red when he realised what she had meant, but thankfully he could pretend he hadn’t heard.

It would be pretty hard to explain to her that the reason he was showering so much was to wash the smell of Theo off his skin before going to meet the other wolves.

Liam still wasn’t quite sure how the two of them had become a thing. Theo, quite simply, was a complete asshole, and always went out of his way to get Liam angry and push all of his buttons. But then Liam had started to notice that maybe all that aggression was hiding something. His mum had always said that behaviour was an unmet need. So why then did Theo always need to be the one in control? The one who came out on top? Why did he seek out power?

And Liam had realised it was because he never had any. No control over his life, no power to change it. He had been eight when he had killed his sister under the instructions of the Dread Doctors, but how old had he been when those creeps had gotten their hands on him? Theo had never known any kindness or love in his life, only cruelty and hatred.

So, Liam had resolved to treat Theo differently, to try and help meet some of those needs. He had never come out and said anything, but he’d started inviting Theo over for Halo and pizza, encouraging him to stay the night. He would send him stupid snapchats during the day, trying to let him know that someone was thinking of him. He would brush his arm casually as he walked past, seemingly unaware of how Theo leaned into the touch.

Liam had read about how much touch starvation could fuck people up. Theo was impressibly sane, considering.

After awhile it had felt natural, and seeing Theo had made him happy. Sure, they still snarked at each other, same as always, but it never had the same sting behind it.

Doesn’t mean he wanted the other wolves to know that he spent more nights in Theo’s arms than he didn’t, these days.

Theo played it so cool in front of the others. During the day it was like nothing had ever changed between them. The other boy would pick a fight, giving a menacing smile as he needled at Liam’s every insecurity.

But at night, the filthy things he whispered in Liam’s ear more than made up for it.

With a sigh, Liam shut off the shower and scrubbed off with a towel. He wrapped it around his hips and walked back to his room.

Theo was gone, a note by the bed telling him that he had left for the party. They couldn’t turn up together, of course. Too suspicious.

Liam grabbed clean underwear and a pair of jeans. He deliberately ignored the wolf onesie that had mysteriously appeared on his bed with a scowl and instead pulled on the shirt hanging off the back of his dresser. Shoes, hair and cologne were next, and then he stood in front of the mirror.

“Good as it gets,” he shrugged.

He walked through the house, grabbing his wallet and keys from the kitchen bench and pocketing them.

“Mum, I’m going to Scott’s,’ he called out.

“Ok, have fun,” she yelled back. “Be safe.”

Liam rolled his eyes, even as he called back in the affirmative. Then he was out the door and on his way.

By the time he got to Scott’s, there was music pounding through the open door. He could hear laughter as well. It looked like a pretty typical teenage party. As he stepped through the door, it was clear it was anything but. Liam shook his head in amusement as he shut the door behind him. Best not to tempt fate.

Scott was wolfed out, grinning as he circled with another person around the table. Liam recognised him as Derek Hale, who had both hands in front of him, frowning as he tried to ward off the alpha.

“I am not wearing that,” Derek growled, lunging to the side as Scott tried to grab him. In his hands was yet another wolf onesie.

“Oh come on, grandpa Hale,” Scott teased. “It’s not that bad.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, sourwolf,” Stiles called out from the kitchen.

Liam shook his head, bemused. Looks like he hadn’t been the only one to be targeted by the alpha wolf’s antics. He slid away, remaining on the fringe of the crowd as he snuck past the others.

In the kitchen, he found Theo leaning against the bench, arrogance held in a protective cloak around his shoulders. Somehow, he had not managed to avoid the onesie.

“Did Scott buy out every wolf costume in town?” Liam asked by way of greeting, waving at Stiles as he moved to grab a drink from the large pile of them on the bench.

“He has been planning this awhile,” Stiles laughed. Liam took a sip of his drink, watching as Stiles mixed some sort of deadly potion together in the middle of the kitchen.

“Is he mixing Jager and Vodka?” He asked Theo, a pained look on his face.

“Tequila too,” Theo smirked. Liam shuddered. He would stick to plain old beer.

“Gotta get you wolves plastered somehow,” Stiles said cheerfully, pouring his disgusting concoction into red cups. He picked one up and offered it to Theo, who accepted with a dubious look inside the cup. Stiles laughed and then turned to Liam, offering another one.

“No way in hell,” Liam said dryly.

“Gonna be drinking it when we play beer pong anyway,” Stiles smirked, turning to walk away. He paused and turned back, his eyes zeroing in on Liam’s shirt and then flicking to Theo.

“Are you wearing Theo’s shirt?” He asked, his face scrunched up in confusion, eyes darting between them.

“What?” Liam said, looking down. Theo looked far too pleased with himself, and Liam panicked, saying the first thing that came to his head. “Yeah, I nicked it from his car. I dressed as Theo for Halloween.”

He drew his shoulders forward, jutting out one hip and levelling a glare at Stiles.

“I’m super badass and so much better than everyone here. You wish you were half as good looking and funny as me,” Liam said, his voice deeper than usual to mimic Theo. Then he gave Stiles a smug grin, one eyebrow cocked and rocking back on his heels to show his utter contempt.

“You’re fucking weird sometimes, Dunbar,” Stiles muttered as he stalked out of the kitchen.

“I thought you nailed it, actually,” Theo said, his eyes twinkling as he moved closer to the other boy. “You had all my mannerisms down perfectly.”

