#stiles asked derek to pretend to feel threatened

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Scott: Now that you're dating Stiles, it's time we have the shovel talk.

Derek: What are you talking about?

Scott: You know... I have a shovel, and I know how to use it.

Derek: Am I supposed to be scared of your shovel?

Scott: Not the shovel, what happens before I have to use the shovel.

Stiles: It's okay, Scott. You're doing great!

[rowinablx]

I only have a season 1 DVD of teen wolf like I mentioned before. But I have a question, do the first three seasons have good moments for Derek & Stiles in canon? Because I do want to watch before Malia happens, so I can pretend nothing past season 3 happened.

Good Sterek moments??? Buckle up buckaroo

Season one:. Derek is shot with a wolfsbane bullet and goes to the school to find Scott, but even though he's delirious and sick he manages to find Stiles in his Jeep in the parking lot and collapses in front of it. Throughout the rest of the episode Derek basically threatens Stiles to not go to Derek's house while he can't defend himself but there's no hint of seriousness about it. Also Derek asks Stiles to cut off his arm and Stiles comes really close to doing it. Scott ends up running in with the bullet Derek needs but Derek passes out and drops it. Should be noted Stiles does this while trying to get him to wake up

Season two: Derek and his beta Erica interrogate Stiles about what attacked him, the Kanima, no spoilers who the kanima is, when the kanima appears and knocks Erica unconscious. Derek immediately went into a protective position in front of Stiles.

He tells Stiles to run before the kanima cuts the back of Derek's neck, paralyzing him. Meaning with Erica knocked out and Derek losing feeling in his body, Stiles is literally the only person who can protect Derek. And then while carrying Derek and trying to grab his phone, Stiles accidentally drops Derek in the pool.

For two hours Stiles has to hold a werewolf above water to keep him from drowning. Even diving all the way to the bottom to save Derek after Stiles finally gets his phone and calls Scott, only for Scott to immediately hang up on him.

Season three unfortunately does not have a lot of Sterek moments, but there's a couple I really like.

One: Derek's beta Boyd is killed by Derek when the Alpha pack forces him to. Stiles comforts Derek after the fact.

Two. When the Nogitsune possesses Stiles, Derek tries to fight him but Void kicks his ass. Chris Argent, a hunter, immediately points a gun at Stiles and you can see Derek in the background looking like he was about to jump in front of him. Also should be noted that Stiles made a chessboard of the pack and had Derek as the king piece

[buckybarnesss]

The reasons I get irritated by Peter and Jennifer using Derek's trauma against him are twofold.

Peter's tales are taken as absolute truth by people, and there's this reoccurring thought that Derek ask for Paige to be bitten. Peter attempts to use Derek's trauma (that Peter himself caused!) as a way to cause Cora and Stiles to lose faith in Derek.

Jennifer throws what she really looks like in Derek's face, accusing him of potentially being shallow after she RAPED HIM. She wielded his trauma like a weapon against him in order to manipulate him, and then tried to insinuate that he was in the wrong for not wanting to fuck a cenobite.

It's very interesting that the nogitsune is aware of how Derek feels for Stiles and vice versa, and comes to the same conclusion as Jennifer: Derek is a useful protector. However, the nogitsune is smart enough not to try to seduce Derek. He just pretends to be Stiles, knowing that being in possession of Stiles' mind and body is enough to effectively leash Derek.

the more i watch visionary the more i've decided that it's not so much the episode itself i had so much beef with but more fandom's reaction to it. the episode makes it pretty clear that the whole narrative conceit is that peter and gerard are manipulators and liars. they are not telling the full truth.

scott and allison are openly scornful of gerard and scott threatens him at the end. stiles explicitly tells cora that peter's told them a story.

yet fandom continues to cite peter's rendition of what happened with paige as gospel. like, yes, peter can tell the truth and does so frequently but he does so in a manner than benefits him. you often have to peel back the layers to see what peter's intentions are when he offers his help. there's usually a price of some kind. peter is a lot of things and not a single one of them is altruistic.

someone once argued with me saying peter wasn't angling for derek to give up his alpha power. i'm sorry the same dude who melodramatically was screaming about always being the alpha at the close of the season? that guy?

tell me this is not the face of a man who knows he's got his quarry on the hook. peter's always manipulating derek to some extent. it's his main hobby.

peter had an intention in telling the paige story to stiles but also in how he told it and the content of the story. he told it to stiles knowing that stiles feels a certain kind of way about derek. he tees up the story by comparing young derek to stiles's bff scott. he minimizes his presence and manipulations in what happened to paige and than closes with saying that blue eyes are an indication of killing an innocent.

he wanted to manipulate stiles's perception of derek. cora was just a bonus.

jennifer has an interesting view of derek. she definitely sees him as her savior due to him sacrificing paige which gave the nemeton enough power to sustain her life when kali almost killed her but he is also a tool. it's all conditional and all about how it benefits her the same as peter.

jennifer uses the memory of paige and derek's affection for stiles as a weapon against him. she perverts his love for them. kate did something similar in preying upon derek's grief for paige to sink her claws into him.

she uses her own victimhood to minimize her own victimization of him. she crocodile tears at him weaponizing what happened to her to manipulate him. she drops that façade quickly when it wasn't working as planned.

the thing that got him to not kill her once it was revealed who she really was? the location of stiles's father and her holding cora's life above his head.

both peter and jennifer are master manipulators and co-opt derek's traumas for their own nefarious purposes.

is it a wonder why derek guards his heart so closely? why he doesn't think he's good for people? with people like this constantly using him for their ends and manipulating him with his own heart?

the nogitsune is interesting because it doesn't even really bother with derek all that much. it wants him out of the way more than anything to the point of giving derek little distractions and than uses him as a protector when necessary.

the nogitsune was there in the cellar when derek mercy killed paige so i do wonder if it was aware while it was trapped in that jar.

it's possible that it could gain more glee from knowing how easily it leashed derek by simply possessing stiles and being aware of the distress it would cause stiles to force derek into a position of having to mercy kill another person he cared about. i would bet it had this as a contingency or a possible play if necessary.

the nogitsune fed off chaos, strife and pain. it clearly didn't have to be physical. it likes it's psychological warfare and it was playing with scott, lydia, allison and kira for all they were worth.

derek hale was probably reserved for dessert tbh. all that pain and trauma probably looked like an after dinner mint to it.

[ravenmold]

Pretty Please tell me about "idk man ……. Pirate au" 🥺🥺🥺

Hey PaniC 😌❤️

Surprising absolutely nobody, this is a pirate au for sterek that was inspired by the first season of OFMD. I think specifically that episode where they infiltrated the bougie party of snobby nobles 😂 I started it in March of 2023, literal months before I even found out Mattfoggy and back then every idea I had was sterek.

It's 1300 words but they're all following the more traditional raven structure: little bits of scenes and quotes and ideas and notes to myself so that I can capture the Vibes™. There's really nothing coherent about my writings but I'll share a lil snippet so you can judge it, and then afterwards the plot summary I have so far.

Derek has conflicting feelings about stowaways. Pirates deal with them often, as it’s the easiest way for convicts to escape the immediate vicinity, and pirates avoid law enforcement by design, so it’s an almost logical agreement – except for the fact that most stowaways steal your food, loot, gunpowder, and wouldn’t hesitate to kill a crew member if their safety was threatened. Overall, a loose cannon, and most pirates agree that they’re best dealt with by the sea itself.

Maybe it was because he was a stowaway himself, as a young boy, hiding among crates for a week straight on a horrible smelling supply ship, that he can’t seem to be quite so hard on them. Maybe it’s the fact that when he sees this one, Boyd dragging him about by the scruff of his collar, young face covered in grime and cheekbones stark from malnourishment, he’s reminded instantly of his own voyage to the unknown back in his boyhood. Maybe it’s because of the utter insanity of long months at sea that his next words are, unthinkingly, unprompted, “There you are, lad. Got lost, did you?"

Boyd's eyebrows shoot up.

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“Derek.” “Don’t call me that.” “It is your name, is it not? Or do you prefer Captain?” “Would you quiet down! If you want to give me away, I prefer you take me directly to the Commander, instead of someone overhearing you and alarming the guards. At least then I’d have some semblance of dignity.” The young man snickers, unexpectedly. “You’re not at all like I remember you.” Derek can’t believe he’s having this conversation. “Yes, well, you were what, a mere lad of ten? And I was so new to captaincy. It would have been more of an insult if you thought I remained the same.” “I was fourteen, and it wasn’t that long ago. I just—I thought. I remember you more … grumbly. You were tired all the time. You sighed a lot.” He has to keep himself from sighing right now, it would only cause the man to laugh more. His disguise is already precarious as it is. “Perhaps you would recall that I had a lot to manage at the time. A rival who attacked my ship. A first mate injured in the process. A stowaway that I had to make a plan with?”

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“You were after something tonight, weren’t you? Had your charm turned all the way up. Nary an eye could keep away from you.” Stiles’ smile was all curling contentment, the cat that got the cream. “So it worked?” He practically purred. Derek crinkled his nose. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me. I didn’t see you leave with anyone, if that’s what you wanted. But you must not be too sorry if you’re smiling like that.”

And this is the working summary I wrote down for myself:

Stiles had always known what he wanted, since he was a boy hiding on a pirate ship. Had he gotten it? Well, not quite the way he’d wanted. But he was a patient man, and he knew the tides always came back. Derek showed mercy to a stowaway once, in his first year as a pirate captain, and he’s been paying for it ever since.

😂 so what's my plot here???

Well, young pirate captain Derek encounters a stowaway on his ship, and instead of making him walk the plank like he knows he should, he pretends that he hired the boy.

The boy leaves at the next port and they part ways as unlikely friends. Years later, Derek recognises him at a masquerade ball that he's infiltrating and has to try and bribe Stiles to keep quiet. The only bribe Stiles will accept at all is to go work for Derek on his boat again, so at the end of the night Stiles tags along when Derek goes back.

After this I don't remember if they go on more adventures and if Derek just finds out why Stiles is so happy to be coming with him - because he'd developed a crush on Derek years back and when he'd heard about Derek's plan to infiltrate the ball, he concocted his own plan to join in. Also there's some other details I never straightened out properly, like the reason Stiles was a stowaway, and uhm............other things happen in the fic too. But you get the gist 😌 self indulgent pirate shenanigans 😂

....i should watch season 1 of OFMD again, maybe I'd be inspired to continue on it.

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Idk if you're still taking requests, but can I request a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is his girlfriend and she gets taken and is in danger and at a pack meeting Scott mentions he hasnt seen her all day and what not, and Derek loses it and goes searching for her but has no idea where to start? You can end it however you feel, please.

thanks for requesting!

changed it up a bit hope you don't mind!

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"You know what?! I've had just about enough of you!" you were shouting at the top of your lungs, yelling across the loft at Derek.

"So then leave, (Y/N)! Stop threatening to leave, stop pretending we're still in love or that we're happy with each other, just get the fuck out of here!"

Derek sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. He remembered the last conversation between the two of you, it had been nearly a week. You'd been ignoring him ever since, you were staying with Scott, or at least Derek assumed.

He looked at this phone, looking at the texts he sent to you.

He shook his head, turning his phone off once again before getting off the couch, getting ready for the pack meeting.

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Derek kept his eyes opened as the pack entered the loft, keeping his eyes out for you.

But you didn't come. You weren't there. He watched as Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Allison, and Lydia all entered, not seeing you.

He clenched his jaw, before sitting across from the pack.

"(Y/N)'s still mad?" Stiles asked while Derek nodded.

"They won't pick up my texts or calls," he sighed.

"What happened?" Derek frowned at Scott's words.

"They didn't tell you?" he asked.

"No, why? What happened?" Liam asked.

"We got into an argument about something," Derek started.

"About what?" Allison asked.

"They didn't tell any of you?" Derek began to feel slightly worried as they all shook their heads.

"It doesn't matter now... when is the last time any of you saw them?" Derek asked.

"Not for a week," they all replied.

He felt a pang in his chest, shaking his head.

"Call them. Right now," Scott noticed the worried look on Derek's face, quickly dialing your number.

It went straight to voicemail. The rest of the pack began to get out their phones, all calling you and texting you.

"They're not answering," Stiles said softly.

Derek's chest began to ache, no one knew where you were, no one could get in touch with you.

"They're missing," Isaac spoke, his voice breaking slightly.

"Scott, Isaac, go upstairs, get their clothes, try to find their scent. I'll call their parents, I'll ask if they're there. Allison, get weapons from your dad. Lydia, Stiles, go ask Melissa if she's seen (Y/N) and if she says no, tell me," they all nodded as Derek commanded, out of fear for you.

The rest of them walked off, while Derek got his phone out of his pocket, dialing your dad's number.

"Hello, Derek," he greeted.

"Hey, Mr. (Y/L/N), is (Y/N) at home with you guys?" Derek asked.

"No, kid. We haven't talked to (Y/N) all week. Is something wrong?" he asked.

Derek felt his throat tighten, tears rushed to his eyes.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just forgot they told me that they were going to hang out with some friends from work. Sorry to bother you," Derek ended the call, more tears rushing from his eyes as he paced, rubbing the nape of his neck.

He reached for his wallet, knowing he had to go to Sheriff Stilinski.

He grabbed his keys, quickly running out of the loft.

Where are you, (Y/N)?

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[cyphersuna]

1. HUMAN DOGS

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader!mikaelson (Slow burn), derek hale x ex-lover!reader, mcCall pack x platonic!reader, original family x sister!reader, stiles stilinski x platonic!reader (at the moment)

sypnosis; Y/N Mikaelson arrives in a small town with the hope of becoming independent and having a new life but a near accident will turn her plans around and risk them knowing who he is.

Has the war of Original Vampires and Wolves started?

The smallest of the Mikealsons, will she be with a wolf?

Will Isaac accept Y/N?

warnings; none

author’s note: hello baeess, welcome to a new #saturdayofyouaremikaelson!!! I only hope you enjoy this chapter because your emotion excites me and if your emotion excites me, I will be excited to do more chapters to excite you. see you next week 😺

Word count; 1.7k

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YOU WERE ENTERING Beacon Hills while looking at the forest around you which looked spooky, possibly because it was night or they were infested with those human dogs. Possibly both. You still remember the faces of Niklaus, Kol and Elijah knowing that you would live here. You think it was the best thing in the world, but you get it. That your sister, the youngest of the Mikaelson clan, decides to move alone, with no one from her family nearby and in a "city" full of dogs. You would also worry.

It began to be heard on the radio lurk from the neighborhood to which you began to hum it. This century was very different: 16-year-olds look like 18 or 19, their type of clothing... You did not complain, it is better than the clothes of before.

Six teens and two adults appeared out of nowhere to which you stopped. You got out of the car and they watched you from head to toe. One in particular made your blood run cold. Derek Hale...

You sighed and spoke.

"Forgiveness! Are you okay?" You asked, and the bearded one came up to you.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and you start to breathe. Human dogs have to hear it and feel it so they know that you are not something supernatural. Speaking of that title, it's the best series and more daddy Dean. You pulled myself out of your thoughts and looked from left to right to fix your gaze on the dark haired man.

"Me?" He nodded. "Sorry. Do I know you?"

"Don't act, Mikaelson," he snap at and Peter comes closer to both of you. The Good Peter, he was more your brother than the ones you have, well not so much like that but he was like a brother.

"I think you're wrong" you say to see him in the eyes. "My name is not like that" you say playing stupid, well! When you don't? Coming here you thought that Derek and Peter would leave and more because of what happened to his sister who did not doubt that Peter would kill her. But just in case you knew you would have to change your first and last name.

