#stiles is not hiding his attraction to guys very well

[cmnzoq]

stiles staring at scott getting dressed

[catwithyellowwings]

Brett Talbot x fem!Reader (Y/N Martin/Lydia's little sister)

Please be gentle. English is not my native language. I'm still learning it, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes 🙈

"You'll see, our team will kick your ass," Y/N said confidently, lifting her chin and pushing back her red braid. At the moment, she was so annoyed by the self-confidence of one of the Devenford players that she could barely restrain herself from making more harsh statements. She had a negative attitude towards the captain of today's rivals instantly when she saw how he publicly mocked Liam in front of the whole school. Dunbar is only new to their company, but Y/N already considered him, if not a friend, then a member of Scott's pack. So Liam is part of their strange and diverse family, and the girl was not going to give offense to her loved ones.

"Well, we'll see about that", Brett smirked at her, accepting the challenge thrown by a stranger. Now he had two incentives to win today: to take revenge on Dunbar for what he did to his former coach's car, and to win a bet from a beautiful girl who was so ready to defend the honor of her school. "So what happens if you lose?"

"We won't lose, I'm confident in our guys", looking clearly into the boy's eyes, Y/N said decisively. Then she turned her gaze to the warming–up players of the Beacon Hills school, among whom were her friends - Scott, Stiles and Liam. Dunbar, as if sensing that they were being watched, turned around, meeting the eyes of the younger Martin for a couple of seconds. He was quite confused that she was talking to his main enemy of the last few months, but he did not comment on this in any way.

"So maybe we can make a bet about something substantial? " Talbot never let up, assessing the girl from head to toe. Her cropped top with a leather jacket and tight jeans with a high waist perfectly emphasized the naturally slender figure of the younger Martin, so the guy's interested look flattered her. Mentally, Brett was already anticipating his victory.

"About what, for example?" Y/N asked, folding her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow slightly. She was also confident of her victory, especially realizing that there were now two werewolves in their team, so ordinary people simply had no chance against them. Unless, of course, Scott decides not to use his superpowers on the field again for the sake of fair play.

"Well, I don't know," the guy chuckled, thinking for a while. "Let's go on a date? If we win, and we'll win, you're going on a date with me".

"Then if you lose, and you'll lose", Martin deliberately mimicked him with a short grin, "you… apologize to Liam in front of the whole school, just as you mocked him today as soon as you arrived here."

"To Dunbar? Nah," Brett just laughed at this formulation, glancing over his shoulder at the former co-commander, who was now talking to one of the Beacon Hills players.

"What? Are you scared? Oh, what a pity," Y/N smiled, slightly pouting, already feeling her superiority. "Then there will be no deal".

"I didn't get scared," Talbot said, squaring his shoulders and grunting with displeasure. "Okay, you got it. If your team beats us today, I'll apologize to Dunbar, so be it. But don't think that our enmity with him will be over".

"The game will show which one of you is better," now it's time for her smug grin. With her hands on her hips, Martin involuntarily looked around at the guy. The green-and-white sports uniform with the number 28 on the chest and back, although partially hiding the guy's body, but it was obvious that he was very well-built. Tall, half a foot taller than Y/N herself, sly light green eyes, slightly curly brown hair and natural charisma only added to Brett's attractiveness. Ah, if it wasn't for his bullying of Liam, then Y/N as a whole wouldn't mind flirting a little with this handsome guy, but she had to keep her face. You can't show your weaknesses to the enemy, so putting on her self-confident mask, Martin turned on her heels and headed for the stands. Her sister Lydia, the sheriff, and Dunbar's best friend Mason were already there.

"Hey", suddenly she was stopped by a light unobtrusive touch on the elbow, forcing her to turn her head, "at least tell me your name, beautiful stranger. I'm Brett, by the way".

"Y/N," she admitted, pleased with the effect. "My name is Y/N".

[scribeoffate]

for the valentines ficlets truedemon + catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday pls?

Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Cut for explicit rating and vibes BDSM elements.

"Let me get this straight," Stiles says, leaning back in his desk chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I don't know that there's anything straight about it," Scott retorts.

He has Mystery Man's page open. There's no face in the picture, just his chest and abs and a picture of him- or someone, holding an erect cock that Scott has gotten off to more times than he wants to think about.

"That is not the point. The point is, you've never seen his face. You've never heard his voice. Those may or may not be pictures, but you get off on him telling you what to do." Stiles pauses. "AND he thinks you're in your late 30s?"

"And that my name is Miguel."

Stiles shakes his head. "Rude, using Derek's pseudonym like that."

"You using the name twice to lie to my dad and Danny doesn't make it *his*."

Stiles sighs. "And he wants to meet you at the club downtown tonight? And since you are not in your mid-thirties, but in fact, nineteen, you need a fake ID? And you think I can get one on next to notice?"

"Can you?"

"Scotty, of course I can. But what if he's some kind of serial killer?"

Scott flashes his eyes. "I think I can handle myself, don't you?"

Stiles shuffles through items on his desk before shoving him a card, with his name on it. The picture is close enough and makes Scott twenty-three.

Stile shrugs. "Lydia and I made everyone fake IDs after the fiasco in Mexico. We figured they might come in handy one day. Do NOT tell her that this is why I gave it to you."

Scott takes the card. "If he really were a serial killer, she'd know."

Stiles throws his hands up. "Will it help at all to tell you to be careful?"

Scott pockets the ID and types a message agreeing to meet Mystery Man at nine. "I"m always careful."

-

Scott doesn't tell Stiles the other details. About how the man ordered him to wear a butt plug and black briefs. Or the instructions to wear a black tank top, tight jeans and trainers. He'd had to look up what trainers meant and wondered if Mystery Man was British.

The idea of the man telling Scott what to do in an accent was almost enough to tip Scott over the edge, but the man had also told him not to come.

Scott's still hard when he makes his way to the club. The bouncer barely glances at his ID.

How will I know it's you, he types into his phone.

I'll know you, if you followed your orders

Scott's cheeks heat as he makes his way to the bar. He doesn't really want anything to drink, it doesn't do anything anyways.

why don't you dance? there's a group of attractive young men in the corner

you want me to dance with other men?

i want you to as you're told

then why phrase it as a question

Scott orders a Coke from the bar and watches the dots on his text message.

very well, if you must be so cheeky about it. join the young men, grind against at least two of them and find an excuse to lose your shirt before the next song is over

Scott swallows a drink of his soda and makes his way to the dance floor. The song's bassline thumps loudly against his enhanced hearing. He looks around for where Mystery Man might be while grinding against the nearest guy, who is definitely into it.

It doesn't really take that much to work up a sweat; the club is filled with bodies, and the dancing is rigorous and fast-paced. He peels off his shirt right as the song ends. He feels his phone buzz against his pants.

very good

Scott flushes from the praise. There's too many bodies to make out where his date might be hiding.

leave the shirt with a lucky young man and meet me in the allewya

Scott ignores Stiles's voice in his head, screaming about serial killers. If the man wants to hurt him(more than he wants), Scott can just scare him away. He gives the man he'd been grinding against the shirt with a sheepish smile before walking away.

The man smells disappointed but turns back to dancing quickly.

Scott finds his way to the side exit, into the alley.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Strong arms grab him from behind.

"Has no one ever told you it's dangerous to meet strangers in alleyways? Miguel."

Scott's heart thumps wildly. He'd recognize that condescending voice anywhere. "I guess it's a good thing we aren't strangers."

Deucalion chuckles and runs a hand down Scott's side, tugging at his jeans. "I suppose we are not. In fact, we are rather, *intimately* acquainted. I've watched the videos you sent me frequently."

Scott doesn't resist as Deucalion tugs his jeans the rest of the way down, leaving him exposed, cock straining against his briefs.

"When did you know it was me?"

"Would you believe I didn't know for certain until this evening?"

"Does it matter if I do?"

Deucalion pulls at Scott's briefs and rips them away with claws. He's not careful and scratches Scott's skin enough that he smells blood. Scott's cock pulses.

Deucalion slides the butt plug out and slams into Scott without warning. "I thought you'd resist a little more than this," he whispers, grasping Scott's hips and thrusting.

"You gave it away early on," Scott gasps, "would you believe I knew it was you the second time we talked?"

Deucalion fists Scott's hair. He bites Scott's neck hard enough to hurt before answering. "Does it matter if I do?"

[ptergwen]

looking respectfully

w/c: 1,155

warnings: swearing, peter being a bi disaster, and a lil bit of angst

summary: peter questions his sexuality and what it means for your relationship, debating whether or not he should come out to you

a/n: you know what time it is! happy pride my loves :) i wasn’t planning on writing anything for pride this year cause i’ve been busy with can’t get close but i ended up having some time and i wanted to do a little something for y’all! so it’s a bit rushed but forgive me <3 anyways i’m so extremely proud of you all and i love you to pieces, pls enjoy

that stupid movie.

you’re making peter watch that stupid movie again, the one where he literally drools whenever heath ledger comes onscreen. and joseph gordon-levitt. and… the list goes on.

it was your turn to pick for movie night, and you chose 10 things i hate about you. it’s one of your go-to’s. who doesn’t love a good old enemies to lovers rom com? peter clearly enjoys it too because he foams at the mouth every time you watch it. you think it’s because of julia stiles, and it is, but it’s also because of heath ledger and joseph gordon-levitt.

he could call it his bisexual awakening. only, you don’t know that yet.

“hey, pete? mj just texted. she’s inviting us to pride.”

you peer up at your boyfriend from your phone with a smile. peter takes his eyes off the tv momentarily to glance over at you. he draws you in closer with the arm he has around you, a small smile stretching across his lips.