“Whatever, you’re in love with yourself so it was easy,” Liam said with a shrug, smirking at Theo.

“I think you’re the one who is in love with me,” Theo replied. “Must have watched me pretty closely to pick up on all those little quirks.

Liam stilled as his heart leapt in his chest, his eyes wide as Theo moved even closer.

Distantly, he could hear the sounds of the others coming from the other rooms, laughing and arguing and chatting. They both moved backwards slowly, until Theo had Liam pressed up against the wall.

“I didn’t mean to wear your shirt,” Liam said quietly, nervous now around the older boy.

“I don’t mind,” Theo said with a soft smile. “It looks good on you.” He leaned forwards and kissed Liam, sliding his hands up Liam’s chest and onto his shoulders. He pulled away and Liam sighed, following his mouth and pressing in for another kiss. Theo smiled against his mouth.

“For the record, baby wolf, I love you too.”

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Maybe We Could Kiss Each Other? | 1,657k

Stanny | General Read on AO3 here!

Stiles never really expects his hopeless, unattainable crush is going to go anywhere. And then Danny asks to kiss him, and well. He’s not going to say no.

It’s 11:53 p.m. and Stiles is still standing alone, arm wrapped around his waist as the clock ticks on. He’s standing in a faraway corner, the party slowing down as the time approaches midnight and everyone gets ready to bring in the New Year. Stiles knows he’s only been invited to one of Lydia Martin’s parties because Allison is dating Scott and with Scott comes Stiles.It’s fine. Whatever. He’s still there, even if Scott left him the moment he laid eyes on his girlfriend and no one else has tried to talk to him all evening. He also hasn’t tried talking to anyone, though that’s mostly because he knows his presence wouldn’t be welcome. High School functions on a strict hierarchy and it’s one Stiles has never been ignorant to.

In the second grade, he was labelled ‘freak’, was told he was too weird and that he was annoying and it stuck, carried over for years and years and he has yet to make a meaningful friend beside Scott. Which, now that Scott has a girlfriend who is pretty and popular and now that he’s begun to grow out of his asthma - well, Scott doesn’t seem to have as much time for Stiles anymore. Which is fine, whatever.

So Stiles is still standing alone, arm wrapped around his waist and non-alcoholic drink long since forgotten. He almost wishes he still had his buzz cut, at least that way he could run his hand over the short hairs. The texture and repeated motion always left him calmer, settled his frayed nerves when he needed it.

But Lydia and Allison had set him up with Jackson’s hairdresser and had given him a gift card loaded with enough money to last more than a few trips. They had also taken him shopping, completely done him over and while sometimes Stiles felt like his shirts clung too-tight to his torso, he could admit he looked far better than he ever had on his own.

The crowd is coupling off and it’s already 11:56 p.m., Stiles can see a giant countdown on the large television from where he’s standing. It’s counting down seconds as well and Stiles tries his best not to sigh, not to feel disappointed. He’s only sixteen, he’ll have plenty of years where he’ll have someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve. It - it would just be nice if he did tonight, if he got to couple off like everyone else was.

It still hurts, to watch near everyone else pair up. Obviously, not everyone at the party is in a relationship, and while the couples were already together it seemed that all the single folk were coupling up as well. It’s fine, whatever. Well, it //is fine until Danny fucking Mahealani starts making his way towards Stiles’ corner, all broad shoulders and tight jeans and fucking -perfection.

Stiles might have a slight crush. Sue him.

It doesn't even matter than Danny barely tolerates Stiles. Apparently, he has a penchant for thirsting after the unattainable because if Danny is anything it’s out of Stiles’ league. Danny is gorgeous, not pretty or handsome just - he’s just attractive. He’s more than fit, that is something Stiles knows from the past couple years of lacrosse - and eventually when Stiles got tired of sitting on the bench solely for Scott’s benefit - and track. His face is all symmetrical and even his too-straight nose is amazing.

It’s more than that though, more just an aesthetic appreciation because Danny is kind. He’s so nice, genuine in a way that can be hard to come by. He cares about others, always makes sure those around him are happy and well. More so, he //remembers. He knows things about others that aren’t common knowledge, and he used that information in a //good way. He congratulates anniversaries, wishes Happy Birthday to more people thank Stiles could imagine keeping track of.

This year was the anniversary of his mother’s death, Danny brought Stiles a small bouquet of yellow Tulips.

They were his mother’s favourite.

So Danny is good, and Stiles is far undeserving of having such a wonderful thing in his life. But - but Danny is still walking towards him and he doesn’t pass by or ignore him - no, he’s making eye contact and Stiles can’t look away, stuck in place as he stares right back. Danny stops in front of him, close, so close - closer than they’ve ever been and it makes Stiles palm sweat, his heartbeat quicken.

“No one to kiss at midnight?” Danny asks voice light and so fucking cheerful Stiles finds it hard to be annoyed by the statement.

“Spot on, Danny-boy,” Stiles mutters, wishing he was still holding his drink so he would have something to do with his hands other than nervously wringing them together. He feels awkward, uncomfortable with Danny so close.

It’s - well it’s unnerving to have the other boy so near, all but crowding into Stiles’ personal space. Stiles has to look up to remain the eye contact, his own eyes level with the tip of Danny’s nose. The other boy seems to get even closer, rocking forward onto the balls of his feet, and Stiles’ leans back against the wall letting it support his weight. He’s not sure he would be able to stand on his own. Danny smells like pine and oddly, coconut, and he’s so close Stiles can almost feel his warmth.