"It's not a name," says the older of the two raising an eyebrow. "What's your name?" He ask.

"Diane Jones" you say pretending to be a little scared. You saw how Derek would glare at you deadly and the teens stared at the scene in confusion. Wow! The redhead's shoes were fantastic.

"What brings you to Beacon Hills?" Asked Peter.

"I came to live here" you respond.

"Alone?" Said the one with black hair, super furious. He looked sexier like that. "Without your parents?"

"Excuse me, but I don't have to tell you anything" You walked back and Derek took your arm tightly and the children approached looking worried.

"You won't leave until you answer." Peter put his hand on Derek's shoulder with a "calm down" look

"And your parents?" He asks calmly.

"I do not have. I'm an orphan" you say looking at your feet. Seriously, you deserve an Oscar for best actress.

"How did you get here?" Peter still asked.

"My uncles sent me here to study and not cause problems" you say looking at Peter.

"Don't li-" Derek says to be interrupted.

"It's not her" said Peter. "Listen" as you said, breathing helps and more if it is accelerated when you feel threatened.

"Can I go?" You asked.

"Yes" Peter says. You walked to your car and your turned it on to continue on your way, when you saw that you were far away you start to laugh. Derek's faces and the wolf children, the banshee, and the humans were gold.

You arrived at your new home. You smiled when you saw that it was normal, not big and not too small. A normal house. It was supposed to be furnished since yesterday. You got out of your car and opened to see the living room, you closed the door and walked into the kitchen and up the stairs. You went into all the rooms and they were perfect and yours was much more.

It was big, being a Mikaelson it couldn't be small. You were already beginning to miss them. Well not all. Elijah and Rebekah's overproduction were suffocating. Also you will no longer be listening "little Klaus" or "little Kol" You're not like them, you just like to have fun. And you like being with them more. Kol and you, hunted and had fun at parties and flirting with people. Klaus gave you life lessons. You were amused by his stories and how could he be so... him. Of your seven siblings, you only loved Kol and Klaus, of course you had your differences: you were friends with Katherine and Klaus hates her, you love the Salvatore brothers with your life and they detest them, even more. You lay down on the bed and you smiled a smile that only bring problems.

Isaac Lahey Pov

"It was her," Derek says, somehow I felt concern and more to see how he reacted when he saw the girl as our age.

"Who is she?" Scott ask.

"Y/N Mikaelson" Peter said calmly.

"And she is...?" Stiles question them.

"She is one of the Originals and Derek's great love," Peter replies.

"Original of what?" Lydia ask.

"From the Original Vampires," Derek says angrily.

"They exist?" Almost all of us say at the same time.

"Yes. And between them the two hybrid of Vampire and werewolf" explains Peter.

"What is a hybrid?" Allison ask to which Stiles responds.

"Hybrids are a supernatural cross between two or more different species. The term is commonly used to describe a werewolf turned vampire, as they were the first type of hybrid introduced to the world. However, since the creation of the werewolf-vampire hybrids, there have been other hybrids of other races in the universe, such as siphons turned into witch-vampire hybrids, werewolf-witch hybrids, among others" he says to finish.

"How do you know that?" Asks Scott.

"I read it when I was trying to find out what you were, but I thought the vampire thing was a lie," Stiles responds.

"A hybrid is more lethal than any werewolf or vampire" Says Derek. "Nature does not tolerate such an imbalance of power. Thus, the warlocks, the servants of nature, saw to it that the wolfish side of Klaus and Y/N Mikaelson are asleep. But they are still a danger.

"Who are the Mikaelsons?" I ask.

"The Mikaelson family is a powerful family whose line goes back at least to the Kingdom of Norway in the late 10th century with Mikael and Esther, a wealthy landowner and a Viking warrior, and a housewife and a witch, respectively. In the early 11th century, the family was deadly until the loss of Esther and Mikael's seventh child, Henrik to a werewolf attack that spurred them to use Esther's magic to turn Mikael and the rest of their living children into the The world's first vampires, from whom all Vampires are descended from the original vampires, are known as the most powerful supernatural beings in the world, but the Mikaelson family is also known to have members who are also witches and hybrids. Among them are two hybrids: Klaus and Y/N. In total the Mikaelsons are eight; Mikael, the father, Esther, the mother, Freya, The first daughter which is only a witch and does not belong to the original lineage, Finn, The second son, Elijah, the third son, Klaus, the fourth son which is the hybrid and is not the son of Mikael but bears his last name, Kol, the fifth son, Rebekah, the sixth daughter, Y/N, the seventh daughter which is not the daughter of Mikael and the last, Henrik, the eighth son. Of these eight only are alive: Freya, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah and Y/N" Derek answers.

''They wasted no time," Stiles says.

"Neither is Esther. Children of different parents" I say smiling. "But how did "first hybrids" happen?

"When Klaus and Y/N first killed after being turned into vampires, they triggered their werewolf gene, which finally reveals the truth of their true paternity to their family: Klaus and Y/N were not Mikael's children but the boss's children of her village werewolf clan, with whom Esther had an affair. Once Mikael learned of Esther's infidelity and realized that her lover's pack were the werewolves who killed Henrik, Mikael hunted down and killed Klaus and Y/N's father and his entire family, igniting a war. Between vampires and werewolves that still exists. Shortly after the Mikaelsons became vampires and learned of Klaus and Y/N werewolves' legacy, Esther was forced to curse Klaus and Y/N to make their werewolf natures lie dormant, so that they didn't bother yet. More to nature by possessing so much power. However, Klaus and Y/N felt betrayed by this punishment, and in retaliation, Klaus murdered his mother and framed Mikael for the act. Understood?" Peter asks and I nod.

"I'm more than sure it's her!" Derek exclaims.

"It has to be her, if you questioned her or just stopped...-Lydia says to be interrupted by Peter.

"It's her Doppelgänger..."

Y/N Mikaelson Pov

You got out of the tub while you were dripping to grab the towel and start drying off. Tomorrow would be your first day in high school, you had never attended one and according to Caroline and Stefan they are very good, also Rebekah go into one and she looks older than you. You wrapped the towel around your body and left the bathroom to go to your room. You dropped the towel while you felt the air all over your body, you took off your underwear from the wardrobe and then put on a loose shirt and some pajama shorts. You go down to the kitchen for some whiskey and you go back upstairs. You arranged your things for tomorrow and left them arranged so that you only had to go...

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Scott McCall- The Wrong Person

I head over to Lydia’s house to hang out with everyone as usual. Once I arrive I see Allison’s car and immediately feel guilty and upset. You see I've like Scott for a while now, but nothing can ever happen because Scott is dating Allison. Allison and I used to be really close but once I started to get feelings for Scott I had to distance myself from them both. I walk into the house and walk outside where all the noise is coming from

"Ahhh YN finally your here I feel like I haven't seen you in ages" Allison runs to me and hugs me

"Yeah sorry about that" I hug her back

"Hey YN where have you been. Your never round anymore. I miss my best friend" Scott now walks over to us and pulls me into a hug. I quickly pull away

"I thought Stiles was your best friend"

"You know you and Stiles are on par of being my best friends" I roll my eyes and smile, maybe pretending that I don't fancy my best friend and my best friends boyfriend won't be so bad. I walk away over to Stiles who is sat with Liam and Lydia on the couch next to the pool

"Hey YN" Stiles stands to hug me

"How are you doing, you know after what you told us the other week?" Lydia asks, I guess she's kinda replaced Allison in the sense I now tell Lydia everything that I would normally tell Allison

"I don't know I feel awful, guilty, just a horrible person"

"It's just a small crush. You'll get over him" Liam says putting his arm around my shoulder

"She'll get over who?" I hear Scott behind us "who do we need to look into? What's his name?"

"No one don't worry about it" I say staring at Liam mad

"Come on YN you use to tell me everything"

"Dude leave it yeah" Stiles says

"What's going on?" Allison now walks over with the others

"Nothings going on" I say annoyed

"YN has a crush and won't tell me who" Scott crosses his arms as he sits opposite me, Allison follows and sits on his lap. I look at Stiles and he pulls me in for a hug

"Wait are you two?" Allison points between me and Stiles

"Eww no she's like a sister to me"

"Then who is it?"

"Just drop it" I stand up and walk into the house and sit down on the couch.

How is this my life? How did I get into this mess? Allison is one of my best friends how could I do this to her? How could I be such a bitch? I know nothing could ever happen between me and Scott but how do I get over him? How do I stop these feelings? How do I stop the jealousy? My thoughts are interrupted but Scott sitting next to me

"You gonna talk?" I can feel the tears already threatening to fall "come on YN I know you, whatever this is it's ruining you so spill"

"Fine. There's this guy and I really like him..."

"Ok so talk to him. Do I know him?" I chuckle

"Really well. But he has a girlfriend and I dont know how to stop feeling jealous whenever he and his girlfriend are together, it's so bad of me but I don't know what to do. I don't want to split them up, but it's hard seeing them together and the worst part is I'm so close to these people" I see Scott’s face scrunch as if he's trying to think of who it is

"Derek and Braeden?" He asks, I sigh and shake my head

"No you and Allison"

"Oh" Scott turns and leans on his knees with his hands covering his mouth

"I'm sorry I like you, but I just don't know what to do" I wipe the tears falling

"Is this why you've been distant lately" I nod my head

"Oh YN I had no idea"

"I know. I only told Stiles, Lydia and Liam and now you. God I'm a horrible person" I stand up and run my hands over my face

"No your not. Things like this happen..."

"But it shouldn't. I've ruined my friendship with you and Allison and now I..."

"YN that's enough" Scott stands up and holds my shoulder "you have not ruined anything. Your still my best friend. We will figure that out I promise"

"Allison’s gonna hate me"

"No she won't, because you've be hiding this and trying to get ride of those feelings. Allison’s got some makeup wipes, I'll go and get some and we can join the others" Scott goes off towards the group outside. I wait for a few minutes when Allison comes in holding the wipes

"YN I had no idea that you were feeling like that"

"You heard?" I say embarrassed

"Yeah”

“Did then others hear?”

“Yeah. You left the door open, but like Scott said we're gonna figure this out ok" Allison hugs me and I break down even more.

Time skip 3 months

Since talking to Scott and Allison things have been getting better. I no longer see Scott in that way and with the thanks to Lydia I have been on a few dates, but I’m still single. I’m sure I’ll find the right guy soon.

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Crush

Pairing: Derek x Fem!Reader

Request: Y/N is a different and rare specimen of wolf, so she can purr just like a kitty when she's happy. Derek realises she always purrs when he's close to her, and he found out she had a hidden crush on him. I would love to see the reader embarrassed with her purr. I would like to see some fluff and cute stuff too. Thank you! <3

As you stood there fumbling with your fingers, you found it hard to compose yourself. Stiles had sent you over to Derek's loft to attempt to resolve an altercation that had happened between the two of them earlier today, which meant you were forced to be near Derek. The truth was, you actually really liked Derek, but you tried your hardest to conceal your feelings for fear of embarrassment. But you hated to be near him, due to a problematic trait that came with being a wolf. You see, you were a special species of wolf. And you'd found that whenever you were happy, you purred. Which meant that whenever you were with Derek, you purred. And this made it hard for you to be near him since your own biology threatened to expose your secret crush. Now, you were forced to stand in front of him, awkwardly trying to repeat Stiles' previous words. "Uh, Stiles wanted me to tell you-"

"The next words that come out of your mouth better be that he's sorry. God I could kill him sometimes. He does realise I'm a werewolf, right?" Derek interrupted. You couldn't help but chuckle. Stiles was always pissing him off like this. Maybe he had forgotten that Derek could literally rip his throat out if he wanted to. Looking up, you saw that Derek was now smiling slightly. "Why are you smiling?"

"Do you like have any control over that purring noise?" He laughed.

"What?"

"Oh come on, I'm not deaf. I hear it all the time, and you were just doing it."

As you stared at him with wide eyes, you felt like you were being shrouded in a cloud of hot mist. Quickly looking down in an attempt to hide your probably red face, you began to mumble something to him. "No, I don't have control of it. And it sucks."

"Oh, come on. It's cute."

"Really?" You questioned, lifting your head back up so you could look at him.

He nodded, smiling. "Yeah, you're like a little cat."

"Oh god." You whispered, burying your face in your hands.

"Don't do that." He laughed, walking towards you and prying your hands away from your face. "There's nothing wrong with your purr, it's great."

You just continued to stare at him like an idiot, unable to utter a single word.

"Uh, (y/n)? Can I...ask you something?"

Oh god. He was going to ask why you purred all the time, wasn't he? Your ridiculous trait was finally going to betray you. Derek would ask why you purr and you'd be forced to tell him the truth about your feelings. Great. Seeing no way out of this, you decided to nod yes.

He smiled. "Do you uh...like me?"

Oh shit. He just went straight to the exposure. You didn't know what to do. Do you tell him the truth? Do you run away? Do you continue to stand there in silence? Maybe you could pretend you'd suddenly gone deaf. No, that wouldn't work. You'd just look more ridiculous. "Yes." You breathed out, suddenly feeling like the world around you was spinning out of control.

He just smirked. "Thought so."

"What?"

"Well, you're always purring when you're around me, even though you don't think I hear you. And ya know, cats purr when they're happy. So I just figured maybe you were the same."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He laughed.

"I dunno."

You almost fell over when he gently gripped your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes. "I like you too."

That was it. You were out for the count. Your legs had given way and you were falling to the ground. Luckily, Derek caught your now motionless body before you could hit the ground. He carefully stood you back up, smiling down at you. "You good? Is it safe to let go now?"

Without thinking, you quickly flung your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. And much to your surprise, he hugged back. However, you felt like you were going to collapse again when you felt him bury his face into the crook of your neck. This was happening. You were hugging Derek Hale and he was happily leaning into it. "Thanks." You smiled.

"For what?"

"This."

[statticscribbles]

Crush

Summary: Female!Scott McCall/Male werewolf!reader, Reader is a werewolf part of Scott’s pack, they keep dancing around their feelings as Scott is the alpha and feels bad about ‘abusing her rank’ Stiles makes a plot to get them together

”Stiles leave it alone, I know you know how I feel for Scout but like…” You quiet as you can sense her walking in. You try not to flush with embarrassment but you fail, if the way Stiles laughs means anything.

“Just admit it Y/N!”

“No fuck off Stiles.” You laugh a little enjoying the lighthearted teasing.

“Admit what?” Scout leans forward and you avoid looking at her. Scout McCall is the Alpha of your pack, her hair always smells like fresh grass and her laugh is pretty much what angels sound like as far as you’re concerned, you might be biased with the massive crush you hold for her but you push it from your mind once again, just because she’d bitten you. Choosing you for her pack to be her second in command didn’t mean she had a soft spot for you. Stiles assured you that wasn’t the case, and while you’d caught her watching you during lacrosse games you’d brushed it off to her trying to get a feel for how to help you with training. Your crush seemed to get in the way of training with her and you found yourself almost wanting to ask Derek to train you but you knew you’d have to confess your crush and you knew both he and Stiles would never let you live it down.

So you swallowed your crush and the knowledge that she sometimes caught you staring and tried to be a better werewolf to actually help her.

This backfires, she seems to avoid you more and more, and Stiles is constantly mumbling that you need to confess your crush on her or he’ll blurt it himself and you threaten him with slashing the jeep’s tires.

