#do you think Claudia parents ever called stiles to talk to him and he felt isolated by the fact he couldn’t understand them

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Since the Stilinskis’ are polish do yall think that they have traditional clothing, probably locked away with Claudia’s things??

Do you think stiles ever wears them as a way to feel closer to his mother even though he isn’t as close with the culture it’s self?

For me I do have a personal headcannon that stiles speaks polish but in the show he’s pretty heavily Americanized.

[goddesswritings]

home with you - Stiles Stilinski | tell me it’s a nightmare

Title: home with you: Pt. 2 – tell me it’s a nightmare

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Y/n is shattered, the ghost riders took the man she loved, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again. No one remembers him and when she talks about him, they look at her like she lost her mind. She feels like she is at a dead end with this thing, but she doesn’t want to stop looking for him.

Word Count: 5.1k

Notes: Please know I don’t hate Malia at all. I love her, but I sort of made her the cold callus one in this fic. But she will make up for it later.

Masterlist

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<< PART ONE

        Your emotions were a wreck as you pulled up to Scott’s house. It was nearly 4am but you needed to see him and make sure he remembered Stiles. Maybe the two of you could work quickly to get Stiles back.

Mrs. McCall’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so she must be working a late shift at the hospital. Not that she minded you coming here. She loved you to death and loved that Scott had a friend like you.

On the drive there, the tears had started to fall again, so you wiped them away before you exited the jeep. You stopped at the front door and fished for the extra key that Mrs. McCall hid in case Scott ever got locked out. Finding the key, you unlocked the door and let yourself into the house.

It was dark, but it didn’t bother you. You crept up the stairs to Scott’s room. The door was open, and you could see Scott spread out in bed. Beside him you saw Malia. It didn’t surprise you.

Clicking on his light, you wandered over to the bed. “Scott, please wake up.”

Scott grumbled and buried his head into his pillow. Malia groaned and sat up. “What are you doing here at 4am, Y/n?” Malia asked as Scott sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“This is important. Stiles is gone. He was taken by the ghost riders.” You rushed out.

The two teens looked at you like you had two heads. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Stiles? Who the heck is Stiles?” Scott asked, looking as confused as he could.

“Please tell me you’re joking! He’s your best friend, the guy you have known since elementary school. He’s also Malia’s ex and he and I just got together.” You said hoping the two of them were just joking.

Scott got out of bed. “Y/n, have you been drinking or something? You seem off.”

“No, I haven’t. Please tell me you remember Stiles? You have to remember Stiles!” Panic had filled you.

Malia took you and sat you on the bed. “Y/n, sweetie, take a deep breath. Please tell us where you’ve been. Did someone give you drugs?”

“No, not at all. You don’t remember Stiles?” You looked to her with hope in your eyes.

“I haven’t had a boyfriend, Y/n. Not yet.” She looked to Scott when she said this.

Scott bent down in front of you. “Who is Stiles? I have never met a Stiles.” His words confirmed the worst for you. Everyone else had forgotten about Stiles. Everyone but you.

“He is your best friend Scott. You do everything together. He’s my boyfriend.” Your voice grew soft.

Scott looked over to Malia in concern. They honestly thought you had lost your mind. They silently communicated.

“Y/n, you don’t have a boyfriend.” Scott said softly. “What’s really going on here?”

The tears had returned with a vengeance. “You don’t believe me at all. Please, Stiles needs our help.” You begged, trying to get something to click in his mind.

“There is no Stiles, Y/n.” Malia stood up and walked across the room.

“There is. Sheriff Stilinski is his father.”

Once again they exchanged looks. “Sheriff Stilinski doesn’t have any kids. What has gotten into you? Your heart is beating out of your chest.” Scott tried to be soft, but it was all too much.

You stood up. “I have to go.” Heading for the door, Scott stopped you.

“You can’t leave like that. You’re obviously going through something and we want to help you.”

Shrugging him off, you shook your head. “You can’t help me. I have to go.” Before they could do anything else, you rushed out of his house, jumping back into the jeep and driving away from there. Without knowing where you were going, you ended up in the spot where Stiles had confessed his feelings for you. Once again you broke down.

Everything had you feeling very helpless. You needed to help Stiles, but you didn’t know how. No one was going to believe you. They all would just think you were losing your mind, which you definitely felt like you were. It felt like you were failing him, and you hated it.

You sat in the jeep, staring out into the woods, willing for an answer to come to you. The forest was beginning to lighten in front of you, as the sun started to rise. You were just lost in your thoughts. Hoping that Stiles was safe wherever those things took him.

A light knock on the window, knocked you from your thoughts. You looked to see Sheriff Stilinski looking at you with concern. You rolled down the window.

“Y/n, are you okay? I got a call from Scott that you were acting off.” He asked as he studied you.

“Sheriff, do you know who Stiles is?” You asked, hoping maybe he remembered.

“I do.” Hope floated in you. “That was the nickname my father used to use.” The hope sank.

“Oh.” You frowned. “This is Stiles’ jeep though. Do you remember that?”

“Y/n, this jeep was Claudia’s. She showed it to you and gave it to you when you moved to town. Do you remember that?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“No, I don’t.”

“Did you hit your head, Y/n?” He asked frankly.

“What? No, I didn’t. Why would you say that?”

“Your behavior is similar to someone with a head injury. What have you been doing? Natalie said you haven’t been home all night and she’s worried about you.”

“I was out with my boyfriend.” You mumbled, ringing your hands together.

“Well I suggest you head home and talk to your aunt.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sheriff.” He nodded and walked back to his car. You started the jeep and backed up, before heading towards the Martin’s home.

Sheriff Stilinski must have called your Aunt because she was waiting on the front porch for you. You exited the jeep and trudged up the walk towards her.

“Where have you been, Y/n? This is so not like you.” She stated crossing her arms.

“Looking for someone.” You muttered.

“All night long?” She found it unbelievable that you would do that.

“Yes.”

“Tell me the truth, did you go to a party?” She asked.

“No, I don’t party. You know this.”

“Yes but I don’t know what is going on with you right now? We are all worried about you.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Natalie. It was important.”

She sighed and ushered you into the house. You excused yourself and went up the stairs. Lydia was in her room getting ready for school.

“There you are! Where have you been?” She asked, putting her brush down.

“I was looking for someone.” You said the same thing.

“Huh? What, who were you looking for?” Her concern grew.

“Stiles.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Stiles, what the hell is a Stiles.”

No one at all remembered Stiles and it was hard to face. How could you save him if no one else believed you?

“He was one of our best friends and my boyfriend.” Even though you hadn’t been official yet. 

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.” You mumbled before shuffling off to your room. Surely they wouldn’t care if you skipped today. They all thought you were losing your mind.

You changed into pj’s and shut the curtains before jumping into bed and tuning out the world. For the next few hours, you just simply didn’t want to exist. It reminded you of when you lost your parents.

****

Ever since Y/n burst into his room this morning, Scott hasn’t felt right. Her behavior scared him, reminding him of when they met. He wasn’t sure what triggered it, but he knew he needed to help her.

“Scott, did you hear me?” Malia asked him as they walked the halls.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out.” He said looking at her. “What did you say?”

“I asked what you thought was wrong with Y/n? Her behavior this morning was unsettling, and I’m worried for her.” She said, sounding just as concerned as he felt.

“I don’t know, but she was seriously shaken up. I only ever saw her like that when she found out what happened to her parents.”

“Damn. Do you think she saw something that set her off?”

“She might have.” Scott spotted Lydia entering the school and he is rushed over to her. “Lydia, did Y/n come home?”

Lydia looked up at him. “She did but she was very shaken up. She asked me about a Stiles.”

“She asked us about him too. We don’t know anyone named Stiles. Where do you think she heard the name?”

“I’m not sure, maybe she met someone or something. She claimed he was her boyfriend, but she’s never had a boyfriend since she’s lived here.” Lydia explained.

“She said that to us too. She even said he was my ex.” Malia added.

“I’m worried about her.” Lydia said.

“Us too.” Scott announced. “Is she coming today?”

“I doubt it. She locked herself in her room. My mom couldn’t get her to come out, so she is calling her out for the day.” The situation was serious if she locked herself in her room. They all knew this.

“Is she hanging around other people?” Scott asked Lydia.

“No, she’s doing the same thing she always does except for last night.”  

“Are we sure we don’t know anyone named Stiles? Because she was pretty adamant we did.” Scott was thinking back to the way she acted this morning. She was on edge, but she fully believed what she was saying. Y/n wasn’t the type to make up things. The glaring fact was that she was extremely unsettled, like she’d witnessed something happen to this Stiles guy.

“We’re sure.” Malia said while rolling her eyes. “I think she was just having a moment. Maybe she dreamt up this Stiles guy and it felt so real, that she couldn’t tell it was a dream.” Anything was better than just assuming their friend had lost it.

“That’s possible. I know my dreams have been very very real feeling since the whole Chimera thing with Theo.” Deep inside, Scott knew there was much more to it than some real feeling dream. A part of him believed what she had said, but he kept it to himself.

Lydia shrugged. “I’m not sure. But my mom said if she keeps it up, she’s going to make an appointment with a therapist. I’m thinking maybe she relapsed because the anniversary of her parents death is coming up.”

Something about what Lydia was saying didn’t fit what Scott was feeling. Especially in the way she was acting. It had nothing to do with her parents. This was all about this Stiles guy. Scott knew he would have to talk to Sheriff Stilinski and see if he knew anything that could help them figure out what was up with Y/n.

*

Throughout the day, a sick feeling followed Scott. Every where he walked, he felt like there was something or someone missing. Of course Y/n was missing for the day, but there was someone else. Maybe he was just hoping that was the case. Because he didn’t want to face the fact that Y/n might just be reverting to the person she was when she first moved to Beacon Hills.

Malia was watching Scott closely as he was stuck deep in his thoughts. She too was worried, but because she hadn’t really known Y/n when it all happened the first time. So she was terrified to witness it.

Lydia had also been in her head all day. Aiden was trying to gain her attention throughout the day, but she couldn’t help but slip into her thoughts shortly after. Her cousin meant the world to her and she wanted her to be okay. Right now, it felt like something awful might happen. Maybe it was the Banshee in her, or maybe it was because she had fought so hard the first time that Y/n had slipped into her depression.

****

You had slept most of the day away, unaware that your friends were worrying about you. When you had woken from the long nap, your head was a little clearer than it had been that morning. Of course it still felt like you were living a nightmare, but you still remembered Stiles, and this was your chance to save him from whatever he was trapped in.

He was still alive, you knew that. Of course you didn’t know how you knew, but you did. That helped to give you some small amount of hope, that you would be able to find him and bring him home. But the first thing you needed to do, was figure out what was bringing the ghost riders here.

You jumped out of bed and took a shower, refreshing yourself and washing away all the anger and sadness you had felt when Stiles was taken from you. You needed to be brave and find him.

Once you were ready and looking better, you texted Scott and asked if you could meet up with the pack. You had some important things to bring up with them and you just hoped they wouldn’t look at you like you were crazy. Scott was surprised you texted him and agreed you all could meet up at his house at 5.

Finally, you managed to get some food into your system. While you were eating. Lydia rushed in, she had looked worried until she saw you seated at the counter, eating food and looking generally better than this morning.

“Y/n, you look better!” She rushed over and pulled you into a tight hug. “I was so worried for you after this morning. How are you feeling?” She took a seat beside you.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry for worrying you. A lot of things happened yesterday, and I still don’t know how to process it, but I think I will be okay.” You had to be okay if you wanted to help save the boy you loved.

“What happened? I know you keep mentioning this Stiles, but we don’t know a Stiles.”

Lydia was watching Y/n closely. “I’m going to explain at the pack meeting. Something is happening in Beacon Hills and it’s not good at all.”

She just chuckled. “It’s been quiet since the Chimera and beast. I think we are finally in the clear.”

“No, we aren’t. Just wait to hear what I need to say.” She nodded and agreed to wait and listen to me.

**

The whole pack was at Scott’s. Well everyone except Stiles. It was hard not to have him here, but you would get him back. Even if it was the last thing you did, Stiles was going to come back to Beacon Hills.

You sat on the couch with the pack watching you in complete silence as you explained what had happened in the last week. You talked about Alex and Alex’s missing parents. Then you talked about Stiles and what happened when he disappeared. Most of the pack looked at you like you’d lost your mind. Scott was silent but seemed accepting with what you had to say.

“So the town is being invaded by ghost riders? How come we don’t see them?” Liam asked with a perplexed look on his face.

“The only people who can see them are the ones they have come to take. But somehow I was able to hear them. I even found this when Scott, Stiles, and I searched Alex’s house.” You held up the handkerchief for the group to see.

Lydia was staring at it. “You said you had a vision when you found that?” She asked.

“I did. I also had another one when I found Stiles’ jacket in the back of his jeep. I saw him being thrown into a train station full of people.”

They nodded, but you could tell most of them didn’t believe you. Malia had completely tuned you out, not thinking for one second, that you, a person who’d never been born or bitten into the supernatural world, could see visions.

“Well I don’t know how you could have visions?” Lydia said.

“It has to do with Stiles. The visions all happen when it’s something that involves him. Maybe it’s because I’m connected to him in some sort of way?” You suggested.

Scott was still quiet. “You know, she has a point. All day today, I have felt like something was missing. Maybe it is someone who is missing. But I have felt off. Maybe Y/n has a point.”

“She doesn’t, Scott. Please this is ridiculous. We need to focus on Senior year instead of some made up supernatural theory from someone we know who hasn’t always been so sound of mind.” Malia’s words sliced through you like a knife. The group turned to look at the werecoyote.

You sighed because you should have known this wouldn’t work. Especially because you were the only one who remembered him, and everyone thought you were losing your mind.

“Malia don’t be like that. We agreed to hear her out.” Scott said to her.

“I’m sorry, but we have bigger things than to worry about this made up guy. I didn’t want to say it, but I think she’s lost her mind again. Lydia, I think you should do something about it.”

The more she spoke, the worse you felt. One of your best friends was really saying this to you and it made you feel terribly upset.

You stood up while they argued. “Hey, I’m going to go. Just forget I said anything.” You didn’t bother to look at them as you left the house. You jumped into the jeep and debated on where to go. No one wanted to believe you but perhaps you could talk to Sheriff Stilinski. You drove away, feeling hopeless once again. But you needed to not get back into that mindset.

Your phone buzzed beside you. You looked to see that Scott was calling but you just put the phone down again. For now you decided to head home. You didn’t want to worry your Aunt Natalie or Lydia and you needed to figure out a plan.

As you walked into the house, you found your aunt.

“Y/n. You look better. Are you okay?” She questioned as she put her book down.

“Oh yeah, I’m okay.” You sent her a smile that was fake as hell but hoped she couldn’t read through it.

“What happened last night? You know we’re very worried about you. I was so thankful to receive a call from the Sheriff when he found you. I couldn’t bear to lose you after what happened.”

You looked up at your aunt. She sounded genuinely concerned for you and you hated that you worried her. “I’m sorry, Aunt Nat. I didn’t mean to worry you like that. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Well if there is a boy involved, I don’t think it was wise of him to keep you out all night long. Did you two drink or something?” She was in counselor mode now.

“No, there wasn’t any drinking.” You stopped and debated what to say next. “We just lost track of time I guess. It won’t happen again.”

She sighed. “Y/n, you’re almost 18, I trust you to make the right decisions. I just need to know you’re okay. Your dad would be mad if he knew I had lost track of you like that.”