“I don’t have anyone to kiss either,” Danny begins and Stiles’ heart is already beating faster. The party is still going on around them, though people are getting more and more excited as the time counts down. The clock reads 11:58 p.m. and Stiles is finding the atmosphere contagious, the giddiness of the room twitching up the corner of his lips.

“Maybe we could - we could kiss each other?” Stiles has never seen Danny nervous before - at least not while talking to a guy, or hell, a girl either. He’s seen Danny flirt and seduce at Jungle, has watched him get discounts by charming old ladies at department stores. He’s just never seen Danny like this and it - it makes his head feel far-gone, kind of floaty knowing that he could be the cause of the other boy’s nerves.

It’s so much, too much. Just the suggestion has sent his brain spiralling, has made his heart leap into his throat. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Is Danny, is Danny serious? He doesn't think Danny would kid about something like this, but then again, it could mean nothing. It could mean nothing and that - that could almost be worse than just not kissing Danny in the first place.

“Look, if you don't want to, just say no. You don’t have to be some kind of a dick about it, okay?” Danny mutters after it’s been almost a minute since Danny had spoken. Stiles watches as the other boys face falls as if - as if he actually wanted to kiss Stiles like he’d been looking forward to it.

Which, is a little more than Stiles’ brain is able to handle. As though it isn’t enough that Danny is right in front of him, sunshine smile and the warmest eyes Stiles has ever had the pleasure of getting lost in, Danny now looks disappointed that he won’t be kissing Stiles. And that gives him a little bit more courage, enough to smile softly, to nod his head.

Before he can think of a reason not to, curves his hand around Danny’s hip. He’s lucky Danny hadn’t yet moved away, that he was still close enough that Stiles was able to do so. He rests his hand, palm open and wide, on the small of Danny’s back and he pulls forward. Stiles doesn’t use enough pressure to actually move Danny, but his intention is clear and Danny moves forward anyway, Stiles turning so their facing chest to chest.

And he can’t wait, not when Danny is so close so he moves the rest of the way forward, tangling the fingers of his free hand with those of Danny’s, the boy’s other hand cupping the back of Stiles’ neck and tangling in the short hairs there. The party is loud around them but Stiles’ lips are dragging over Danny’s, and his heart is soaring.

He pulls back a little, just enough to press words into Danny’s lips as he counts down, ’three, two, one. Happy New Year’. Stiles says it into the space between their mouths, tasting the curve of Danny’s grin with his tongue, letting the taller boy push him further into the wall and pulling Danny until their bodies are pressing close, lined up from knee to chest.

There’s cheering around them but they’re both pleasantly lost to it, Danny pulling Stiles’ bottom lip between his teeth. He sucks it into his mouth and Stiles’ next breath stutters out of him, his body melting into the wall behind him as Danny tugs at the hairs his fingers have threaded through. Stiles flicks out his own tongue, eager and uncoordinated but Danny doesn’t seem to mind, not with the way he keeps crowding ever closer.

Stiles has a brief, flickering moment of panic while he considers what this all might mean. It could mean nothing, but then Danny is shoving a thigh between Stiles’ legs. Stiles is sober and Danny doesn’t taste like anything other than Sprite and they’re still kissing, could be doing more, maybe would be if Stiles wasn’t painfully aware of the party of people around them.

He decides it’s fine, that he’ll ride this - and Danny’s thigh - out to the end, will see what does or maybe does not happen. For now, he’s going to kiss a cute guy, one he really, really likes on New Year’s Eve, and he’s going to fucking //enjoy it.

They don't pull back for a long, long time.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

@do-what-the-knight-tells-you | AO3 |  Hope you enjoy!

Peter makes a comment that gets Stiles curious, and that's never a good thing for anyone involved. 

This is not what Stiles had pictured when Peter had said “born werewolf differences.” The man had been draped over his side of the sofa, languidly observing the weekly Scott and Derek pissing contest with feigned disinterest, when he decided to partake in his favoured past-time.

Riling up Stiles.

It took embarrassingly little. He’d noticed the glances, the smells, the tension. He’d just leaned over towards the boy, who was tapping his feet against the sofa armrest, and made one of his barely disguised innuendos. Well, at this time they were directed at Derek.

The boy had reddened up remarkably well in such a short time- Peter made a mental note to start timing him- and spluttered out something about a “stupid creeper-wolf.” He’d probably distracted the two alphas, but Peter just couldn’t resist another poke.

“You’ll need to be well-prepared,” he mused, voice silk and honey. “My nephew is an alpha; even you’d need some assistance for those pesky…born-werewolf differences. Rather, additions.”

“Peter, that’s enough.” Derek cut him off before he could go any further, his cheeks now reddening too.

Oh, that was an interesting development.

Peter raised his hands in surrender and leaned back into his sofa; his work done.

Stiles had seethed, which was an amusing sight while he was curled up in a beanbag on the ground, but his fickle curiosity was already off on the various werewolf lore sites google offered. So underneath his anger, Peter had known the boy was done.

And done he certainly was.

Stiles had barely returned home before firing up his old Bessie and scouring his favourites list for the more obscure ‘werewolf lore’ sites. He skimmed down through the page, passing the ‘mysticism and occult’ section with a scowl, before he landed on the title he needed.