“tell her we’ll be there. can’t break tradition.”

you peck peter’s shoulder and text your friend back on behalf of both of you.

mj has been out as a lesbian since high school, and you’re now well into college. your friend group goes with her to the city’s pride parade every year in honor of pride month. peter always feels welcome at pride. he feels at home, even. you’re there as allies, to support mj and the community. you’ve all been accepting of her from the very second she came out to you, embracing her with open arms.

the more pride parades peter attends, the more he finds his heart skipping a beat when he locks eyes with a cute guy or makes small talk, the more he watches that damn movie, the more he finds himself questioning his sexuality.

“damn, julia stiles has got you all hot and bothered,” you tease. “i don’t think you’ve blinked once during this whole movie.”

peter zoned out in the midst of his sexuality crisis, and he happened to be looking at the tv.

“reminds me of the time we watched the wolf of wall street and you kept staring at margot robbie’s-“

“c’mon, i was not. i was looking respectfully.”

“i’m not judging. there’s a reason men worship that movie, y’know.”

“babe, be serious.”

“i am being serious. shit, i was looking, too.”

peter buries his face in the side of your neck and groans.

should he break it to you that he was really staring at leonardo dicaprio? okay, and margot robbie. but, still.

“it’s okay to admit you have a crush, pete. i won’t take it personally,” you thread your fingers through his curls. “we’ve been together a long time now, yeah? i’m secure in us.”

you toy with peter’s hair. your free arm wraps around him. peter hugs your middle, his nose rubbing against the skin of your neck as he shakes his head.

“i talk about how much i love timothée chalamet all the time. you don’t mind.”

“everyone loves him. besides, it’s… it’s not that.”

“then what is it?”

you push peter back gently by his shoulder so he comes out of his hiding place in your neck. he holds you tighter. his lips form a line, brows knitting together.

this is about more than just some silly crush.

you pause the movie.

“i know that face, peter. what’s bothering you?”

he lets go of you, head hanging.

peter wants to tell you, he really does, but he’s scared. he’s scared and confused. he’s not sure what his attraction to guys means for him, or for either of you. how could you understand when he doesn’t understand himself?

the one thing peter is certain about is that he loves you. nothing could change that. you two are attached at the hip, you fucking live together. you’re his girlfriend, and his best friend.

but, what if he really is bisexual? how would you take it?

“i was looking at leonardo dicaprio, too”

you don’t quite hear peter because he mumbles.

“huh?”

“when we watched the wolf of wall street. i was looking at leonardo dicaprio, too.”

this time you hear him. you just don’t understand.

“i’m not sure what you mean, baby.”

you shift to face peter, scooting towards him on the couch. your eyes flick between his.

this is it. this is peter’s chance to say it, but he can’t get the words out. he doesn’t have them.

it’s not a matter of if you’ll accept him; he knows you will. he has no worries about that. you’re completely accepting of mj and the entire lgbtq+ community, so why would it be any different with your own boyfriend? what peter worries about is what’s going to happen to the two of you. you might not love him anymore. you might want to break up.

he’ll never know if he doesn’t try you, though.

“i was looking at margot robbie and leonardo dicaprio. do you get what i’m trying to say?”

he meets your eyes.

“kind of. could you say more?”

you grab ahold of his biceps, thumbs caressing his arms.

“i, uh, well… i’ve been thinking about it a lot. like, for a really long time. i’m not sure yet, still questioning and all, but i think i’m…”

he inhales a sharp breath.

“i’m bisexual.”

your features hold shock as you process this information. peter automatically assumes the worst and panics, going off on one of his nervous tangents.

“but this doesn’t change us at all. i still love you, y/n. i’m so, so in love with you. i just like guys, too. guys and girls. or… men and women, i should say,” he rambles. “definitely you, though. always you.”

he cringes at himself.

“do you still love me?”

your hands move up to his cheeks, squishing them from how passionately you cup them.

“of course i do.”

peter nods repeatedly, willing himself to take that in. you grin.

“that’s what bisexuality is, liking more than one gender. that includes the opposite,” you reassure. “i’ll always love you, peter benjamin parker, and you’re right. you being bisexual doesn’t change us one bit.”

you kiss peter’s forehead, letting your lips linger there.

“it doesn’t change you, either.”

peter captures your lips with his. you smile into the kiss, lips slotting softly with peter’s. he has a smile that mirrors yours when you both pull back.

that couldn’t have gone any better. he’s so happy he decided to come out to you, and you’re just as glad he felt that he could.

“does this mean i can finally talk about how hot heath ledger is when we watch this movie?”

“absolutely. be loud and proud.”

peter chuckles and pecks your lips. you play the movie, looping your arms around his neck.

“speaking of pride, looks like we’ll be celebrating you at the pride parade this year, too.”

[halinski]

I just wanted to say that I love that you ran the acesterek week! I think there are just so many challenges going on right now that it's a bit oversaturated perhaps? Plus there are just fewer ace folk around comparatively, but I'm glad I got to participate! I saw you like buddie and Sterek, so I'd love a ficlet based on 'Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious' by The Amazing Devil for either of them? Ace content for bonus points? Thank you again! :) Have a great day!

This is not proofread or beta-d or anything bc I was too nervous to ask anyone rip

And I was in such a groove, writing the scenario the song had me imagine that I didn't focus on including ace talk but you know I headcanon both on as ace!!

Hope you like it 💖

"You’re lying on some coats," comes the spectacular conclusion after the door opens.

The foreign bedroom is dark, illuminated only by the light spilling in from the hallway and what little comfort he'd had from the street light visible through the window. Stiles had hoped he would go unnoticed in the mess of clothes but of course his hopes had immediately been shattered. It was par of the course. He was hiding in the coat room on a stranger's bed, after all. Not the desirable teenage life everyone dreamed of.

"Yep," he replies, making sure to add the twisting trill of sarcasm to his tone because, "I know."

The dark shadow doesn't move further into the room, nor think about closing the door to protect them from the thumping clamor of the party downstairs. Exactly what he'd been trying to escape, so Stiles groans and waves a hand.

"You're letting the party in."

A moment later, the door falls shut and Stiles sighs in relief, succumbing to his recovery in the dark. He just needs to summon enough energy to be able to make it back through the house and get home without crashing straight into a stop sign. Conveniently that also gave him enough time to sober up. Although he played with risks and sped straight past rules, he would never do anything stupid with alcohol. Not after all he'd seen it could do through his dad... Professionally, as well as personally.

A shadow falls over him and dread bolts through him like lightning. He gasps, jumping up and--

"AAAAAahh oh my fucking God, Derek! You can't just-" let's himself fall back down, nearly brining himself on the headboard. "Warn a guy, Jesus christ. You can't just sneak up on people like that."

He's still trying to catch his breath from the shock while Derek has the audacity to just stand there silently like he's actually some kind of axe murderer in the dark. His aesthetic would fit that career path well enough.

Stiles groans, pressing his palms against his eyes, trying to bury, bury, calm, save his energy. This was the last thing he needed. And from the really attractive Derek Hale, at that. Mysterious, quiet, superstar golden boy who showed up to ace everything he set his hands on at school and then disappearing. He only really hung out with Erica and Boyd, who are also aloof and distanced and just as hot and untouchable.

Derek finally speaks, only to parrot his entrance phrase. "You're lying on the coats."

"My life just flashed before my eyes, you ass. God."

Another short silence.

"How did you know it was me?" Derek sounds a lot smaller than his presence in the school halls.

Stiles stops short.

"I- uh, I'm very observant if you didn't know. A+ observer over here, even without the gift of much vision right now. There's your voice and the tall, the-the hair up, leather jacket or whatever and i- I mean I'm quick, you know? I know everyone. I could- i could recognize both Lydia and Jackson by scent alone. It's not just you, I mean-who doesn't know you. Jackson wishes he were you." Stiles laughs nervously." I swear I'm not weird, okay? I'm not a creeper like Matt, trust me... Fuck, how can you trust me when you don't even know who I am? I... "

Stiles trails off. Derek doesn't know who he is. He could make his escape before this situation got even more awkward and branded him as a social outcast forever. Sitting up quickly, he gages his escape route. He could totally make it, there was only a slight fog left in his head.

"Actually, I'm just-" He gestures past Derek.

"Stiles."

"What?"

"You're Stiles," Derek repeats, lightly like he hasn't just butchered Stiles whole future social life in Beacon Hills. He'll have to leave the state. Maybe go straight to England. Or better yet, Australia, where he could get devoured by an alligator ten times his size.

And Derek is just amused.

"Okay. Fine, whatever, it's me. You win. What are you even doing here? Party's downstairs." Stiles is trying to sound irritated, he really is but all he can really think of is that /Derek knows he is/. Derek can recognize him in the dark. Derek hasn't laughed at and left him to sulk alone in the coat room. Derek is...

... sitting down next to him?

Stiles blinks.

"Well, I was going to grab Erica and Boyd's jacket so we could get out of here," Derek starts slowly, voice as soft and careful as his movement onto the bed. Is this what Derek is like when he's not running across the court, basketball secure and flink, steel in his hand, voice booming through the gym?

As fast as his heart is racing and cheeks burning from the butterflies that decided to ambush him, he's feeling a lot more comfortable and settled now than he did 5 minutes ago. The commotion downstairs and outside has blurred into background noise, he streetlight not breaking hard against the dark of the night but painting the world in a soft gray... Stiles suddenly felt ready to take on the world.

Snorting, he turns to meet Derek's eyes, a calm blend of dark ash. "But now you've decided to humor the nerd hiding in the coat pile out of pity?"

It's a defense mechanism, putting the worst life could do out there into words so it couldn't take him by surprise. Stiles was desperately hoping he would be proven wrong.

"But you seem to be enjoying this party just as much as I am."

Stiles averts his gaze for a moment, sticking his hands under his thighs so they would stop moving. He couldn't scare Derek off now.

"Oh, you don't enjoy watching everyone you sit in class with strip and grind on each other?" Stiles asks and brusts out laughing at Derek's grimace.