“I really am sorry. I really never meant to stay out that late.”

“I talked to Sheriff Stilinski and he said he found you alone. What happened to the boy.”

Memory of the night before bubbled to the surface. “Oh, he had to go home. I stopped at the preserve to watch the sunrise.”

You could tell she didn’t 100% believe you. “Okay. Well you need to be careful. Especially after everything that has happened in this town.”

“Of course, Aunt Nat. I will. Thank you for being here for me.”

“Anytime, sweetie. You can always talk to me.”

Nodding, you excused yourself to your room. You wanted to figure out how what was happening. The first thing you needed to do was find the pattern that was bringing the ghost riders to Beacon Hills. There was always a pattern and trigger to these supernatural beings. Then you needed to figure out where they were keeping Stiles.

For the rest of the night, you left your phone off as you researched what you knew and what you needed to find out. Pretty quickly you noticed that whenever someone went missing, there were spontaneous thunderstorms that would pop up. That had to be the thing that was bringing the ghost riders. Especially since these storms were so out of season right now.

You’d retrieved an empty notebook from your desk, and you started writing down all the things you noticed and all the things you had found so far. Including everything you remembered Stiles telling you before he was taken, as well as what happened the night he was taken.

By the time you recalled everything you could, you had nearly eight pages of notes. Talking about the different disappearances you’d witnessed and what happened after they were taken. Your biggest question was why you remembered them when everyone else would forget.

A light knock sounded on your door. You told them to come in.

Lydia walked into your room. “Are you okay? No one has been able to get ahold of you.” She took a seat on your bed and looked at the notebook you were writing in.

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m just doing research.” You said as you studied what you’d just written.

She watched you as you flipped through the pages. “Research to find Stiles?”

“Yep. No one might believe me, but I know what I witnessed. I love that boy and I’m not going to let him fade away from existence. Not when I remember him.”

“I believe you.” Lydia said making you look up at her.

“You do?”

“Yes, and so does Scott. He and I talked about it and we agree that there is something up. We both feel that there is someone missing.” She sighed. “I’m sure that Malia does too, but she’s stubborn and we all know that. I’m sorry for what she said.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. I mean I know how crazy I look and sound. Honestly, I’m half expecting your mom to send me to Eichen House.”

“She won’t do that.”

“Lyd’s, you didn’t see the way she looked at me when I came home this morning.”

A silence filled the air as Lydia thought over your words.

“So, tell me what you know.” She broke the silence.

You looked up and studied her. “Do you really want to hear what I have to say?”

“Of course I do. Y/n, I love you to death. You’re practically my sister and the only other time I have seen you that distraught, was when you lost your parents. At first I thought you were acting out because of the anniversary of their death, but you aren’t. This is different. I can’t explain it.”

Truthfully, you’d been so caught up in all this stuff with Stiles, that you hadn’t thought about your parents death anniversary. Remembering it, was like a huge stab to the heart. You dropped your pen as the emotions swelled up inside of you.

The tears spilled over. “Oh my god, Lydia. I’m the worst daughter ever. I forgot about the anniversary.” Your voice waivered as the tears clouded your vision.

Lydia leapt up and pulled you into her arms. “No, Shhhh. You’re not the worst daughter. Your parents don’t want you to remember the worst thing. They would much rather you focus on your life than dwell on what happened with them.” She rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“This is why I have to get Stiles back. I can’t lose anyone else in my life. It was hard enough to lose my parents. I will not lose the man I am in love with.”

Lydia pulled away and watched you. “You love him?” She asked.

“I do. Lydia, this guy was in love with you for years. I never thought I had a chance with him. But somehow I did. Somehow he liked me just as much as I liked him. We only just admitted our feelings to each other the night before he was taken.” The tears were still streaming down your face.

“Wow, Y/n. I had no idea. That’s intense.” Lydia was hugging you once again. “We’re going to find him. We have too. Now please, tell me what you know right now.”

The two of you separated and you wiped the moisture from your face. “Okay, so I noticed a pattern each time these ghost riders came to Beacon Hills. Strange out of the blue thunderstorms would appear. I think the storm is what is bringing them here.”

You gave her the notes you’d written out and she spent a few minutes browsing through them. “Wow, you put a lot of detail in this. Scott needs to see this.” She said in awe of the dedication that was put into them.          

“I wanted to make sure I wrote down every little detail. That’s seems to be the only way we will figure this all out. This is unlike anything we’ve had to deal with before.”

“You can say that again. Trying to save someone you don’t remember is hard. From what I can tell, these things aren’t going to go away unless we do something to stop them.”

“That’s my thoughts exactly. We also need to found out where they are taking people.” You said while closing the notebook and putting it on your nightstand.

“We will, but right now, you need some sleep. You’ve been stressing a lot lately and a good night of sleep will do you some good.” Lydia hugged you once more before leaving you to get some sleep.

Once you had prepared for bed and laid down, your mind was on Stiles. That’s where it stayed until you drifted off to sleep.

**

The last thing you remembered was going to bed and now you were on the platform of an old train station. It was dark and there was no one else around. Looking around, you could not really pinpoint where this train station was or what you were doing here. The place was a little old and clearly hadn’t been used for an awfully long time.  

You wandered around the platform for clues as to where exactly you had landed. Nothing stood out. You walked to the platform edge when suddenly the ghost riders appeared through a portal. It startled you to have them come out of nowhere. Hiding yourself behind column, you watched them rush in. They disappeared through a tunnel. Once they were gone, you looked down the tunnel to see lights. It was only a couple minutes later when the ghost riders came rushing out again.

They disappeared back into the portal, leaving the place vacant. You figured that you should investigate the lights at the end of the tunnel, maybe it would tell you where the ghost riders would go. Jumping down from the platform, you looked towards the portal to make sure they weren’t coming again. Once you were sure they weren’t, you made your way down the tunnel, towards the lights.

This led you to a waiting area for the train station. In there were people, all sitting on the benches, staring catatonically ahead. It was creepy to see people like this. You took in more of the station and noted the departures board. At the top was Beacon Hills but listed under it was a slew of other towns.

Shaking your head, you turned to see if you could get someone to notice you. You walked up to an older woman and waved your hand in front of her face. She didn’t even flinch.

“Hello?” You asked, waving your hand in more peoples faces. No one could see you.

As you wandered the benches, you spotted him. Stiles. He was sitting there looking like the rest of the people here. But he was unharmed thankfully.

You rushed over to him. “Stiles! Oh my god!” He didn’t respond to you at all. So you reached forward to touch him, but your hand went right through him. Of course it did, this is just a dream. None of this is real.

Crying out in frustration, you fell to your knees. It didn’t make sense that you were experiencing this dream. But it also wasn’t fair that you couldn’t even interact with Stiles while in it.

“Y/n.” He mumbled softly.

This made you snap your head up to him. “Stiles, can you hear me?” You stood up and watched him.

“Y/n.” He said again but never stopped staring at the nothingness in front of him.

“Please Stiles, listen to me. I’m looking for you and I will find you. I can feel it. I’m going to find you.”

Nothing. He didn’t speak again. He was back to the catatonic state everyone in this station seemed to be in. For the next few minutes, you watched and waited to see if he would say anything else, but he didn’t. So you decided to take notice of the train station, walking around and making sure to memorize every part of the place.

The minute you woke up the next morning, you wrote down every detail of the dream. Every town name that was listed on the departures board and every other detail that you thought could help you figure out where Stiles was. You had no doubt in your mind that you were going to find him.

PART THREE >>

[mercheswan]

My Little League Friend 

 AO3  My user name: MerCevans

Stiles Stilinski was nine years old , he lived in Beacon Hills with his mother Claudia and his father Noah, who was also the town’s sheriff. Stiles was an imperactive kid who enjoyed videogames, Star Wars and pretending to be a detective like his father.

This summer he was very excited because he managed to convince his parents to enlist him in the Baseball Little League. Stiles adored baseball, he practiced with his bat every afternoon.

His mother Claudia drove him to the first training. Stiles was really excited, there were many kids, and the coach was really nice. Stiles did pretty good, all the practice had been worth it.

When his mother came to pick him up, Stiles said goodbye to  his teammates and went home. Stiles noticed a boy in the corner of the pitch. The boy’s name was Theo, Stiles knew him because they went to the same school. He usually acted shy and didn’t have many friends.

“Goodbye Theo! See you tomorrow!” Stiles shouted in Theo’s direction, waving his hand. The mentionated boy turned to look at Stiles, surprise in his face, after a few seconds he waved back.

At the next day at practice, when Stiles arrived Theo greeted him. “Hello Stiles” The boy said with a shy smile.

“Hello Theo!” Stiles saluted back returning the smile.

In that day’s practice one of the boys made Stiles trip when he was running to the third base. Stiles was on the groung fighting off the tears. He could hear some of the kids laughing, but then something surprised him.

“Hey! Apologise! You did it on purpose!” Theo shouted defending Stiles.

Coach lectured the boy who hit Stiles and sat him on the bench. Theo came to Stiles and offered him his hand to stand up.

“Thank you Theo” Stiles said and Theo smiled.

“We are teammates, right?” Theo asked

Stiles nodded and grinned. “Yeah, we’re friends” Stiles said and saw a shocked but happy expression in Theo’s face.

Stiles decided he wanted to be Theo’s friend. The had defended him and he seemed nice. Stiles also noticed that he had a Star Wars key chain in his backpack, so he had to be vool, because Star Wars was awesome.

That day when Stiles’s mother came to pick him up, Stiles babbled excitedly about the day while his mother looked a his with a fond smile.

“Mom I have to go to the bathroom very quickly” Stiles claimed.

“Okay Mischief, we can go” Claudia said walking towards the restrooms.

When Stiles exited the restrooms there were almost no kids left in the pitch.

Claudia took Stiles’s hand and the walked to the car but Stiles noticed a figure next to the bench. Stiles let go of his mother’s hand and ran to it. Getting closer Stiles could hear some sobs, then he saw who they belonged to.

“Theo?” Stiles questioned. Theo looked up, his eyes meeting Stiles’s. “Are you okay?” Stiles asked.

“Stiles… h-hi…” Theo muttered wipping off his tears.

“Mischief you can’t leave my side like that!” Claudia scolded his son, then she noticed the other boy. “Oh, hello, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Claudia asked.

“Theo was crying” Stiles explained to his mother.

“I-I’m fine.. really” Theo said getting up from the ground.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t look good, where are your parents?” Claudia asked looking around looking for them. Theo looked down at his hands not responding. “They haven’t arrived yet to pick you up?” Claudia questioned, Theo denied with his head.

“We’ll wait with you!” Stiles proclaimed taking Theos’ hand, pulling him towards the parking lot.

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to wait… It may take a while…They are working and busy…” Theo muttered.

“Do they make you wait a lot?” Claudia asked. She had a suspicious that she hoped wasn’t true. Theo looked down again with a sad face. Stiles didn’t want to see Theo sad.

“Mommy Theo can come with us right? I can show him my videogames!” Stiles suggested excited, sqeezing Theo’s hand. Theo looked at Stiles eyes widening full of enthusiasm.

Claudia glanced at the pair, Theo’s excitement about being invited by a friend over, had to mean that they boy didn’t experience it often. Claudia didn’t want to judge, but It seemed as if Theo’s parents were not taking proper care of their son. Claudia couldn’t just leave the boy there alone.

“It’s a good idea Mischief, we can call your parents to tell them that you went home with a friend” Claudia smiled. Stiles screamed in triumph hugging his teammate. Theo giggled and hugged Stiles back.

When the three of them arrived to the Stilinski household, Stiles didn’t wait any second to grab Theo and guide him towards his bedroom, where all his toys and games where kept.

Claudia took the chance to call his husband. “Hey Claudia what’s wrong?” Sheriff Stilisnki said picking up the phone.

“Can you look for the number of the Raeken family?” Claudia questioned.

“Sure if they live in Beacon Hills I could find that information, Why? What’s wrong?” Noah asked.

“Their son, Theo, he is in Stiles’s baseball team, and neither of the parents came to pick him up. I think it’s not the first time the kid had to wait alone many hours. I couldn’t leave him there Noah, I brought him home with me and Stiles, they are playing videogames.” Claudia explained the situation.

“Okay, okay, Do you want me to investigate?” Noah asked.

“N-no, I just, can you call the parents to tell them where their child is so they don’t worry?” Claudia said

“Of course. I’ll call you when I contact them. See you later” Noah said ending the call.

Claudia felt conflicted about the whole situation. Theo looked healthy and his clothes were clean and new. She didn’t think his parents were abusing him or anything of the sort, but there was something wrong. She walked upstairs to check on the kids. Before reaching Stiles’s bedroom she could hear the laughter and the screams as well as the noises coming from Stiles’s console, which brought a smile to her face. The children seemed to be having a great time, Claudia was glad that Stiles made a new friend.

An hour later Noah called Claudia to tell her that he couldn’t contact the parents. How could someone just forget about their precios boy like that? Claudia thought.

“Mom and Dad are coming?” Theo asked starling Claudia a little bit.

“Not yet sweetheart, Are you boys hungry?” Claudia asked. Stiles and Theo both nodded. “We’ll have pizza today” Claudia announced which caused Stiles to shout in happines and Theo to laugh at Stiles’s enthusiasm. “You’ll have dinner with us Theo” Claudia proclaimed.

Noah arrived home and Stiles jumped into his father’s arms. “Dad! Today’s baseball training was great! One of the kids push me but Theo defended me!” Stiles explained and Claudia could see Theo blushing when he was mentioned.

Noah laughed at his son’s imperactivity. “That’s great Stiles, and thanks Theo for being a good friend to Stiles” Noah said.

“Okay boy, go to wash your hands the pizza must be about to arrive” Claudia ordered and the kids chanted affirmatively running upstairs.

When the kids were out of sight Cladia looked at her husband. “I told the station to send me the call if Theo’s parent finaly pick up. It’s so weird, it’s like they are missing.” Noah explained. Claudia sighed worried.

The pizza arrived and The Stilinski family plus Theo seated on the table to eat. Theo had impecable manners, Stiles was his usual imperactive self, babbling words and gesturing a lot with his hands. Claudia saw that Theo looked at Stiles with a fond expression while he explained what his father’s job consisted in. In the middle of dinner the phone rang. The Raekens.

Noah answered. Theo’s smile fell from his face and Stiles also got quiet. “What’s wrong boys?” Claudia questioned.

“Theo is leaving?” Stiles asked.

“I suppose his parents will come to pick him up, yes” Claudia responded. Stiles pouted. “What’s wrong?”

“Can’t Theo stay to sleep?” Stiles asked. Claudia was about to answer that Theo should go with his family when she noticed Theo’s excited face. Claudia stood up and walked towards her husband.

Noah was talking on the phone with Theo’s mother. “Ask them if Theo can stay to sleep” Claudia whispered to her husband.

Noah looked confussed at his wife but nodded. The Raekens accepted.

“Theo can stay to sleep, go to wash yout teeth. Stiles give Theo a pijama” Claudia ordered the boys.

The boys went upstairs holding hands, Claudia huffed a laugh, loving the sight of the two adorable boys.

“Her mother told me that apparetly there was a missunderstood and that the father thought the mother was going to pick Theo up and the mother thought the father would do it.” Noah explained.

“I think Theo will come over more times, he and Stiles got along really well” Claudia told Noah.