‘Rituals of the Olde Wulf’ gave him a moment of cringing, but he soldiered through, if only to get the creepy voice of Peter out of his head.

He scrolled through the old html page- blinking rapidly to avoid eye contact with the gaudy, sparkling moon stickers at the site border- and his brows began to crease the further along he read. When he finished the paragraph, he leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers against the worn armrest.

Peter and a dodgy website were saying some very interesting things. Scott had never mentioned anything like this, but he was bitten. Derek had never mentioned anything like this, but he was Derek.

Stiles stood, kicking his chair back by the wheel. He powered down the hallway to the guest room and rummaged through the cupboard at the window-side. Triumphantly, he pulled out the leather journal, and flicked through it’s pages with more care than he would his own.

“Where were you, again?” He muttered softly, pressing his fingers into each creased corner of every page fondly. “Pumpkin soup…brioche…aha! Cześć, beautiful chocolate cake.”

He clicked a picture of the page and carefully replaced the journal back into the cupboard. Ten minutes later, he was firmly stirring through a home-made mixture and was all-at-once envious for the strength werewolves had. Maybe Scotty would come over if he begged nicely enough and…Oh.

No. That wasn’t happening.

And so it was, two hours later, that a very amused Peter found the box left at the loft’s front door. Leaning down, he lifted it up and smelt the utterly recognisable scent of Stiles and embarrassment and cake. This was…unexpected, as far as gestures went. A love-cake? The boy never ceased to amaze him.

Upon entering, he gave Cora a nod in greeting (which she didn’t return in yet another display of her immaculate manners), and made his way to the kitchen. He focused, but failed to hear any sound of his nephew in the loft. His amusement would have to wait, it seemed. He set the box in the middle of the kitchen island-directly in the view of the front door- and was careful to leave the scent of Stiles as preserved as he could.

“You didn’t happen to hear Stiles arrive, did you?” He asked Cora, who was snuggled into the sofa with her new iPad.

She barely glanced up.

“Stiles? Why would he be here?” She asked, swiping her finger across her screen absentmindedly. “It’s not pack meeting.”

Peter sighed, making his way to his sofa on the other side of the room.

“Ah, to be oblivious,” he commented, picking at the armrest with almost-claws. “He’s been by- he left a rather…heartfelt gift for our dear Alpha.”

That caught her attention. She peeked up at him through her new bangs, and he could see her face crease in a frown.

“A gift?” She asked, and then audibly sniffed until she located the box in the kitchen. “Stiles…gave him a gift?” She stood and wandered over to the present, poking around it carefully, yet not daring to touch a present meant for the alpha. “Did he…know? The significance, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t assume so,” Peter replied, suddenly behind her, making her raise her unseen hackles for a moment. He pretended not to notice, and instead deliberately trailed his fingers closer to the box. “Should we look?”

“No.” Her answer was all instinct.

He grinned, and flicked the lid open. They both peeked inside, and were deathly silent for a moment as they took in the…gift.

Peter began to laugh.

Oh, Derek’s face was going to be priceless.

Stiles had just finished washing up the pan. It sat drying in the rack while his heart pounded and his fingers itched for stimulation. What else could he clean?

Just as he began to rummage in the pantry for some old bowl he could procrastinate with, the door swung open.

He stumbled against the cupboard, fumbling for the door handle to pull himself up with and peer into the foyer.

Derek met his gaze expectantly. A familiar box was in his hands.

Ah.

“H-Hello?” Stiles began, taking a deep breath.

The alpha flinched for a moment, before stepping into the kitchen and setting the box down on the bench.

“Yes, the cake. Did you…eat it?” Stiles asked, still not moving away from the pantry.

Derek sighed, the soft sound thunderous in the silent room.

“Did you know what it meant?” He asked instead of answering. He stared meaningfully at the boy on the opposite side of the kitchen. “Giving a gift to the alpha?”

Stiles’ frown gave him the answer he needed.

“I…That’s a thing?” He stammered, stepping forward. “I just…Did you look at it?”

Derek’s eyebrows rose, remembering opening the lid to see the crude message scrawled in pale icing atop the chocolate.

“I mean, I’m sorry if I insulted one of your werewolf rules, but I didn’t know,” Stiles continued to ramble, tapping his fingers against the bench. “I couldn’t actually ask, you know. This was the best way I thought and-”

“You didn’t insult anything,” Derek interrupted him, a strangely soft expression overcoming him. “It wasn’t an insult. It was…an invitation.”

“An invitation?” Stiles repeated with a frown. “An invitation for…oh.”

The alpha nodded grimly.

“I understand it’s not consent,” he quickly amended. “But it’s…something personal among werewolves. Gifts, especially food, are not something we take lightly.”

“But if it had been to any other alpha,” Stiles began, gnawing at the edge of his lip, “one more morally dubious, of course, would it have been taken as consent?” Derek firmly pushed down his instinctive growl at the thought of the human giving anything to another alpha.

“Perhaps. But they’d be wrong.”

Stiles nodded, tapping furiously at the bench while the cogs in his brain churned through this information. Surely, this would take up an entire chapter in his biographical bestiary.

He was silent for a few minutes, until the alpha brought up the reason Stiles had made the cake in the first place.

Derek flipped open the lid, gesturing down the cake.

“Really, Stiles?”