Scout seems to also talk to Stiles more which makes you worry she’s into him.

Stiles finally seems to relax about his persistence and you think you’re in the clear until Liam and Issac both start up the chorus of ‘tell scout’ while Stiles drops off. You end up snarling at them and losing control only slightly in the forest, both of them a little shocked but willing to submit, you’re surprised and want to question them but they shrug.

“You’re like our dad sorta, I mean if Scout is our mom that is. You should confesssssss…..” Liam howls with laughter at what you’re sure is your dumbstruck face.

”Stiles, I wont! It’s unfair! I’m the Alpha, I can’t, I can’t put that sort of pressure on him!! I’m not going to ruin everything because I have the wrong type of feelings!”

“Scout.. They’re not the wrong feelings, just fucking say somethign to him please. I’m exhausted of having to keep my mouth shut since Derek told me not to meddle. I’ll tell Liam and Issac I swear I will Scout… wait.” You swear you can hear Stiles grin and you keep your breathing even so Scout won’t hear where you are.

“I’ll tell your mom.”

“NO!” She shouts and then cringes, you take this opportunity to move, as if you’ve just heard the shout.

“Look what you did!”

“You brought this on yourself. Same goes Y/N.” You’re about to ask what but then, Stiles shoves you forward and you smack into Scout, cringing as you hear the locking of the door.

“You really think a locked door will hold us!” Scout laughs nervously.

“No but this will! You have a crush on-”

“You promised not to tell!!!!” You and Scout shout at the same time.

“See? Told you you should confess.”

“You’re so dead.” Scout hisses and you chuckle at her anger.

“So uh, wolf’s outta the bag now I guess.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry Stiles told that I have a crush on you.” Scout looks away as she speaks and you choke, coughing a little.

“I know, I know, it’s not fair, me being Alpha, I’m like forcing you into a relationship, and abusing my rank, it’s not fair and I should have said something sooner, but it’s fine, we can just pretend it didn't.. What’re you doing?” Scout tilts her head as she watches you lie face down on the floor and scream.

“I thought Stiles told you about my crush, so this is like one part a relief and five parts pain.”

“Five parts pain?”

“If i had said something we could have gone to that school dance, or kissed, or like actually trained together.”

“We could have kissed…” Scout’s eyes widen and her face flushes, yours does too as she sits next to you, as you sit up from the floor.

“You still can!” Stiles shouts in and then you hear his footsteps retreating.

“How much are we betting the door wasn’t even locked?”

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Oppressed. White. Man.

@russianspacegeckosexparty​: So, of course I finish your ask and Tumblr decided to eat it. So I figured I would do this.

About the trend of using the Hales as oppressed minorities and Scott as a colonizer of Werewolfism.

First, anyone who believe that is a fucking idiot. Full stop.

Second, it will never amuse me that fandom goes out of it’s way to victimize white men in any, and all, ways as they villanize nonwhite men in every way possible.

The Hales who we know are insanely rich are oppressed. 

In the case of Derek and Peter they are attractive white men and are seen as that to the general public. This need to pretend that they are oppressed minorities are more than just stupid. It’s offensive.

Let’s look at one of these supposed “oppressed minorities”- 

Derek Hale and his relationship with another minority.

Vernon Boyd.

Funny how fandom doesn’t seem to label Boyd as this despite him eventually being a werewolf himself. We know he struggled socially and a case could be made financially as he tells Stiles “Have you seen the piece-of-crap bus that I ride?”

You know, as Stiles tries to scam Boyd out of the money he owes him.

We know he struggles socially with not many friends.

Then in comes Derek Hale and he offers him the chance to belong. To have a place if he just accepts the bite. He uses Boyd’s desires to convince him to join his pack.

For his concern for Boyd and out of the goodness of Derek’s heart? 

Of course not.

Derek wants to build his power base so he chooses teens who are more vulnerable to accept his bite because of their current situations.

This white man literally used a black man’s circumstances to his own benefit and we are supposed to see Derek Hale as an oppressed minority?

Okay.

Fandom has no problem considering Scott an oppressive minority.

You see, because he dared to get involved to try and not have Boyd go into this blindly. 

Scott telling Boyd exactly who Derek is and what he wants (and that turned out to be 100% true) is seen as taking Boyd’s choice away.

As if Scott told Boyd he isn’t allowed the bite. It’s not like Scott wasn’t exactly where Boyd was.

Sure, Scott wasn’t given a choice in taking the bite, but Derek was right there saying all the things he told Boyd. 

He can help him get what he wants when once again the only thing Derek cared about was his own self-interests.

 More than happy to use Scott to make sure he got what he wanted.

Let’s take a moment to think about how Scott not letting Boyd go into this new life uninformed is seen as oppressive.

Almost like fandom approves of Derek’s manipulative tactics in order to get what he wants.

So, now Scott becomes someone who is colonizing something they feel doesn’t belong to him (and that he never once asked for in the first place)

Fandom judges him for not getting bitten, seeing this strange adult stalk him, threaten him and his loved one, and saying 

To whatever Derek wants. 

Give up his life? Join his pack? Stay away from people that Derek doesn’t approve of?

Sure thing Mister! Whatever you say!

The fact that Scott didn’t do those things got him stalked, beaten, and constantly threatened.

Tell me again, who is the oppressed minority?

[stiles-halee]

Kinkmas Day 5: Phone Sex

Stiles was going to throw up. Or pass out. Or maybe throw up and then pass out. Or maybe pass out as he was throwing up.

It wasn't an instant regret, he didn't know what he had just done. It took a few minutes and Stiles' impatience, for him to come to the conclusion as to what he had just done.

Usually the guy he had been texting, Brett, texted him right back, especially after the kind of text Stiles had just sent him. The naked kind of text.

But he hadn't answered for about ten minutes, strange for him. Stiles knew he didn't have work, it came up in casual conversation (which they didn't have very often) that Brett's only day off was Tuesday's.

Brett and Stiles had been hooking up for about a month now, completely casual and just for fun. They had met before at a couple lacrosse games, and rekindled over some stupid gay hookup app. Stiles swore he was going to delete it the day after he created it, but awoke to a message in the app.

The rest was sort of history, sweaty, hot, history.

They always hooked up on Tuesdays, and oftentimes liked to send the hint of wanting to hook up with a provocative picture. But Brett hadn't responded.

Stiles huffed out a breath, taking a seat on the couch and pulling out his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and immediately went to his text messages, checking the most recent one he sent, the one to Brett, only to find it wasn't there.

At the top of the most recent messages was Derek's name. That's weird, he must have missed a text from him. Squinting in confusion, Stiles opened up the chat, only to go pale. Oh. My. God.

There on his phone was a picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles that he had sent to Derek, not to Brett. Holy mother of God.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Stiles chanted, leaning forward and trying not to throw up.

"Oh my God." He threw his phone beside him on the couch, burying his head in his hands. He and Derek hadn't talked in weeks. Sure, the brooding wolf had very slightly opened up to the rest of the pack, but not necessarily to Stiles. They nodded to each other at weekly pack meetings (Scott's suggestion to try and keep them all close for now, as was the summer before they all started college, everyone was prepared to go their separate ways, to get out of this town), but never talked.

Stiles' face burned red with embarrassment, he would never be able to face the man again, not as long as he lived. He shook his head in his hands. At least he never really had to see him again. I mean, in less than a month, he would be at Stanford. Sure he was still in California, but he was hours away from Beacon Hills, hours away from Derek.

He was still deep in thought, feeling sick to his stomach when his phone buzzed on the opposite side of the couch. Oh dear God. Had Derek responded? He couldn't look.

He stared at his hands, worrying his lip between his teeth. He couldn't look. He had to look.

He lunged at his phone, grabbing it quickly. How Derek chose to respond didn't really matter, he was never going to see the man again, not after something like that. Consider his summer over. The last three pack meetings were cancelled, as far as Stiles was concerned.

With trembling fingers, Stiles unlocked his phone, staring at the home screen. He had a message from Derek, big surprise. He wondered for a moment how Derek would respond. Maybe he would type angrily in all caps, or send a puking emoji, maybe he would threaten to send it to someone.

Ears burning like fire, Stiles opened up the message and slightly relaxed.

I don't think you meant to send that to me.

What a mundane response. Normal, appropriate, simple. Stiles had never been more thankful for the man of few words. That could have been so much worse.

Stiles shook his head, taking in a deep breath. It was fine, it would be fine. A simple mistake, really. He would profusely apologize, move to Stanford, and never see Derek again. Life would go on. It was fine.

His phone buzzed again, breaking him from his thoughts. On instinct, he looked down again at his phone and then froze.

But I like what I see.

Oh my God. Stiles blinked several times, rereading the latest text several times. He double-no, triple, checked that it was from Derek.

But I like what I see.

Now it was Stiles turn to stare at the unexpected text message he had just received, confused and embarrassed still. How was he supposed to respond to that? I mean, he shouldn't ignore that right? It certainly wasn't the response he expected but it also didn't bother him.

Blood pooled at his groin at the thought of Derek seeing that picture, at Derek liking it.

Was this seriously his life, was this seriously happening right now?

Stiles bit his lip again, typing and erasing each message he tried to prepare. He had no words for that, no words could describe how he was feeling, because he didn't even know how he was feeling. Even so, he felt as though he had to say something. Besides, they both had their read receipts on, Derek would know Stiles had read his messages.

Sorry.

Before Stiles could psych himself out, he sent it. One word, an apology for the accidental text, so Derek would know it indeed was not meant for him. Maybe they would be able to forget about it, move on, maybe Stiles wouldn't have to hide at Stanford for the rest of his life, but for now, that was still the plan.  

Don't be.

Fuck, what did that mean? Derek had to be joking, he had to be. There was no way that Derek actually liked that photo, no way. Derek, the guy who shoved him around and shot him glares. Sure Peter joked about the sexual tension in the room but that wasn't sexual tension that was just. . . Derek's hatred for Stiles. Just regular ole tension

Stiles huffed out a sigh, heading to his room. He put the phone on the charger, determined to sleep and forget about this night. Maybe it was all just a dream. Wishful thinking.

It was also wishful thinking that he would be able to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for hours, wrapped up in his navy blue sheets. He got a cup of tea at some point, opened up the window for a nice cool breeze, read a couple chapters of a book, even wacked one out, trying his hardest not to think of Derek, but nothing worked.

Eventually, around five in the morning, pure exhaustion took over and he got about two hours of off and on sleep.

In the morning, Stiles felt utterly wrecked. He wiped at his eyes and rolled over to grab his phone, unfortunately it was usually the first thing he did in the morning. He was used to being called in the middle of the night, something crazy was always happening in Beacon Hills, so checking for missed calls and texts first thing sort of became a routine.

He didn't have seventeen missed calls from Scott this time, only two notifications. An email from the University (most likely telling them once more just how excited they were to have him), and a text from Derek, at 6:32 AM.

What the hell was he doing up that early, and why did he text Stiles- oh. Oh yeah. Heat rushed to Stiles' face again, cheeks burning in embarrassment. He had totally sent a nude to Derek. But. . . Derek had liked it. Or at least claimed to, prank or not.

Maybe Isaac had gotten a hold of his phone, had seen it and pretended to be Derek. Ugh. That meant Isaac had seen his junk.

Clearing his throat, Stiles opened up the text.

Good morning.

A simple text, a weird one from Derek, but none the less- oh dear mother of God.

Stiles sat up in bed so fast his head spun. He shook his head, trying to rid the dizziness and stared down at his phone, mouth agape.

Right below the good morning text was a picture of Derek. A not suitable for work picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek with his hand around his hard cock.

Oh my God.

Stiles didn't know what to say, what to do. It was very clearly Derek in the photo. I mean sure, Stiles had never seen the man's cock, which was huge by the way, but he'd seen the man shirtless plenty of times, that was Derek. Derek with his rock hard abs, slightly hairy chest, deep v-line and hung, hard, cock.

Derek fucking Hale had just sent Stiles a nude.

Stiles smirked, in awe. This was the best thing that had happened to him since. . . ever. He was going to frame that photo. Was going to save it as his background on his phone and laptop. The only thing better than a picture of Derek would be seeing Derek-.

Quickly, Stiles began typing, because if that was a possibility, he wasn't going to let that slip through his fingers.

Well good morning to you too.

It was sly, teasing, perfect for the situation, if you asked Stiles.

Derek's didn't respond, hadn't seen the message. Stiles quickly typed something else up, impatient and hoping maybe more than one message would grab the man's attention if he happened to just miss the first one.

Looks like you are happy to see me.

Stiles smirked again. If Derek was dead set on stunning Stiles, or perhaps this really was a prank, a really, really, too-far prank, then Stiles would play along. Two could play at this game.

Stiles watched his phone for a few minutes, waiting for that little delivered saying under his message to say read, but it didn't change. Huffing, Stiles got up, making himself breakfast quickly and making sure his volume was up all the way on his phone.

He was shoving waffles down his throat when he got a text, but it was just Scott, asking if he was busy today. Stiles said he was.

He cleaned the dishes thoroughly and decided to take a shower.

He definitely did not jerk off to Derek. Nope. He didn't.

Hoping out of the shower, his heart rate was still up when he checked his phone, wiping away the fog that had clung to the screen, and it went up further when he saw a text from Derek.

Woke up thinking about you.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. That was. . .  well hot for one, but also kinda sweet? Totally not like Derek.

Stiles looked down at his half-hard cock, interested already and gave it a slow stroke, hissing as he was still recovering from his last orgasm. Even so, he continued on, becoming fully hard in no time, just staring at that picture Derek had sent him.

Then Stiles did something so risky. Probably very stupid.

He took a picture of his hard dick and sent it to Derek.

So did I.

Derek was typing back immediately and Stiles went to his room, still naked, waiting for his response, stroking his dick lazily.

What were you thinking about, exactly?

Stiles typed back one handed. Risky. Stupid. But he kept going.

Thinking about that picture you sent me.

Stiles bit his lip again.

Did you like it?

Stiles almost laughed. Oh yes, he liked it.

Yes.

Derek seemed to think for a second, not texting back immediately. Honestly, Stiles was impressed that he texted as fast as he did, Derek wasn't exactly one with technology.

You should see it in person.

Stiles's heart hammered in his chest. He wondered what the "it" exactly referred to. He was so willing to find out.

Picture's don't do it justice?

Stiles teased.

I guess you'll have to come and find out.

Stiles sat up in bed quickly, running to his closet to throw on clothes. He threw on a loose shirt and some chinos, slipping on some shoes and brushing his teeth and quickly and thoroughly as he could. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, glad it was longer and hoping Derek would run his hands through it, pull it. As he was running out the door, starting his Jeep, he sent one final text.

Be there in ten.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847538/chapters/68179390

[ofpackandpride]

Bad Behavior

Requested by: @aflamboyanceofgays

Pairing: Scott McCall x Male Reader x Derek Hale

Notes: Canon divergent post season 6b content

Warnings: Smut, Handcuffs, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm.

To put things simply, you were being a brat. You were pushing buttons and testing limits, Scott and Derek were getting sick of it real quick too.

Scott was busy with school and training the newer members of the pack, so whenever you would try to do anything it would just get a smile and a “Sorry, Y/N, I’m busy right now.” or a “Sorry, Y/N, but i’m too tired.” If Scott was on the couch working on something on his laptop, you would lean against him or rest your head on his lap.