In Stiles’s bedroom Stiles was looking trough his wardrobe for the perfect pijama for Theo. “Here! Found it!” Stiles exclaimed cheerfully. While handing the pijama to Theo. “It’s my favourite one! It’s Star Wars and it’s orange and blue, I love orange and blue” Stiles blurted.

Theo took the pijama and hugged it to his chest. “Thank you Stiles! I love orange too!” Theo said before changing his clothes.

The pair entered the bed and Claudia came to kiss them goodnight. “Sleep well boys!” She said turning off the lights.

Sties turned his face towards Theo’s figure. “Did you have fun?” he asked.

“Of course! It was the best day ever, thank you so much Stiles. You have a great family, they are so nice.” Theo said turning his face to look at Stiles as well.

“So that means we are friends right?” Stiles asked.

“I don’t have many friends…” Theo muttered.

“I think you’re cool! I like you Theo!” Stiles insisted.

“I really want to be your friend Stiles” Theo claimed.

“Then we are friends!” Stiles concluded grabbing Theo’s hand under the sheets.  Theo giggled and pushed playfully Stiles so he would fall out of bed, but Stiles hugged Theo tight to stop himself from falling. Both boys giggled out loud which made Noah shout to them to go to sleep.

The newly friends talked for hours in hushed whispers about, baseball, what they wanted to do during the summer, what they wanted to be when they grow up. They finaly felt asleep with their heads next to each other.

They could have been good friends but three men in masks intervined, creating a set of events that would end up separating the pair. But who knows what the furure holds, maybe Stiles and Theo will meet again and find their way back to each other.

[florenceandthemachine]

okay but jackson falling for single dad stiles (◕‿◕✿)

SO (and I feel like I’m going to be saying this a lot) HERES THE THING.

@jacksonstilinskis, as you can assume, the first time they meet is a fucking disaster.

It’s a disaster because Stiles moved to New York for his bachelor degree, partially in an attempt to chase the highest scholarship he was awarded and partially in an attempt to get the fuck out of Beacon Hills, the place that killed his mother, his father, and his best friend — and the place that left him with a squirming three month old less than a year after he graduates high school, a gift from the recently departed. 

He gets a major in Criminology and a minors in Mythological Studies, rocks the single father gig, and manages to teach Claudia (Scotts idea, Stiles had cried when he found out) what is okay to bite and what is not okay to bite, but getting into grad school is a whole other animal. 

It’s a disaster because Stiles decides to forgo taking out a mortgage in student loans and tries to save up for his masters program by joining up with the NYPD. They have amazing benefits, amazing child support, and a legal team that could kick anyones ass.

It’s a disaster because six years later, when Stiles and Jackson first meet, Stiles is in uniform (a uniform he looks damn good in, Jackson begrudgingly acknowledges) and Jackson’s Porsche just hit about 87 miles per hour in a 55.

The best part is (well, the best part if you ask Stiles — the worst part if you ask Jackson) is that Jackson has been pulled over hundreds of times before, and he always — always — gets out of it with a smile and a laugh and an apology, and Stiles could not give less of a fuck. Jackson breaks out all the tricks. The smile, the pout, the puppy eyes. He actually thinks it works for a second — Stiles is smiling back at him, and Jackson isn’t above tilting his head to get a better look at the way the uniform hugs him, but then Stiles is asking for his registration and insurance and Jackson’s smile falls into a scowl.

Finally, he brings out the big guns — he casually gestures to his scrubs, mentions he’s on his way to a surgery, because being top of his class at Harvard Medical had to count for something — and he really was in a rush, officer, he had to get to the patient right away. 

Stiles has the audacity to roll his eyes and laugh as he hands Jackson his ticket, and Jackson has to pretend that the sound didn’t make a shiver dance over his skin. “Well, I certainly hope you take more time and care with your patient then you do on your commute. Have a better day.”

The cruiser follows him all the way to the hospital, and Jackson feels a moment of petty anger before he realizes that the 23rd Precinct is basically right across Park Avenue from Mount Sinai Hospital. If he looks out the window of his office, he can see a steady stream of police cars going in and out of the underground garage. 

Huh. 

—

Jackson allowed himself a full week to whine to everyone who would listen about his ticket after he plea bargained it down, but then even he got tired of sulking —

(“I am not sulking, Laura.”

“It was over a month ago. You are absolutely sulking, you baby.”)

— sulking over who he had only thought of as Officer Asshole. Who the fuck gives a speeding ticket to a doctor, a doctor that was on his way to surgery?

Not that Jackson had actually been on his way to surgery. He was never in a rush to surgery, because he was never late to surgery, because he barely left the hospital on his days off, let alone a day he had a surgery scheduled. 

Either way, that was months ago, and even Jackson couldn’t hold a grudge that long. He was in rotation today — Mount Sinai may have been one of the best hospitals in the nation, but it was first and foremost a children's hospital, and being in rotation — and seeing the people that they were helping, the kids they were helping, really helped bring that home to everyone. 

He grabbed the next clipboard off of a stack and pushed open the door to the waiting room, taking count of all the parents and kids waiting for everything from a bruised knee (helecoptor parents) to any number of fakers (midterm season was rough on everyone).

“Claudia and Stiles... Stilinski?”

What the hell was a Stiles?

Jackson only had half a moment to think about it before a dark head popped up, a child that couldn’t have been more than six in his arms, and Jackson almost felt resentful when he realized that he was staring at Officer Asshole again. And Officer Asshole had a kid, who looked absolutely miserable, and Officer Asshole looked miserable in proxy to his kid, and Jackson really needed to start thinking of him as a “Stiles” before he accidentally called him officer Asshole out loud. 

Jackson guided them back to an exam room full of stuffed toys and bright colors on the wall, letting Stiles take his time setting Claudia down on the bench before sitting right beside her. He introduced himself and smiled down to Claudia — who had a low fever and was squirming uncomfortably, rubbing her little hands against her flushed cheeks, and Jackson would never think that was not cute. Even a sick kid was a cute kid, and though this kid was sick...

“...it’s nothing to be worried about. Kids get sick all the time, and it sucks, but it happens.” Jackson said, using his full soothing doctor voice on Stiles, who looked at the same time utterly relieved and totally embarrassed. 

He confirmed as much as he stood up, taking a prescription from Jackson for some children's medicine to help bring Claudia’s fever down, shaking his head slowly. “Sorry. It was probably overkill to bring her to a hospital, but I’m still pretty new to this parenting thing. I just... I don’t know, I have a tendency to assume the worst, after... well. I just do.”

Jackson almost laughs again, shaking his head. “Don’t ever apologize for advocating for your kid. It’s the best thing you can do, next to pulling over innocent doctors who definitely aren't speeding.” He reaches out to shake Stiles hand, dazzling smile on his face, and Stiles’ blooms into recognition. 

“You’re the doctor! The doctor I pulled over. Sorry, I forget names and faces, but I could never forget that smile.” Stiles said, a grin on his own face, shaking Jackson’s hand for a few seconds before his eyes widened in horror, yanking his hand back. “Oh god. That sounded so creepy, I’m so sorry, she’s kept me up for three days straight. I didn’t mean it in a weird way. I just—uh, I have to go. Thank you again! Please don’t think I'm some freak in a uniform!” he says, almost tripping over a nurse as he backs out of the room. 

Jackson is grinning even wider, a real smile splitting his face, and he can’t help but call after him. “The coffee cart on 102nd is great for long nights. Favorite for all on call doctors and most of the boys in blue.”

Stiles smiles weakly and gives a thumbs up, disappearing down the stairway. 

Officer Asshole — Stilinski, he reminded himself — wasn’t just hot, he was actually kind of cute. He was a cute dad. 

Jackson was kind of fucked.

—

Jackson is sitting on a bench on 102nd Avenue, looking up at the dark night sky, when a danish lands in his lap. Jackson just looks at it for a minute — he’s just finishing up a thirty hour shift, and he’s only vaguely sure what’s real anymore — before he looks up, staring dumbly at the cup of coffee extended to him. 

“It’s uh, a peace offering. And an apology? I mean, I’m not sorry for writing you a ticket. You were speeding. But I am sorry for calling you Doctor Dickbag for like a week afterward. But that medicine you gave me had Claudia back to her giggly self in no time, so I think you’re even. With yourself.”

It’s Stilinski, and judging by his pressed uniform, styled hair, and bright (if not nervous) smile, he’s just getting on shift while Jackson is mentally checking out of his own. 

As soon as he puts two and two together, Jackson gratefully takes the cup and takes a too long swig of what tastes like frothy sugar milk, almost gagging as he looks at Stiles like he had been poisoned. “What the hell is this, a hot milkshake? Oh god, I should have known you were the type who drinks hot sugar, not coffee.”

Stiles has the audacity to laugh as he sits beside Jackson, and the two of them fall into easy, if shallow, conversation. They talk about work, and themselves, and soon Stiles is checking his watch with an apology, because his shift starts at 4 and he has to get into the precinct. 

Jackson watches as he stands up and puts on his fancy police hat, and later, he’ll blame it on sleep deprivation, but he calls out after Stiles’ retreating form. 

“So, coffee and a danish, maybe breakfast next time? I’ll buy.”

Stiles stops and turns, looking Jackson over, and he grins as he nods his head, even if his cheeks are pink. “It’s a date.” He winks and turns back around, and Jackson actually feels goosebumps on the back of his neck.

Oh, Jackson was fucked. He flops back on the bench and smiles to himself, before frowning, whirling around to yell at Stiles’ retreating backside. 

“Wait, what the fuck do you mean you were calling me Doctor Dickbag?!”

—

They manage to have several coffee / breakfast / here’s a meal dates, and Jackson is almost proud of their timing—Stiles kisses Jackson on date number two, a quick peck that leaves Jackson’s world on it’s edge as he grins at Stiles blushing backside as he speaks rapid fire into his radio, now buzzing with life. It’s cute on their first date, but gets old by their fourth date, they manage to kiss for almost twenty seconds in the ambulance bay at Mount Sinai before Jackson’s pager goes off. He groans and pulls away, glaring at the device as though it personally offended him, and Stiles laughs as he brings Jackson’s hands up to kiss Jackson’s knuckles. 

“Go, go save lives. But, uh, if you were free on Thursday, I was thinking... maybe we could have our next date at my place? I’ve already got Mrs. Bobrowski on speed dial to babysit.” Stiles says, his tone confident even if he’s chewing his lip nervously. It’s a trick question — Stiles is off, and Stiles knows that Jackson is off, and Stiles already secured a babysitter, and Jackson can feel Stiles eyes dipping back from his lips to the low V of his scrub top, and Jackson wastes no time before agreeing wholeheartedly. 

“It’s a date.” he murmurs against Stiles lips, squeezing his ass through the uniform, and Stiles squeaks in appreciation as he swats Jackson toward the hospital doors. 

Thursday rolls around and Jackson puts on a tight pair of jeans, a button down shirt with far too many buttons undone to be decent, and adds just a drop of cologne to his pulse point. He looks good. He feels good. He buys flowers, for fucks sake, which means that of course when he knocks on Stiles door, Stiles is wearing a ratty tee shirt and sweats and has a pained look on his face. 

“Jackson, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bobrowski cancelled on me and I couldn’t get another sitter and I wanted to call you and tell you but I left my phone at the station and—”

Stiles looks miserable, and that’s all Jackson needs to know he’s telling the truth, that he truly is sorry, and that he’s going to tell Jackson “another time”, like having a kid involved would ruin a dinner date. Jackson takes a split second before shutting Stiles up with a kiss, brushing past him with a grand flourish as he says Claudia in the living room, bending down to give her first choice on Stiles flowers.

Stiles just stands in the doorway, stunned, looking as Jackson goes to the kitchen, Claudia skipping along happily behind him, excitedly waving her new purple flower in the air. 

“Jackson, you don’t have to—”

“Stilinski, you have three seconds to shut up and tell me where to find a vase, and then tell me how I can help you with dinner.” Jackson says expectantly, and Stiles feels something warm curl around his chest.

—

They have dinosaur nuggets and carrots and peas for dinner, and Jackson loves it. 

They watch a Disney movie and Jackson holds Stiles hand on the couch, and he loves it.

Stiles puts Claudia to bed and then turns to Jackson with such a hungry look in his eye, he can hardly blink before Stiles has him pulled into his bedroom, and fuck, Jackson loves it. 

They barely get each other naked before they tumble into bed, and Stiles is rubbing against him so deliciously, and Jackson mouthes at his neck and bites at his pulse, and he would almost be ashamed of how quickly he comes, his body warm against Stiles, thrusting against his hips, but Stiles is right behind him, and they’re warm and sticky and have a mess on their abdomens. 

Jackson just looks at Stiles in surprise, and they both stare a moment before they’re both laughing, desperately trying to stifle the sound so they don’t wake Claudia. Jackson wipes them clean with something on the floor (”that's my shirt, you ass!” Stiles basically squawks) and then they both lay there in bed, listening to the sounds of the city from the window, and Stiles starts to talk. 

He tells them about his best friend Scott and his wife Allison that married right out of high school, and Allison who got pregnant before her first day at UCLA. He tells them about how after Claudia was born, they made Stiles the godparent, and then left Claudia in his care while they went on a much-delayed honeymoon to the coast, and then he tells them about how a little gas leak in the hotel robbed him of his two best friends and robbed Claudia of her parents. 

He goes through it quickly — “what happened then sucks, but there’s no sense in wishing it was different” — but it brings him to his next point, lying with his head on Jackson’s chest, fingers tracing the lines across his stomach. 

“Usually, guys run like hell when I say daughter. I’m a 26 year old cop with a 6 year old kid, and something about that is terrifying. Not that I think you’re going to be terrified, but—”

“Stiles, if this is the part of the show where you tell me that you and Claudia are a package deal, can it. I know. I’m not mad about it. Hell, I’ve already fooled you into thinking I’m more than just a dickwad, I’m not backing out now, I’ve put too much work into this.” Jackson snarks, and Stiles looks at him for a minute like he was crazy before he reads into Jackson’s facial expression, and his smile softens again. 

“You’re still a dickwad. Doctor Dickwad.” Stiles says, playfully squeezing Jackson’s side. “But I guess I can keep you around as long as Claudia finds you useful.” he says with a dreamy sign, nosing along Jackson’s jawline once more.

Jackson just grins and turns to kiss him, taking a moment to realize—

he was so, so fucked.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you have any fics where Derek is a playboy who meets stiles and wants to date him? Preferably no angst

AND

Anonymous said:Looking for Sterek, poor as dirt Stiles finding it difficult to integrate with and get accepted by filthy rich Hales. Or any fics that have Stiles surviving extreme poverty and getting rescued by the Hale pack or family.

Not a lot of playboy!derek so I went with rich!Derek. - Anastasia

Bed Side Manners by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(1/1 I 3,443 I Explicit)

I have a prompt for you. I would love a story about playboy Derek who has an accident while speeding through Beacon Hills and has to recover at Stiles bed and breakfast by orders of her father.Derek is instantly attracted to Stiles she on the other hand doesn't like him or so she claims.This is of course Sterek endgame and feel free to make it smutty and from Derek point of view.Thank you

Born Under A Blood Moon by lowlifetheory

(13/13 I 47,282 I Mature I Sterek)

Playboy Derek is called away from his luxury lifestyle back to his family in Beacon Hills. Not home four hours he gets an offer he can’t refuse and his life is changed forever.

Mr Hale by SephrinaRose

(26/26 I 52,337 I Teen)

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale's bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Or in which...

Stiles is a Columbia college student with photographic memory, who hates people that use and abuse others with their power. One day when he is forced to be in the same room as the King Of DickBags: Mr Hale, of Hale Magazine, he gives him a piece of his mind...only to find that it was a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.