"Well, feel free to join me here in this super cool, improvised Batcave. I mean, misery loves company, right?"

"Something like that." There's that amused one again, and as Stiles looks over again, this time it's Derek who ducks his head bashfully, giving Stiles the last bit of courage to embrace this wholeheartedly. He pulls his phone up from his side, and untangles one of the earbuds for Derek.

"I was watching cat videos before you so rudely interrupted but I could be pursuaded to consider other options if you have any interesting suggestions," he explains as he pops in the other earbud and settled into a comfortable position next to Derek, careful not to get too close. He knows he can be a little too touchy feely for some people and Derek seems like a no touchy kind of guy.

But the teen surprises him when he leans in enough to brush Stiles' shoulder as he imparts his attention to the cracked phone screen.

"I dressed my cat as Batman for Halloween, once," Derek so casually informs him and Stiles nearly chokes.

"You did not!"

Derek nods with a grin. "He wouldn't let me come near him for a week after that."

"I need to see those photos before we proceed to do anything else. It is a prerequisite. I don't make the rules but that is a thing I cannot live without seeing." Maybe Stiles should really dial it down a bit but any coherent thoughts flew straight out the window as he watched Derek immediately pull up his photo gallery and thumb to a cat picture folder titled 'Salem' to show him the whole photo shoot, because that's when he knew he was already in head over heels.

[mastercherry]

Sterek AU where Stiles and Derek are both actors. Both of their careers were launched by a relatively popular show that ended after just a couple seasons. It was one of the first shows of it's kind where werewolf characters were actually allowed to be themselves. It shed some light on werewolves and their lives, the history their kind, the struggles they face.

Derek played a pretty tragic character who's large family was murdered by hunters. The role really spoke to him because his family actually had been attacked by hunters when he was younger. An old hunting family who couldn't let go of the past, of the time where werewolves and other supernatural creatures had to hide in the shadows. But they're out in the open now. That's why this show was so popular. They were real. The audience got to see into the lives of werewolves.

Fictional, of course, all scripted, but full of truth.

And Stiles, he played a normal human. He took the role because he is very passionate about human/supernatural relations. He wanted everyone to see that normal humans can be friends with wolves. Not only that but they stand on the same ground. They have some pretty big differences, but there's so much more that they share. And having gone through the terror of a rogue werewolf attack, having his best friend turned into a wolf, and all kinds of other scary stuff, he knew personally how easy it could be to overwhelmed. Full of the knowledge that there are other beings out there infinitely stronger, faster, tougher than you. That could kill you with a flick of their wrist. He knew how easy it would be for humanity to turn back to their old ways. To hate the supernatural community because they're different.

So he took the role as the resident human. He wanted to show everyone that werewolves aren't scary. They can all work together and make something great.

The show was a big hit. After 3 seasons it ended. The cast went their separate ways. Stiles and Derek had gotten pretty close during filming. Their characters had actually been scripted with a lot of... tension between them. They had very quickly become a popular ship on amongst the fans. It was fun. They liked to ham it up in interviews and stuff.

But they were both dating someone else at the time. Stiles, another cast member, and Derek a pretty teacher he met in a coffee shop.

So fast forward a couple years after the end of the show. They both get a call to be part of a revival of the show. Derek, wanting to go back to a time in his career that was simpler and fun, easily agrees. But Stiles... The internet gets all up in arms when he basically refuses.

Fans are pissed because there are rumors flying around this revival will actually have Derek and Stiles' characters officially get together but that can't happen of Stiles doesn't come back.

He honest give any reasons. He just answers all the questions with "I've moved on. That show will always hold a special place in my heart, but the past is in the past." Or something.

WELL. He's being interviewed on a very popular talk show. He's all smiles and charm. Talking about a new movie of his coming out in just a few days. When, of course, the questions turn toward his refusal to go back for the revival. He has to try very hard to keep the pleasant smile on his face and keep his answer light and romantic. They don't know. No one does. And that's how he wants it to stay.

BUT THEN the hosts pull a dirty trick on him and bring out a surprise guest, Derek Hale.

And that's just not fair because Derek Hale has aged like the finest of wines. He's so handsome, always has been. His eyes are so green and his smile is so perfect. And on top of all of that he's one of the nicest guys on the planet. It's not fair for anyone to be that attractive and that nice all in one package. It's too much.

"Hi, Stiles, it's been a while. You look good." Derek offers him a grin and pull him into a hug.

Stiles does his best not to hold on to him and just enhale. Dammit. This isn't fair. "Derek," he says, trying not to sound as breathless as he feels. "Not too bad yourself." He tries to joke.

And then the hosts start talking about the show again. About Derek, his character. His message. Being a werewolf. Blah blah blah, Stiles is too distracted to listen. How could he have forgotten just how amazing it is to be this close to Derek? To be in his space, to have those eyes looking at you, that voice speaking to you, that-

"I'm sorry, what?" He has to ask. Because they were definitely waiting for him to respond to something.

Derek chuckles. "I said, the show won't be the same without you, Stiles. I wish we could work together again, like old times."

See? See, this isn't fair. Stiles doesn't want to work on that show again, he'd honestly rather never work again if this was his only option, but he would love to work with Derek again.

By the questioning look on Derek's face, Stiles know he can hear his heart thundering in his chest, can probably smell his fear, his sadness.

Everyone is still waiting for his response. The live audience is so quiet, like they're not even breathing. Just waiting to see what he'll say.

He wants to say no, still. Never. No, no, no. He doesn't want to go back. He promised himself that he would never go back. But just looking at the hope in Derek's face... He can't make that handsome face frown. And he's missed Derek. Really he has. He had left so quickly last time, no goodbyes, nothing. He couldn't leave fast enough. But now...

He has to clear his throat a little, wet lips... "I mean, when you put it like that..."

And so Stiles is going to do the revival.

Here's the deal. Stiles was dating another cast member of the show, and this cast member was abusive and manipulative and just bad. Stiles wanted to get away. Tell people, anything. But how? Everyone loves this person. Would they even believe Stiles? And really, the fear of no one believing him was what kept him quiet. He was proud of himself for being able to hide it from everyone, even the werewolves of the group. But as soon as the show ended? He found the strength to leave. He left and never looked back. He always regretted not trying harder to stay in contact with the others, he wanted a clean start.

And now, he's going back, his abuser will also be returning. So it's going to be dramatic. And intense. And him and Derek are going to get closer and closer. And actually try to date.

And all the poop is going to hit the fan and Derek is going to find out why Stiles didn't want to come back.

And yeah.

[wandasallerdyce]

Annoying - Stiles Stilinski

Request - Stiles Stilinski x M!reader. AU Stiles is a jock bisexual kid in the school who is really cocky because he is good looking and fools around with a lot of guys. He's the sort of a heartbreaker. The reader dislikes him. The two of them have to go to detention. Stiles likes the reader and is sorta flirty with him and tries to get him interested. The reader thinks Stiles is hot but annoying and cocky. Stiles feels something he's never felt before. You could imply smut.

Notes - slight cursing in the story. Finally finished a request after being busy for months. I rushed the ending so if it’s bad, ignore that part rq 🙂

It was well known around the school that you weren’t very fond of Stiles. To begin with, he always pestered you with flirty remarks 24/7. It was starting to get annoying. It was kind of cute at first, even almost deciding to give into him, but then you found out about the real Stiles. He would fuck anything that moved. Literally. One day you’d see him holding a pretty girl, and the next day he’d have a boy wrapped around his fingers. You were angered to say the least, but also heartbroken.

You couldn’t deny that you held romantic feelings toward said boy. He was tall and attractive, and seemed to be funny at times. But you couldn’t be with someone who was only looking for a quick fuck and didn’t care about you after. As much as your heart longed for his touch, you knew you had to spare yourself from pain. You couldn’t be someone he could just forget existed right after.

But it seemed as the world hated you today. A Friday of all days did the world have to end. It all started when you were only a minute late to class, seeing as there was a long line in the bathroom (ugh, why did they all collectively had to use it at that time?!). Apparently your history teacher thought that going to the bathroom when needed wasn’t necessary and gave you after school detention. To add insult to injury, the one and only Stiles Stilinski had detention too.

Oh how you were about to chew out whatever spirits were out there for putting you in this position. He stared at you as you entered the class, and gave you a smirk. Gosh, how you wanted to kiss- slap that smirk right off his face. You walked all the way to the back of the class and fell into the chair whilst pulling your (f/c) hoodie to hide your face. All was good until Stiles threw a paper ball at you. You looked up and glared at him, responding with that same, stupid smirk. You opened the ball and read what was scribbled in it. ‘How did the beautiful and oh so perfect (y/n) end up in detention?’ it read.

You rolled your eyes and wrote back down an explanation. It kept going back and forth until he eventually told you that he was in here for being in a fight. How unsurprising. The teacher watching over both of you got bored to the point where they sent you both to help out the janitor or something. All was well until Stiles decided to shove both of you guys in a closet. “Yknow, things would’ve been easier if you stopped avoiding me.” Stiles said, with hands in his pockets. “Who says I’m avoiding you? I’m simply just not interested in talking to you.” You retorted back.

“Ouch, that hurt. But, since I’m an understanding person, I’ll forgive you.” Stiles said while giving you a small smile. You squinted your eyes and stared at him, making sure you heard right. “Weird. You never offer forgiveness. Anyways, I don’t want it so get out of my way.” You simply replied while making your way towards the exist. Stiles quickly jumps in front of you, blocking the exist. “Move it, Stilinski. I won’t hesitate to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Listen, I’m sorry (y/n), but just hear me out please.” Stiles begged. “Fine, 5 minutes. Make them quick, I have somewhere to be.” You bluntly said. “Alright, so basically, um, I like you and- and I’ve stopped messing around with people because I want to be with you. Ever since we met in class that one time, I’ve wanted to be with you, romantically, not sexually. You changed me (y/n), for the better. And I love you even more for that. I want to make it up to you, take you out on nice dates and all that stuff. I want to make you happy, that is it you’d let me.” Stiles blurted out, tumbling and stuttering out his sentences.