 At first Scott thought this was cute, he would adjust his laptop so you could comfortably nap, his opinion quickly changed when you would mouth at him through his pants. “Y/N, Stop it.” Scott said sternly, you give a little whine and stop mouthing at him, only to start again a few minutes later. “Y/N!” You pause when he yells your name. You huff and stop, waiting for Scott to get absorbed in his work before you start again. Hearing a growl, you see red eyes staring back down at you. “I need to finish this, it’s important.” 

You get up with a huff and an irritated ‘whatever’. Going upstairs to the room you shared with Derek and Scott, you make it a show to stomp going up the stairs and slam the door loudly.

———————

You smirk to yourself as you look at the video you just took of you stroking yourself off while in one of Derek shirts, knowing that as you send the video to Derek that he was with Peter settling things down so the preserve would be Hale property once again.

Not even a minute later you get a call from Derek.

“Y/N, What the fuck was that?” Derek growls at you through the speaker “What? I thought you’d like it.” You say innocently, as if you left a box of chocolates and didn’t just send him a video of you jerking off in his shirt.

You hear Derek sigh through the phone, placing that smirk back on your face “Don’t do it again.” Derek tells you threateningly before hanging up.

You wait for a few minutes before you send a picture of you with your face buried in his pillow and a hand on your cock with the caption ‘Smells like you’

Your phone rings a minute later with the caller idea “Der❤️” and you answer with a grin “What’s up?”

Derek doesn’t waste any time. “Cut it out, or else”

“Or else what?” You sass back, smiling at the growl through the phone.

“You’ll regret not listening the first time.” Derek threatens before hanging up.

You assume he either turned his phone off or silenced it since he didn’t reply to your next picture after that.

——–

If you were right, this was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was a pack meeting issued by Scott to be in the loft. You made sure to arrive as close to the time before it started as possible, Theo in tow behind you as you tugged him by his hand. Theo happily being an accomplice in your petty schemes.

“Sorry I’m cutting it so close, I wanted to see the Dread Doctors layer so he was showing me around.” You explain to the pack, letting go of Theo’s hand and gesturing to him. “We sorted through some of the stuff they had there and I think we narrowed down what I am. Either way, what’s up with the meeting?”

Scott sighs and rubs his temple when you finish, Derek glaring at you from his position by the window. Liam looks between the three of you, sensing the irritation from his Alpha and Senior. “Argent is taking all of the new hunters here that want to help protect people.” Scott explains, writing on a crime board Stiles bought as a type of planner for use during pack meets

“Like Nolan” Liam jumps in on behalf of his lacrosse co-captain. Eyes following you as you saunter towards Peter, who is lazily sat on the couch.

“Yeah, and the other students who want to help now that they know about the supernatural.” Scott continues, glancing over to you when you lay down on the couch with your head in Peter’s lap, internalizing his growl as Peter’s hand brushes through your hair. “Argent is planning on giving them proper training and having them adhere to the code. We talked it over and decided that while Argent will ultimately have the say with what goes on, Nolan will be the leader of the Hunters here in Beacon Hills” 

“So Nolan is like his apprentice?” Liam asks, him and Hayden scooting over so Theo can sit next to them.

“Yes, Argent also has worked to make it officially known in the world of the supernatural that Beacon Hills is under the protection of Hunters and McCall Pack, taking in supernaturals and offering protection.” Scott explains, making an effort to not look at you.

You sigh and nuzzle into Peter’s leg, feeling Derek burning holes in your head with his glare. “As nice as all of this sounds, we need more than just saying that we’re here.” You say, finally forcing Scott to look at you. 

You continue on now that you have everyone’s attention “I think that we should split up our work while nothings going on. We can have the more studious of us do research and work on creating counter measures to types of supernaturals or counters to poisons that hunters use in case someone does get injured we can treat them.” Pausing to change positions as Peter rubs his thumb on your neck, massaging tight muscles. “Then on the contrary, we are going to need to have some of us available to train those we bring in who need it. I’d say that would be best left to Derek, Parrish, Argent, and the Yukimura’s now that Kira’s finished her training.”

Lydia hums from her spot next to Stiles. “You put a lot of thought into this.” she comments. “What about you, What are you going to do?” 

You smile and roll over to your back, closing your eyes and giving a pleasured sigh when Peter idly massages your temples. “I was thinking that Me, Theo, and Peter could fix up the operating theater and set it up as a sort of base, setting it up so if any of us would need urgent medical attention we can go there instead of the hospital. Then Me, Theo, Corey, and Hayden can work on setting it up since we are all familiar with down there, this way we have something better than the clinic to go to. No offense”

Scott waves a dismissive hand, showing he wasn’t bothered by what you said. “That actually sounds really good, we can get started on that soon. Now for the next part of the meeting” Scott continues as you drift off to Peter petting you.

————

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you aren’t on the couch or on Peter anymore, but rather in your and Derek’s bed. The second is that Derek and Scott are making out next to you.

You go to roll over and stop at the sudden resistance on your wrists and clank of metal, looking up you notice that you are handcuffed to the headboard and a quick glance down to reveal you are only in your boxers. You give an experimental tug and frown when they don’t break, looking over at your boyfriends when you fail to break the cuffs.

You see Derek open an eye and glance at you before closing it again and continuing to make out with Scott.

You let out a little whimper at the way they moan into each others kiss, realizing that no matter how much you keep trying to break the cuffs, nothing happens. “Guys? Can you let me out?” You watch as Scott leans back, sitting up from Derek and taking his shirt off and diving straight back against Derek’s lips.

“C’mon guys, please? This isn’t cool!” You whine, growing hard at the show they are putting on but not being able to do anything about it. “Scott?…Derek?” You ask, whimpering when Derek starts tugging off Scott’s pants all while ignoring you.

Scott pulls back from Derek, kicking his pants off and moaning when Derek grabs his erect length and begins stroking it slowly. “Yeah. Does that feel good, Scott?”  You let out a frustrated cry, increasing your efforts against the handcuffs. Derek looks over at you as Scott tilts his head up, eyes closed as Derek pleasures him. 

“So fucking good” Comes Scott’s breathless reply as he lazily fucks into Derek’s hand, causing you to whine and hump the air in needy desperation.

“Please guys! Fuck, please let me out, need you both so bad right now.” You moan out, hoping to entice them into letting you free. 

You let out a frustrated sob when they continue to ignore you, tears begin pooling in your eyes as you thrash around in your restraints, hoping to appeal to one of them to let you free.

Continuing your begging, you try a multitude of different approaches. All yielding the same result of being ignored, all until you go lax in your restraints. Quietly sniffling as tears slowly roll down your cheek.

“Are you ready to be good?” You snap to Derek’s gaze as he asks the question, nodding rapidly as smooths back your hair. “Do you know why we did this?” You give an ashamed nod at that, looking to the side to avoid the disappointed looks you are receiving.

Scott sighs and moves so he’s sitting on your lap practically, gently tilting your head with a hand under your chin. “Y/N, look at me.” You whine and keep staring to the side, now wanting to face your Alpha. “Y/N. Now.” Comes Scott’s stern command, pulling your focus to his ruby red eyes. “Tell me, do you know why you are going to be punished?”

“Why am I even going to be punished! I didn’t do anything!” You lie, knowing you fucked up when Scott gives you his ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ look. Turning out of Scott’s hand.  You face Derek and try to appeal to him “Seriously! I didn’t-”

You are cut off by an irritated and growly Derek. “You can either own up to your behavior and accept your punishment now and have the chance to cum by the end of the night, or, you can keep pretending you didn’t do anything and get the cage put on for two weeks.” 

Scott and Derek were good about the punishment fitting the crime and rewarding good behavior. You have only been bad enough to be put in the cage for three days, and that was when you took Derek’s Camaro without permission and ended up scratching it. 

“What!? That’s not fair! I didn’t even do anything!” You argue, struggling under Scott desperate to escape punishment.

Derek sighs and gets up from the bed as you writhe under Scott, heading to the closet and turning to you with the cage in hand as you struggle even harder at the sight of it. “I’m sorry that I was being a brat! I’m sorry that I teased you and sent Derek those texts! I’m sorry that I used Peter and Theo to make you jealous, just please don’t let Derek put me in the cage!” You beg in desperate panic. Tears running down your face as you go limp under Scott, all fight leaving you as you beg pitifully. 

“Well you owned up to it, but not when we asked so you’ll still need to be punished.” Derek says, smiling with the cage still in hand before putting it back, calming you down slightly. “Since he was so desperate for an orgasm, how about one for each thing he’s done? What do you say Scott?”

Smiling at the suggestion, Scott hums before replying. “Let’s see, one for each time I told him to stop teasing me yesterday. So that’s three.” Scott lists off, stroking you as he speaks. Smirking at the moans as he toys with you, reveling in your gasps and whimpers.

“One for each text text he sent me, so there’s three more.” Derek adds in.

“Then I think one for Theo and Peter. Are we missing any?” Scott asks as you shake your head frantically, Derek making a contemplative noise.

“No, I think that’s it.” Derek confirms as he shucks off his pants. Making his way to the bed and rummaging in the nightstand next to you and pulling out a blindfold and securing it on you before getting lube from the nightstand, squirting some from the bottle onto his fingers and climbing onto the bed next to you. “You were being such a bad boy, is this what you wanted?”

You were about to reply, ending up biting your lip and bucking your hips in an attempt to chase and flee from the pleasure that Scott’s hand was giving you as it circled your tip.

Scott started sucking hickeys onto your neck, loving the way he could feel you whimper and whine as he worked bruises on your throat. Growling when you moan loudly from Derek’s lubed finger easing into your hole. “Working us up knowing we couldn’t do anything about it, how does it feel not being able to do anything?” Scott asks, sliding a hand into your hair and tugging at the strands, exposing your neck so he can mark more of you.

You whine at the question, efforts against the handcuffs reignited as you oh so desperately wish to touch either of them as Derek slides in a second finger, crying out when the cuffs don’t budge at your renewed tugging while Scott slides down to work at your nipples. “Fuck, more.” You demand, whining when Derek pauses his movements. 

“More?” Derek asks, watching as you nod quickly and try to push against his fingers. “Beg for it” Derek tells you, looking at Scott who seems to like the idea since he holds your hips in place and stops mouthing at your chest.

“Please, Please don’t stop.” You whine, giving a frustrated cry when neither move.

Scott moves his head to the crook of your neck, hand sliding underneath you to tease your hole alongside Derek’s fingers. “You can do better than that, right Y/N? Beg for me” Scott growls, voice lowering as he moves closer to his shift.

“Please, Alpha. Please make me feel good, I need you to feel good. Need you in me, can’t cum without you. Please please please. Please fuck me, Alpha.” You beg, eyes closing as you fall into a chant of pleases, Scott smirking as he and Derek trade places.

“That’s better. Does my needy little boy need his big, strong Alpha’s cock inside him?” Scott teases as he eases three fingers inside of you, thanks to Derek already loosening you a little, pleased when you give a sultry moan and respond with a breathless “Yes, Alpha. Please, Alpha” as Scott grins at Derek.

Derek gives a little growl, irritated how you are begging for Scott only, not giving any warning as he moves between your legs and takes you inside his mouth. Looking at Scott with a would be smirk at the loud moan you give when you hit the back of Derek’s throat, holding your hips in place as he brings you closer to your first of many promised orgasms.

Scott flashes ruby red eyes to Derek, moving underneath you as he finishes working you open for his cock. “Want your Alpha to fill you up? Hmm baby boy?” You nod, moaning as you feel his thick cock against your tight hole, words betraying you as Derek flicks his tongue over your slit.

Scott wasted no time after that, burying himself in you in one quick thrust. 

You cry out at the sudden full feeling as he hits your prostate and pushes you further into Derek’s mouth with his thrust, rim tightening around Scott as you start cumming into Derek’s mouth. 

Scott doesn’t bother waiting, thrusting up into you repeatedly as Derek continues sucking you off. Over-stimulation causing you to thrust your hips to escape yet also chase the too intense feeling, cumming for the second time as Scott fucks into you roughly and Derek taking you into his throat.

When you stop releasing your seed into Derek’s mouth, he pulls off with a loud pop. “Two down, Six to go.” Is all he says, moving up on the bed and rubbing his cock against your lips. You obediently open your mouth for him, gag reflex fucked out of you so long ago you don’t even gag when he pushes your head down his length, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he relentlessly fucks your face. “Such a good slut for me.” Derek praises, causing you to moan around his length.

Scott increases the pace and roughness of his thrusts. Biting on your shoulder and reaching a hand around you, stroking your already sensitive member in time with his brutal thrusts. Gaining a sadistic satisfaction at the way you whimper and whine, toes curling into the sheets as he fucks into you. 

Derek’s breathing quickens as you cum again, pleasured screams and moans reverberating through his length. Derek cumming with a moan, effectively silencing you as you work to swallow his seed, tears flowing down your cheeks as you try to keep up with the pleasure.

Scott groans as you tighten around him, chasing his own orgasm before finally stilling as he begins to fill you with his own seed as he watches you and Derek come undone in front of him.

The room is filled with pants as you all come from down from your orgasms. Derek groaning when he pulls out of your mouth, loving the way you come off with a pop and gasp for air.

You are limp on top of Scott, being held up by him and the restraints, body feeling like jelly as you come down from your fourth orgasm of the night.

“Halfway there, Y/N. Think you can tough this out?” Scott asks as Derek exits the room to bring water, knowing that Scott is going to be worrying over you and will send him to get water if he doesn’t do it now.

You give a grunt in reply, opening your mouth when you feel something press against it. “Drink” Derek commands, tilting the bottle so you can get some water without drinking too much at once. “Better?” You nod and take a second to catch your breath.

“More?” You ask, greedily drinking what Derek tilts to you from the bottle, Whining when Derek moves the bottle away.

“Ready to continue, Y/N?” Scott asks, still inside of you.

You nod and feel Derek climb back on the bed, settling between your and Scott’s legs. You gasp when Derek lifts your legs over his shoulders, moaning when he eases two lubed fingers in you alongside Scott’s length. “Think you can take both of us?” Derek asks, rubbing circles on your hip as your hole stretches for him.

You nod, rocking your hips in encouragement before Scott lifts your ass higher to give Derek easier access to your hole. You moan when you feel him line up to Scott, tip sliding in you alongside Scott’s length.

You try to reach for Derek, groaning when you remember the cuffs are there and preventing you from pulling Derek down to you. Derek seems to get what you want and leans down over you, pressing his hairy chest against you and connecting his mouth to yours as he pushes into you.

You cum with a cry against Derek’s mouth when Derek spearheads your prostate with his cock, shaking in orgasmic bliss as Scott trails one hand down your side and jerks you through your orgasm as you barely cum at all.

“Three more.” Scott says, encouraging you with soft kisses to your shoulder as he holds you in place, allowing Derek to ram into you roughly and repeatedly. 

Derek keeps his brutal pace for what seemed like hours as Scott began thrusting in rhythm to Derek, the two groaning and panting above and below you as they wreck you.

You are a moaning mess as they pound into you, abused cock angry and red trapped between your and Derek’s stomachs. You cry out when he wraps a hand around your length, thumbing your cock head as you cry against him in overstimulated pleasure pain, one little spurt being dragged from you as you are forced through another orgasm.

You feel your rim tightly hug the two cocks filling you up impossibly full as you cum, coaxing your boyfriends into their own orgasms as they shoot inside of you together.

They keep you trapped between them in their stilled forms as they right their high. Your breath catches in your throat as Derek pulls out of you first, feeling some cum dribble out of you when Scott follows shortly after.