Or is it?

Married at First Glance by WonderWolf

(14/14 I 63,538 I Explicit)

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

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

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

(A Married at First Sight AU)

He's My Best Friend; Also My Tormentor by TheRoaringWolf

(31/? I 88,526 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Stiles and Derek were best friends. Growing up next door neighbours to each other they did everything together. They watched their first R rated movie together, drank their first stolen beer together, they were always at each others side. Then out of blue Derek turned on Stiles. He shut him out of his life and began to torment him; shoved him against the lockers in the hall, spread humiliating lies about him to the school, Derek made it his mission to make Stiles' life a living Hell.

Why? Stiles would ask himself that question everyday for the last three years. He had done nothing to cause this. He had loved Derek when all of a sudden he was pushed out of his life.

One night, years later, Stiles is sitting by his bedroom window watching Derek's silent house, remembering the days of their friendship, when one mistake will cause everything in Stiles' life to be turned upside down and can only watch helplessly as everything falls apart.

Through the Dark by WriteByNight

(11/? I 93,401 I Explicit)

Stiles is down on his luck and out of money, just trying to finish his last year of college. Out of ideas, he goes to donate his sperm and meets Derek Hale, who is looking for a surrogate to carry his and his infertile girlfriend's baby. Stiles is instantly attracted to the alpha werewolf, but pushes his feelings to the side in order to fulfill Derek's dream for children.

Derek and Stiles grow close, but try to deny the feelings growing for one another because as soon as the pregnancy is over Stiles will have to give the baby over to Derek and Braeden, and walk out of their lives. However, the closer he gets to his due date, the harder it is to come to terms that he'll have to let go of the man he's come to love.

What We Called Love by jadore_hale

(8/8 I 105,140 I Explicit)

He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence. And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.

Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.

Or the one where Danny is Miley Cyrus, Dylan Sprouse, Justin Beiber, and Kanye West all in one.

Magical Encounters by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 105,745 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

“Shut up and talk to me.”

Spark laughed, and it made Derek’s muscles relax even more. God, even just his voice was enough to calm him down. Derek wished their relationship wasn’t what it was. He knew it could never be anything more, but he wished they’d met under different circumstances.

“Well, which is it? Shut up, or talk to you? Or did you need a little bit of relief?” Spark’s voice lowered and it shot straight to Derek’s groin. “Are you in need of some other services, Derek?”

“Don’t do that,” Derek snapped. He hadn’t meant for it to come out so hostile, but Spark didn’t often use that voice with him. His ‘service’ voice. The one he used to get people off. When Derek was having a normal day, he didn’t mind it so much, but today? No, today he felt it go straight to his dick and he did not want to do that to Spark. He didn’t.

He fucking didn’t!

“Sorry, sorry,” Spark said quickly. “Yeesh, it was a bad day, huh? Okay, no problem, let’s make you happy again. As happy as a grumpy motherfucker like you can be, anyway.”

Mr Hale by Pigeonpost

(!3/13 I 112,196 I Mature)

Derek Hale is a wealthy and respected member of the British Upper Class in 1796. He is stunningly handsome, elegant, sophisticated, athletic and intelligent. Hale is master of the vast Nemeton estate in Derbyshire and greatly envied. Unfortunately Hale is not a people person, arrogant, opinionated, blunt to the point of rudeness, confident, dominant, self-centered and aloof he does not make friends easily, but is loyal and protective to those he cares about. When his close friend Jordan Parrish takes a house in the country, Derek finds himself thrown into the society of the Stilinski family. The sisters: Lydia, Allison and Erica, sons: Stiles and Isaac and their parents-the long-suffering Noah and the social climbing nightmare, Claudia. Unmarried, Derek is considered a prize catch, but he only has eyes for Stiles....

(You may never think of Mr Darcy the same again!)

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale

(19/19 I 153,381 I Explicit)

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

[fuckingthefictional]

Dating Stiles Stilinski would include.

So you and Stiles have known each other since you were in diapers 

Your mom was really close with Stiles’ mom, they’d gone to school together and had been friends for yearsss

 so when you were born Claudia and Noah were put down as your Godparents.

You were each other’s first kiss at age 3 

When you entered kindergarten you met Scott and the 3 musketeers were born

Holy shit you punched a boy in your class because he stole Stiles’ juice carton this was the point where Stiles began to fall  in love

S l e e p o v e r s 

You got closer when Stiles’ mom died

Convincing him that he wasn’t the reason that his mom died.

Stiles got bullied in elementary school because of his ADHD and Anxiety and he’d get really insecure.

“You shouldn’t be friends with me Y/N.”

“No! You’re my loveable hyperactive spaz.”

He was always in love with you but holy shit that peaked when you hit age 12 and puberty kicked in

“Since when did Y/N have boobs?”

“Stiles shut up she’ll hear you!?”

Your sleepovers abruptly came to an end because your parents and Sherriff Stilinski thought it was iNnApRoPriAte

Didn’t stop you though…

You told eachother everything apart from the fact that you liked eachother

At least once a week you’d have dinner at the Stilinski’s

When freshmen year started you made a promise with Scott and Stiles that you’d never break apart.

Pinky promises were the ultimate promise that you could not break

You always had a compartment in your school bag that had a spare inhaler for Scott and some adderall for stiles just in case they needed it.

You once accidentally left the curtains and blinds opened to your room when you were getting changed.

And Stiles saw you in your new lacy underwear dancing around your room

Let’s just say he had to um relieve himself

When he was in the heat of the moment he may or may not have texted you

‘nice underwear Y/N/N that colour really suits you ;)’

You didn’t know whether to feel mortified or proud over it??

When exam or test season came around you became the most stressed out of the 3 of you.

Like to the point where you had to be taken out of a class because you just had a complete panic attack and breakdown.

And Stiles immediately followed you out and cradled you in his lap, rocking you back and forth.

“Follow the sound of my voice Y/N/N, focus on my heartbeat.”

He’d press kisses on your forehead, on you cheeks, your nose, you jaw, your shoulder and you neck.

That’s when you knew that you were in love with him.

So you did what any rational person would do and you kissed him.

Classic Stiles being a witty little shit and mumbling something about using this ‘strategy’ with you whenever either of you felt anxious.”

You rolling your eyes and kissing him again in response.

When you’d calmed down again you both just decided to skip school and go back to his house

Spending the rest of the day in his bed just cuddling and kissing making out

Make out sessions in the back of his jeep

Make out sessions in the restrooms 

Make out sessions on his desk

Make out sessions on the kitchen counters

H i c k i e s

He’d constantly have his hand in the back pocket of your jeans

You’d find yourself going out and playing lacrosse with Scott and Stiles

His lacrosse jersey is basically like a dress on you

The type of boyfriend that would drag you out into the rain and mess around in puddles

Ok but on more than one occasion he’s parked the jeep in the middle of nowhere and turned the radio up and you’d just dance in the middle of the road.

Discovering that Scott is a werewolf together.

Being an immediate part of Scott’s pack

When Allison joined the school and started dating Scott you played the overprotective sister role and had words with her.

“Allison, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Just wanted to warn you that if you ever hurt Scott then you’ll be a dead woman.”

“Oh…Good to know?”

After that you Lydia and Allison got closer you’d earned their respect after showing nerve

Lydia and Allison most definitely picked out outfits for your dates with stiles.

Lydia has taken you lingerie shopping more than once.

“You should get this set.”

“Lyd I love you but I’ve not got the body for this.”

“I reckon stiles thinks differently.”

You end up buying it anyway.

Everytime you go on dates with stiles he picks you up and brings you flowers.

He looks at you like you’re a jewel

Petnames

“Love”

“Batman”

“Angel”

“Babe”

“Doll”

“Honey”

“Baby Girl”

“Guys Please stop it’s so sickening I might die!”

Let’s face it you’d purposely annoy the crap out of Derek

You have wit and sarcasm to rival your boyfriend.

He has a period tracker on his phone and he is the most understanding boyfriend

On the days that you get your period he comes over with food, flowers, chocolate, movies and blankets and he’ll just give you cuddles.

He’s the type of boyfriend that would run you a warm bubble bath when you had really bad cramps.

He definitely has spare pads, tampons and painkillers in his bag.

“Y/N have you seen my red flannel?”

“Nope...Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You both have a section of your wardrobes dedicated for the others clothes.

You were each other’s firsts 

He actually trusts you to drive his jeep

It happened when you had both found out about the virgin sacrifices 

“Stiles, I’m scared.”

“We have each other. You will always have me.”

“Stiles love, I want you. I need you.” yikes I’m sorry

Mind blowing sex

Jeep sex

Morning sex

Shower sex

Oof you have definitely had more than a few close calls with papa Stilinski walking in on you and Stiles

Being like family to Noah basically the daughter he never had

Your parents have actually asked when you and Stiles will get married or have a baby

“Mom I’m still in school wtf”

On your birthday Stiles gets you a promise ring.

“I want you to be mine, I want to be yours. I’ve been dreaming of being your husband since we had our first kiss.”

When you finally get engaged he 100% uses his mom’s old engagement ring.

I’m not Crying you Are

Talking about your future together.

Lmao the pack being so jealous of your relationship

You’d watch star wars together and bitch about twats at school

“Jackson Whittemore? More like Jackass Whittewhore!”

“Why am I with you again?”

Stiles would find himself just looking at you with love.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Did you just?!”

Overall Stiles Stilinski treating you like the damn Queen that he knows  you are.

[imagine-the-feels]

Coming Back Home

Request:   Can I ask for a Derek Hale imagine? YN is Stiles older sister and she's known Derek since kids, BUT she became a witch (we need those in the show ) and went away to study her craft. when she came back, she helps the Pack and her and Derek finally confess their feelings. what do you think?

A/N: I am so bad at being on time someone help meeee. This also got angstier than I expected.

Word Count: 2,888

Warnings: Angst, Derek is a case (briefly)...and fluff

You knew it’d been awhile since you’d gone back to your home town. As you drove past the welcome sign, you felt an immediate shift of energy in the atmosphere around you, and the hair on you arms rose. The power within you stirred, and you fought down a shiver that crawled up the back of your neck.

Welcome back to Beacon Hills.

You were, in simple terms, a witch. Someone who had raw power coursing through their veins since birth, who could harness it into physical energy and spells in the world around you. You had been currently studying your craft in a secluded part of Canada, until your father had called for you to come back home.

The day you had found out about your abilities had been the day your adoptive mother Claudia Stilinski had passed away, and your adoptive father found you in the basement of the hospital surrounded by an green energy that looked poised to kill. He had eventually calmed you down, but soon he got you the help he couldn’t give you. He visited you as much as he could so that Stiles wouldn’t ask many questions. You both wanted him far away from the supernatural world, but it seemed from your Dad’s updates the attempts were futile.

Memories both good and bad flooded your senses as you drove through the streets of Beacon Hills, driving a nostalgic feeling into you as you remembered your childhood. From hot days of summer outing with the family, to getting into insurmountable trouble with mini Scott and Stiles, to falling in love with a young Derek Hale before you had to leave.

With all this going through your brain, you had to momentarily take a breather to have it not overwhelm you. Eventually you had reached your destination of the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department, and you took a deep breath before putting the car in park and walking into the station.

It seemed busy enough that no one saw you make a beeline straight to your Dad’s office, where you saw yourself facing the backs of Scott and Stiles while your Dad had an exhausted look on his face.

“So you’re telling me,” he sighed. “That Derek took a dip in the fountain of youth?”

“No,” Stiles corrected. “He was contained in a tomb full of Wolfsbane. In Mexico. In Aztec Ruins. Underneath a church.”

“Goddamn,” your Dad groaned, catching your eye and giving an expression that said “Do you see what I’m dealing with?”

“Well it’s a good thing I called in backup for you boys,” Sheriff Stilinski nodded towards you, and both boys turned around.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled, grabbing you into his arms and burying his face into your hair. “Welcome back!” He mumbled, and you smiled, giving him one more big squeeze before stepping back to hug Scott.

“So who’s our backup?” Stiles questioned, and your Dad and you shared an eyeroll before you went over to give him a bear hug.

“I think it might be your sister,” Scott mumbled, and Stiles raised an eyebrow.

“My sister.” He stated, and everyone nodded. “(Y/N), who’s been away to a boarding school in Canada, is our backup for our supernatural problems. I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m literally right here Stiles,” you interrupted, but  he brushed it off.

“Dad,” he protested. “What can she possibly know about the supernatural?”

“A lot more than you might think Son,” he replied before looking down at you. “Do you wanna tell him or should I?”

“Tell me what?”

“My sister. (Y/N). Is a witch.”

“Stiles,” Scott warned from the passenger seat of the jeep, while Stiles drove to his house with you in the back. 

“My sister. (Y/N). Is Shego reincarnate.”

“Does that make Lydia Kim Possible?” Scott wondered.

“With you as Ron and my brother as Rufus the Naked Mole Rat?” You spoke up, giggling at the look on Stiles’ face.

“I do not appreciate that,” he mumbled.

“I don’t appreciate you talking about me like I’m not right here,” You shot back.

“Well you never are anyway,” Stiles snapped. “You’re never home and the one time you actually are you‘re dropping this bomb onto me like I’m not your brother and shouldn’t have already known!”

The air in the jeep became silent and tense, and you sighed. “Stiles---”

“It doesn’t matter anyways,” he muttered, resting is elbow on the car door. “Nothing ever does anymore does it.”

Surprised by the sudden turn of events, you sat back and looked out your window without another word. Before things could get tenser than it already was, Scott spoke up and started to fill you in on the situation.

Things got even more awkward when you came face-to-face with Derek Hale---who hadn’t aged a day since you last saw him. And while it was a nice memorable moment, you knew that’s not how it’s supposed to be.

The good news, he seemed just as awestruck to see you as you were to see him. 

“Goddamn,” he mumbled, a tiny smile lifting the corner of his lips. “I’m so glad I’m hitting that in the future.”

You choked on your own saliva at his words, rubbing the back of your neck while Stiles started whistling and Scott took a new interest in the floor. 

“I’m gonna go...get my laptop to start researching anything we missed,” Scott spoke up, turning around quickly and leaving. 

“I’m going to order pizza, and help him,” Stiles said right after, leaving just as suddenly.

Opening your mouth to call out after them, you couldn’t summon the words and when you turned back around Derek was sporting a confused look on his face. 

“When do you get back?” He questioned. “The last thing I remember is your Dad telling me you left to Boarding School up north...so when did you get back?”

You look down at your shoes, toeing your feet into the living room carpet. “You know, I’m not very good with keeping track of time, and I can’t remember---”

“Bullshit,” Derek interrupted, walking up to you where he still towered over you for about an inch. “You dig your toes into the ground when you’re lying. I know you that well enough.” He paused, raising his hand slowly to grasp your chin and bringing it up so you could meet his gaze. “Tell me the truth.”

You bit your lip shaking slightly because you knew just how angry he’d be. You didn’t say goodbye to him in the past for the exact same reason, and telling him you never came back was something you never thought you’d have to explain. But looking deep into his eyes and remembering all the time you both had together as well as the time lost, you felt a deep pull of regret in your gut. Why didn’t you come back?

“I never did,” you whispered, and you saw young Derek’s face morph into one of confusion and betrayal. He took a step back from you, taking a seat onto Scott’s couch while clasping his hands tightly.