It was kind of… cute if you were being honest, but then you remembered the Stiles you had come to known. “Stiles… I’d love to be with you but, I don’t know if it’s right for the both of us. You can have anyone you want, so go for them, not me.” You said while fidgeting with your hands. “But I want you, (y/n). You’re the only person keeping me sane in this school. Hell, I’ll even give up my popularity if it means I get to be with you. I… I love you (y/n).” He said, and with that your head shot up. He said it. The 3 word sentence, he said it!

“Stiles, you love me?” You asked, while gasping. “Always have, you were just busy avoiding me to notice…” Stiles stated, grabbing your hand and holding it. And that’s when you knew that you couldn’t contain your feelings for the brunette jock anymore. You grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was slow, but you could definitely feel the flood of emotions in it. Your lips were moving in sync, and although Stiles’ lips were slightly chapped, they were still soft to kiss.

When you pulled away, the both of you were breathless. “Well, that was something.” Stiles said, shock still evident on his face. The both of you stood there, an awkward silence lingering too long. You looked directly into his eyes and decided to speak up. “Listen Stiles, I love you too but if we’re going to be together, I need you to know some things.” You said as he slowly nodded, telling you to continue. “If we want to make this work, please wait for when I’m ready for sex. I want this to be sweet in the beginning, I don’t want to feel pressured. Secondly, please don’t touch me that often, at least not in the first couple of months. Lastly, just be yourself around me Stiles. I want to have fun, not date some A.I..” You said, ending your rules for him.

“I can do that, it’s easy peesy. And don’t worry, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to.” He said reassuringly. “Cmon, let’s get out of here and go to my house to watch some cheesy movie.” You said, grabbing a hold of his hand. “Ah, yes, a cheesy movie where I can pretend we’re the main characters kissing!” Stiles stated excitedly. “Don’t make me regret giving you a chance, Stilinski.”

FIN

[bhadpodcast]

Why Scott McCall Is Teen Wolf’s Worst Character

There is this notion in the Scott/Posey fandom that they can do and say whatever they want. When Derek and Stiles fans called them out for harassing a Teen Wolf fan who had the audacity to dislike Scott McCall, the Scott McCall defense squad defended their own disgusting behavior by whining that “they disrespected Scott McCall in the general tags.” The problem with that is that these are the same bullies who would go into full-on attack mode if you dared post anything even remotely critical of Scott McCall in the anti Scott McCall tag.

I’ve seen these people post their anti Derek, Stiles, Sterek - pro Scott crap in the “Derek Hale”, “Stiles Stilinski” and “Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski” tags on purpose.

Scott/Posey stans act as if the truth is determined by how loud and toxic they are. Since Stiles and Derek are the fan favorites, the stars of the show, and they overshadowed Scott from the day one without even even trying, then they can do as they please, even harassing Teen Wolf fans and dropping into the Stiles Stilinski or Derek Hale tag to say how much they hate the character.

I personally feel that the reason behind his is that antis identify with Scott so much that if you dare criticize Scott’s canonical abusive actions and behavior, they feel you’re insulting them. They have bought into the wish fulfillment that Scott McCall represents.

Scott McCall represents the idea that you can treat everyone around you like crap, you can insult people, invade their privacy, emotionally or physically lash out at them when you’re upset, but as long as you’re in a position of power and arguably charismatic, people will still love you and treat you like you’re a hero and the bestest friend ever. It doesn’t matter how much you hurt the people around you, because the entire power fantasy is that people will accept your behavior, and instead of asking you to apologize, they’ll instead apologize to you, even for the most minor meaningless slight, because only your feelings and your emotions matter.

It’s what has made characters like Scott McCall so popular among the antis, no matter what show they are on. And why this particular trope, the Average Whiny Asshole With A Plot Armor, is only popular when played by an attractive guy.

Of course, in antis’ fan fictions, Scott McCall will have most of their canon traits (such as violence, jealousy, possessiveness, bigotry, entitlement, and cruelty) removed, because as much as Scott Stans love Scott McCall for being a toxic asshole and getting away with it, they understand they can never admit that. So they turn Scott into a self insert Mary Sue and give him all the positive traits stolen from the Teen Wolf characters who they claim to despise.

This conceals the fact that they liked Scott McCall exactly because of his lack of positive character growth, including his utter refusal to acknowledge that his abusive actions and behavior have consequences even if he manages to hide them or blame others for them.

Scott spent six seasons using his friends and victims as a cover for his actions, and no one ever held him accountable for what he did. The production ended up with a character who is stuck in the same static condition he was in the pilot: a character who never gets to learn or improve any part of himself. By the end of the show, Scott McCall is still the same whiny, cruel, bigoted, entitled asshole that he was when he first showed up on the show. The very same boy who thinks that the hunters had a valid reason to slaughter the Hales, lashes out at his best friend, and then lives out his Werewolf Jesus fantasies and delusions of grandeur through his friends’ suffering.

Instead of growing, Scott got reasons he should be allowed to be an asshole. He lies because “he has to”. He’s violent because “You may be an alpha, but you are not mine!” He’s abusive because his victims provoke him. He’s cruel because he is a werewolf. He’s jealous and possessive because he’s in love.

With characters like Scott McCall, the point isn’t for him to improve and overcome his problems. It’s for other characters to make allowances for his problems. In its fan service, the show let him stay the same entitled little boy he always was. Even in the final episode, he gleefully ruins his friends’ chance to have a life outside of him and of Beacon Hills just because he needs their help to save his own cowardly ass once again. Scott literally ends the show being his usual toxic self and recruiting traumatized children to fight his own battles. Hell, the rare times Scott did show character growth, like finally admitting he’s utterly useless when left to his own devices, his stans reacted with anger, because how dare they have Scott admit he can’t even plan his way out of paper bag without his smarter than everyone friends’ constant help and support?!

This leads to Season 5, where Scott once again lashed out at Stiles, blamed Stiles for his own mistakes, dehumanized Stiles for defending himself against his abuser, gaslit Stiles, tried to isolate Stiles from his support system, accused Stiles of being a violent, dangerous, inhuman monster and a serial killer, and then acted as if he was the victim. And then of course Scott lies and plays up an injury that had long healed for six episodes straight just to convince his friends not to abandon him again because “I healed when we were together again. Where we were pack.” That is exactly what Scott/Posey fans wanted though: a character who can get away with this crap yet still be seen as a woobie and hero at the same time.

Then people wonder why Teen Wolf fans, critics, and viewers (and the actors themselves) come to despise Scott McCall and see him as everything wrong in fandom. It’s because Scott brought down the show by undermining its themes and other characters whenever the show, due to Posey’s jealous fits and temper tantrums, let him get away with the things like attacking Corey and plotting Josh and Tracy’s murder begins everyone’s back. When the show let him constantly insult Stiles and Derek, without giving Stiles and Derek a chance to push back at him. When the show let Scott abuse Isaac, and acted as if it was okay for Scott to do so because it was done in a humorous way. When the show let Scott sell Derek and his Pack out to Gerard and then justify it. When the show let Scott sacrifice Erica and Boyd to look good in Allison’s eyes and never called him out on it. When the show let Scott be abusive, and mean, and a bully, and acted as if those scenes were ok because Scott was a “true alpha”.

When you dare to criticize Scott’s abusive behavior, his delusional squad will excuse it by yelling “but Scott is a Mexican boy!” (he is not), or “Scott is depressed!” (he is not), or “Scott is poor!” (he is not), or “Scott is the most important character of Teen Wolf!” (he is not), as if that somehow makes Scott’s behavior okay, never realizing how racist and insulting that is to real Mexican people who aren’t complete assholes to everyone around them the way that Scott is.

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This is a great piece of meta. Very well thought out and presented. Tell a friend. 

[the-galaxy-collector]

heart/beats

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning(s): fluff, sick stiles, derek hale is bad at feelings

Summary: Stiles gets sick while the gang is away. Derek comes back to check on him. 

A/N: I think as is becoming common for me in the Teen Wolf fandom, this just poured out of me with no prior warning and I regret nothing. 

Stiles stood up, or he tried, before his body forced him to sit back down on the edge of his bed. He’d been trying to work up both the strength and the courage to take a shower for the past thirty minutes, but he was still here. In the exact same position. Trying not to puke all over his pajamas. 

A very attractive look, if he did say so himself. 

He closed his eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, but he knew it was pointless. He’d been sick for the last two days and whatever the hell this shit was, it didn't seem to be going anywhere. 

Everyone was gone too, which made it worse. They were off saving the world from… something. He couldn’t remember now. Something way more important than Stiles, though. And he wasn’t bitter about it. He knew what they were doing was a big deal. It was just that right now he wanted chicken soup like his mom used to make and someone to tuck him back into bed. 

After a shower, he reminded himself. The shower was still a must. 

Stiles took a deep, steadying breath and forced himself up with shaky limbs. He held out his arms, forcing himself to remain balanced and upright, as he started to walk forward gingerly. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

He yelped as his eyes popped back open at the noise. He didn’t know he wasn’t alone, and his heart was racing uncomfortably as he clutched his chest now over it. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” He gulped. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you here?”

“You’re sick,” Derek explained bluntly. 

“Yes, I am aware of that,” Stiles bit back. “Go. I’m fine.”

“You definitely are not. We need to go to the hospital, Stiles.”

“We need to go to the hospital, Stiles,” he mocked in a high-pitched voice. “You sound like that, you know.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t need to go to the hospital, Derek. You guys are off, ya know, saving the world or whatever. And I’ll be fine. Just go help them.”