You feel Scott sliding out from under you as the two move around on the bed. Moaning when you feel a pair of hands glide over your chest and stomach, smearing the cum into your skin. 

“Such a good boy, taking us so well. We wouldn’t want this to go waste, would we?” You hear Scott asks from your left, assuming he’s the one rubbing your front from the angle of the hands mapping your body.

You hear Derek hum from the opposite side of you. Feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm in the form of heat in your stomach coiling when a large plug is pushed into you and pressing against your bruised prostate. “I think that’ll help keep him from wasting any of our cum.” Derek says, pushing the buttplug in and out of you, fucking you into a dry orgasm with the toy.

Scott chuckles from next to you as you writhe in your restraints. “He can’t even cum anymore.”

Derek lays next to you on the bed, teeth grazing the where Scott marked earlier. “He still has one more orgasm to go.” Derek says, causing you to whine. 

You whimper when you feel his move away, not knowing what to expect, a broken cry leaving you when you feel a mouth take your length inside of it.

“That feel good? Give Scott one more orgasm and your punishment is over.” Derek encourages, stroking a hand up and down your chest soothingly as Scott works you into his throat. It feels like an eternity, Derek praising and encouraging you while you sob from the painful pleasure Scott is putting you through. Mouth open in a silent scream as you reach your final orgasm, cumming dry before going limp against Derek as Scott removes your cuffs and untying the blindfold that covers your eyes and peeling it away.

“You alright, Y/N?” Derek asks, rubbing your arms to get the circulation going as you lean into him. You hum in reply, slipping into sleep against him.

Derek sits you up and shakes you awake, holding you against his chest as he repeats his question, getting a quiet “m’good”  in reply.

You open your eyes when Derek presses the half empty water bottle against your lips, smoothing your hair back as you drink.

You don’t last much longer, barely catching Scott yelling “Bath is ready!” from the other room as Derek lifts you up, falling asleep before Derek even it makes it across the room. Scott smiles as he watches you being carried in. “Guess we tired him out…How long till he does something like this again you think?” Scott asks as he helps place you into the bath.

Smiling as Scott begins washing you off, he replies on while he changes the defiled bed sheets “Knowing him? Probably not too long”  Comes Derek’s amused reply from the bedroom “But then again, I wouldn’t have it any other way”

[christinesficrecs]

First off, I love ur blog like. A probably unhealthy amount lol. Second, this virus got me feelin hella anxious so can u rec some cute/happy fics???

Thank you so much!!! I can most definitely rec some happy fics!!

HNWFS - Hot Neighbor Who Fixes Stuff by AsagiStilinski | 6.6K

"Hot Neighbor is coming over!? Why!?"

"To fix our air conditioning! Isn't that great!?"

And thus began the great saga of Stiles, the hot neighbor who's name he kept forgetting to ask for, Scott's never-ending quest to find something else to call Hot Neighbor- because apparently he has a DIFFERENT Hot Neighbor- and the crappy house of crappy appliances that keep threatening to drain Stiles and Scott's bank accounts.

Give Me All the Peace and Joy in Your Mind by secondstar | 6.3K | Explicit

Derek didn't care for the company of people. He'd rather be surrounded by his dogs, alone. Well, until he keeps seeing a guy around town. Everything comes to a head when Derek walks into a bakery to find the same guy, covered in flour, grinning at him.

That Time Derek and Stiles Had to Get Gay Werewolf Faerie Married, and Lived to Tell About it (not that they will) by lupinus,uraneia | 4.8K

To build an alliance with the fae, Derek has to prove he's willing to make a commitment. And that he's capable of satisfying the party he commits to.

Fae marriages don't always take the same way other marriages do anyway, so it's totally fine. Derek can get this over with and then pretend it never happened.

Except the faeries want him to marry Stiles.

One for the memories by DropsOfAddiction | 16.4K | Explicit

“You know? Do I look alright?” Stiles says, gesturing to himself and he turns around, giving Derek the full picture. He might wiggle his ass a little for extra effect.

“It’s an old country pub. I’m sure you’ll be the best dressed there,” Derek shrugs casually, but it sounds a little choked.

“Would it kill you to give me an actual compliment on my birthday?” Stiles jokes, not really expecting an answer.

Derek shifts from foot to foot, clearing his throat.

The Epic Love Story of Wolf and Twister by KeriArentikai | 11.6K | Explicit

Stiles has a tiny adorable hyper puppy. Derek has an awesome huge Malamute mix. They both go to the dog park a lot.

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by ChildOfTheRevolution | 4.8K 

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin | 1.3K 

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

A Story of A Selkie & An Unintentional Proposal by ajeepandleather | 4.8K

For the prompt of Person A accidentally proposing to Person B (who is a selkie) by returning their pelt

the distraction by bleepobleep | 3K

Derek stares flatly at the huge bin of condoms in the health center they had set up in the Olympic Village. Their shiny foil packets glisten, as if they’re mocking him.

A almost has-been, a young hopeful, and too much protection.

everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles | 7.6K | Mature

What about an "everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there's a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom"-AU thing?

Dinner and a Movie | 2.3K

“So,” Stiles says, slumping down in the chair across the cafeteria table from Derek. “You and me. Friday. Dinner and a movie.”

Derek chokes on his lima beans and drops his book.

“Two weeks of epic dating and then the biggest, loudest, most public breakup this school has ever seen,” Stiles barrel on. “It’s perfect.”

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural | 4.3K | Explicit

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

[starbright18]

ICE PICK - PART TWO

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"So, you guys...did it?" Allison asked incredulously as we walked down the halls between classes. 

"No," I breathed out with a small laugh. "Almost. Like, almost. But we didn't actually do it. Dad and Stiles were home too, so."

"Did you want to do it?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Did I want—Allison, have you seen Scott? I would be crazy if I didn't want to." I rolled my eyes. "But we ended up just watching a movie on my laptop until we fell asleep. Dad came in to make sure I was up this morning and was very confused to see that Scott hadn't gone home."

"Was he mad?"

"No, he expected it," I grinned. "Just reminded me if he was gonna stay the night to leave my door open." 

"Lucky," She shook her head softly. "My dad found out about Blake and me and invited him over to the world's most awkward dinner with Gerard and basically interrogated him."

"So, basically he had the normal, everyday conversation with Chris."

"Basically," she laughed softly. When we rounded the corner she froze, throwing her arm out and smacking me in the chest like a soccer mom would do her front seat passenger when she hit the brakes too hard. I stared down at her in confusion but she didn't look at me, just glared at something down the hall. "Margo..."

When I followed her gaze I saw Erica Reyes backing Scott into a locker before bringing her hand up and stroking it across his cheek. After, she placed her hands on either side of his head, trapping him. Both of them glanced down the hallway at me and I narrowed my eyes, feeling my anger hit 10 while jealously washed over me.

"Oh, hell no," I dropped my backpack to the floor and began to walk briskly toward them, the heels of my boots clicking loudly against the tile floor as I went. "I would strongly suggest you take your hands off my boyfriend before I break one of them." I smiled sweetly, flashing my canines at her in a warning. 

"Oh, that's right," Erica taunted softly. "You only have eyes for her." Scott gripped both of her wrists, forcing them away from him while she grinned in his face. With a snarl, I was turning on my heel and strutting back down the hallway where Allison still stood, peering around the corner. She passed me my bag and sent Erica and Scott a dirty look before leading me down the hall toward the lunchroom. 

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly. Instead of sitting with Scott, Allison and I sat at a table behind his after we got our lunches.

"I'm okay," I reassured her. "I kinda threatened to break her hand."

"I heard," she grinned, looking down at me like a proud mother. "I'm both happy you threatened her, and happy you didn't follow through. See? Control."

"Control." I agreed with a giggle. Scott flopped down in the seat directly behind me and sighed lowly. His heart was racing and I could smell the nerves on him.

"I know how it looked, but she came onto me." 

"I'm not jealous."

"You're not?" Scott laughed. "You kinda did threaten to break her hands." I stabbed my salad violently in response. 

"She's with Derek now, isn't she? Like Isaac?" Allison asked from beside me.

"Yeah," I sighed. "She is."

"You can't get caught in the middle of this," she asserted, glancing between Scott and I. "Either of you. Don't you feel what's happening? My grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac, it's...it's like battle lines are being drawn." My face fell in realization. Allison was right. The arrival of new hunters, Derek's new pack — they were gearing up for war. 

"We know," Scott sighed.

"There's always crossfire," Allison continued. 

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked from behind me.

"Allison, I—I can't just stand by and pretend to be normal while the people around me get hurt. I have to protect them."

"Margo," Allison drew in a shaky breath. "I don't want you to be normal. I want you to be alive." With that, she grabbed her tray and stormed off. I frowned, standing to follow her but Stiles stormed over instead, blocking me in. 

"Guys, do you see that?" He pointed at the empty table in front of Scott.

"It's an empty table, Stiles." I deadpanned. 

"Yeah, but whose empty table?"

"Boyd."

"God damn it, Derek," I groaned. "Can't he just keep his teeth in his mouth for one day?"

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"I'm gonna go to the ice rink and see if he's there," Scott informed us as the three of us left the school at the end of the day. "And if he's not at home, call me. Got it?"

"I'll go with you." I nodded to Scott. 

"Maybe we should let him," Stiles sighed, turning to face us. "Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't," Scott retorted. 

"You gotta admit, Erica looked pretty good. You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind." Stiles shrugged. I raised my eyebrows expectantly at Scott, a look he noticed almost immediately.

"Uh, no, actually, I cannot admit that." He stammered.

"Wonder how good she'll look with a black eye." I grinned. Stiles turned back at me in confusion before turning back to Scott. "Or a wolfsbane bullet in her head because that's where we're heading with the influx of werewolf hunters."

"Alright, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally Scott's responsibility."

"They are," Scott corrected. "And you know this thing is going to get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Alright, I'm with you," Stiles relented with a sigh. "And I also have to say that this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you." I snorted in laughter when the two boys stopped in the hall.

"Shut up," Scott breathed out.

"No, seriously. You wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels."

"Get your own boyfriend, big brother." I rolled my eyes, pushing him forward. We went our separate ways with Stiles driving over to Boyd's house while Scott and I walked to the ice rink in silence. He glanced down at me every so often but didn't force a conversation, perhaps worrying I may stab him if he spoke. I wouldn't, of course. My problem was with Erica. Now her, I might stab.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the ice rink, immediately spotting Boyd riding around on the Zamboni to clean the ice. Scott and I stepped onto the ice together, this time having better balance than he did in skates. 

"Boyd!" He called loudly. The boy glanced over at us and rolled his eyes, turning back to the machine. "We just wanna talk." Boyd ignored him.

"Come on, Boyd, please," I called out. "Did Derek tell you everything?"

"And we don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. We mean everything." Boyd sighed, shutting off the machine and turning to face us.

"He told me about the hunters."

"And that's not enough for you to say no?" Scott asked. "Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it."

"I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day," Boyd retorted. 

"Boyd, if you're looking for friends, believe me, you can do a lot better than Derek," I rolled my eyes. "Like, a lot better. Might I suggest a rattlesnake? Maybe a great white shark? A rock?"

"That really hurts, Margo," Derek called out, walking across the ice with Erica and Isaac in tow. "I mean if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?" 

"Hmm...In a word? Transformative." She bared her teeth and growled loudly. 

"Isaac?" Derek turned to the other teenager. 

"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I'm great." He shrugged. 

"Okay, hold on," Scott paused. "This isn't exactly a fair fight."

"Then go home." Derek quipped. Isaac and Erica moved toward us and Scott bent down, punching the ice and cracking it as he shifted. I followed, forcing my own shift out of my anger. 

"We meant fair for them," I growled. Scott roared in warning but the two new wolves weren't deterred. When they reached us, my hands went to Erica. 

In a fit of rage, I grabbed her by her shirt and slammed her against the Zamboni while Scott launched Isaac across the rink. Erica responded by forcing one of my arms off of her, using the leverage to throw me to the floor. While I was down, she kicked Scott in the back, sending him into Isaac who pushed him against the machine before sliding him across the floor. I grabbed Erica by her hair, punching her roughly in the face with one hand before pushing her to the floor and slamming her head against the ice. 

I was grabbed roughly from behind by Isaac who lifted me off Erica with a snarl and flung me across the rink as well. My pain fueled my rage indicating that my control was gone, long gone. Scott roared across the rink, picking Isaac up by his legs and slamming him down on the ice before lifting him up to slam him down again. Erica was on her feet, jumping on Scott's back to pull him away from Isaac. I growled, moving across the ice toward her. I caught her wrist, roughly yanking her off of Scott.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but I told you what I would do if you touched him again," I snarled. I tightened my grip on her wrist before bending it backward at an awkward angle, hearing bones crack under her skin. 

She cried out but it was short-lived when I pushed her against the Zamboni and smashed her head against it before flinging her across the ice toward Derek. Isaac lifted me as though I weighed nothing, except this time when he threw me, my body was airborne for a long moment before smacking roughly into the plastic that separated the stands from the rink. My head cried out in shock from smashing into the divider and I was forced to stay sat on the ground while I caught my breath. 

Isaac - 2, Margo - 0

"Don't you get it?" Scott growled. "He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power. It's all about power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs." He flung Isaac's body across the floor to join Erica at Derek's feet. Shakily, I stood, leaning against the wall and holding my stomach in pain while I watched the exchange.

"It's true," Derek nodded in agreement. "It is about power." He walked toward Scott, shaking his head while he shifted into his own werewolf form. 

"Derek," I growled in warning. 

"Stay out of it," Scott warned. Derek headbutted Scott before slashing his claws roughly against his stomach, leaving Scott to cry out. My stomach turned while I watched them but I knew I would be no good to anybody if I got between them. Plus, Scott may very well kill me if I intervened. 

Derek was merciless in his assault, landing punch after punch on Scott. He only backed off for a moment when Scott elbowed him in the face before continuing. Derek punched Scott in the face three times before picking him up and slamming him down against the ice. When I saw Scott spit out blood, I began to move toward them. Derek slammed his foot down on Scott's throat leaving the younger boy gasping for air.

"Derek!" I sobbed, standing in front of him on the other side of Scott. Derek didn't even acknowledge me while he stared down at Scott who was still desperately trying to suck air into his lungs. "Derek, stop!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. 

White blinded me when my skin erupted in a blur of light, more intense than it ever had been, which was something that caught Derek's attention as well. He and Scott looked at me in confusion but he relented, moving his foot. I heaved for breath alongside Scott and when Derek finally stepped away, I dropped down to my knees next to my boyfriend, pulling his head into my lap. 

"I should've let the hunters kill you," I growled lowly. My voice no longer sounded like my own, coming out almost animalistic when I flashed my eyes at the alpha. He visibly flinched but nodded slowly, wiping all emotion from his face. 

"You should've."

"Don't," Scott panted when Boyd jumped off the Zamboni to follow behind Derek.

"You're right," Boyd lifted his hoodie to reveal a large bite on his side. "I wanna be like you guys." He turned, following Derek, Isaac, and Erica out of the rink. Once they were gone, I placed my hands on either side of Scott's face. He was human now, staring up at me in interest. 

"Your eyes are still glowing," He murmured, brushing his thumb against my cheek. I clenched my eyes shut, willing them to change back. When I opened them, Scott shook his head indicating they still hadn't changed. "What happened to you?"

"Well, Isaac Lahey kicked my ass for the second time this week, so that's great." I laughed softly. 