“You...you never came back,” he repeated, slower. He looked up to meet your eyes, and you saw they reflected yours: brimming with unshed tears. “Not even for me?”

“I didn’t---I didn’t know if you wanted me back,” you stuttered. “If anyone wanted me to be back. I’m...dangerous, I’m unnatural---”

“And I’m not?!” He exclaimed. “I’m not everything you just described to me? I’m a werewolf (Y/N). I’m pretty sure you can’t get any worse than turning into a beast with fangs, claws, and a bloodlust every full moon.”

“You’ve  been that way your whole life!” You argued with him, your face burning in pent up emotions you’ve kept in. “Your family has been preparing for you to turn since you were born, they knew what to do! You didn’t have to be sent away to another country to try and control unnatural powers you had no idea you had!”

Your hands grasped at the back of your neck, and you started to pace while lifting your head to the ceiling. The tears were on the edge of rolling down your cheeks, and no matter how you tried, they fell as you continued to speak. “You didn’t have to leave behind your little brother---a spastic little boy who is literally a third of my world. You didn’t have to leave behind your father---the only parent figure I had  left alive, who had to lose his daughter right after his wife. You--you didn’t have to leave the boy you loved---who I dreamed of seeing again every night I was away.” 

You stopped, and a heavy silence fell within the house. You turned your back to Derek to avoid his burning gaze, breathing heavily. In the corner of your eye you saw your father in the doorway to the McCall house, and Stiles squatting on the staircase with unshed tears glistening in his eyes. Your breath hitched when you met their gazes, and you saw the anguish and regret in your Dad’s eyes...and the pure sorrow in Stiles’.

“You weren’t scared,” you mumbled to them. “Of what you could do to the people you loved if you so much as lifted a finger the wrong way. You didn’t have to wonder if they even wanted you back if you didn’t have the proper control.” 

You let the final tears slip down your cheeks before turning back to the boy who hadn’t changed since the time you left. “I’m sorry I never came back,” you breathed. “But I’m here now, I’m finally home and that’s what matters.”

You had a long talk with Stiles and your Dad. A long needed one that was filled with tears, apologies, laughs, and just all around love that you’ve missed for so long.

Pretty soon you were stable enough with your family to focus on Derek again, who hadn’t spoken a word to you since the day of your outburst. You’ve spent afternoons going through your spell books with him in Scott’s livingroom, with barely a word passed between the two of you. You both glanced at each other longingly when the other wasn’t looking, believing the spark that had once been so tangible between the two of you was inevitably gone.

“Anything yet?” Scott walked in, with the rest of the pack on his trail.

You sighed, throwing the book you were reading onto the coffee table before running both your hand downs your face. “Barely. I found something, but it’s not much to go by.”

“Anything is better than nothing,” Malia replied.

You looked towards younger Derek, to find him already staring at you. You looked away immediately, leaning forward onto your knees and wringing your hands. “Derek needs some sort of...”alarm” per say to awake his original form. This chick, Kate, has put him in a critical period of his life where he trusts her, and he needs to be reminded/given a reason to go back to the way he was.”

“You could date my sister without it being illegal if you go back to your original form,” Stiles spoke up. “That should be enough motivation.”

“Stiles,” you and Derek reprimanded.

“So, basically, we have to scare Derek into being older again?” Kira questioned, and you shrugged. 

“Essentially, yes.”

“Well this is good,” Scott gave you a small smile. “We sort of have a plan now, and we have a direction of where to go. For now, everyone should get some sleep. We did good today.”

You don’t remember how you got to the school, how you met up with Peter, or how you even remembered to put on socks before your shoes. All you remember is a blur of Scott and Malia waking the pack up to announce that Derek had gone missing, and now, here all 4 of your were, in the Beacon High School entrance steps.

After a frantic conversation with each other, you all were frozen as a humanoid creature with an animal skull on the head stood at the bottom of the steps with a menacing aura. 

“A Berserker,” you whispered, stepping back cautiously. You heard Peter curse underneath his breath, retreating with you. 

Malia growled, and Scott tensed.

“There’s only one, so that means we have a chance,” Peter said. 

“Of killing it?” Malia took a step forward, but you caught her arm and threw her behind you.

“No,” you breathed. “Of surviving. Go! I’ll hold it off as long as possible.”

“I can’t leave you--” Scott tried to protest, but once you turned your glare on him, your eyes a piercing green, he nodded reluctantly, turning and running with the others.

Almost as soon as they left you sent a small defensive blast of green energy towards the Berserker, causing it to stumble down a few steps---enough for you to run after Scott.

Too soon, you caught up to them on another set of stairs, and on the landing you all were surrounded by three of the Bersekers, with Peter nowhere to be found. You held your hands up in a protective shield, watching them all as Malia and Scott where on the ground hurt.

One stepped forward and you shot a blast in the shape of  a blade towards it, causing the monster to be thrown back into the wall. Without looking to see what happened to it next, you turned swiftly to kick the next one as hard as you could in its exposed stomach. The blow only made it pause, and soon, you were in hand to hand combat with the thing---you dodging and throwing jabs as often as possible.

Suddenly, you heard Scott’s frightened shout for Kira, and for a quick moment you turned to see her be thrown to the floor by the other Berserker. That moment of distraction allowed the one you fought against to slash you across the abdomen. In a startled cry, you bent over instinctively, only to have the Berseker kick you into the air, where you were sent flying back into the railing. The hard impact sent blood pooling from your temple, as you desperately grasped your stomach.

Malia scrambled over to you, holding down pressure while trying to reassure you. “(Y/N), we’re gonna get you out of here, this is going to be fine----” her voice cracked as she assessed how deep the wound was,and you grit your teeth in a failed attempt of caging a large cry.

Down below, your cry held Derek’s attention. “(Y/N),” he whispered in worry, taking a step towards the entrance.

“Derek! Focus on me,” Kate barked urgently. “Where is it!”

“I don’t care!” He yelled back. “That was (Y/N)! There’s something wrong.”

Without another word, he ran out, following the scent of pheromones as well as blood---your blood. His heart pounded in his ears as he pushed himself harder. When he found the Berserkers closing in on his friends, with you losing blood and fast, all he saw was red. He slashed, kicked, punched all he could, and there were vague moments of transformation he pushed away.

Before he knew it, a call had the Berserkers both running away, and he was staring after them, panting heavily.

“Derek?” Scott called tentatively, and he was snapped back to reality. he rushed over to where you lay shaking, hands covered in blood---too much blood. He brought you to his chest and lifted you bridal style, tensing when he heard your cry of pain.

“Shh,” he soothed. “You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.” His heart clenched when your eyes fluttered open, and you gave him a side smile.

“Took you long enough, Babe,” you mumbled, causing a genuine laugh to burst from his mouth.

“You shouldn’t be the one blaming me for being late,” he replied, and you gave him a rueful smile before grimacing. “Okay, we gotta get you help sunshine.”

By the time you woke up, it looked like it was in the middle of the afternoon. The thing you noticed the most was that you were in your own room in your Dad’s house, and Derek was staring at you, at your bedside while holding your hand.

“You always did sleep in,” he whispered, and you grinned at him. Slowly, you moved your body to face his, trying to hold in the slight winces of pain that you could tell Derek heard.

“How much do you remember?” You said quietly, your eyes hopeful. 

Derek leaned forward, using his free hand to stroke your hair before he looked at you softly. “Everything.” 

When he noticed you closing your eyes in pain at the memories he placed his face directly in front of yours. “Hey,” he called, and you opened your eyes slowly. “I love you,” he declared firmly, and your eyes built up with tears for like the fourth time this week. “I’ve never stopped loving you, and a few years of you being absent isn’t going to change that. Because now that you’re back, I intend to make up for every lost minute we had.”

A lone tear fell down your cheek, and you nodded. “I love you too, Derek.” 

He left a lingering kiss on your forehead, before leaning back. “Thank God.”

[freeyourheartandsoul]

That’s How You Know.

Prompt: Hi love! Can I request a story with Stiles (in a relationship with reader) asking his dad how he knew Claudia was the one? – anon

Author’s Note: Hi! So I loved this! However, I wasn’t sure how much interaction you wanted the reader to have. I took it as mostly a Stiles and his dad sort of thing, but I did squeeze the reader in a little bit. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and requesting! :)

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That’s How You Know.

Stiles walks into the dining room where his dad has set up their takeout dinner. It’s his first night back for the summer, and his dad made sure to order from Stiles’ favorite Chinese joint downtown. Cartons and bags of sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, Lo Mein, egg rolls, and beef and broccoli cover the dining table. It may seem like a lot of food for just two guys, but it will get eaten. It always does when they sit down for their father son dinners. Those dinners may be few and far between these days with Stiles being away at George Washington University, but they manage to squeeze one in whenever Stiles is in town. All the food gives them an excuse to catch up on life.

“So, how’s (Y/N)?” The sheriff asks his son as he takes a seat at the table.

“She’s good. Said she’ll be here in a week or two after she spends some time with her family,” Stiles answers. He slides his phone in his pocket and takes the seat diagonal from his father. “She says hello.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see her again,” Noah says with a smile. “I like her. She’s a great girl. Keeps you in line,” he finishes with a grin towards his son as he puts some Lo Mein on his plate.

Stiles laughs, “I know you do. Whenever I call, you always spend more time talking to her than me.” He jokes before taking a sip of his soda.

“What can I say? I’ve known you for twenty-one now. She’s more interesting to talk to,” his father jokes back with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Gee, thanks, pops.” They both laugh as they start their meal and enjoy the banter.

(Y/N) and Stiles met three and a half years ago in D.C. when he was in the middle of his FBI program and she was moving into the dorms at GW. He helped her with some boxes since her parents didn’t make the drive up from New Orleans with her. From that point on, they bonded over majoring in criminal justice, their love of Star Wars and all things superheroes, and how they both lost someone close to them at a young age – he his mother and she her brother. A few months after getting settled into college life, he asked her out to pizza and to see The Amazing Spider-Man. They’ve been together ever since.

He didn’t tell her about the supernatural side of his life back in Beacon Hills until a few months later when it got close to the anniversary of Allison’s death and he was in a funk. She took it like a champ and was even fascinated by it all. She helped him get through the anniversary by reminding him that it wasn’t his fault and encouraging him to talk to his friends about it. After everything they’d been through together, they needed to be there for each other on the tough days, too, she insisted. Now, after a handful of visits to Beacon Hills and friends and his father visiting him in D.C., she’s essentially become an honorary pack member – family.

After three years together, he’s starting to wonder if maybe he should make it more official. He knows without a doubt that he loves her and that she loves him. He just doesn’t want to get it wrong. Though he only got to see nine years of his parents’ marriage, he knew that’s what he wanted. He wants the one. That’s what his parents had. That’s what his dad has held onto for so many years. Stiles wants that long-lasting love, but he’s not sure how to know with certainty that (Y/N)’s the one.

“Hey, dad?” Stiles asks after swallowing a bite of sweet and sour.

Noah looks over at his son as he washes down his food with his soda, “yeah?”

“Mom was the one for you, right?” He asks a little timidly. They don’t talk about his mom that much. It’s a hard subject for them both.

His father clears his throat and sits up a little straighter, “the one?”

Stiles nods, “yeah. You know, the one,” he emphasizes. “Your soulmate. Your true love. Your heart’s desire, companion, better half… all that romantic jazz and stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Noah answers with a chuckle at his son’s choice of words before taking a bite of his egg roll. Stiles just nods as he chows down on his meal, avoiding his father’s inquisitive stare. “What makes you ask?”

“Curiosity, I guess,” Stiles answers with a mouthful and a shrug.

“Uh huh… no other reasons?”

“Like what?” Stiles asks, maneuvering his tongue as if trying to get food out of his teeth.

His father wipes his hands off on a napkin. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a brunette who’s about 5’4 with big green eyes. Or the relationship you’ve been in for three years. Any of that ring a bell?”

Stiles shakes his head as he takes a sip of his soda, but his dad isn’t stupid. He stares at his son with raised eyebrows and his hands clasped in front of his plate, full interrogation mode. “Fine,” Stiles relents with a sigh. “Maybe I’m not just curious.”

“Uh huh…?”

“How did you know?” Stiles asks after releasing a deep breath, his russet eyes finally meeting his father’s piercing blue ones.  “That mom was the one for you?” He sees remnants of pain wash across his dad’s face. Even after so many years, the heartache from his mom’s death is still there. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No. I think it’s good that you’re asking.” Noah answers honestly, causing Stiles to nod in appreciation. Noah sits back in his chair and relaxes a little, contemplating his answer. “I would give you the cliché answer of ‘when you know, you just know’, but that’s not the case always. I don’t think it’s the answer you’re looking for either,” he finally says.

“So, you don’t think it’s bad that I don’t know for sure?” Stiles asks, feeling a little vulnerable.

Noah shakes his head, “No. I mean, you seem to have a general idea of the possibility. So, I think you’re off to a good start.”

Stiles swallows hard as he nods, “you and mom were married almost straight out of college. So, pretty close to my age.”

His father nods, “yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to. It was a different time back then.”

“I know,” Stiles says with a sigh. “Three years is a long time, though, and I feel like I should know by now. Don’t you?” He starts fidgeting with the food on his plate. “I mean, what if she’s already wondering? What if she knows that I’m the one for her and she’s assuming that I know she’s the one for me just because we’re still together? I don’t want her to have high hopes only for me to one day suddenly realize that she isn’t the one and rip her heart to shreds. I’m not saying I’m going to jump and marry her anytime soon. I just feel like I should know…” He finishes his long-winded ramble with a deep sigh, not looking at his dad again.

Noah tries to contain his grin over his son’s ramblings. As close as they are, they’ve never talked about this kind of thing. It’s a proud dad moment when a son comes to his father for love advice. At least for him it is. But he has to contain his pride because he knows that as soon as Stiles catches wind of it, he’ll brush everything off. Plus, he could tell this was really bothering his son, and he wanted to be there for him.

“There was this time, a few months after your mother and I started dating our freshman year, it was the week before finals, two weeks before winter break. We were stressed and a little crazed. Everyone in our study group for English Lit was on edge because it was supposed to be the toughest final. And I remember just completely biting her head off for no good reason.” Stiles’ eyebrows raise in surprise at his dad’s confession. “I mean, I jumped down her throat for trying to tell me my answer was wrong, and I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t want to hear it.” He chuckles a little as he shakes his head. “I stormed off to my dorm. A couple hours later, she pounded on my door. I swung it open in annoyance, but as soon as I saw her standing there, hair a mess on top of her head in sweats and my hoodie and the maddest face she could muster up, all my frustration melted away.” He pauses for a second, recalling the memory. “She stormed into my room giving me hell, and all I could do was grin, which only pissed her off more.” He and Stiles laugh as they remember her always doing the same with them. “And I just remember thinking, damn, I love this girl.”

Stiles laughs a little. He’s never heard that story before. “So, you’re saying I should know when we argue but I still can’t help but love her?”

Noah shakes his head, “No. I’m building up to that part. That’s just when I knew I was in love with her.”

“Did you tell her?”

“Hell yes. I was in the Army, son. I knew how short life was,” Noah states firmly, causing Stiles to nod in understanding.

“Anyway, about a year and a half or so later, your grandfather and I got into this heated argument. Words that can’t necessarily be taken back were said. Even though we had our issues, he was still my father, you know? So, it tore me up inside.” He sighed deeply, “your mom witnessed the whole thing. I was embarrassed, not only because that was my father, but because of the things I said to him. How I reacted. I didn’t want her to see that side of me. She knew the issues I had with him, but I’d never gone into detail. So, I was afraid I’d lose her. But I didn’t. She didn’t judge me or him or our issues. She was just there for me at a time when I felt I had no one. That’s when I realized I couldn’t picture my life without her.” He finishes the story, and Stiles could see the grief on his father’s face again as he fought the tears welling up in his eyes.