“They don’t need my help.”

“And neither do I,” Stiles insisted. 

“Why are you like this?” he said, a smile in his voice. “You make me crazy. You know that, right?”

“No,” he replied sarcastically. “Really?”

When he went to roll his eyes at Derek’s stubborn nature, like he’d done a million and a half times, his head pulsed suddenly with a headache so severe it caused him to fall to his knees. Derek was by his side within seconds, his hands on either side of his face as he forced Stiles to look at him. 

He pulled back his eyelids one at a time, and whatever he saw there made him hoist Stiles off the floor without a word, and carry him from the room. Stiles wanted to put up a fight, tell Derek to put him down, that he was going to be fine. It was just the flu or something non-lethal to teenagers, but pressed up against Derek’s chest like this was warm and comfortable and he found it very difficult to hold other thoughts in his brain right now. 

Derek took him straight outside and propped him up in the front seat of his own car before buckling him in and rushing around to the driver’s side. He knew how much Derek hated the Jeep, which meant that he either was doing it for Stiles’ sake or because he had run all the way here without his own car because it wasn’t fast enough. Stiles wasn’t sure which one was sweeter. 

“Stiles, I swear to God,” Derek growled, “if you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

Stiles snorted his laughter despite the pounding in his head, currently radiating out from behind his left eye. 

“When’s the last time you ate?” Derek asked softly. 

Too softly. Like he was actually worried. Which stressed out Stiles more than he thought it would. Or should. 

Stiles shrugged his answer, and even that tiny movement sent a jolt of pain down his spine. But he wasn’t lying. He honestly couldn’t remember when he had put food in his mouth last, which was probably not great. 

Derek growled again, and while it was affecting Stiles like it always did, the dull ache covering his entire body pushed any stupid, horny thoughts out of his brain. 

At least for now. 

He knew they’d be back, especially if Derek was going to stick around. Stiles sort of hated that. Especially since Derek could tell. Hiding things from werewolves, as he’d learned, was not possible. It wasn’t awkward at all. 

Yep, he definitely hated that. 

Derek continued to slam his foot and the gas pedal all the way to the floorboard as he drove, but it didn’t do any good. It never did. The Jeep was ancient, one of the things Stiles loved about it, and it wasn’t ever going to go faster than this. But Derek was wonderfully impatient, often with Stiles, or things that involved  Stiles. 

Another endearing quality that would normally make his heart all aflutter. But right now, he was in too much pain. 

The sunlight streaming in was making his head hurt worse, though, so he laid it down on the console in between him and Derek and tried not to focus on the fact that the traditionally very grumpy man was rubbing Stiles’ leg absentmindedly as he made his way through the streets of Beacon Hills. 

Derek had never been one to touch anyone for any reason, so clearly Stiles was dying. Or Derek thought he was. He couldn’t think of any other reason why he might be doing that, but again, he had no strength left to even ask.

Stiles didn’t think he was ready for the answer. Or, more appropriately, he knew he wasn’t ready for the brush off. 

Stiles half expected Derek to pull straight into the emergency room bay where only the ambulances are supposed to go with the way he was acting, but he found a normal spot. And just like when they got into the car, he rushed around and helped Stiles out. Like being away from Stiles for even the shortest amount of time was too much for Derek to handle. Yeah, Stiles was dying and Derek felt bad for him. There were no other explanations.

He even tried to carry him bridal style again, but Stiles managed to put his foot down. 

Well, not literally. But he made it clear that wasn’t happening in front of all these people. 

He had some dignity left.

The harsh fluorescents assaulted his eyes worse than the sunlight, and he found, once again, that he needed to slam his eyes shut to keep from hurling all over himself. And Derek. 

“Oh my God,” Melissa asked from somewhere nearby. “What happened?”

“Well, my idiot has been sick for the last two days and he didn’t call anyone and now I’m afraid he’s dehydrated and about to pass out.”

Melissa giggled at Derek’s assessment as she ushered them back to what Stiles was sure was a room, but all he could concentrate on was the fact that Derek had said my idiot. My idiot. Like Stiles belonged to him. 

Not that Stiles would complain if that were true. 

Derek put him down on the bed as soon as the door shut behind them and dimmed the lights, allowing Stiles to open his eyes again. Melissa was already rushing around getting things set up as Derek forced him to lay down. He hadn’t even stopped to put shoes on, so when he pulled the covers up to Stiles’ chin, he couldn’t really protest. 

Too much anyway. 

“Derek, stop,” he said, pushing his hands away. “I’m not an invalid.”

Derek rolled his eyes and sat down in a chair, pulling it up as close to the side of Stiles’ bed as he could get without actually being in the bed. 

“All right, Stiles. You ready?”

He nodded as he felt the coolness from an alcohol prep pad next and then hissed loudly as the IV slid into his arm. No matter how many times he’d been forced to do this, it didn’t get easier. And it should be by now, he reasoned, since hanging out with werewolves had some disadvantages. Not many, but some. If you were unlucky enough to be the only human anyway. 

Stiles didn’t miss the way that Derek flinched a little at his pain, though, causing his eyebrows to pull in the middle. He was getting more confused, and more concerned, by the second. 

Something was definitely going on. 

“Honey, I’m gonna take some blood, give you some fluids, and bring some food. Do you think you can eat?”

Stiles shrugged again, swallowing hard as his mouth filled with saliva. The thought of eating anything made his stomach do a flip, which probably wasn’t a good sign, but he could try. He certainly knew he should try. 

“I can give you something to help you sleep, if you wanna do that instead, but we’re gonna have to wake you up in, like, an hour to try to get something in your stomach. Or I’m gonna have to feed you some Ensure.”

Stiles wrinkled his nose. “Like they give old people?”

Melissa nodded. “No. Just knock me out and then wake me up later. I promise I’ll try. But do not give me that shi… stuff.”

It didn’t matter how old he got, cussing in front of Melissa always felt wrong somehow. She just laughed quietly, though, and shook her head as she finished hooking him up to everything, forcing Derek to move only when it was absolutely necessary. 

A couple minutes after she pushed something directly into his line, he started to feel sleepy. Like actually sleepy. Not this fitful mess he’d been enjoying for over 48 hours. 

And he let his eyes close without a word. 

He couldn’t be sure if it had been a few minutes or hours, but when he started to wake back up, he heard Derek’s soft voice beside him. He sounded like he might be talking to someone, but since Stiles’ eyelids were still way too heavy to open, he just listened. 

As the grogginess slowly lifted, he noticed Derek was holding his hand. Actually holding his hand. In both of his. His head and, more importantly, his lips were resting next to Stiles’ skin. He could feel Derek’s breath.  

Wait, am I dead? 

“Does he know yet?” Melissa whispered. 

“No,” Derek said, just as quiet. 

“When are you gonna tell him?”

“Well, I came back to do that and he was about to pass out. I got distracted,” he explained, exasperation taking over momentarily. “But I guess I knew something was wrong.” 

“Of course you did,” Melissa insisted. “He’s your mate.” 

Mate?! 

Okay, Stiles was definitely dead. Or dreaming. Hopefully dreaming. At least that way he could still wake up. 

Melissa didn’t wait for Derek to respond before she asked another question. “Talk to Noah yet?” 

“Yeah.”

Once again, Derek lapsed into silence. But it wasn’t long before Melissa got irritated with his lack of information on the topic. 

“And?” she huffed.

“He told me he’d kill me if I hurt him.”

She laughed again, still as softly as before. Stiles could hear her walk back to the door, enjoying her little private joke.

“Well, you’re safe,” she said, pausing at the threshold. “We both know you’re not capable of that.”

“Mhmm,” he answered. 

“Derek?”

“Yeah?” he asked, moving his head to the side.

And suddenly Stiles had a new thing he hated now. The way Derek sounded asking that one question. It was vulnerable, like Derek’s entire nervous system was on the outside. All exposed and raw. He wanted very much to get out of this bed and protect him, but that didn’t make any sense. Derek didn’t need to be protected. It was Derek. 

“You’re gonna be great,” Melissa declared. 

And then she left him with that, allowing the door to close behind her without waiting for him to argue. 

After a few seconds, Derek cleared his throat. “How, uh, much of that did you hear?”

Stiles forced himself to remain as still and quiet as possible, not even allowing his breathing to pick up. He would give Derek an out. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, Stiles,” Derek explained. “I know you’re awake.”

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. It was his go-to response, sure, but it also seemed to fit the occasion. 

“Mate, huh?” 

Derek groaned loudly and Stiles opened his eyes slowly. “When did you plan on telling me, Sourwolf?”

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[kirah69]

Or Stiles and/or Peter have a really bad bout of dysphoria. If not triggering for you ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

Yes! Thank you!

So here it is. For the Full Moon Ficlet Prompt DISCONNECTED & for the @transbingo​: Vampires.

Dysphoria: It's a term for the anguish and distress a person experiences as a result of a disconnect between their gender identity — who they feel they are — and the gender a doctor assigned them at birth.

Laura Beltrán Villamizar

Title: Fucking Vampires

Pairing: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: A fucking vampire turns Stiles and sends to hell all the effort he had made with his transition.

Warnings: Trans male Stiles, Vampires, Forced detransition, Angst, Strong body disphoria

Chapters: 1/?

[AO3 link]

Chapter 1

Stiles woke up in a fucking abandoned warehouse, again. Why couldn't he wake up for once in the bed of an attractive stranger? Oh yeah, for that he would have to socialize. He hadn't even been caught drunk on the way home from a party, at least then he'd have an excuse. Someone (or something) had caught him back from the library late at night. He didn't even remember how it happened, just he was on the street and now he was- oh wait, it wasn't a warehouse.