Contrasting against the chocolate, the hastily scrawled ‘Are knots real?’ glowed in white icing. Maybe the smiley-face at the end was a touch too much, in retrospect.

A beat passed.

Stiles shrugged sheepishly and laughed nervously.

“A boy’s going to be curious right?”

He groaned at the stretch. It was too much; he wasn’t able to take it all. Was he breaking? Would Derek break him?

“Shh, Stiles,” the alpha in question murmured against the nape of his neck. “Relax.”

Another inch wider and he had to bit his lip to cut off a wrecked sob.

“You’re not the one getting a damn tennis ball shoved up his ass,” he hissed back, before gasping as the expanding knot brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. He breathed deeply, trailing off the end of his breath with a soft whine.

“Shh,” Derek muttered once more, tender hands brushing up and down the other man’s sides. “You’re doing fine.”

Stiles couldn’t help but choke out a laugh.

“How are you so…okay?” He asked, breathing heavily through the stretch. “Aren’t you feeling anything?”

Derek hummed against his skin, and rocked his hips ever-so-slightly. Stiles gasped, clenching his fingers tightly against the sheets and was painfully aware of every inch of the hard length inside him.

“I’d say I’m feeling a lot, right now,” the alpha replied; voice bordering on sarcastic. He kissed against a tender spot on the human’s neck, before continuing, “but I know you need to talk. You always need to talk.”

Stiles pouted, before shrugging. “You’re not wrong- ah!” He was cut off as he shifted his hips against the alpha and the knot brushed against another sensitive spot inside him.

All at once, he felt the simmering ache of his own need roar back to life with a vengeance. He groaned, and pushed back onto Derek. He felt somewhat vindicated by the sudden grunt he received in return.

“Careful,” Derek warned him, hands rushing to halt him by the hips. “You could hurt yourself.”

Stiles resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ushered to the side in pack emergencies, made to stay in the car, and even here nothing changed. He bit his lip and, with a surge of determination, clenched hard against the knot, and rocked his hips back as well as he could without causing discomfort. Derek gasped out at the movement, claws digging into the human’s side.

“I’m not…going to break,” Stiles growled out, and began a rhythm against the knot. Brushing over his sensitive walls, rocking back down, feeling a thrill of pleasure as Derek hissed out at the movements.

The alpha had already been close before they’d begun, and with a final throb, Stiles felt Derek release inside him. He felt a whine build up in his throat, and he moved faster with earnest; chasing his own release.

Ever considerate, Derek reached to the place where they were joined and circled the human’s entrance almost fondly- breathing out a chuckle when Stiles gasped and clenched further. He moved his hand up and began to stroke the human firmly, revelling in the sounds he drew from Stiles.

They grew in pitch, until finally, Stiles found his own release, choking out a whimper as his walls clutched firmly at the stone-hard knot deep inside him.

They settled into a comfortable position, and waited for the knot to recede. Derek kept his arms tight around him, gently kissing the nape of his neck every now and then.

“I suppose you should thank Peter for this,” Stiles said, once he had regained his voice. “He’s the one who made me curious.”

“He could have the cake, I guess,” Derek suggested wryly, remembering the discarded and likely too-warm dessert left on the bench.

“He can most certainly not have the cake, thank you,” the human hissed back, wriggling slightly to glare at the alpha over his shoulder. “That is a family recipe, and it would be a gift! Peter is getting no invitation from me and…Oh, my god, you’re joking, aren’t you?”

Derek shrugged, a small smile picking at the corner of his lip.

“It is known to happen, now and then,” he answered.

Stiles scowled at his pillow, but was unable to stop himself smiling in return.

“You know I’m going to need to test this whole ‘knotting’ thing a few more times right,” he said, semi-seriously. “Just to…fully sate my curiosity, you know.”

Derek hummed thoughtfully, as though he were actually considering refusing him.

“If you must.”

Oh, the troubles he went to to keep this human happy.

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I’ve waited a long time for this

Pairing: Nick Robinson x Reader (Bookstore!AU)

Warning: Fluff, angst (kinda) and me just being a sucker for Nick Robinson

A/N: so this wasn't requested but I wrote this for my english essay and my teacher enjoyed it so I thought "Priyanka just go out on a limb here with your teacher with a stone cold heart and hope they like it." I promise to get my requests out as soon as possible, everything is just unfinished requests.

I waited my whole life for this day. No movie, book or "pep-talk" could prepare me for this moment. As I stand in front of my mirror and get ready for this special day. Every moment we ever shared plays like a never ending black and white 80s movie in my mind. 

The first day we met was unexpected. If God had sent me a message saying that I was going to meet my soulmate today I would have most probably laughed in his face and told him to tell me another joke. Nothing could have prepared me for the day we met, just like today. I felt as though I was having the worst day of my mundane life. As if the gods above decided when they woke up  "oh y/n has been having a good few days, lets make her feel like shit today." Firstly my hair curler broke, some dumbass (my roommate who I adore)  used the last of my anti-frizz conditioner, my dog, Athena, peed on my favourite shoes, someone (*cough* roommate *cough*) finished my cereal and you know what? To top it all off, there was NO COFFEE! So I basically looked like one of those witches from a Ronald Dahl novel.