"No, I mean when Derek had his foot on my throat."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your aura..." He trailed off, forcing himself into a sitting position. "It wasn't like I've seen it before. It was brighter, and instead of the faint outline of wings, you had like...it was like you were standing behind yourself kind of like a shadow, or a spirit. You had full wings, and a halo and your eyes were glowing. Both sets of eyes."

"Are you telling me I'm angelic?" I teased softly.

"Yes," He grinned. "But I'm serious. I've never seen that before. It was like you had a..." Scott trailed off.

"A guardian angel?"

"Yeah, exactly." He breathed. I sighed, racking my brain for any reason that would properly explain why I had taken on a different aura. When I finally realized what it was, I smacked myself in the forehead — literally. 

"Scott, I didn't have a guardian angel," I spoke softly. "I was your guardian angel."

[princeescaluswords]

Why Call It Racism?

I’ll start with what should be an unnecessary disclaimer:  This is my opinion. 

I had a friend complain that he couldn’t criticize a character of color without being called a racist.   Well, I’m sure that it feels that way sometimes, but you can criticize/dislike characters of color, it’s just that – like everything else you might do in this world – how and why you do it is also important.

It’s important to remember that racism takes many forms, especially in entertainment.  It’s not always some white bro with a Confederate battle flag decal on his pick-up truck screaming hatred at black people while wearing a white sheet.  It can be double standards, prioritization, and editing.  It can be an audience seeing Colin Kaepernick kneeling during the national anthem as unpatriotic and dangerous, but that same audience celebrating automatic-weapon-armed protestors on the steps of state capitals defying anti-pandemic civil instructions as the Spirit of America ™.   If you ask the people angry at Kaepernick, many of them will insist that his race has nothing to do with it.

I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that Heroes of Color have a difficult time in fandoms.  When I say Hero of Color, I mean a character of color that the narrative, that the dialogue, that the actors, that the producers, that the advertisements indicate should be admired and that their actions are presented as positive.  I mean characters, for example, like Finn from Star Wars, Iris West-Allen from The Flash, and – the one I am most familiar with – Scott McCall from Teen Wolf.   They have all been the target – not just of fandom disinterest, though they are ignored quite a bit – but also of fandom hatred.  

I’m going to go over what I see as the main manifestations of subtle racism in fandom and I’ll be using examples from the Teen Wolf  fandom, because not only is it the one I’m the most familiar with, but it’s also super easy with multiple characters of color being targeted.

If you can state that you hate a character of color, but you cannot or aggressively will not explain why you hate them, then people might suspect you are influenced by racism.   For example, if, in 2020, you still think Alan Deaton is shady and a secret evil mastermind, even though 100 episodes revealed no agenda from him other than his desire to help others on his own terms, you could be reacting to the racist archetype of the Magic Negro, where the black character exists to help white characters.

If you criticize a hero of color for behavior and use it to condemn them but turn around and excuse a similar or even worse behavior from a white character, then people might suspect that your employment of a double-standard is influenced by racism.  If you argue that Scott McCall’s thoughtless comment in Magic Bullet (1x04) about Derek’s accusation that the Argents burned down his house (“Well, then they had a reason”) is justification for Peter and Derek cornering a half-naked Scott in a darkened locker room and mentally violating him, but you also argue that Derek breaking into Scott’s home, lurking behind him, assaulting him, and threatening to kill him, does not justify Scott and Stiles having him arrested for Laura’s murder, you are holding them to a double standard.   If you criticize Kira, in danger of being consumed by her fox spirit due its manipulation by Theo and the Dread Doctors, for honoring her deal with the Skin-Walkers in return for their help and sending Theo underground, but you think that Liam constantly threatening Theo with being sent back underground is a sign of their blossoming romance, you are holding a pretty big double standard.  

If you edit the actions of a hero of color to make them look bad and you edit the actions of an antagonist against a hero of color to make them look good, then people might suspect your editing is influenced by racism.  If you claim that you don’t like Scott McCall because he ditched Stiles for Allison and then Isaac by editing the story, you might be looked at suspiciously.  The only person that Scott ditched was Allison, once for Stiles, and agreeing with Isaac over Stiles for 20 seconds is not ditching.   If you claim that you don’t like Scott because he treated Derek as a villain in Season 2 for no reason, pretending that he didn’t abandon Jackson to death, endanger Isaac’s freedom, seduce an underage Erica, have Scott beaten for defying up to stepping on his throat, kidnap Stiles, kidnap Jackson, attempt to murder Lydia in Scott’s own home, and then lie to Scott once more, you also might be looked at suspiciously.

If you prioritize the white characters in your fandom pursuit even in defiance of canon or common sense, then people might suspect that you are influenced by racism.  If you create a gifset of the Hale Pack, with Derek as Alpha, Stiles as Emissary, Peter, Isaac, Erica, Liam, Jackson, and Lydia (Lydia is a mighty stretch, yet sometimes they even include Allison), some people might suspect you only care about white people.  If you don’t see a problem that Talia Hale features in 4128 Teen Wolf fanfiction stories on AO3, when she was dead 6-10 years before the start of the show and only appeared in flashbacks in two episode – one of which she had no words because she was a wolf, but Noshiko Yukimura only features in 328 Teen Wolf fanfiction stories on AO3, when she was in 16 episodes.  If Talia Hale is cool-as-hell because she’s a full-wolf shifter and a powerful matriarch who deserves to be explored, why doesn’t a 900-year-old cool-as-hell celestial kitsune deserve it as well?

Disliking Scott McCall doesn’t make you a racist.   But you can’t really blame certain members of the fandom for suspecting that racist thought does influence your dislike when we’ve seen a vast majority of people heavily invested in defying the show’s premise that he’s a good person and a hero.   You can’t really blame members of the fandom for suspecting racist thought for influencing fandom when they see well-established racist tropes applied to characters of color.  No Scott fan pushed the ‘Scott is sexually obsessed with Allison which is why he doesn’t work with Derek’ trope, they only pointed out that the ‘sexually obsessed’ stereotype has been historically assigned to Latinos.   And it’s not just Scott.  How many people force Boyd into the silent giant stereotype when Sinqua Walls is only an inch taller than Isaac’s actor?

And as I stated at the top of this essay: it’s not just Teen Wolf.   Finn from Star Wars was portrayed as lusting after another man’s woman and/or infantilized.  The actress who plays Iris West-Allen from The Flash has had to defend her character publically.   It’s not unreasonable when someone criticizes a Hero of Color to wonder if it’s just another example of a wide-spread phenomenon.

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Merry Christmas, nostalgiafan123!

For @nostalgiafan123. I didn't get any angst in, but hopefully there's enough pack interaction and powerful Stiles for you to enjoy!

For those keeping notes, this takes place a few years after an alternate 3A where everybody lives, Scott does not become an alpha, and Stiles comes into some magical powers. Scott also conveniently went to school on the east coast with Allison, while we're pretending there is a Beacon Hills University with a prestigious enough math program to keep Lydia around.

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About to Explode

Derek was flung back and there was an ugly snapping sound as he hit the ground hard with a leg twisted unnaturally underneath himself. Derek yelled and Stiles ran to his side, heart in his throat as he put his hands on Derek, the betas closing in a protective circle around them.

"Derek, are you okay?" Stiles said frantically, hands fluttering over Derek's shoulders. Derek groaned and Stiles continued, "okay, dumb question, there's no way you're okay after what I just saw and heard. But are you healing?"

Derek sat up and straightened out his leg with a grunt of effort. He was breathing hard through gritted teeth, a sheen of sweat over paler-than-usual skin. "Working on it." Derek's voice was thin with pain, and he grabbed handfuls of leaf-litter and dirt in white-knuckled fists as he hunched in on himself.

"Shit, shit shit shit shit," Stiles chanted, looking around at the rest of the pack. They were holding their own for now, but they were quickly loosing ground -- one of Isaac's arms was dangling uselessly and Erica had a huge gash near the base of her throat that was bleeding a waterfall down her front. They needed breathing room to heal. Stiles took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling for the candle of magic in his core, fed by the bonds to his pack mates. He got a good mental grip on it while he got a good physical grip on Derek's shoulders, bare after Derek's shirt became one of the first casualties of the night.

Stiles shoved outward with his magic, shouting the words to a shielding spell. Magic exploded through him like he had never felt before, leaving him breathless and weak in the knees. Derek whimpered and toppled to the side, bringing Stiles collapsing down on top of him.

"What the fuck was that," Erica panted.

Stiles pried his eyes open and tried to blink away sunspots that clouded his vision. "You've seen me do a shield before," Stiles slurred as he tried to untangle himself from Derek. His ears were ringing like crazy, but he didn't hear any of the chittering sounds the creatures made anymore -- maybe they'd already cleared out.

"We've seen you do a shield before," Boyd said, "and that was nothing like what you just did."

Stiles finally managed to sit up and look around. There was a starburst of cleared earth shooting out from Derek and Stiles, and a few freshly fallen tree limbs farther away.

"I'm pretty sure there was lighting coming out of the ground up to you," Isaac said, "and you blew those little gremlins out of my hearing range." He grimaced as he pulled his arm out in front of himself and popped his shoulder back into place.

"Lightning?" Stiles shook his head. "We're not on a ley line, and I wasn't pulling from the ground, anyways, that makes no sense."

"Well that's what I saw, whether it makes sense to you or not." Isaac rolled his eyes.

Boyd knelt down next to Derek, who was still curled up on the ground. "Are you okay?"

"Tired." Derek said. "You sure that lightning wasn't coming from me?"

Isaac scrunched up his face. "Could have been, I guess."

"Sure feels like someone scraped all the energy out of me." Derek flopped over onto his back to look at Stiles. "I think you healed my leg at the same time, though."

"What? How?" Stiles rubbed his hands over his head in frustration. "I guess it's possible that I tapped too much into Derek and overdid the shield, but that should not have healed anything." Stiles set his hand over Derek's heart and closed his eyes, focusing on the packbonds until he could envision them: the betas were gold, Boyd's bright and strong, Isaac's and Erica's more dim but growing brighter as they healed, Scott's a shadowy suggestion from thousands of miles away. Derek's was faint, and a much darker red then it usually was. "Fuck." Stiles let his magical vision slip away and opened his eyes to reality again. "I don't know what I did wrong, but Derek's right, all that energy came from him and he's got almost nothing left."

"That's a lot of power you've got packed away in there," Isaac said, admiring.

"I still don't get how that healed your leg, though," Stiles frowned.

"If you unleashed all of his magic, maybe it decided to help himself on the way out," Erica suggested, plopping down to sit next to Derek and Boyd. The gash on her throat had mostly closed up, Stiles was pleased to note.

"Well, I'm sorry I did it, however it happened." Stiles moved his hand off of Derek's chest.

"I'm not," Derek sighed, "we were in a bad way."

"Of course you're not," Boyd rolled his eyes. "Ever the martyr."

"I'm also happy to be done with a broken femur without any fuss. Those take hours to heal, you know."

Isaac shuddered, knowing from experience how painful that was.

"Oh no, hours to heal a bone," Stiles laughed. "Hey Derek, can you still shift even when you're magically tapped out?"

Derek lifted a hand and put out claws, seemingly without any effort.

"Can you go all the way?"

Derek rolled his shoulders and twisted into his other shape.

"That seems weird. Seems like you should need magic to shapeshift, but what do I know."

"It's not like it's effort to shift," Derek said.

The betas all made various disagreeing noises. Stiles laughed. "Looks like you're alone in that opinion."

Derek shrugged and smirked, features fading back to human. "Perks of being a born werewolf, I guess."

"Always so insufferable about that." Erica shoved at Derek's thigh.

"You feeling well enough to walk?" Boyd asked Derek. "We need to track down where those gremlins have got off to before they do any more damage."

"Walk, maybe." Derek shoved himself up to his elbows with a groan. "Not sure if I could do any fighting now."

"They were blown off in all directions, they'll probably be wanting to find each other first before they go off to cause more mayhem," Erica said.

"Erica's right, they'll get their pack back together first." Stiles rubbed at the back of his neck. "It does make this a good opportunity to go after them, though, they're already split up."

Derek growled.

"I know, big guy, you hate being out of the action, but it's probably best if you go home and sleep off the magical exhaustion. The rest of us can stay out here and do some tracking to at least thin the heard."

"Come on," Boyd clapped a hand to Derek's shoulder, "I'll get you home and then I'll come back out to join the others."

"I don't like it," Derek said.

"Didn't think you would. But do you agree to it?"

Derek huffed and pushed himself to sit up all the way, only to drop his head and squeeze his eyes shut. "Fine," he snarled.

"There we go, alpha's very begrudging blessing." Stiles slapping his thighs and stood up. "Erica, Isaac, you both healed enough to go hunting?"

"Need a snack after all that blood loss and I'm absolutely disgustingly covered in blood, but fine other than that," Erica said.

Isaac rolled his shoulders to test out the injured joint. "Yeah, I'm back to normal."

"You need me to carry you?" Boyd asked Derek.

"Just help me stand up," Derek frowned.

Boyd hummed, a disbelieving look on his face, but he grabbed Derek's arms and hauled him to his feet.

Derek stumbled and would have immediately fallen if not for Boyd's steady hands. "Okay, maybe you have to carry me." Derek's voice was strained and even softer than usual.

Boyd scooped Derek up effortlessly. "I should be back in half an hour or so, maybe a little longer," Boyd said to the others. "Got to make sure he's fed and watered before he conks out."

"I'm still right here," Derek muttered into Boyd's shoulder, "and I'm fully capable of feeding myself."

"Yeah, not when you're exhausted you're not." Boyd rolled his eyes.

"Okay, we'll see you soon, Boyd." Erica stood on her tiptoes and pecked a kiss to Boyd's cheek, then ruffled Derek's hair. "You feel better."

Derek swiped at her half-heartedly before Boyd turned and headed back towards where they had abandoned their cars.

Erica picked up Isaac's backpack from where he had dropped it when the fight started. She tossed a water bottle to Isaac and tore open a granola bar for herself. "Need anything, Stiles?"

"I'll take some water."

Erica passed him a bottle and scarfed down two more granola bars in short order. "Alright, I'm ready."

Stiles passed the bottle back to Erica, who gulped down the rest and dropped the empty in the bag before handing it to Isaac.

"The little nasties went literally every which way, so pick your direction." Isaac zipped up the bag and slung it on his back, looking expectantly at Stiles.

"I'd head towards town," Erica said. "More potential damage they could do, and it'll be easier to pick 'em off out of the thickest parts of the woods."

"Agreed," Stiles said, "towards town sounds good to me. Just keep an ear out for humans."

Isaac rolled his eyes. "We know the drill, Stiles."

The three of them set off, Stiles trusting Erica's sense of direction to keep them on the right line. "I'm gonna call Lydia and let her know we're still alive." Stiles pulled out his phone and dialled.

"Things going okay?" Lydia asked as she picked up.

"Okay overall, not as good as we hoped. I did some kind of magical overkill trying to make a shield, blew all the beasties who knows where, and siphoned off all of Derek's magical reserves, so we had to tap him out. Boyd's taking him home, Erica and Isaac and I are trying to find a few of the horrors to kill before they can pack up again."

"Stiles, I swear to god. I thought we were done trying magical experiments in life-threatening situations?"

"I wasn't trying to experiment!" Stiles waved his free arm for emphasis that was lost on Lydia through the phone. "I was trying to make a nice, normal shield, I have no idea what went wrong. Isaac says there was lighting coming from Derek, or maybe the ground even though we're not that close to a ley line."

"Lightning?" Lydia sighed. "That's definitely not normal."