That in the background was the noise of the subway and behind him was an old subway car. Everything looked gray under the few remaining lights on the ceiling (which were brighter than he'd expect), maybe it was just covered in dust. The air seemed stagnant, and he could smell decomposing bodies. It must have been an abandoned station and by the boxes, the makeshift tents with old fabrics, the gasoline drums turned into bonfires and so on, homeless people lived there. He was probably sitting on the bed of one of them. Where were they? There was not a soul around him, not even rats.

Stiles felt his head for any injuries (the bad guys had a habit of hitting him on the head to knock him unconscious) and there was some dried blood, but no wound, it didn't even hurt. He looked down to see if there were any other injuries and-.

His heart stopped. He lost his breath. His mind went blank for an instant, and then he was filled with sheer panic and terror.

It can't be, it can't be, no no no nononononono, not again, how, no, why, it can't be, not again, please, please, why, how, this can't-, nono nonononono...

He couldn't know how long he was like this until his mind settled down, just long enough to form rational thoughts. Everything had returned. Someone... something had kidnapped him and had... had... Oh god, fuck, something, somehow, had made his body return to... its original form. He had tried so hard to get rid of all that and now... now they were back. His breasts. And inside of him... he was pretty sure his ovaries and uterus had returned as well. He brought a shaking hand to his groin and... shit, his clit had returned to its original size as well. He was terrified of looking in a mirror or talking; he didn't want to hear himself, he didn't want to see his face again with feminine features.

Eight fucking years of hormone therapy and operations gone to waste! Who the hell had done that and how? And how come he still hadn't passed out from the panic attack? His chest... didn't ache. It should, and he should be out of breath and blacked out, but it was as if he didn't need to breathe even though his lungs continued to inflate and deflate.

He stopped thinking about it when he felt another presence nearby. “Feel” was the right word because he didn't hear it or see it until it was in front of him. It was a tall man with long blond hair in a ponytail, intense green eyes and extremely pale skin. He was dressed in black from top to bottom with a knee-length leather coat. Was it a requirement for sinister villains?

“How are you feeling?” asked Stranger with a French accent. Oh wait, he had read this.

“Are you a fucking vampire?”

There was a shocked expression on his face followed by a smile that showed too many teeth.

“I knew I had caught a smart one. My nam-.”

“What have you done to my body? Why did you do this to me?”

“Um... Well... I admit I didn't expect it.” He seemed to be trying to smile, but he grimaced instead. “It's the first time I've turned... well, someone like you. I didn't even know you were a woman.”

“I'm not a woman!” he hissed through his teeth.

“I mean, I knew that the transformation regenerates mutilated limbs, missing organs...” he explained with wide gestures of his hands, “but I didn't even know you were an operated girl.”

“Man! I. Am. A. Man!” he screamed and flinched at the sound of his high-pitched voice.

“Um... Look... I'm very sorry about this, but I have to say that you look very pretty like that.”

Stiles saw red. Something reacted within him, like the snap of a whip, and just as quickly he launched himself at the creature. He didn't think about it, he didn't consciously do it. It was as if the beast mode switch had been flipped and his humanity had stepped aside. He felt everything, he acted with all the precision that his new abilities allowed him, but he did not control it.

When his prey stopped moving in his hands, he came back to his senses. He first noticed the blood in his mouth, a taste that should have been disgusting, but he just swallowed. His hands were covered in the same blood and his clothes too. He had practically bled that pig out, appropriate. He had a broken arm, but he could already feel it regenerating. The vampire's body was at his feet. Or part of it. A pair of limbs were scattered around him, and his head had ended up on top of the subway car.

He let out a shaky breath and staggered backward until he tripped over some box and fell to the ground. His mind returned to his situation and he stopped breathing. Not that he needed it anymore. He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, but it slipped between his blood-soaked hands. He tried to catch it a couple more times, but ended up giving up. He left it on the ground and dialed the number. It was a miracle that there was signal there, and he attributed the first tears to the relief it made him feel. He lay down next to him with his knees and arms curled, making himself as small as he could, and waited as the tones sounded.

“Hello, Stiles.”

He heard Peter's cheerful voice, and a sob escaped him.

“Stiles, what's wrong?” His voice quickly turned concerned.

“Peter.” Shit, why did his voice have to sound like this?

“Stiles?” He sounded confused, perhaps because he didn't recognize his voice.

What could he say? How could he explain all that? He didn't want to say it out loud, he didn't want to hear himself in that voice talking about his worst nightmare. He sobbed again, his chest contracting in a strange way because he didn't need to breathe, but he was trying and surely it was necessary to speak.

“Stiles, listen to me, I need you to take a deep breath and tell me where you are.”

That made him give a nervous laugh, and he seemed to be able to control his diaphragm again.

“An abandoned subway station.”

“Can you go to a public place? Can you get help?” he asked calmly, though his voice was full of concern.

“Um... I can... Wait, what time...” He turned his head to see the screen. 3:29 pm. “No, I can't go out. Peter...”

“Don't worry, I'm on my way.” It was true, he could hear the car's engine. “If you can, don't turn off your phone, I have located you. Are you safe? Do you have danger nearby?”

“No, I'm alone.” He felt a great relief knowing that Peter was on his way. He was going to take hours, he had to get there from Beacon Hills, but Stiles knew he would speed up as much as he could to get there as soon as possible.

“Okay. Are you hurt?”

Stiles began to cry louder. No, technically he wasn't hurt, it was even worse.

“Stiles, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me. Are you hurt?”

“N-no, no. Peter...” he said with a whine.

“I'm on my way, hold on. Hide if you can. You'd have to hang up or the battery-.”

“No! Peter, please...” The idea of staying there alone without even Peter's voice terrified him.

“It's okay, I'm here. Can you tell me what happened?”

He knew Peter just wanted to distract him so that time would pass faster, although for him it was enough to hear his heartbeat on the other end of the phone (it was strange and at the same time comforting that he could hear it).

“I was coming back from the library last night. God, I don't know how I could have been unconscious for so long. I woke up here a few minutes ago and this...” he gave a humorless laugh at how ridiculous it was,” this vampire appeared. A fucking vampire, Peter! Why did it have to be a vampire? If it had been... anything else.”

Anything, even if its only intention had been to kill him. That would have been better than what had happened.

“Well, now we can be a cliché.”

Stiles wanted to laugh, but the sound that came out of his mouth sounded more like a groan. Then his cell phone started beeping.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

He leaned over the phone, there was only five percent battery.

“Stiles, you have to hang up. I promise I'll be there soon, but you have to hang up and keep your phone nearby in case you move. I have your GPS signal located, I don't want to lose it.”

Stiles wasn't going to ask how he had located his phone, Peter was up to date with technology. At that moment he was only grateful for it because the truth was that he had no idea where that station was.

“Okay. Don't let the police arrest you.”

“They couldn't reach my car even if they tried. Although maybe you should be listening for police sirens.”

He hung up the phone reluctantly and brought it close to his body, it was his only connection with Peter. Maybe he should feel bad about not calling his father. He could have arrived quickly with the siren without risking a chase, but the truth was that Stiles didn't know if he would come, he didn't know if he would pick up the phone or if he would believe him when he explained the situation or even if he would consider it important enough to travel from Beacon Hills. In short, he couldn't trust his father to help him. He had been aware of it for a long time, but at times like this it was particularly painful.

He could have called Derek, he also lived in Los Angeles, but most likely he wouldn't even pick up the phone and besides, Derek had no idea of his situation and it would be very awkward to explain. Lydia lived in New York, they barely kept in touch in recent years; and it would be futile to try to contact Scott now that he was on the run in Canada with his latest romance, a hunter whose family weren't too happy about her dating a werewolf. (Stiles was not at all surprised that history repeated itself.)

However, he had no doubt that Peter would come, even if he had to cross the country to do so. He was the last werewolf in Beacon Hills and the one in charge of protecting the town since Scott had abandoned his duties as alpha of the territory. After Scott's departure, Peter had sent the few werewolves of his abandoned pack out to other packs to take care of them while he stayed there alone. Peter was an omega, but he was far more capable of keeping the people of Beacon Hills safe than Scott and his entire pack had been. Stiles had kept in touch with him while he was studying in Los Angeles. At first it had been to keep up with the threats against Beacon Hills, but everything had settled down in a few months and they had still kept in touch.

Peter didn't know about his situation either, but Stiles felt that he would understand it much better than Derek. Although if Peter told him like that asshole that he was fine like this, Stiles was not responsible for his actions.

Maybe he fell asleep at some point or got too distracted because suddenly a noise made him react and he jumped up. His body took on a fighting pose not unlike a cat instinctively. It was a distant metallic noise, but more sounds followed like footsteps, gates opening and closing, and a heartbeat. He then smelled a person before he even saw it. He heard a kind of hiss and realized it was coming from him. He was a snake now? Then he saw Peter appear from one of the tunnels and the hiss stopped. His legs shook, and he was about to collapse, but then Peter was there to hold him. He tried to call his name, but he had forgotten to breathe and there was no air in his lungs to make his vocal chords vibrate.

“I've got you, I've got you,” Peter whispered, sitting him down on the closest mattress without leaving him.

Stiles shrugged and buried his face in Peter's neck, clutching his shirt with both hands. He had forgotten about the blood that now also stained the wolf's clothing. He sobbed in great relief now that at last he was not alone. One hand stroked his back comforting while the other held him tightly.

“You did a great job,” Peter commented. Stiles frowned and then realized he was talking about the vampire's corpse. “We'll have to burn it to make sure it doesn't resurrect, but decapitation is definitely the best method.”

“Good to know, you can use it with me.”

“Hey, no, don't say that.” Peter hugged him tighter and kissed his hair. “You're going to be fine, you're going to get over this.”

“Peter, I... this... m-my body...” Fuck, he couldn't say it.

“I know. I know, sweetheart. We'll fix it, I'll find a way,” he told him confidently, and his heart didn't give any lies away.