I came to the conclusion that the world was against me today, so I decided to ride my bicycle to my favourite bookstore, my safe haven, and just get lost in another world. That's when I met him, well actually collided into him when I got the heavenly scent of fresh coffee. I apologized without giving him a second glance and continued my trek to my one true love, iced coffee. I had my iced coffee and found a really good book to purchase after what felt like forever. I was on my way to the cashier desk, and there he was again, behind the desk looking like a Greek god, sculptured to perfection, and I was convinced from all my reading that he was not human. As I approached him and gave him my book, he smiled at me and oh if only smiles could bring world peace… I guess I was too distracted by him that I failed to notice him write his name and number in my book.

Nick (bookstore guy) 

079 352 5866

Pls call me, I want to see you again xx

The first night Nick visited me was the most unforgettable night of my life. As I sat and studied the play Hamlet, I noticed things being thrown at my window. I grabbed my baseball bat in fear that someone was trying to break in (thank you Stiles Stilinski), but when I opened my balcony door, my balcony was filled with socks! As I looked down, there he was, my Romeo.

"Nick what on Earth are you doing?" you asked him whisper shouting so that you wouldn't wake your parents.

"I'm throwing socks at your window at midnight because rocks would break it and I can't pay for that." He said casually and then skillfully climbed a nearby tree with pizza and decided that we were going to star gaze and eat pizza at midnight.

You couldn't help but have a wide smile grace your face as you watched him, thinking how lucky you were to have been having that horrible day the day you met him.

Our first fight was like one straight out of a movie and happened 6 and a half months after we started dating. The difference was that we didn't make up like couples in movies, we didn't run into each others arms and apologize or have make up sex. The day it happened I decided to visit him at the bookstore before my next lecture. As I walked in his co-worker notified me that he was around the back, knowing from my many visits that I was here to see Nick. What I saw when I got to the back was not something one expects to see from their partner. When I saw him, a smile graced my face but that same smile vanished as fast as it appeared. There was the man that I loved with another girl's hands all over his body and he was doing nothing to stop her. I couldn't move my feet and my lips seemed to have been glued together. That was until he laid his beautiful brown eyes on me and suddenly the ground was done holding me hostage and I ran. I heard him calling out for me but I didn't stop running, I didn't turn around, I didn't attend my lecture. I ran straight to my apartment thanking god my roommate wasn't home yet. You remember all those times your parents would shout at you and you would cry and after a while you would still be crying but it wasn't for whatever they were shouting at you for, it was just you letting out all these other emotions you've contained as well. Well yeah, that's what was happening to me right now and it fucking sucked. 

It wasn't long until I heard my phone ring and then when that stopped the landline rang and stopped after 9 calls. I had been pathetically sobbing now for a good 2 hours when I heard the knocking at my door and his voice begging me to open the door so he could explain himself, more like give me some bullshit lie he had enough time to formulate. You lost track of how long Nick had been knocking at your door and apologizing until it all went quiet. Not too long after the silence did your roommate come home. 

"honey I'm hooommme! Firstly question, why is Nick sitting outside our door looking worse than Leo DeCap in Titanic when he was dying? And secondly, he's just letting himself in although I'm getting the feeling you didn't want him here so sorry. And thirdly, I feel like shits about to go down so I'll be in my room, oh and let me know if you're gonna kill him so I can leave because I kinda don't wanna be a witness. Kay bye! May the big G have mercy on your soul for whatever you did Nick" y/r/n said hurriedly excusing herself before all hell broke loose.

As soon as you walked out of your room Nick rushed to you apologizing before you could even get the chance to tell him to leave.

"baby I'm so sorry. I promise it wasn't what it looked like. Nothing happened, she was coming onto me, I didn't do anything."

You chuckled sarcastically, "that's exactly the problem here Nick, you could see that she was flirting with you and coming onto you and yet you did nothing!" you said, your voice rising at the end. Confronting him made you want to cry even more, which surprised you considering you didn't think you had anymore tears to shed over him.

"baby, y/n please, if I knew she was flirting I would have stopped it, I genuinely thought she was being friendly."

The way your name slipped off his lips gave you butterflies but you stopped the feeling knowing that this was not the time for that.

"Nick don't be so foolish please, she was undressing you with her eyes. Who knows what would have happened if I had not come to the store, would you have let her kiss you? Would you have kissed back? Would you have done more than just that? Nick I love you with my whole being and to have seen that showed me how easy it is for you to just push me to the back of your mind and be unfaithful"

"No no no no I love you more than the Moon loves the Sun, baby you have to believe me. I'm not gonna let you give up on us because of this, because of my stupidity and blindness. Baby I'll make it up to you, it'll never happen again." Nick pleaded coming to stand a few inches away from you, placing his hand on your cheek and you instinctively leaning into his touch. 

"Nick you need to leave please, I may be blowing this out of proportion but I just need some time to think everything over between us." You said just above a whisper, pulling away from his touch, your tears threatening to run down your cheeks and have him wipe them away like he has many times before.

 "I-I, okay." he stammered wanting to say more but then sighing respecting your decision, appreciative that you weren't ending things.

"I love you, don't ever forget that or question it." Nick said coming to you kissing your temple.

"Goodnight Nick. Uh- just text me when you get home so I know you're safe okay?" you could see the hurt in his eyes when you didn't say you loved him back, but as much as you wanted to say those words back to him, you just couldn't do it. With a nod of his head, he left taking a part of you with him.