"It sounds badass," Stiles grinned. "Derek was hurt and I was touching him, so I figure that had something to do with it, got too emotional or something."

"I'll go keep Derek company and see if I can tell if anything's out of the ordinary." Keys jingled in the background of the call.

"Okay, thanks. I better hang up so my hunting dogs have all their senses sharp." Stiles grinned at the twin glares focused on him for that comment.

"Stay safe." Lydia hung up.

===

Boyd tracked the other three down before they found any trace of the monsters they were tracking. After another hour of fruitless searching they called it a night and headed back towards Derek's house. Erica let them in with her key and they found Lydia writing equations at the kitchen table while Derek slept on the couch in a cocoon of blankets.

"Find any of them?" Lydia sat up and pulled off her glasses.

"No luck," Boyd huffed as he opened the fridge and started pulling out sandwich materials.

"We didn't find a single trace of them." Erica frowned and sat down at the table across from Lydia. "It's like Stiles banished them from the whole territory."

Lydia turned sharp eyes on Stiles.

"That doesn't seem very likely," Stiles said defensively. "We were probably just looking in the wrong spot."

"We covered a pretty big swath," Boyd said.

"Waste of an evening," Isaac complained. "I dislocated my shoulder and we didn't even kill any of them."

Lydia hummed, still staring at Stiles. "Stiles, what happened when you cast your malfunctioning shield?"

"It wasn't malfunctioning!" Stiles threw his arms out. "I was too good was the problem."

Lydia waved a hand like she was shooing a mosquito. "I don't care about that. What did it feel like to you? How did you do it?"

Stiles shrugged. "Same way I do it every time. Center myself on my magic, envision the flame of it, then push it out into a shield with the spell."

Lydia stared at him expectantly for a moment before prompting, "And then what?"

"And then my magic exploded like a literal bomb, I fell over, and it took a minute for my vision to clear and my ears to stop ringing."

"Don't forget the lightning," Isaac put in helpfully.

Lydia tapped her lip with her pencil for a moment before pointing the pencil at Isaac. "You said the lightning was coming from Derek or the ground, right?"

"Pretty sure it was the ground, but Derek said it must have been coming from him. They were right on top of each other and I was a little preoccupied with fighting for my life, so." Isaac shrugged.

Lydia pursed her lips. "I've read about emissaries connecting to the magic of the land through an alpha before, that's not so far fetched."

"Lydia, that takes a bunch of very specific rituals, you can't do it by accident," Stiles said.

"Supposedly," Lydia shrugged. "You're an unusual emissary, and Derek's a born werewolf for several generations back on the same territory. Norms won't necessarily apply."

"Yeah, except how werewolves aren't natural magic conduits; that's the whole point of needing the rituals."

"Maybe full-shift werewolves are," Lydia raised an eyebrow. "The Hales are an unusual bunch; we don't know much about how the full shift affects werewolves since it's such a rare trait."

Stiles groaned and rolled his neck. "Fine, you're right, as usual. I just wish I knew how it happened -- I'm pretty sure I've done magic while touching Derek before."

"Maybe Derek was never actually touching the ground before," Boyd said between bites of his sandwich.

Isaac snorted. "Is he usually levitating?"

Erica slapped Isaac in the chest. "He's normally wearing shoes, dumbass. Boyd's got a point, Derek had his hands on the ground and Stiles had his hands on Derek's bare skin, so there was a direct line."

Isaac rubbed his chest and pouted.

"You're sure saying my name a lot in here," Derek grumbled. Everyone turned to look at him where he was leaning against the doorway wrapped in a blanket, his scowl ruined by his sleep-rumpled hair and heavy eyelids.

"Derek, how are you feeling by now?" Stiles rushed over to him.

"Fine." Derek pulled his blanket a little closer. "Just cold and tired."

"So we're back to the normal healing cool down period?"

Derek shrugged and stifled a yawn. "Seems like it."

"Good. Can I just check?" Stiles held out his hand towards Derek.

Derek nodded and Stiles shut his eyes and slipped into his magical vision again. Lydia's pack bond had joined the display this time, a thin purple thread that only showed up when she was close by. Derek's bond was still dim, but the color had bounced back to the normal fiery red and it was glowing softly.

Stiles opened his eyes with a smile. "Yeah, you're definitely on the mend. Come on, sit down. We were just talking about why my magic acted the way it did."

Derek brushed past Stiles and dropped heavily into one of the kitchen chairs.

"You hungry, Derek?" Boyd asked as he popped the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth.

"Yeah, I guess so." Derek rubbed at his eyes.

Stiles slipped behind Boyd to grab two glasses of water, one for himself and one he set in front of Derek. Derek nodded his thanks and downed the glass in a few swallows.

"Did you take care of any of the little bastards?" Derek asked.

"Didn't see hide nor hair of any one of 'em," Isaac said.

"Pity. But maybe Stiles shot them far enough away they'll regroup elsewhere." Derek leaned heavily on the table.

"We're interrupting your rest, do you need to go back to sleep?" Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulder.

"I'm fine. Need to eat something."

"And here you are." Boyd set a sandwich down at Derek's elbow and retreated to sit next to Erica.

Derek nodded his thanks and took a big bite.

Stiles dragged up another chair and sat next to Derek, watching him slowly chew his way through the sandwich.

"He's fine, Stiles," Lydia said. "You checked him yourself, I checked him when I got here, it's a normal bit of magical exhaustion, nothing to work yourself up over."

Stiles huffed, but he leaned back in his chair and stopped watching Derek so intently.

"I'm dealing with some plain old physical exhaustion," Erica yawned. "Some of us have been up since five."

"Yeah, lets everyone go to bed. We can try looking for any more signs of them tomorrow. Isaac's the only one working tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, evening shift," Isaac said.

"I need a few hours to work on a paper," Boyd put in.

"God, me too," Stiles rubbed a hand over his face. "Let's try and meet in the morning, then, around..." Stiles glanced at his watch and winced at the time. "Around nine? And try to finish up by noon or one. Sound good?"

Everyone agreed and the betas all stood to leave, patting Derek's shoulder or ruffling his hair as they filed out of the kitchen. Derek really must have been exhausted since he didn't bother pretending to be offended by the affectionate touches.

"You need anything else before I go?" Stiles asked Derek while Lydia packed up her work.

"No," Derek shook his head. "Just need to get some more water and head to bed."

"Well I can help you with some of that at least." Stiles fetched the Brita pitcher from the fridge and filled Derek's glass, leaving the pitcher next to him. "Nothing else, you're sure?"

"I'm fine, I promise." Derek rolled his eyes.

"If you insist." Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulder one more time. "I'll be back before any of us wants to be, anyways."

Derek snorted and stood with a groan, taking the water pitcher with him as he shuffled off towards his bedroom.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Lydia grabbed Stiles' arm and towed him to the door, making sure to lock up behind themselves. "Once he's fully recovered we ought to do an experiment, see if we can reproduce the incident by making Derek a conduit again."

"Lydia," Stiles frowned, "I'm not doing that to him again on purpose." Stiles pointed back towards Derek's door as they walked away.

"Then don't do that again," Lydia said primly. "Focus more and see if you can tap into anything else beyond Derek before trying to perform a spell. We'll do it under controlled circumstances, it'll be fine." They reached Lydia's car first, and she stopped Stiles from walking away with a sharp tug on his sleeve. "Try and do some reading about those rituals, too. They could have some useful advice for how not to rip all the magic out of your alpha while connecting to the land."

Stiles grumbled under his breath, but he nodded. Lydia was right that they should try again, if he could reliably do magic like that the pack would have a lot fewer headaches to try and squeeze in between schoolwork and jobs. Unfortunately that probably meant he'd have to go borrow some books from Deaton this week.

===

Stiles saw Deaton a lot sooner than he intended; the man showed up at Derek's the next morning while the pack was getting ready to leave from Derek's and patrol the woods.

Derek answered the door, standing firmly in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Derek," Deaton said, smiling pleasantly, "good morning, can I come in?"

"What are you here for?" Derek growled. He was looking a lot better than the night before, but he was still grouchy and clearly not at his best.

"I noticed that the old wards activated last night, and I hoped you might know what caused that."

Derek went stiff, shoulders rolling a bit like he was about to shift.

"If you don't," Deaton went on, "then we might have a bigger problem on our hands than the shadow brocken in the woods."

"Wait, you know what those things are called?" Stiles asked over Derek's shoulder.

Derek growled quietly, but he stepped back and ushered Deaton into the house.

"Shadow brocken? Is that what you said? I've never heard of them."

"They're very rare; usually keep to the mountains. But like I said, that's not the most concerning thing out there right now."

"Right, the wards." Stiles wilted a little. He figured the wards had activated after years of fruitless attempts due to the maelstrom of magic he'd accidentally released last night, which Deaton was sure to be mad about.

"How do you know they've activated?" Boyd asked, zipping up their backpack with the emergency supplies.

"I felt a disturbance while I was meditating last night," Deaton said. Erica rolled her eyes expressively. "I went out to check one this morning and it seemed to be working to repel something. I visited two more that were doing the same thing before I came here."

Isaac sighed. "I guess that's why we couldn't find any of the shadow whatever last night. Waste of precious sleeping hours."

Deaton raised his eyebrows. "So you know what caused this?"

"So, I maybe had a little magical accident last night casting a shield spell and made more of a bomb spell instead," Stiles said. "Blew a bunch of shadow creatures we were fighting out of the hearing range of werewolves, and couldn't track any down after despite searching for a good couple of hours."

Daeton's eyebrows climbed farther up his forehead. "You turned a shielding spell into a bomb?"

"That's not the important part." Stiles waived a hand. "Maybe it was just a super aggressive shield, I don't know, no werewolves were thrown anywhere, but I did have more magic rip through me than I've ever felt before."

Deaton hummed, eyebrows settling back down. "Where were you when you cast the spell?"

"Not close enough to any leylines that I would have thought it mattered. Maybe five miles from the nemeton, about ten miles north of the new development on the east side, near those overgrown walking trails."

"I suppose that could have worked to activate them, a shield gone wildly off the rails. But the amount of pure magical energy you would have needed to make the spell reach that far are far beyond your normal capabilities."

"It definitely felt that way to me, believe me," Stiles shuddered, remembering how the magic burned as it surged through him.

"Most peculiar." Deaton rubbed at his jaw.

Lydia clapped her hands and broke the silence that was settling. "Change of plans for this morning, I think," she said brightly. "Let's see how many wards we can check before we have to get to our responsibilities. If Isaac is right and the wards really are keeping the creatures out then we'll only be wasting our time looking for them anyways."

"Sounds good to me." Erica jumped off the island counter where she had been sitting and grabbed Boyd's hand. "We ready?"

Derek looked around the room and nodded. "Thanks for coming by, Deaton," he said, walking towards the door and forcing Deaton to back up with him. "We'll look into the wards." He opened the door and ushered Daeton back out of the house.

Deaton went, but he was clearly less than happy about it. "We really need to look further into how Stiles was able to wield that much magic--"

"We're already doing that, I assure you." Derek smiled thinly.

"Very well. I'll continue to keep watch on the wards. Please let me know if you make any discoveries."

Derek nodded and turned to lock up.

"Thank for the heads up, Doc." Stiles raised a hand in farewell.

Deaton frowned faintly. "Be careful, Stiles. Wielding so much magic at once can be very dangerous."

"I will keep that in mind, if I'm ever able to do it again."

Derek grabbed Stiles' arm and towed him towards Erica's old Jeep, the only car they had that would fit all six of them thanks to the front bench seat and Lydia's small frame. They waited until they were a few blocks away before Isaac broke the silence.

"So the wards. If they're really active and functioning properly, that would be huge, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," Derek said, brows knitted in a frown, "my mom always said that without them we'd never be able to have a normal life."

"So we're saying that with the wards up we maybe wouldn't have to save the town every time we turn around?" Erica asked.

Derek shrugged. "Probably. The nemeton being active might change things, I don't know. But they're supposed to keep out anything that means us harm."

"But the nemeton hasn't been inactive for all that long, relatively speaking," Lydia said.

"You're right," Derek nodded. "It had been my whole life, but my mom never talked about having trouble with it when it was active, and she was in her twenties when it was cut down."

"It would be great if my biggest worry was just passing my classes," Boyd said.

"Don't get too excited," Derek grumbled. "The wards have to be sustained -- if Stiles can't replicate his magical accident it'll be a temporary break until the things run out of juice."

"Oh, thanks, Derek, so encouraging." Isaac rolled his eyes and turned to stare out the window.

"Don't get excited." Derek crossed his arms.

Lydia turned to give Stiles a significant look over the back of the seat. Stiles groaned. "I haven't even been able to find any books, let alone read them!"

"What are you talking about?" Boyd asked.

"Lydia wants me to try the thing again with Derek."

"What thing with me?" Derek growled.

"The, you know," Stiles waved his hands around aimlessly, "the magical explody thing."

Derek heaved a sigh and turned to look out the window. They were almost to a ward now. "Fine. I don't remember how often Mom went out with Deaton or whoever to recharge them, but I don't think it was more than once or twice a month. That's... manageable."

"Okay, I'm not sucking up all your magical energy once or twice a month, and you shouldn't agree to that, that's stupid and unnecessary!"

Derek bared his teeth and turned to look at Stiles. "Then what the hell are you--"

"We're here!" Erica yelled. "Please can we have the fight while we're not all trapped in the car with you?"

Derek snarled and shot out of the car. Stiles groaned and rolled his neck before following him.

Derek lead the way away from the dirt road. It only took about five minutes of hiking to reach the ward, an innocuous, stunted little tree with glyphs carved deep into the wood and three colourful rocks embedded in the bark on the east side, facing away from the town. Today, the rocks were glowing faintly, and the air was filled with a quiet hum.

"So that's definitely active, right?" Isaac said after they had all taken a moment just to stare.

"Yeah." Derek got closer and crouched down in front of the rocks, watching the tree intently. He raised a hand to gently stroke the bark and shivered as he touched it.

Lydia circled around to bend over Derek's shoulder. "How can we tell what it's doing?"

Derek shrugged.

Lydia sighed and straightened up. "I wish we could trust Deaton."

"Look!" Erica pointed out into the woods. "There's one of the shadow bracken or whatever!"

They all followed Erica's gaze to see one of the twisted creatures snarling at them from twenty yards beyond the ward. Derek growled and the creature chattered its sharp fangs while a second of its kind emerged to twine around it, faint rainbows scattering off their bodies where the sun came through the trees.

"Does that mean it is keeping them out?" Boyd asked as they watched a third creature waddle over to the other two on its hind legs. One of the creatures took a few steps toward them before it yelped and wheeled away, running back into the woods, the two others following.

Erica whooped in delight. "It does work!"

"Worth it," Derek muttered. Stiles turned to see him smiling faintly as he took in the grins on his betas' faces.

Stiles sighed and shook his head. "Stop it with the martyr attitude. We'll find a way to keep them up that doesn't abuse you."

Derek raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I agree with Derek on that one," Boyd said. "How are you planning to do that when you've been trying for literal years to get these up with no results?"

"Great, thanks for that vote of confidence, Boyd, really helps," Stiles said.

"Why don't you try now?" Lydia said. "Just something small, we don't need an explosion today."

"What do you need me to do?" Derek asked immediately.

Stiles groaned. "I need you to cool it so I can do more reading."

"Shirt off," Lydia said, ignoring Stiles. "I don't know how much you overheard last night, but we're thinking its the direct skin-on-skin connection from Stiles to you to the ground."