“How are we doing...? Wait, you know?” Stiles lifted his head and looked at him confused.

Peter looked at him almost tenderly, a slight curve on his lips.

“From the beginning, well, from the formal. At first the smell of Adderall prevented me from recognizing the other medications, but then it was clear.”

“So, all werewolves...” The idea that any werewolf, any creature with enhanced senses could...

“No, don't worry, if you don't know how to recognize them, it's difficult to distinguish between medications. I had a friend in college who was also under hormonal treatment, that's why I was able to recognize them.”

“My smell isn't... is...” He had always worried about so many things so that people would not notice his situation and now he had to worry about another one.

“It's slightly different from most boys your age, although mainly because of its lack of smell of semen and most would attribute it to a lack of sexual activity. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it, you will soon be practically scentless.”

Stiles frowned and ducked his head to smell himself. He smelled of blood and other foreign smells, but he could barely smell his personal scent.

“It's a peculiarity of vampires,” Peter explained. “It's the way to recognize them, although the most skilled strive to simulate a human smell.”

“Huh. Well, it's not my main concern right now. What...? Fuck, how am I going to-?”

“We. We're going to fix this, both of us.”

“But how?! I can't even have surgery again! It'd just... again...”

“I know, but I'm sure there's some magic that allows us to recover your body. In ancient times surgeries wasn't an option, but magic is older than science. We'll find the spell we need or create it if necessary,” he said it with such conviction that it made him think it was true, that it was possible.

“Werewolves can't use magic,” he whispered.

“But vampires can. You already had a slight affinity for magic as a human, but now, with a little training, you'll be able to use it without restriction.” That proud smile on his face made him blush (or would have if he could still blush).

“You don't have to-.”

“Shh, none of that. We're going to do this together, don't doubt it.” His expression was determined. Stiles was sure that, even if he refused, Peter would keep trying to help him behind his back.

It was comforting that someone cared so much about him. Stiles sighed in relief and relaxed next to Peter, waiting until it got dark.

Peter took him out of the subway station through its abandoned entrance. It was in the suburbs, a pretty abandoned area in every sense, which was good since he was still covered in blood. Peter's Shelby Cobra was right at the entrance (it was a miracle it hadn't been stolen while they were waiting). It was a shame to stain the extremely expensive upholstery with blood, but he didn't have a choice either, and Peter didn't seem to care.

It took them almost an hour to get to Peter's apartment in one of the highest-class buildings in Los Angeles. It had been his property for years, but he didn't use it often, a few times a year when he went to visit Derek or when Stiles needed help with a research. It was an open, modern space with wooden floors, large windows, and metal, glass, and leather furniture. It was quite impressive, especially the views of the city, but Stiles preferred his house in Beacon Hills, much more homey and full of antiques and books.

“Did you bring your laptop?” Stiles asked.

“I'm afraid not, I was in a bit of a hurry. Why don't you take a shower, and I'll go find yours at your place?”

“I had it with me in my backpack, but I haven't seen it at the station. Maybe he got rid of everything when he kidnapped me.”

“Then I'll go to buy a new one, there'll still be a store open. Make yourself comfortable, there are clothes in the room, take what you want.”

Peter left before Stiles could tell him that he didn't have to buy him a new laptop. It would have been useless anyway, he was that stubborn. Stiles walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror without thinking, which was a big, big mistake. There was the body that he had worked so hard to change. As if he had done nothing in those years, as if all the suffering had been for nothing. He got into the shower and slammed the glass door. The crystal exploded, falling into small fragments around him. Stiles started crying cowering in the corner of the shower. He was a monster and not just because he was a vampire.

When Peter returned, he didn't say a word. He stepped over the glass and scooped him up, carrying him into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He sat him on the shower bench and turned on the shower head, not caring about getting wet himself.

“Stiles, tell me if I can take your clothes off or if you want to do it yourself. You have to take a shower, you have to clean this blood.”

At any other time the idea of being naked with that body in front of someone else (in front of himself) would have been terrifying, but he saw the blue eyes that were watching him so worriedly, and he knew that Peter could handle it better than himself. He nodded and raised his arms almost like a zombie. Peter didn't bother to pull the shirt over his head, he just ripped the front with a sharp claw.

“Hey!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“It's beyond saving.”

Peter removed his T-shirt along with the shirt he was wearing on top of it, then lifted him with one arm around his waist and pulled down his pants and boxers. Peter let him sit down again, his body was shaking. He reached for the shower head, and the water washed away the surface blood before Peter scrubbed it all off with the sponge. He was meticulous, cleaning even behind his ears and between his fingers. At some point, Stiles stopped shaking and relaxed under his attentions. Not a single improper touch or look. Stiles wanted to hug him and thank him.

When he finished, Peter turned off the tap and wrapped him in the fluffiest bath robe he had ever seen. They went out into the bedroom, and Peter started looking for clothes in the closets. Even though he didn't live there, there were more clothes than in Stiles' closet.

“Are you tired or hungry?” Peter asked him as he held up a pair of pants in the air to see if they would fit him.

“No, I'm fine, I don't have... Oh, god! I'll have to feed on blood! I'll have to kill!”

Before he could panic, Peter was already there, kneeling in front of him.

“Hey, hey, no killing. First of all, you can feed on the blood of animals. It won't be as satisfying and it won't help you get stronger, but it's possible. Besides, if you wanted to feed on human blood it wouldn't be a problem either. Nowadays it's not hard to have access to a blood bank.”

Stiles snorted a laugh and shook his head.

“Of course.” He couldn't help but smile. After all, Peter was a man of resources like few others. “Sorry about the shower.”

“It's okay, you have to learn to control your new abilities. Put this on,” he said, handing him the clothes. “I know you'll want to star researching right away, but I have to tell you that you should get some rest. Your body has yet to adjust to your new abilities.”

“I can rest with the computer on the bed,” he replied with a shrug.

Peter smiled and brought his new laptop.

“Think about whether you want to stay here or go back to Beacon Hills. Whatever you decide, I'll stay with you, but I think at first it'd be easier in our territory.”

“I'll have to drop out of college,” he realized suddenly. One more thing to add to the long list of misfortunes. “I was so close to finishing the master's degree.”

“You can always follow the classes online.”

Stiles shook his head and took the laptop out of the box. He needed to focus on something, he had to stop thinking about all the things that fell apart in his life.

“The problem is not the classes. In a couple of months, I'd have to start with the internship, and where am I going to do an internship at night? Anyway, what for? What night shift jobs I need my degree for? I'll end up at a gas station or a 24-hour store. I don't need a university degree for that, much less a master's degree.”

He had tried so hard, working to pay for his classes and studying every spare minute to be one of the best in the class. No parties, no friends, no social life, no coming home except in the summer. All that for nothing. Again.

Peter sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders, letting Stiles lean against him.

“We'll find something. You could be a night class teacher. And if there isn't a school for that, I'll open one.”

Stiles snorted and buried his face in his neck. He knew that Peter wanted to tell him that he didn't have to work, that he had money to spare to support him, and Stiles was grateful that he didn't. Peter knew perfectly well how important it was for him to be self-sufficient.

“Thank you. For everything, Peter, thank you.”

“I'm here for whatever you need, sweetheart.” Peter tightened his arm around him and kissed his head.

He didn't remember Peter being so tactile, or so affectionate, or so close the last time they'd met, but it was probably the only thing keeping him from falling apart right now.

While Stiles was searching the internet and the bestiaries he had uploaded to the cloud for information on vampires, Peter went to collect some things from his apartment. Even if he did not return to Beacon Hills, he would no longer be able to live with his current roommates. Even if they didn't find it strange that he only left his room at night (something that was not entirely unusual among students), they would find the sudden change in his appearance strange.

He texted his father to call him as soon as he could and considered informing the others, but he wasn't ready for that yet. If it had only been the part of turning into a vampire, it would have been easier.

“You should find less naive roommates,” Peter commented when he returned with ALL of his things.

“Then I couldn't have done some of the things I've had to do,” he replied.

He opened the first bag looking for his hard drive. He made regular copies of his computer there just in case.

“When you put it that way.”

Peter took the hard drive out of the inside pocket of his jacket and offered it to him with a smile. Stiles rolled his eyes and returned with the hard drive to the bed. He hadn't moved from there even though there was a perfectly comfortable sofa in the living room.

“Did you tell Derek?” Stiles asked, trying to sound casual.

“No, I won't unless you ask me to. It's your decision to whom and when to tell.”

Stiles nodded tightly and remained focused on the computer. If it had been Scott, half Los Angeles and all of Beacon Hills would already know.

“Did you find anything useful?” Peter asked, sitting down next to him.

“I thought there was a lot of fake shit on the internet about werewolves, but vampires take the cake.” I was researching on the topic of sunlight, you know, to know if I'll turn to ash or glow like a gloworm. But there are so many possibilities, so many variations that not even something so basic is clear.”

Thanks to his studies, he had a better training to know how to distinguish between reliable sources and junk sources, but it didn't help in something like that. One might think that hunters with their vast knowledge could be a reliable source, but experience told him to doubt every word that appeared in their bestiaries and forums.

“I can assure you that you won't glow like a gloworm and, please, don't read that garbage full of toxic relationships again, it leaves us all in a very bad place.”

“I haven't read it! I've only seen memes on the internet,” he replied. Peter looked at him with an arched eyebrow, and Stiles lowered his head. “Okay, maybe I read the first one out of curiosity. Anyway, do you know anything about that? The sunlight thing, I mean.”

“I can't say for sure, but as far as I know, right now your skin would burn and then your muscles down to the bone. Over time, when you get stronger, you'll be more resistant. You may not be able to expose yourself to the midday light, but you may hold out longer during dawn and dusk.”

“Mm... That matches Anne Rice's type of vampires,” he mused, opening the folder named in precisely that way.