 You were a mess, you hadn't spoken to him for 10 days. You hated yourself knowing it was you who told him to give you time. You saw him whenever you went to the bookstore, always making eye contact and wanting nothing more than to run into his arms, kiss him and tell him you forgive him.

y/r/n had enough of you moping around the apartment that day and decided it was up to her to fix things. She had texted Nick telling him to come over for dinner and that you were okay with him being there. Lets just say that when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you felt like it was the first time you met again. You let him in rushing into y/r/n's room.

"what the hell is Nick doing here?" you asked her whisper shouting

"I'm done seeing you mope around and having him text me everyday asking about you sooo you two are going to sit in this apartment, eat dinner and fix your shit because you still love him that’s not gonna change and I know if you end things with him you're gonna feel even worse than you have for the past week and a half." y/r/n said calmly. You had to admit that she was right so you agreed walking out of her room informing Nick that it was just gonna be you and him for dinner. Everything was silent except the sound of cutlery on the plate, until you decided to speak.

 And the rest was history…

Now here you stand, 4 years later behind closed doors in a white gown with a bouquet in your hands waiting to marry this stranger, who became your best friend, your partner, your soulmate… 

[iheartstiles]

Dear Stiles,

[ Y/N/N = Your Nick Name ] Dear Stiles, The explanation for New Year’s Eve’s events is in this letter. I don’t know when or if you’ll ever read this, but when you do please don’t hate me, Stiles. I guess to come to where I am now I have to start at the beginning, because that’s how to tell a good story, right? When I first came to Beacon Hills I felt how every new student feels on their first day: lonely, isolated, judged. I remember walking through those huge doors and looking around me, baffled by the complete normality of the school. There were students everywhere, walking through the hallways or standing by their lockers; chatting with their peers. I didn’t expect to fit in as easily as I did. To be fair, I didn’t expect you to meet my eyes and smile from your position by your locker at the opposite side of the hallway. As cheesy and cliché as it sounds, I immediately felt a sort of connection. Not necessarily attraction, just a magnetic pull that insinuated that I had to speak to you. Fortunately I didn’t have to approach you, you took matters into your own hands. It was my third day at Beacon Hills High, and I remember how you approached me so clearly. It was an average summer-transitioning-to-autumn day, one where the wind would pick up at random intervals and the sun would shine brightly although the temperature had started dropping over time. It was lunch, and I was sitting outside at a picnic bench that had been painted white only a few days before. The scent of fresh paint and blossoming flowers wafted through the air like any of the other days I had sat there, eating my lunch and enjoying my own company. But then you walked up to me. I didn’t have to look up, the scent of your cologne travelled faster than your feet took you. I knew somebody was there, but I didn’t expect to see you with a plastic blue tray in your hands. “Hey, I’m Stiles.” You introduced yourself with a slightly shaky voice, but it’s a sentence I will never forget, no matter how hard I try. “Would you– I mean, only if you want to, of course. But… If you want to, you can sit with my friends and I?” I remember blushing and tucking my hair behind my ear, looking down at my tray of food before glancing back at your hopeful expression and, without knowing it then, I determined the course of my future. You led me to another table, and I met your friends. Isaac, Scott, Allison, all of them. You all accepted me, and I love them all so much, Stiles, I really do. But this letter… it’s not a goodbye letter, at least I don’t think so. It’s… I guess you can call it a confession letter. Anyway, over the course of the next few weeks, I grew closer to everyone, but you and Scott in particular. Scott was like the older brother I’d never had, and you were the best friend I’d always wanted. But I’d never expected to fall in love with my best friend. You’ve heard it from Isaac by now, since he decided it would be a good idea to tell you about it once I explained everything to him. If he decided to not tell you, then I guess I should say: spoiler alert. It’s weird how I feel comfortable writing it down but whenever I imagine saying it to you in person it’s like my stomach tightens and I’m unable to breathe. In general, that sums up how I feel around you, but just not that extreme. I remember a particular time when I came over to your house in the middle of the night because you had texted me and I found you in an emotionally broken state. You were mumbling about how it had gotten too much for you, and I remember holding you and calming you down. For the first time that night, while I held you in my arms, I admitted my feelings to myself. For weeks I’d been telling myself that I was fooling myself and I was just interpreting my emotions wrong. Scott came to me the next day and thanked me for helping you. I hadn’t expected you to remember, since I snuck out of your window at 4 a.m. because I was too scared of your reaction in the morning. I didn’t know at the time whether you’d texted me because you actually wanted me to come or if it was a complete mistake. I told Scott that it was no problem, that I’d do anything for my friends. A few days later the whole Allison incident took place, and I ended up being there for Scott. But it didn’t feel the same. I felt a sibling-like relationship with him, while with you… well, my heart just starts racing and I think that explains enough. He figured it out when he had coped with Allison’s death a bit. With all of his keen werewolf senses he was bound to at some point, right? The conversation was so awkward, at least for me it was. After that conversation, everything went downhill. You and Malia started seeing each other and when that happened I told myself I didn’t have a chance. I cried myself to sleep multiple times, thinking about what she had that I didn’t, but I realised it was probably the confidence to actually make a move on you. My grades turned from C’s and B’s to A’s and A+’s because of how much time I put into reading and studying. I’d do anything to avoid any confrontation with you and Malia, and I think that’s where I went wrong. I pushed myself away from