It causes Stiles to have to control his own emotions because now they’re both having to live life without her. He clears his throat, “so, that’s how you knew? When you realized you couldn’t live without her?”

His father nods, “partly. It wasn’t just me not being able to see a life without her, though.” He takes a sip of his soda. “I didn’t just love her and want her in my life. I needed her. Not to get all cheesy on you, but she made my bad days better and turned the good days into great days. She taught me to live life for what is and not dwell on anything.” He pauses for a minute before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, son. We had our fair share of tough times, but we learned that those arguments were trivial compared to what we had. We were better individuals when we were together, if that makes sense.”

Stiles nods, “yeah, it does.”

“So, does it answer your question?” Noah asks before continuing his meal.

“Yeah, but I still don’t think I know for sure about (Y/N),” Stiles answers with a shrug of his shoulders, feeling a tad guilty.

“I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Noah states.

Stiles looks to his dad with knitted brows, “how so?”

“You have this notion stuck in your head that just because you’ve been with (Y/N) for three years, it means you should know your future with her.” He puts down his fork again and looks at Stiles. “Love and marriage don’t have a timeframe. Everyone moves at different paces, especially these days. You’re twenty-one years old, barely about to graduate college. You don’t have to have your life figured out yet.”

Stiles shrugs, “I guess. I just don’t want her to get like impatient and leave, you know?”

Noah smiles a little, “well I think you just realized what you’ve probably known for a while.”

Stiles looks at him a little confused, and his father only raises his eyebrows with a grin. Stiles exhales deeply, “maybe I did.” He scratches his head as he thinks about it a little more.

“And I wouldn’t be worried about her leaving you anytime soon,” Noah states before taking a bite of egg roll.

“Why not?”

His father shrugs as he swallows his bite, “I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I also think she knows how young you both are and that there’s still so much you both want to see and do.”

Stiles nods again, “I guess I should probably talk to her about it, huh?”

“Probably.” Stiles starts to pull out his phone and stand from the table, but his dad ushers him to stop. “Not on the phone, and not right now. Right now, we’re finishing dinner.”

Stiles chuckles a little as he sits back down. After adding some beef and broccoli to his plate, he looks to his dad with a warm smile. “Hey, pops?” Noah looks at him with a mouthful of noodles. “Thanks. I know it’s hard to talk about mom, so I really appreciate you telling me those stories.”

Noah swallows his food and offers Stiles a tender smile, “anytime. You deserve to know.” He sucks in a deep breath, “besides, she probably would have given me hell if I let you stew over this anyway.”

They both laugh in agreement as they settle back into finishing their meals. The conversation continued with Stiles sharing his own stories with (Y/N) and his father sharing a little more about Claudia. It was nice because neither of them had ever really opened up about their relationships. Stiles has always wanted to ask about his mom, since she passed away when he was only nine years old, but he felt it would be too hard for his dad. It was also a little hard for him to think about sometimes as well. Now, though, it seems like they’ve broken down that shield of grief.

When his dad gets up to get more to drink, Stiles pulls his phone out to shoot (Y/N) a quick text message.

Stiles: just wanted to say I love you and can’t wait until you get here 😊

(Y/N): you’re the sweetest! Love you too and see ya soon! Miss your face 😊

Stiles snaps a quick funny face selfie and sends it to her.

Stiles: this one? 😉

(Y/N): hahaha! Yes, that adorable mug 😉

Stiles: well this adorable mug misses your adorable mug too

(Y/N) sends him a boomerang of her blowing him a kiss. Before he can respond, his dad walks back into the dining room, causing him to put his phone back in his pocket. His dad looks at him as he puts a beer beside his plate and chuckles.

“What?” Stiles asks in confusion.

Noah simply shakes his head, “you text (Y/N)?”

Stiles laughs a little in embarrassment as his dad sits back down. “How’d you know?”

“That stupid grin you have on your face.” Stiles ducks his head a little bashfully as Noah takes a swig of his beer. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. That grin is how I know you’ll be fine.”

“You think?” Stiles questions before taking a swig of his own beer.

“I know,” his father nods a little. “(Y/N)’s good for you. I know you won’t let her slip through your fingers.”

Stiles rubs the back of his neck, “I hope not.”

“Okay, well if you don’t believe that, then believe this: I know (Y/N) won’t let you let her slip through your fingers,” Noah says with a laugh causing Stiles to laugh as well.

The pair then slip back into casual conversation. This time, it’s more about catching up on life. Noah updates Stiles on the goings on in Beacon Hills, thankful there hasn’t been much supernatural disturbances in a while. Stiles tells him about his last classes, what’s supposed to be in store for his final year at GW, and how he and (Y/N) have talked about plans after graduation. Marriage might not be on the table just yet, but they’ve talked about moving in together. Living with two other guys and their on again-off again girlfriends is just starting to feel a little crowded, while (Y/N) is quite tired of all the girl drama with her own roommates. Plus, at this point, Stiles admits that it seems like the best next step.

Noah couldn’t agree more. He tells his son not to rush into something as serious as marriage just because he feels like he has to. He advises that they should get their footing in the “real world” and really focus on their relationship without the distraction of school before taking a dive into the deep end. However, he also encourages Stiles not to take his time with (Y/N) for granted and to take advantage of their youth and good health. After all, they know first hand just how short life can be.

Stiles takes his father’s advice to heart and promises not to lose sight of what he has with (Y/N). He knows how lucky he is to have her, and wouldn’t it trade it for anything. He even admits that she’s the best thing to ever happen to him. His father couldn’t agree more.

The End.

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PETER/STILES

                                            ——— (part 3) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even longer list of fanfics :)….

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The Devil You Know

Author: Triangulum

Summary: Hell is busy and Peter is understaffed. There are too many evil people being sent down below and there are only so many demons Peter has to torture them with. He needs to reorganize. They don't utilize group torture nearly as much as they should. Stiles probably has some ideas on that.OrPeter is King of Hell, Stiles is his second in command, and Talia summons them for a favor.

Can I Keep Him?

Author: Therapeutic_Steter

Summary: Let's try... Red Panda stiles? looove red panda stiles!

I’m Not Your Nephew

Author: Therapeutic_Steter

Summary: "Derek! Guess what!" "What, Stiles?" "I can call, you nephew now!!" "What. The hell. Are you talking about." "Didn't you listen? Peter and I are together!" 

Words Upon Skin

Author: Therapeutic_Steter

Summary: Soulmate words were treasured. People spent their whole lives waiting for their treasured phrase, that magic moment.Stiles had spent his whole life plagued by his words. He wondered just what he could do, to disappoint his soulmate so completely in their first meeting. He had approximately ninety nine self-confidence issues and they were all because of those damned words, printed in elegant script across his heart.‘Words cannot describe how pathetic you look.’

Let Me Hold You, Forever

Author: lavenderlotion

Summary: It was too much. To loud and too quiet and too, too much. He had to get out, to get away and just be somewhere different. He couldn’t - he couldn’t keep watching her like that, watching her lay there as she did.He needed a break.And he found it, with Peter Hale. Peter who was scarred skin and blank eyes. Peter who he sat with for hours a day, reading and ranting and just being with. Peter, who over four years he fell in love with.

A Spoonful Of Sugar

Author: Twisted_Mind

Summary: He blames Lydia. He would never have even considered this if she hadn't mentioned it like it was legit. But short of falling down the rabbit hole of student debt, he doesn't have a whole lot of options. So, whatever, he can try the sugar baby thing. No one has to know.Of course Peter has to go and ruin everything.

Across Your Skin, My Love

Author: lavenderlotion

Summary: Stiles knew he had a soulmate - had gotten his mark when he was fourteen like everyone else. He just - he just didn’t think he would meet the man for years to come. he knew the statics, knew that most people didn’t meet their bonded until their early-mid twenties.So he was really not been expecting to his name on the arm of his hot new English teacher.He had to admit it turned out pretty amazing, though.

Don’t Come For His Family

Author: lavenderlotion

Summary: In the three years Stiles had been with Peter, the man had only talked about his family a handful of times - and as far as Stiles knew had never once spoken to them. So he wasn’t exactly excited to see the mans family, even though that’s exactly what they were about to do.It does not go to plan.

You Wouldn’t Believe Me

Author: gryvon

Summary: The Hales are famous. Their emissary is infamous.

Wrong Number

Author: SushiOwl

Summary: "What do you and your coven desire from the dark?" Sometimes he liked be cheesy. Humans were into it, otherwise they wouldn't put it in their insipid (but wildly entertaining) TV shows.The witch boy finally set down his reading material. Peter had thought it was a book, but it was actually a plastic folder with photocopies of pages from a book. Peter would have to decided if he was insulted later."No coven, just me," the witch said, closing his folder. There was a Batman symbol on the front, so Peter was certainly insulted.He was not about to put on such a show for one human either. He let his mist drop and gave the boy an unimpressed expression that included a lifted brow and lips tilted down at the corners. "Alright then, just you. What deal are you looking for?""Will you take my virginity for bragging rights?"

Boy Who Cried Wolf

Author: ladypigswagon

Summary: Peter is hungry. It’s a raw ache, the kind that drives Peter to hunt almost desperately. His paws pound against the earth, kicking up black dirt and fallen leaves as he runs. It’s early afternoon, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the canopy, dappling the ground. Peter can hear a herd of deer a few miles west, but deer are tricky. There are too many variables, too many antlers and hooves. He could probably pick off a few with a pack.

The Fourth Prince Of The First Realm

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: “My god, Peter, only you!” Derek whispers. “You didn’t rescue just any old fairie, you rescued their Queen!”“Am I supposed to apologize? I didn’t ask for credentials before I helped her, you know,” he hisses back. “See, this is what happens when you do something nice, it just bites you on the ass.”** Peter rescues the fairie queen and as a reward, he's told he'll marry her son. It's not an option.

The Snake And The Otter

Author: Therapeutic_Steter

Summary: When Stiles was born, a black snake appeared into his crib on the first full moon and never left.Claudia, whose soulmate animal was a lion, hadn't even flinched, smiling and cooing at the little snake in welcome. It flicked its tongue at her, beady eyes sparking blue, and let Claudia gently stroke it's head. John, whose soulmate animal was a bear, just shook his head, wondering at what kinds of trouble his son and his soulmate would get in to.

If I Were ‘A Were’

Author: syriala

Summary: Stiles knew that he wasn’t the most subtle person to ever grace this earth. But compared to the Hale’s he was a fucking ninja. He couldn’t believe that no one had figured out yet that they were actually werewolves. Real, actual, honest to god werewolves.That no one knew about.Stiles really started to question this town’s intelligence.But Stiles was determined to find out how many dog/wolf related puns he could make before someone caught on to the fact that he actually knew.

I’ll Watch Anything As Long It Is With You

Author: Sage_Speight_Trickster_In_Training

Summary: Ever since Stiles was a kid and first hear his parent's story about how they met with their soulmark he couldn't wait until his showed up. He would always marvel how some day he would look down and see the first words his soulmate would say to him. His best friend Scott got his words when he was eight and ever since those words showed up he would carry at least four pens with him everywhere he went, waiting for the moment when someone asked him to borrow one. The prettiest girls is school, Lydia, got hers when she turned ten and Stiles felt his first heartbreak when they weren't his words. That was also the year his mother got sick and the words on his father's lower left knee , written in his mother´s hand writing, began to fade. Stiles knew that when soulmates faded that that meant their soulmate was dead. That same year he went with his father when he went to a tattoo parlor to get his mother's first words tattooed onto him so they would stop fading.

Naked Terror

Author: Bunnywest

Summary: Peter's only here to inspect the fire extinguisher. The last thing he expects is for a naked man to come charging at him, swinging a baseball bat and screaming.

Kiss Me Once, Shame On Me

Author: yesterday

Summary: “I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you,” Stiles said.“Where is your holiday spirit, Stiles? This is for charity; it said so outside.” Peter was smirking. He was right. Stiles set the sandwich board out there himself this morning— “For every smooch under the mistletoe, one dollar will be donated to Beacon Hills Children’s Hospital!” 

Forget everything Stiles ever said about Christmas cheer. He officially hated the holidays.

The (Sometimes) Happy Holidays Series

Author: Potrix

Part 1: (Not So) Silent Night

Summary: “Santa Claus, 42, looking for a sweet angel, 18+, with big or small Christmas ornaments for not so silent nights together. Tree stand available and ready. No Santa hat, no action.”Several people swivel around to glare at Stiles, but, really, he can’t be held responsible for this. Sure, a waiting room isn’t the best place to suddenly burst out laughing, but it’s totally the fault of whoever laid out the latest issue of Bella Diva. It’s not like Stiles normally makes a habit of buying and reading women’s magazines.Apart from the occasional Cosmo. The quizzes are always hilarious.

Part 2: (Annoyingly) Happy Valentine’s Day

Summary: “Welcome to the Beacon Blossom!” the saleswoman behind the counter chirps happily, and Peter watches, a little dazed, as the blinking plastic hearts attached to her headband bounce back and forth. “What can I do for you on this fine day?”Peter deposits the bouquet of red roses on the counter, and nearly drops his wallet when the woman coos—actually coos—and says, nodding her head, “A classic. Your wife will absolutely love them, I guarantee it.” She swipes Peter’s card when he hands it to her, then points it at a basket stuffed full with some of the most garishly pink teddy bears Peter’s ever had the misfortune of seeing. “Now, since today’s a special day, if you buy a bouquet and one of our Sweetheart Bears, the cheaper item is 50% off.”It takes some effort, but Peter manages to bite back his initial, sarcastic retort about the bear clashing with his furniture. Or anything else not absolutely, horrifyingly hideous, for that matter. “Just the roses, please.”

The Holly Bears A Berry Red As Any Blood

Author:  ladypigswagon

Summary: Stiles swears as the car hits another pothole dead on and he goes flying out of his seat, hardly restrained by the seat belt, smacking his head on the roof.“Language,” John says mildly, turning the page of his newspaper. Stiles grumbles, rubbing the back of his head. He can feel a lump developing.“Every year,” Stiles says, “every goddamn year, the Hales send their craziest driver to pick us up. Every year we hit every pothole and every year I get a lump on my head. In the same place! How this hasn’t damaged me permanently I don’t know?!”

Winding Roads To Flowering Fields Series

Author: Tahlruil

Part 1: Deserving Him

Summary: Scott couldn't even seem to live comfortably in his world of black and white absolutes. He could understand why the Lahey boy had broken with Derek, he supposed - his nephew was never meant to be an Alpha, and that had always been painfully obvious. What Peter didn't understand was why he'd then put himself deliberately in Scott's pack. He didn't understand why anyone would align themselves with someone so pathetic when it came to leading others. He didn't understand why new betas, humans and other supernaturals alike flocked to him, an Alpha who had no true understanding of what it meant to be pack. Peter didn't understand why Stiles - beautiful, intelligent, deadly Stiles - chose to call Scott his Alpha.'Peter has been watching Stiles for quite some time now, and he has trouble understanding why Stiles chooses to align himself with Scott. The McCall Alpha doesn't even seem to notice that his best friend is still reeling from his encounter with the Nogitsune... or that Peter is the one trying to soothe that hurt.Stiles, Peter is sure, deserves better.