Derek whipped off his shirt and sat on the ground, digging his fingers into the dirt underneath a layer of pine needles and dead leaves. He looked up at Stiles expectantly.

"No!" Stiles crossed his arms. "I'm not doing it until we've had the time to research it. And besides, the wards are clearly working and plenty juiced up! I'm not going to hurt Derek for no reason."

"Come on," Lydia shoved Stiles towards Derek. "No one's asking you to hurt him. Just put your hands on him and see if you can feel vast reserves of magic through him."

Stiles hesitantly reached out to touch Derek's shoulders, snatching his hands away when Derek flinched.

"Come back," Derek huffed a little laugh, "your fingers are freezing, that's all."

The betas tittered and Stiles scowled at them while he put his hands back on Derek's (very warm) shoulders. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, falling into his magical vision again. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he was pleased to see Derek's thread once again restored to it's normal brilliance, a thick rope of power feeding into Stiles' flame. Stiles focused in only on Derek and flexed his fingers against Derek's shoulders while he envisioned grabbing Derek's bond and pulling gently.

Power flooded Stiles so fast he nearly stumbled, his little candle of magic suddenly a roaring bonfire. He opened his mouth to announce his success when he heard Derek hiss through his teeth the way he did when he pulled arrows out of himself. "Derek?" Stiles said instead, opening his eyes and letting the magic drain away. Derek flinched and Stiles let go of him to hurry around and crouch down in front of him. "Did I hurt you?"

Derek kept his eyes squeezed shut and his face tipped down towards his chest. "Did it work?" he grunted.

"Yeah, I think so, but Derek what's going on with you?"

"It's fine." Derek looked up, squinting a little with watery eyes.

"It's not fine when it's clearly hurting you!" Stiles grabbed Derek's shoulder and shook him a little.

"It's fine," Derek repeated. "I can just feel the... energy or magic or whatever it is going through me. Feels like it doesn't fit in my body and it scrapes all the way up to your hands."

"Huh." Stiles sat back on his heels.

"That is fascinating," Lydia said from behind Stiles.

"I told you," Stiles turned to look at Lydia, "werewolves aren't natural magic conduits."

"I beg to differ," Lydia smirked, "this one clearly is! I felt the power flow into you through him."

"But it's hurting him."

Lydia shrugged. "So try again. Maybe it's a surface area problem; all that magic can only come up through his hands, and then has to funnel into your hands too."

Stiles sighed and turned back to Derek. It didn't seem like the worst idea. "You okay to try one more time? Then we can call it quits until after we do some more research."

"Fine," Derek insisted.

"Okay." Stiles rubbed at his shoulder. "Maybe take your pants off, too?"

Derek nodded and got up to kick off his boots and shuck his jeans. Erica wolf whistled and Derek rolled his eyes as he sat down again, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Like this?" he looked up at Stiles.

"Yeah, um, and I'll just--" Stiles tore his eyes away from Derek's body to stand up and fumble his way out of his hoodie and shirts, nearly tripping over his own feet as he walked around behind Derek again. This time he sat behind Derek, thighs on either side of Derek's hips, and wrapped his arms around Derek's naked torso, pulling Derek back to rest skin-to-skin against Stiles' chest.

"I did not think we were going to get soft core pornography when we came out here today," Isaac smirked.

Stiles tried to ignore Isaac and the way his own face was flaming. "This okay?" he asked Derek.

Derek nodded.

Stiles took a deep breath and shut his eyes, fingers flexing against Derek's skin as he tried pulling on Derek's pack bond again, focusing on being as gentle as possible. This time Derek made a surprised little sound as Stiles felt magic wash through him again.

"Is that better?" Stiles asked, concentrating hard to keep his hold on the magic.

"Yeah, that's..." Derek relaxed into Stiles' chest and tucked his face up against Stiles' neck. "That feels nice actually."

"Oh, well that's great, good idea, Lydia."

"Don't act so surprised," Lydia drawled.

"Derek, can you reach the ward?" Stiles asked.

"Probably with my foot." Derek squirmed against Stiles in a very distracting way for a moment before Stiles' magical vision was suddenly flooded with burning points of brilliant red light.

Stiles flinched at the onslaught and he felt Derek's muscles flex as he tensed.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked.

"Nothing, I just think I can see all the wards now." Stiles slowly got used to the additions to his sight and recognized the shape the wards made around Beacon Hills -- he had been staring at a map marked with the wards in his bedroom everyday for the better part of five years, so he was intimately familiar with the imperfect circle they made.

"Are they all active?" Boyd asked.

"I think so?" Stiles shrugged. "They all look lit up, but I don't know what they would have looked like before. We'll just have to come back and check every so often, I guess."

Stiles heard a chittering noise and his eyes flew open, excess magic whooshing out of him like a popped balloon. He started to look around for the source of the noise, only to freeze when Derek let out a moan and practically melted against Stiles. "... Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Sorry," Derek mumbled, head lolling to the side until Stiles could feel Derek's eyelashes fluttering against his neck, "I told you it felt good."

"Yeah," Erica snickered, "you apparently weren't kidding."

"Did you guys hear that noise?" Stiles asked, desperately trying not to think about how Derek was boneless with apparent pleasure in his arms. His voice cracked embarrassingly.

"It's just one of the shadow creatures again," Boyd pointed out into the woods while Isaac and Erica dissolved into giggles. "It's not getting any closer than the others did."

"Okay." Stiles patted Derek's chest. "You ready to get up and get dressed, big guy? I think we're done here."

"Yeah, okay," Derek sighed. He rubbed his cheek on Stiles' collarbone before slowly sitting up and reaching for his shirt.

Stiles jumped up and pulled his clothes back on, turning around just in time to get an eyeful of Derek's boxer-clad ass as he bent over to put on his jeans. Stiles barely held back a squeak as he watched with wide eyes until Derek had his pants fully up. He turned away, cheeks hot, only to meet Erica's leer. He groaned and covered his face.

"A very successful morning," Lydia said, hands on her hips and a satisfied look on her face.

"I'll say," Erica grinned. She watched the loan shadow creature snuffle around beyond the wards. "If these things really work..." she trailed off.

"It'll be life-changing," Isaac finished.

Boyd snorted. "It'll make things a lot easier, that's for sure. Come on, let's go home. If we hurry I have time for a nap before I have to work on my paper."

"Here here," Stiles said, following Boyd back to Erica's car.

Derek fell into place next to Stiles on the short walk back. "When do you want to come out and check them again?"

Stiles shrugged. "Maybe Wednesday afternoon right after my last class?"

Derek nodded. "I'll meet you at campus."

"Great, uh, can't wait."

===

Stiles was nearly vibrating with nerves by the time Wednesday came around. When he came out of his last class Derek was leaning again the building watching the stream of students pour through the doors, looking like sex on legs as usual.

Stiles waved goodbye to Gina and headed over to Derek. "You ready for this?" Stiles asked as he approached.

"If I remember right I don't have to do anything but take off my clothes," Derek smirked.

"Derek!" Stiles hissed, grabbing Derek's elbow and dragging him toward the parking lot. "Don't say things like that where anyone can hear you!" Stiles looked around, letting out a little breath of relief when no one he knew was nearby.

Derek grinned, unconcerned.

"It's your reputation that would be ruined by dating me, you'd think you'd care a little more," Stiles tried to tease.

Derek shot Stiles a wry look. "Half this town still thinks I'm a serial killer who got away with it. Don't think I can go much lower than that."

"Okay, this got depressing fast," Stiles sighed. "He threw his backpack in the trunk of his Jeep. "Did you drive here?"

"Ran." Derek circled around to the passenger side and climbed in.

Stiles hopped into the driver seat and convinced the Jeep to start after a long sputter.

"You need me to take another look at this thing?" Derek frowned.

"She's fine!" Stiles insisted before deflating as he pulled out of the lot. "But if you have the time to look it wouldn't hurt. Seems like she's taking longer and longer to start lately."

"Bring it over on Saturday. You can borrow the Camaro if you need to go anywhere."

"Thanks, dude." They drove in silence for a few minutes before Stiles asked, "You feel fully recovered?"

"Yeah," Derek shrugged, "back to normal."

"And you haven't noticed anything unusual in the general territory? Erica said she saw one of the shadow creatures sniffing around beyond the wards on her patrol, and Boyd said he saw a will-o-the-whisp near the nemeton."

"Nothing unusual. Wards are still humming. Spoke to the sprites in the creek, explained about the wards. Saw the fairy colony, but they vanished before I could approach -- wanted to let them know, too, but I guess they're not that concerned if they don't want to talk to me. I saw a couple more of the shadows, too, but they've been keeping to the deep woods."

"Should we let anyone else know about them? They'll go somewhere else if they can't be here anymore."

Derek shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe they'll keep wandering around the edges of our territory. They're not close enough to anyone else's territory to concern them."

"I guess."

"I don't want to tell anyone else about our wards until we have to, anyways. Makes our territory too appealing to have a nemeton with protection from all the chaos that usually comes with one."

Stiles squinted at the road in front of him. "Did no one know about the wards before?"

"They knew. But our pack was strong and well connected -- it would have been too dangerous to try driving us out. Now, some might be willing to try."

"Do they not think they could activate the wards?"

Derek snorted. "They think if it were possible we would have done it ourselves already."

"Yeah, okay, that makes sense." Stiles pulled off onto a tiny dirt track, the Jeep bouncing through potholes. "How do we charge the wards if they need it?"

Derek shrugged. "You're the one who kick-started them."

"Great," Stiles sighed. He brought the Jeep to a stop at the end of the road.

"Just make another shield," Derek said as he got out of the car. "That's what did it before, why wouldn't it work again?"

"I don't know, Derek," Stiles locked the Jeep and trudged into the woods after Derek, "it's magic, nothing about it makes sense."

They reached the ward before long, another twisted little tree covered in sigles and with three glowing stones facing out into the woods, the same constant hum permeating the air around it.

"It looks fine." Stiles touched the tree and jumped, shaking out his hand after a strong feeling like static electricity raced through him at the touch. "It doesn't hurt you to touch, does it?" Stiles turned to look at Derek, only to find him already stripped down to his boxers. Stiles closed his eyes and sighed, wondering how he was supposed to deal with this every week or two without going insane.

"No, feels tingly, but it's not bad." Derek sat down next to Stiles. "Ready?"

"Do we even need to do magic? It's clearly still working."

Derek shrugged. "I guess not. But we're already here, why not plug in?"

"Okay." Stiles pulled off his shirts and sat behind Derek, wrapping his arms around Derek's warm, soft skin.

"Are you nervous?" Derek asked as he leaned back against Stiles' chest and rested his shin against the ward.

"I'm fine," Stiles said, wincing as his voice came out high-pitched and awkward.

Derek hummed and Stiles shut his eyes to escape the situation. He yanked at Derek's pack bond harder than he meant to, which made the whole situation backfire spectacularly as Derek moaned extravagantly, going limp in Stiles' grip.

"Fuck," Stiles whispered and tried to focus on the wards in his magical vision instead of the feel of Derek's skin and the way Derek was slowly rubbing his cheek against Stiles' collarbone. "I think they're fine," Stiles said, opening his eyes and watching Derek bite his lip and shiver as the magic flowed back through him.

Derek fluttered his eyes open and met Stiles' gaze. "I hope we never have to do this in the middle of a fight," Derek said breathlessly. "Do that a couple more times and I will have an orgasm."

"Holy fuck," Stiles' voice cracked as he tipped his head back and stared up at the canopy above them. "You absolutely cannot say things like that to me, Derek."

"Why?" Stiles looked back down to see Derek smirking up at him. "You wanna try and see if you can do it now?"

"Are you fucking drugged right now?" Stiles grabbed Derek by the chin and stared into his face -- his pupils were blown wide. "Is it the magic making you say this?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "No."

"Are you sure? Because you also seemed pretty slap-happy the last time we did this."

"I feel good," Derek shrugged. "Nothing more than that."

Stiles snorted. "Being drunk feels good too, doesn't mean you don't do things you regret while you're feeling good."

Derek sighed. "The wards looked good?"

"Yeah. Still bright." Stiles was a little disappointed that Derek was going to let that line of conversation drop so fast.

"So we can leave them alone for another few days. You bring your car over Saturday like we said, then we can go to dinner after I fix it. Then," Derek smirked, "we can see about orgasms after that."

Stiles let go of Derek to rub his hands over his face. "You're impossible. Are you asking me on a date now?"

"Yup." Derek popped the 'P' obnoxiously.

"Okay, fine, if you still feel the same way on Saturday, I'm all in. Now get up and get dressed, this is very awkward."

Derek grinned and hopped to his feet. Stiles very determinedly did not look over as they both pulled their clothes back on.

===

The next two days passed far too quickly for Stiles to prepare himself for the possibility of a date with Derek. The pack emergency group chat stayed quiet, and he didn't hear anything directly from Derek, either. Stiles' heart was in his throat as he pulled into Derek's wide driveway Saturday afternoon, the garage door open to show Derek at his work bench inside. He wasn't wearing a shirt because of fucking course he wasn't.

"Hey," Stiles said as he jumped out of the driver's seat, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"Stiles," Derek smiled, coming out into the driveway. "Did you change your mind about dinner tonight?"

"No. Did you, now that you're sober?"

Derek cocked his head. "Still not sure that I wasn't sober before, but no, I didn't either."

"Good, that's, ah, great." Stiles still felt like he might puke.

"Hey," Derek clapped a heavy hand to Stiles' shoulder, "relax. Eating together is not new."

"Yeah, but it's not normally followed by orgasms!"

Derek smirked. "Well we don't have to do that part if you don't want to."

"I very much do want to!"

"Come here." Derek stepped forward and wrapped his hands around Stiles' waist. "This okay?"

"Yup," Stiles said, sliding his hands up Derek's abs to rest on his pecks.

"Good," Derek smiled. He leaned in to kiss Stiles, lips soft and tentative against Stiles' mouth.

Stiles groaned and pressed back against him, sliding a hand up to grip Derek's hair. Stiles licked into Derek's mouth and Derek moaned, the same delicious little noise he'd been making in the woods. Derek pressed their bodies tighter together, and Stiles felt the weight of Derek's cock against his hip. They parted with a wet smack.

"That settle you down?" Derek asked, not moving any farther away.

"That did not make anything go down," Stiles grinned, flexing his hips pointedly against Derek's.

"Hmm." Derek bit his lip and knocked his forehead against Stiles'. "What about if we skipped straight to the orgasms?"

"As long as we still get to the actual date afterwards, yeah, I'm fine with that. And I do still need Roscoe looked at."

"We'll definitely get to all of that." Derek slid his hands down to grab Stiles' ass, rocking his cock against Stiles' hip. "What about if we moved to the backyard?"

"You're really serious about that?"

"Not kidding about how good it feels." Derek stepped back and grabbed Stiles' hand, dragging him into the backyard through the garage so he could shut the garage door on the way. "I've been trying really hard not to think about who my mom used to do that with."

Stiles choked out a startled laugh. "Careful, you'll spoil the mood."

"I think I can bring it back." Derek kicked off his boots and started taking off his pants, pulling down his boxers at the same time.

"Yeah, okay," Stiles said faintly, fumbling his way out of his clothes while staring at Derek preening in front of him. He tackled Derek into the grass, swallowing Derek's little laugh as he pressed himself full-length against Derek. He pulled back a little and shut his eyes, slipping into his magical vision again. "Let's see how loud I can make you moan."

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