you, to the extent where you thought you’d done something wrong while it was all my fault. I hate myself for how I ended up breaking down in front of you on Christmas Eve. We all went to the cabin for a fun holiday, and somehow Isaac and Scott had succeeded in persuading me to come along. I shouldn’t have, but I did. Around the campfire that night, I watched how Malia whispered things in your ear and you smiled, sometimes blushing and other times you laughed at what she said. Your arms were wrapped around her waist and she was sitting in between your legs. I wanted that to be me, so bad. I stormed back into the cabin when Scott mentioned how well you and Malia were suited for each other. It was SO stupid, I realise that now. I realise how idiotic I am to even be writing this letter, but that night… I had gotten so close to confessing my feelings, and I don’t know what would have happened if I had told you. “Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” You called out into the wooden cabin. The scent of fresh linen lingered in the air and the gorgeous light caused by the orange-purple sunset poured through the open windows. I was curled up on the grey L-shaped couch in the living room, my eyes set on the wall a few metres ahead of me as I tried to burn a hole into it with my stare. You crouched down next to me and rested your hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner. I didn’t jump like I normally would when somebody touched me out of the blue. I recognised your touch, even yearned for it. “Y/N/N,” You said again, your favourite nickname for me rolling from your lips so easily it often made me forget that my full name was in fact Y/N, and not just Y/N/N. “Please talk to me.” I could hear the desperation in your voice, and I remember how I slowly turned to face you. “Stiles…” I remember whispering. My eyes were on your slightly parted, dusty-pink lips that were only inches away from mine. I knew what I was yearning for was wrong, because you were dating one of my friends but I couldn’t stop myself. I tried, but I couldn’t. “Yeah?” Your voice was airy and light, calm like the gentle rocking of the waves against the shore. All I said in return was “I’m sorry”, but I never told you why I was sorry. I assured you that I was okay, that you didn’t have to worry about me and that I had just over reacted for no reason. You fell for it. I don’t know how I managed that, but you seemed to trust me enough not to lie. I’m sorry, Stiles. I’m sorry I lied to you. If Isaac told you, you probably know what happened a few days later. It was nearing New Year’s Eve, and Isaac had invited me over to hang out at his place. He thought it would be fun to bake a cake, so we did. A chocolate cake sounded just fine to us, so Isaac found a recipe online and soon enough we were mixing the batter. “It says here we have to put three cups of flour into the bowl, and then add five tea spoons of cocoa powder…” Isaac read the instructions aloud, and I handed him whatever he needed. A random playlist was playing on the background and while I was pouring the milk into the measurement cup, I suddenly felt some sort of powder dust my cheek. I turned with my eyebrows raised, only to find Isaac smirking with his hands cupped and obvious flour residue sticking to his sweaty palms. I had touched my cheek, laughing at his failed attempt to cover me in flour and I reached into the packet, taking a handful of the white powdery substance before throwing it at him. He gasped and, soon enough, we were covered and surrounded by flour and flour dust, and I felt somebody come up behind me while I was trying to reach for something else to throw at him. I turned and out of nowhere he kissed me. It was… pleasant, I guess, but it didn’t feel right. I was too shocked to do anything, so I stood frozen against the kitchen counter, Isaac’s flour-covered lips touching mine. When he pulled away, I blurted out the truth. And that’s probably what you’ve heard now. He told you, and I’ve been trying to figure out how you’d feel about it but every reaction I come up with just seems even more impossible than the one that I thought of before it. New Year’s Eve. It was meant to be a fun night at Derek’s, with a campfire and a mini firework show in the backyard. Although it was freezing, everybody was dressed up warm and it was honestly going great, even though I was staring at you most of the time. You didn’t notice though, because you’re adorably oblivious like that. Then Scott pulled me aside. “You have to tell Stiles,” He had told me. “Or else I will. Tell him before midnight, Y/N. You have to.” I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just go up to you and say ‘hey Stiles, can I speak to you for a second?’ and then proceed to explain my feelings for you while your girlfriend was waiting for you at the campfire, roasting a marshmallow and arguing with Isaac about the perks of being a coyote. So, I decided not to tell you anything. I didn’t know how Scott was planning to tell you, but I thought it was worth the risk over the possible chance of ruining an amazing friendship. The countdown started. Everybody around the campfire chanted along with Scott, who had his phone out and was literally following the seconds until it would be 12 a.m. “Zero! Happy New Year!” Everyone exclaimed, and you locked eyes with me. For a moment I felt like I was being thrown back to that time you walked up to my table and asked me to join you and your friends. For a moment I forgot that you were with Malia, and as cliché as it sounds I felt like we were the only ones there. I felt… content. But then the reality came crashing in. I hurriedly got up, ready to mumble that I was going to get some water, but I froze in my tracks when Scott spoke up. “Y/N’s got something she wants you to know, Stiles.” He said. My heart hammered in my chest, and when I turned on my heel everyone was looking at me expectantly. Especially you, Stiles. Your eyes were filled with wonder, surprise and anticipation. I felt horrible to have to let you all down, but I couldn’t get myself to say those three vital words. “It-It’s not that important.” I stammered instead, but I lied, Stiles. I lied. From the expression on Scott’s face, I knew he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I knew he was just trying to help, so that’s why I’m writing this for you right now. The truth, which I’m sure you want to know, is that I love you, Stiles. I don’t love you like a friend loves a friend or a sister loves a brother, I love you. And I know you won’t ever feel the same, but I thought… I thought you deserved the clarification. Most of all, you deserved the truth. Love,
Y/N.