Part 2: Not An Idiot

Summary: Maybe in some places an idiot could get elected Sheriff - not in a town like Beacon Hills. Dumb deputies (or just very unlucky ones) tended to die before they got the chance to try to move up the ranks. So John Stilinski isn't an idiot even if he (on occasion) chooses not to see the whole picture. Stiles is getting better and he's grateful - he just wishes that maybe it was someone else getting his kid get there.Even though it's not the smartest move, he calls a friend about it.He's not an idiot, okay, he's not. He just... needs a little help, and who better to help with a werewolf problem than an Argent?

Part 3: Ground Me

Summary: "...this is not 'guard duty', you idiot. This is pack - the way pack is supposed to be." Stiles probably should have been freaked out or maybe turned on by the way Peter pressed his nose to the crook of Stiles' neck and breathed in deep. He definitely should have felt one of those things when Peter dragged his cheek upward and then skimmed it over Stiles' jaw. He didn't though, not with what he knew about werewolves; all he felt when his wolf scented him was a sense of comfort, belonging and home. "And you don't take 'nights off' when it comes to being pack."

Part 4: Coming Home Is Something Strange

Summary: Two weeks into living under John's roof, Chris realized that all four of them were settling into a routine that was decidedly, disturbingly, domestic. He and Peter banded together in the fight to keep the Stilinskis healthy, and half the time they seemed to end up doing the grocery shopping together. So long as they only talked about things like how many apples they should get and if they needed to pick up some detergent, things between them were just fine.They'd only tried to discuss the deeper things once. It had ended in a bloody nose for Chris and a knife laced with wolfsbane sticking out of Peter's thigh. Neither Stilinski male had been happy about it. Their reactions forced Chris and Peter into another unspoken truce, and that was... okay. Maybe they didn't need to hash out everything between them. Things had been a fucking mess between their families for centuries; their best bet seemed to be to let sleeping dogs lie.

Part 5: A Surprising Visit

Summary: "No! It's not... it's nothing like that. Hi Stiles. I'm sorry for just, you know. Showing up like this? But I thought that if I called or texted you might not. Uhm. Open the door. I still should have texted. I'm sorry. It's just that you mentioned watching Mulan and I really love that movie. And we've all been being really bad friends except maybe you and I weren't friends? Because with everything that happened I feel like I never got to know you, not really. And then I guess I got caught up in trying to get to know Scott. Have I mentioned I'm sorry?""Couple times," Stiles said, blinking a few times as he tried to process what was going on. "So you came over to hang out?""You sound surprised," Kira said quietly. She looked kind of sad, which he didn't completely get but whatever. "Which means I'm a terrible friend. But!" Kira reached into her bag and pulled out a DVD - it was Mulan, and Stiles felt something warm and sort of gooey unfurl in his chest. He already had a copy, but that she had brought one meant that she really had come to watch it. She had come just to hang out with him without pack business forcing her to, and that was pretty awesome. "I'm going to try and change that."

Part 6: When I Have A Pack, Things Will Change

Summary: "Well it is a grocery store, Scott," he said without looking up from the package of steak in his hand. John had been having a difficult time at work with all those pesky disappearances and Peter thought the man deserved a treat. He had to weigh that against the knowledge that Stiles would be upset, however, which had him debating if he shouldn't grab the 'extra lean' cut instead of going with the regular kind of lean. "Even us deviously evil masterminds must eat and the takeout in this town is deplorable."Peter heard a subsonic growl leave McCall's throat and let himself smirk with satisfaction. Frustrating the so-called Alpha was different than pissing him off, surely...

A Match Made In Hell Series

Author: JPA

Part 1: Marked

Summary: Stiles is eleven when he gets the courage to look into the mirror and see what his soulmate mark reads.

Part 2: I Wish

Summary: Peter had been born without a soulmark.

Part 3: Revelations

Summary: “Ah, Stiles,” Peter says, eyes gleaming. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

Rant-A-Thon

Author: Ragga

Summary: So Stiles may be having a bad day. Or a week. Or a semester. But he knows he just needs to blow off some steam and then he will be better than ever. And accosting a random guy and blurting out his entire life story? That sounds like the perfect idea!And as it turned out, it was. OR Stiles rants a lot and then Peter feeds him. And soulmates.

Merry Christmas, Dude!

Author: lostwithoutmyanchor (mysourwolf)

Summary: The beat was pressing down on Stiles in a pleasant way, pushing out some of the worry and tension. It was the last week before finals and Stiles just couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been studying non-stop for three weeks and had felt like his head would explode. Even the promise of going home to spend Christmas with his family was barely holding him up. Also with it being his last year of college and completely packed, he hadn’t had time to get laid at all. Which was totally unacceptable. OR, the one where Stiles has mind-blowing sex with a hot stranger.

Cookies & Mates

Author: withinmelove

Summary: Stiles doesn't expect to enjoy pretending to be Peter's mate. Surprises are in store for him.

Shifter Criminal Investigative Service Series

Author: Heather_Night

Part 1: Vanilla

Summary: Cutie startled violently, crying out, and Peter’s wolf demanded he take care of the creature.The vanilla scent meant being in close proximity wasn’t a hardship so Peter lifted the lightly squirming body into his arms and shushed him.Thank the moon neither his nephew nor niece could see him now as he was pretty certain this qualified as cuddling.Peter did not cuddle. Ever.

Part 2: En Garde

Summary: Usually it was the third date when things went to hell for Stiles. Maybe he tried too hard or maybe he just wasn’t that likeable but usually after meeting up one-on-one for the third time the person he was interested in either gave him the ‘let’s be friends’ speech or they lost his number.This time felt different but Stiles tried to tamp down on his soaring hopes. Peter was an off-the-scales out-of-his-league level of hot, and he was also smart, accomplished and older. What did he see in a spaz like Stiles?

Part 3: Transformation

Summary: Now was not the time to lose his focus as the Shifter Criminal Investigative Service was in the midst of a big investigation regarding a new series of seemingly connected homicides. Unfortunately his wolf, and his human side for that matter, wanted to see Stiles and make sure the younger man was okay.

Part 4: Unfettered

Summary: “It’s what? You obviously don’t want me in Beacon Hills. Is it that you think your dad will disapprove of me because of our age difference, your alpha will disapprove of me because I’m not good enough, you don’t want to be seen with a werewolf or what exactly is the issue here?” Peter’s tone was as bland as the expression on his face. The more upset Peter became, the more dispassionate he appeared.Not good. It was time for damage control. Check that; it was time for the truth. Stiles gathered his courage. “I don’t want you to see me the way everyone in Beacon Hills does. There, are you happy?”

Black Fire

Author: Green

Summary: Deaton is all about the balance of the universe, about order. Stiles's new magic - gifted to him from the Nogitsune - is the complete opposite of that. Deaton calls Stiles's magic "dark" and seeks to imprison him in Eichen where he's no threat to the balance. Peter and Stiles go on the run - but they can't run forever.

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Escalate The Problem

Author: Julibean19

Summary: “I didn’t tell you because I knew what you were going to say,” Stiles hedges, shrugging his shoulders.“And what am I going to say?” John challenges, raising his eyebrows.“That he’s too old for me and you hate him.”Peter pushes the screen door open with one hand, the other balancing a perfectly browned quiche. He’s dressed in a dark blue cashmere sweater and grey slacks. To Stiles, he looks like a dream. To his father, he’s sure to look like his worst nightmare.“He’s too old for you and I hate him,” John says immediately.

Ink And Unanswered Questions

Author: Callidostreet

Summary: Talia was always covered in marks from her soulmate: reminders to feed the dog, interesting words-of-the-day, random stick doodles. They didn't meet face-to-face until middle school, but they'd known each other inside out long before then. When Peter is old enough to understand what the word 'soulmates' entails, he can't wait until he finds his."Are you there?" Is the first thing Peter writes on his body, his excitement is practically tangible.He won't get a reply for another 10 years.

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil (Doesn't Mean There Is No Evil)

Author: syriala

Summary: Stiles knew that something was wrong. He had a very perceptive eye for evil and things that were going wrong and something in his life was going very wrong. But when neither Scott nor Derek believed him it was up to Peter to keep Stiles safe.

Could Frame Thy Mortal

Author: orphan_account

Summary: "It’s normal. Spending every waking second watching Hale is normal. In many ways, Hale is his whole universe: tracking his movements, waiting for what he does next, wondering what he’s thinking. The only outside stimulation he gets otherwise is the shower visits, and even then it’s only when Chris is the one taking him that he gets any engagement. Stiles knows Hale like he knows the water pipe. The sixty two bars that line the side of their cage. Like the minute of cold water that hits Stiles’ skin before the heat finally comes in the shower block. "Held in an Argent facility, never knowing who he can trust, Stiles pays for his survival with the only currency he has.

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We saw the way Scott behaved after the bite, but even before that, he wasn't very happy with Stiles. Maybe he was friends with Stiles only beecause no popular kids wanted his frienship, so he 'settled' for him. I mean he never wanted to listen to Stiles, or participate in his plans.

That’s a good point and it really breaks my heart because I know that feeling explicitly well from Stiles’ end, the thing about this is actually something the meta chat talked about pre-6A’s beginning, where Stiles actually appears to be more social than Scott, there was apparently a girl named Harley in the original pilot script who was supposed to circle out a trio of her, Stiles, and Scott, with Stiles being her primary relationship out of the two- I think there was something about her having a crush on Stiles, who had a crush on Lydia, who wanted to be with Jackson sort of a thing? (Someone who’s read the info on the original pilot in bulk should probably confirm or deny that though as I only remember that + Derek was supposed to be 19)

There was also some evidence in season one that showed Stiles as being more socially accepted than Scott but I can’t remember what the specific examples were so @athenadark can you do the thing??

But from a real-world standpoint, something else that’s important to note: Stiles is the son of the sheriff, that means that good or bad he’s well known in the town via association, I doubt there’s anyone who didn’t know Stiles when he was a tiny tot because of the small-town thing of “Oh look the sheriff had a baby!” and then obviously the thing with Claudia and then Stiles being a “troublemaker”.. he probably stayed in the town gossip enough that people still know him easily, and Scott and Stiles have known eachother since they were wee babs, it’s highly likely that one of the reasons Scott stuck to Stiles during years where he may have naturally drifted away is because of that connection, because even if Stiles was a “troublemaker” he was still the son of the sheriff and it’s likely that Scott saw that as an asset once he was old enough to start thinking in those terms, if anything ever happened to him or he needed help with something- hey, his best freind’s dad is the sheriff, help is a phone call away, plus the sheriff and Scott have the closest thing to a father/son relationship that Scott has in his life and I know from experience that, as strange as it is, sometimes you DO maintain a freindship longer/better because you get on with the parent(s) so well that losing /that/ connection isn’t worth cutting ties with the freind that you don’t get along with well anymore

And we know that Scott always cared about being popular whereas Stiles didn’t, it was Scott who wanted to be on the lacrosse team, not Stiles, Scott who cared about showing off skills, being noticed, making impressions, etc etc, and that’s very clear early on, Stiles however has pretty much always maintained the “I’m here because I have to be and I really would just like to have my own life instead of being another highschool clone, thanks” attitude, he may have chased Lydia- the most popular girl in school- for years and years, but it was never BECAUSE she was popular, it was DESPITE that, Stiles often was disgruntled with Lydia’s popularity because it limited his chances with her and because he felt, rightfully so, that it limited her as a *person* too- all of the discussion he had with her on being smart vs being what she thought people wanted her to be are GREAT examples of that- and obviously when her popularity declined he never swayed from her side, Stiles is an A student who’s out-going and on the lacrosse team and although he has ADHD, a big mouth, and let’s face, is more than a little weird, he could probably have more freinds pre-bite than just Scott… if he wanted to try for them, but he pretty clearly was satisfied with just Scott (well, outside of wanting Lydia) whereas Scott very clearly was not

But that’s all speculation and heresay

We know for a fact that Stiles feels //IMMENSELY// more towards Scott than Scott does towards Stiles and I don’t think that’s arguable, but I still feel like alot of Scott’s feelings are genuine, I know SOME of them surely aren’t’ and I can point out scenes very easily where not all is right in the mouse house, but I still find it so hard to process the idea that Scott is really lacking in affection for Stiles as much as his memories in 6x09 would imply, there’s just so much throughout the series that shows he DOES care deeply for Stiles- clearly not as much as Malia and Lydia, but still more than just a casual freind, it’s just… ugh… jumbling up my perception here @_@ There’s so much about that one scene that’s kept me confused for two days now and I’m no closer than figuring it out now than I was before ^^;

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        TAGGING __ // STUART TWOMBLY, NOAH STILINSKI            LOCATION __// TOPSIDE ( THE STILINSKI HOME )            TIME _ FRAME ___//  RECENTLY            INPUT_SUMMARY…?__// After being taken in lieu of his brother to release Stiles’ father, Stuart finally decides that it’s time to meet his birth father. Using his connections with members of Le Chassé Topside, he slips into the Stilinski home to meet him. [ PART 2 ] [ CHATZY LOG ]

Noah

Despite what Stuart said, it was hard to Noah to truly accept his son's words. Not because he was younger or potentially 'less', but simply because Noah had always felt a sense of duty to this small town. His dad had been Sheriff, and growing up, it had just seemed a given that he would be, too, one day. To have someone, anyone, but especially his son take his place... it was hard for Noah to accept on any level. And that wasn't even mentioning the obvious scars and bruises - and the brand! - marring Stuart's face. Noah sighed, shaking his head in resignation. He all of a sudden felt tired beyond his years. Like he had aged four decades in the past week. "If only it were that simple," Noah finally replied, scratching the back of his head again. "Are you... have you spoken to Scott and Stiles yet? About a plan, I mean?"

Stuart

He let out a bitter laugh when he mused that ​if only it were that simple.​ He truly wished that it was, but if he had learned anything in the past four years ... this world didn't ​do​ simple. He merely shook his head for a moment.

"I ... don't think Scott likes me very much. Or -- well," he paused and tipped his head, remembering the last conversation with the alpha. "I don't think he fully trusts me." It didn't hurt him, but he had hoped to at least meet his brother's best friend on some common ground. " -- I think he thinks that I'm trying to steal his best friend. Or his --" he cut himself off, rubbing at the back of his neck -- right above the brand. ​Allison​ probably wasn't the subject at hand that needed to be talked about. "Stiles and I haven't spoken about it quite yet. He ... still feels guilty. Even if he doesn't admit it, I know he does."

Noah

Since Stiles and Scott had practically grown up side-by-side, Noah felt confident that whatever misgivings the latter might have about Stuart suddenly appearing in their lives, the true alpha wouldn't take too long to see the truth, especially after Stuart's sacrifice on behalf of him and Stiles. "Scott, he's a good man, but he carries a lot of weight on his shoulders," the sheriff replied with a sigh. "And, he's been too trusting in the past. I'm sure he's just got to get to know you better." The Theo thing a few years back came to mind, and how the young werewolf had almost gotten Scott killed. Noah knew his son, and he also knew that what Stuart was saying was exactly right. Stiles was blaming himself, just as Noah was blaming himself. There was a brand on Stuart's neck that, while hidden from view, would always remind them of what had ​almost​ happened to Stuart. "Can I ask... um, why did you tell him first? Why didn't you approach me?"

Stuart

"I know he is -" he breathed.  He didn't have his doubts about the character of Scott McCall -- if he was Stiles' best friend, there had to be something special about him. He respected the alpha, and the weight that he carried. True, it was ​disappointing​ that the alpha didn't yet trust him, but Stuart wasn't going to break himself in half to try and force him to do so. Hopefully, like Noah said, it would come in time.

Albeit, when he was speaking again, a small breath left his lips as he tossed the question around his head to try and formulate the best response without hurting him. " ... -- I was..." he swallowed, frowning and trying again, "I was admittedly a little turned off by the fact that you never told him that he was born a twin."

Noah

Noah looked down, once again ashamed at himself. How could he possibly respond to that? Knowing that Stuart hadn't stepped forward for FOUR years, that he'd lived alone in an abandoned house before being forced underground just because he thought that... The sheriff let out a long slow breath, staring at a spot on the carpet just beside Stuart's shoe. "I... " he tried, his voice breaking a little, just like his heart. "We'd always meant to, your mother and I, but... after she died..." Noah Stilinski had never truly been able to move forward after the loss of his beloved wife. Despite the intervening years, the loss of Dymek - Stuart - had still felt so fresh, that losing Claudia had broken him. "I could never find the words," Noah tried again. "After we lost you, Claudia and I had decided not to tell Stiles until he was older. I mean, we didn't know how to explain to a child that his brother - someone who he should have shared everything with - was... dead." Noah gulped, hard, blinking back tears as he remembered their heartbreak. It hadn't been easy, especially for Claudia, and it wasn't until much later that Noah had realised it was the beginnings of the disease creeping up on them. "And then she got sick, too, and I couldn't... I'm sorry... There was a time she thought you were still alive," Noah continued sadly. "Late at night, she'd walk through the house, calling your name - Dymek. I even once found her in the attic, r-rocking what was supposed to be your crib with Stiles." As Noah kept speaking, his voice became hoarser and weaker with each word, until he was barely speaking above a whisper. "When she died, Stile's was so sad. So... traumatized. I just never figured out a way...I'm sorry, Stuart. I know it in no way makes up for pretending to him like you didn't exist, and you may never forgive me, but just know, I'm really, truly sorry."

Stuart

Stuart wasn't sure what explanation he expected from the other -- but, when the older Stilinski finally spoke, what left his lips was ​not​ what he expected to hear. He cleared his throat as the corner of his lips twitched, ducking his head down until he was addressing the floor instead of his birth father. His teeth raked across his bottom lip and he fought for his own emotional composure as he ​kept talking​, lashes fluttering shut with a low sigh that pained his lungs -- like he swallowed ashes and soot until they settled uneasy in his stomach. Hearing him recount the way Claudia had been shortly before her death. That ... even then, she ​thought of him.​

It didn't soothe the ache of the knowledge that Stiles had lived to twenty-two without knowing there was another half to him, but -- ... " - I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse and soft to keep it from cracking, "I'm sorry about your wife. Losing someone like that must be really hard." When he lost his parents, they were just ... gone. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like to watch them fade away.

"I'm not --" he weighed his words carefully, eyes still downwards when he spoke, " ... I'm not -- I don't hate you, Noah. And I'm not going to be upset about it forever. I want ... You're still family to me, and that means something. Does that make sense?"

Noah

Noah didn't really trust himself to speak anymore. He hadn't realized just how much he had been holding in until it all came pouring out. Twenty-two years of guilt and uncertainty had caused a backlog of everything that he had wanted to say, but never been able to, and it wasn't until he was confronted with his misdoings that Noah had finally managed to speak. He shook his head as Stuart apologized, not feeling worthy of the pity or the sorrow. Stuart had every right to be angry with him, to rant and rave and curse his name. And yet, he was apologizing? Noah wasn't ready to hear it, and doubted he'd ever really be able to. He'd certainly never forgive himself. There were so many things he'd regret, and this was just one of them. "Yeah," Noah croaked, his voice still failing him. He tried again. "Yeah. It does. You ​are​ family, Stuart. And I've never been happier, knowing you're alive."

Stuart

Stuart mositened his lips for a moment before he was bringing his eyes up to Noah - finally. He let out a shaky breath, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He decided that it would be best to try and change the subject.

" -- did you ... have anything you wanted to ask me?" he whispered, his voice shaking just a little to betray himself and betray the crack in his usual stoic manner.

Noah: There were so many things that Noah wanted to ask. Was there even enough time in the world to catch up on everything he wanted to know? He had missed twenty-two years of his son's life, and now he was coming in at the middle. "Are you... happy?" Noah asked, the question just falling from his lips. "I mean, I know it's a stupid question, but despite everything - the government, the kidnapping... - are you happy you came to Beacon Hills after ... after those witches came after you? Do you regret not disappearing and going into hiding when you had the chance?"

Stuart 

The question Noah asked him was definitely a weighed one -- sucking in a long breath as he tried to find the best way to answer him, chewing on his lower lip as he tried to formulate his thoughts before speaking --

"I think -- I think that I am happier here than I would be in any other plausible situation," he finally decided on. He didn't have many options after the coven and the laws. If he had gone off on his own into hiding -- or even registered -- he knew he would be miserable without a cause. Without people to care for.

Noah: Noah didn't know what he was expecting to gain from the question. It was something that had just come out without really thinking, but he had wanted to know. Perhaps it relieved his sorrow slightly, knowing that Stuart didn't regret getting sucked into the woes of this seemingly simple town. Noah wasn't sure he could always say the same. He'd often find himself longing for the days when being the Sheriff meant simpler times. Like patrolling the school dance for underage drinkers, or dealing with the locals trying to talk their way out of a parking ticket. Sure, there were larger, heavier crimes committed here, but they'd never seem as dangerous as masked men kidnapping teenagers and turning them into hybrids, or mysterious riders that dragged people into hell and erased their entire existence. "Good, I'm glad," Noah nodded, the corner of his lips tugging into a sad smile. "And where you're staying is good? I'd love for you to stay here, but well, you and Stiles are both on that stupid list now. So you're both probably better off staying in the underground."

Stuart 

He scrubbed at his arm for a moment -- feathering his hand over bruising for a moment. He hadn't stayed in a real house since his own burnt home. There was the small place he had been hiding out in -- but it was run down and had obviously already been looted and gutted. Considering, the Underground was better.

"It's not bad. We have power, and heat. And water. The way it's set up, at times it's hard to even tell that you're Underground."

Noah: At least that was a positive, Noah thought to himself, more than glad to hear that at least Stuart's living situation was comfortable. He assumed most of it was due to Stuart since he had known The Pariah was the one setting most things up before... before. "That's good," he repeated. "I've never been down, myself. Too conspicuous for me. I, uh, have you seen your brother much? I mean, since the others found you."

Stuart

He more than understood why Noah didn't come down to the underground. It was too dangerous. Especially now -- after everything had happened. After them taking the Sheriff in lieu of his son. With the department protecting him. That was why Stuart came to him instead.

He nodded slightly. "Yeah. At lot of it has been me trying to convince him that he's not at fault." The guilt was overwhelming when Stiles had come to see him after he was brought back -- Stiles' guilt making his own chest ache.

Noah: Noah tried to smile, but he couldn't managed anything more than a tight tug at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah..." It wasn't either of their faults. It was his. But he'd be hard pressed to convince either of his sons of that fact. Perhaps stubbornness ran in the family too. "I think you'll find yourself hard pressed to convince of that. Stiles is like Scott, in a way. And like you. You, all three of you, take on the world and expect little in return." Noah shook his head, wishing it wasn't show. Men their age should be out exploring the world, figuring out how to make their mark. Not hiding underground. "Did you speak much before, um, before I was taken?"

Stuart 

He didn't respond to Noah's comment about how him and Stiles -- and Scott -- were alike. He instead let out a breath. He didn't know how to even explain to the elder how he knew that Stiles felt so guilty -- how the two twins, ever since they met, could feel the deepest and most intense emotions of each other. He felt when Stiles panicked after Noah was taken. And he was sure, while he was being held, that Stiles had felt his fear.

"We did," he told the other man. "I know it's hard for him to find ways to connect with me -- but I try. He's my brother. And that does mean something to me. I do care about him."

Noah: "Good," Noah nodded, glad once more that his choices to not to tell Stiles hadn't damaged their potential relationship in anyway. He hoped that one day they'd be close, like brothers are supposed to be. He knew that the chances of being a typical family had long been out the window, but perhaps, they could be happy. Perhaps his sons could be happy, and that's what mattered to Noah the most. That, and their safety. "You'll get there. It'll... take time." Noah did wonder how Stiles was taking all this, and wished he could speak to him. Both of them. "Do you think, maybe you could both come to see me next time? Since I can't really go to you. I'd really like to see you both together."

Stuart

His eyebrows rose at the request. And, honestly, he hadn't thought about bringing Stiles with him. "I'll talk to him about it, yeah," he breathed. "-- it's dangerous for either one of us to come up here, as you're aware. But -- I can see what we can work out." After being taken, and now on the Wanted list, Stuart wanted to avoid Topside like a plague. But meeting Noah had been important.

"I know he'll be eager to see you, anyway." Stiles, before Stuart had taken his place, had been ready to turn himself in for his father.

Noah: Noah nodded once more. He knew it was dangerous. Probably too dangerous to chance, and the father in him didn't want to risk it. But he knew it was something he needed. He hadn't seen his two boys together since the day they were born, and in some ways this miracle wouldn't feel real until he could have his family united together in the same room again. "It doesn't have to be right away. It's probably safer if it's not too close soon, but yeah, if it ever seems like a good time..." Noah paused for a short while, now openly staring at Stuart, knowing that their time together was likely drawing to a close. "Do you, uh, how do you two get on together? Is it what you'd hoped it be like?"

Stuart 

He merely nodded, grateful for Noah's understanding of the situation at hand. He did want to fulfill the man's wish -- since, thus far, Noah had asked very little of him. He just didn't know when it would be possible.

"At first -- it was a shock to him. Hell, parts of it was shocking and jarring to me. Seeing his picture is one thing. Seeing your mirror image in another living person in the flesh is another. Not to mention - I wasn't expecting --" he stopped, licking down on his bottom lip and trying to find the best way for the spark he had felt when he met Stiles. The supernatural flame between two twins.

He shook his head instead. "- we get along. We both know that we want something more -- something closer to what it should be." Stuart was obviously protective of Stiles already -- and he vaguely remembered Stiles being the same when they came to get him. "-- there's a ... connection. A literal physical connection we can't explain."

Noah: Noah frowned a little as Stuart tried to explain something that Noah was never really good at understanding. "You mean, like... a twin thing? Or... a druid thing?" he asked, clearly confused. Despite more than four years being immersed in trying to stave off the forces of supernatural evil in this town, Noah still wasn't very good at understanding all the different magical and supernatural abilities. "Or... witch?" he corrected himself, once again, not really knowing the difference.

Stuart 

He licked his lips for a moment before he tried to elaborate the best that he could. "-- a bit of both, I think," he admitted. "There's not much lore available about supernatural twins. While Stiles is a Druid and I'm a witch, the only difference is that his magic is tied to a pack while mine is not. He actually has the potential to be ​more powerful​ than I could ever be. But -- we're both magic users. All I know about supernatural twins is what I read about the alpha twins ; Ethan and Aiden." He paused and shook his head. "I think it's a proximity thing. I never felt it before I met him. But when one of our emotions are at one peak-- the other can feel it. That's how I know he still feels guilty."

He then shrugged a shoulder. "-- there's probably much more to it. But we don't know anything else about it."

Noah: Noah followed Stuart's explanation as best he could. He did remember the alpha twins, but that was because they, too, had tried to kill Scott and the others. He also remembered how strong they were together when they had changed to Scott's side, and the trying to explain what happened to the higher ups when Aiden had died. "Oh..." Noah finally replied, still struggling to take it all in. "You two must be very special, then. I mean, I also knew you'd be special in like a fatherly way, but... you can really feel what he's feeling?" Noah asked frankly, still feeling bewildered by yet another revelation.

Stuart

"Twins that share the same supernatural abilities are rare. Usually, only one twin gets the supernatural gene -- not both of them." It didn't sound very special. At least, not what they knew of it yet. They still had to discover more about it, and Stuart wasn't even sure how to go about that.

He nodded, then. "When -- when the news reported that they had taken you, Stiles nearly had a panic attack. I've never had a panic attack -- but I felt the tightness of his throat. The heaviness in his chest. I felt his panic. Panic that wasn't my own."

Noah

"Oh... it's a gene? So, that must mean, you both got your abilities from either me or your mother?" Noah asked, still confused. Claudia had never mentioned anything about having a supernatural person in the family, and as far as he knew, there wasn't any one on his side either. It was a curious thing. Yet another thing that Noah would probably never truly understand. "Have you asked Deaton about all this? What did he say?" Noah closed his eyes as the image of his son panicking filled his mind, his heart aching at the thought. He knew exactly how they had felt, because it was what Noah had felt when he'd been released, thinking that Stiles had turned himself in to protect him. Noah felt like he wanted to vomit at the thought. "And... that's why you took his place?" Noah asked slowly, not really needing an answer. It was already apparent.

Stuart

"It's likely that it was from either you or Claudia, yes," he responded softly. "Even if it was dormant."

When asked about Deaton, he let out a breath. "A little. Deaton doesn't seem to know much about it either -- which is odd. But he told me he would look into it." If he ever got the chance, Stuart would like to talk to the still living twin, Ethan. Even though, logically, even if he ever met the wolf, he knew it would probably be a painful topic.

He thinned his lips then. "-- part of it, yes. That's how I knew he was going to turn himself in if I didn't."

Noah

There was so much Noah didn't understand. It was times like these that he felt completely useless, and he really hated that feeling. Now, he didn't even have his work to bury himself in when he got the chance. He was forced to stay home and worry. Completely and utterly useless. "Oh, okay... have you tried getting in contact with Kira's mom? She's 900 years old. Or so I'm told. She definitely doesn't look it, but anyway, maybe she knows something?" It was hard for Noah to think of either Stuart or Stiles turning themselves in to save him. He wished they didn't if it meant they were safe and out of harms way. Even if he was stuck with the government, they couldn't torture any latent powers out of him simply because he didn't have any. Noah didn't voice this though. Not wanting to sound ungrateful, and knowing that even if he did, neither son would listen. They were too heroic not to do anything.

Stuart

He let out a sigh at that. "-- Noshiko is missing, to my knowledge. I don't think Kira has seen her since even before all of this started," he admitted. He hadn't delved too deeply into Kira's mother --- he honestly hadn't thought to. But Noah had a point.

He let out an almost saddened breath, looking to his watch. "It's getting late," he told the man, sounding apologetic. "-- I should leave before it gets too dark. Hayden can only help me so much." As he spoke, he was bringing his bag into his lap, digging around it and pulling out a small, palm sized cheap phone. He then offered it to Noah. "This is a secure line. My number is programmed into it already. You can -- you can use it to call me. Or text me. Whenever you want. Just don't use it for anything else."

Noah

Hearing that Noshiko was missing - that yet another person was missing - gave Noah a headache. He made a mental note to contact Kira in the morning to see how she was holding up. "Thanks," Noah replied gratefully, taking the phone and tucking it into his shirt pocket. "I'll be sure to keep it on me at all time. And, it goes both ways, son. Contact me if you ever need help." Noah stood, taking Stuart in his arms for one last hug before he left, making sure he didn't aggravate any of his injuries. "Good night, Stuart. And thank you for coming to see me. And... thank you, for taking care of me and Stiles, even when we didn't know who we were thankful to."