“I have good books at home on vampires, and I can get more, don't worry. I can also speak with some contacts. Vampires are quite closed about their nature, which is understandable, but if I explain your situation to them, some of them may decide to help us.”

Stiles squeezed his knee with one hand and smiled at him. It was a miracle that he could still smile.

TBC...

(The Trans Bingo Card btw)

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Our History (NRT Bonus Scene)

Prompt: Idk if I have to submit my requests here buttt... what about a stiles x reader during the events of NRT. where stiles is thinking about y/n and all the things they did together before they broke up? Like flashbacks with a lot of fluff 🥺 Sent in by @onceuponafanfiction​

A/N: I’ve honestly missed writing these bonus scenes so much and could not resist writing this!

Please note, you don’t necessarily have to have read NRT to understand this, but! It is recommended! This particular bonus scene takes place during part thirty-five.

“I believe you.”

It’s the only words Stiles has wanted to hear. It’s the only words he’s needed to hear. Especially from you. From you more than anyone else.

And yet, as he stares back at you, takes in what you’ve said, the words echoing in his mind like a mantra he realizes -- it’s too late. It doesn’t feel right hearing them now. He’d wanted to hear them last night. Needed to. Having Scott, his best friend years, walk away from him like that, tell him to basically not bother with the pack anymore because he couldn’t be trusted... Stiles had hoped that if anyone would believe him, would see reason, it’d be you.

It’d always be you.

And yet...

Do you believe me?

I don’t know.

“I believe you, Stiles.”

-

At first, Stiles’ had only come for Lydia.

Even if the girl had all but ignored all of his advances, would even properly say no when he asked, Stiles still wanted to go to the dance. It felt wrong, as silly as he felt, not to show up to the end of the year dance his junior high was holding. Even if he had no date.

Scott didn’t have a date either. Which made him feel a little less like an idiot.

Stiles, truthfully, hadn’t even really been thinking about you. You hadn’t really crossed his mind. He remembers, somewhat, Scott saying something that you hadn’t been asked either and that you’d tagged along with Lydia and her date. The thought occurs to him, when, upon entering the gymnasium, his eyes seem to instantly just fall to you.

You’re dancing with Lydia, her date who-knows-where, and you just look... so happy. Stiles’ swears he’s never seen a smile so bright on your face in all the years he’s known you through Scott. You just look absolute care free, dancing with your best friend like that. It doesn’t matter to you that there’s a crowd around you, you’re just dancing and laughing and you just seem so blissfully unaware.

Truthfully, that’s what catches his attention first. But then, as he slows to a stop and takes you in -- only you, despite Lydia being directly in front of you -- his stomach flutters with butterflies at how beautiful you look. Your hair is curled, brought back into a loose low bow with wisps of hair framing your face; that flow gracefully every time you shake your head. You’re wearing a dress and Stiles doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in something other then jeans (and maybe sweats if he was hanging with Scott at his place). 

You just look... beautiful. So beautiful that Stiles can’t tear his eyes off of you.

And puzzles him. Because up until that point, you’ve never been anything more than Scott’s sister. He knew you, pretty well considering all things, and the two of you got along. He could talk to you easily without Scott being around and it was never awkward. You’re just his best friends sister and honestly, Stiles’ has never really cared about any other girl in that way other then Lydia.

But right now... right now, everything’s different.

It’s like you become something so much more to him. You’re just Scott’s sister, you’re this... this attractive girl that is making Stiles’ feel all nervous and his knees wobble in a way your best friend had only been able to do before.

From that day on, Stiles thinks of you in an entirely different light. At first, it’s awkward. The day after the dance, he doesn’t know how to talk to you and he can tell you and Scott notice. He sputters around you, stammering like a idiot more than half of the time, and his cheeks always get red when the two of you are alone.

It takes things a bit to get back to normal, but Stiles’ forces them to. After all, he can’t have Scott knowing he’s somehow, in the blink of an eye, developed a huge crush on his twin sister.

Scott... Scott would kill him.

So, instead, Stiles’ learns to hide it. And it’s not that hard considering half of the time he’s staring at you, he can pass it off as staring at Lydia because she’s always next to you.

But, every time, his eyes are on you. Always you.

-

“Thanks for picking me up.”

Stiles’ sends you a smile and a nod, patiently waiting for you to shut the door behind you as you settle yourself into the passengers seat. He doesn’t wait to start up the car, able to tell by the frown on your face that you don’t really want to talk about it; at least not immediately.

He gives it about five minutes before he speaks up, but the second his lips part, you interrupt him. “I really don’t want to talk about it, Stiles.”

“Okay,” Stiles’ says slowly, nodding to himself as he chances a small glance your way, before returning his attention to the road. “Are you... Are you okay?”

You turn your head then, hiding your face from Stiles as you glance out the window. But, Stiles, not as stupid as he sometimes acts, picks up on the way your hand raises and you wipe at your left cheek, just momentarily, before letting your hand fall limply back in your lap. “I’m okay,” you say after a minute, turning to Stiles with a nod and a force smile.

Biting his lip, Stiles swallows thickly. He isn’t sure what to say. He still doesn’t really know why, out of everyone, you’d called him to pick you up. After all, Scott could’ve walked you home or you could’ve called your mom. Lydia also could’ve picked you up, Stiles notes briefly. But he can tell you’re upset. He’d be stupid not to notice. And your eyes are watery and red, he can tell you’d been crying before he’d even got you.

Without thinking, the question slips past his lips; “why’d you call me?”

You blink at the question, turning to Stiles with furrowed brows as he shakes his head. 

“I mean, I don’t mind,” he assures, “it’s just...” He doesn’t finish, figuring it was pretty obvious.

“Lydia would’ve asked a million questions about what went wrong, given that she was the one who convinced me to go on the date in the first place.” Oh, it was a date. Glancing at your clothes, the short skirt and blouse you’re wearing, Stiles’ wonders why he hadn’t noticed before. “Mom would’ve probably done the same. And Scott... Scott would just be Scott and be all protective. I just want to go home. I’m sorry if I bothered you or interrupted some--”

“No, no,” Stiles’ cuts in quickly, not really thinking, shaking his head at you. “I just... I was just curious.”

You nod, moving your gaze back to the window.

Silence echoes once more. Stiles’ wants to say something, but doesn’t. Truth is, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how to comfort you either. He can try to be like a brother and be supportive, but he’s not. And he certainly doesn’t think of you as a sister to him. And he can try to be a friend, which is he is, but Stiles’ can’t really pretend that’s all he wants to be without letting something slip.

“Guys are jerks.”

Your comment surprises him, but still, Stiles lets out a amused hum of; “yes, yes we are.”

“You’re not though.”

His eyes flicker to you, lips parting slightly in surprise as you turn to face him. You’re not frowning, not anymore, but you’re not smiling either. Instead, you just simply blink up at him, shaking your head. “You’re not a jerk.”

And Stiles’ isn’t sure why your words make him so... so happy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” a smile eventually curls onto your lips, albeit soft, yet Stiles thinks it’s the most breathtaking smile he’s ever seen. “No jerk would pick up their best friends sister after a shitty date.”

Stiles’ chuckles; “it’s really no problem.”

“No, seriously, Stiles, thank you.” You move, setting your hand on Stiles’ that rests limply in the middle. His eyes instantly flicker to them, ignoring the shiver that runs down his spine in reaction to your touch, fighting the blush that threatens to grow, turning to your brighter smile now on him. “I really appreciate it.”

“O-Of course,” he forces out, “any time.”

-

Stiles’ had always liked having you in the stands.

Even if he knows he rarely plays, and that when he does, he’s not very good. Even if he knows you haven’t come for him, at least, not solely. Stiles’ likes having you there. It’s comforting and encouraging and when does play, the rare chance, he likes to look out into the crowd and see you there, smiling down at him, giving him a thumbs up of encouragement, all bright and doe-eyed.

Maybe that’s what it stings more than it should when you tell him, for the first time in a long time, you won’t be coming to the game that night. Maybe it’d hurt less if it was just a practice and not a game (though, he knows that isn’t true). 

He’s upset because he likes having you there. Likes having your known presence in the crowd. That’s all it is. The fact that it’ll feel odd not having you there, not seeing your warm, reassuring, cheering face in the crowd, even if it’s whilst he’s sat on the bench.

But that doesn’t explain the burn of jealousy in him at the news. Jealousy that doesn’t even make sense because you hadn’t even really given an excuse on why and Stiles really had no idea why you couldn’t make it. There was no absolute guarantee that the reason you couldn’t was because of Isaac, who, and Stiles didn’t like to think about it, because that definitely made him jealous, was your boyfriend.

You could just, realistically, have a lot of homework that night. Or... well, really, that was it. Because Melissa was at the game, so that couldn’t be why. And Lydia was there too, along with Allison. So that really narrowed down a lot of options.

And of course, Isaac wasn’t given that he was a fugitive so...

Stiles’ is practically grumpy about it all day. Scott picks up on it but any time he tries to ask Stiles’ what’s wrong, he just brushes it aside. And even if Stiles doesn’t actually end up even being at the game himself, trapped in a pool by the kanima with no other than Derek, Stiles’ isn’t any less hurt, jealous and even mad (though he knows he has no right to be) when you end up arriving with Isaac.

And confirming what he’d feared to be true.

-

Stiles is, possibly, the one that understands what your father being back means for you.

Of course, he can’t understand in the way that he knows what you’re feeling. Stiles had a close bond with his father and he’d never been physically abused before in his life, let alone by his own parent. But, he’s the only other one that knows besides your mother. Scott doesn’t even know, not that it’d have mattered given that Scott isn’t even here.

But, to his credit, Stiles doesn’t even have to ask to know that upon your father being back, you’re... afraid. It’s a simple word but he knows nothing about how you feel is simple. Afraid is a stupid way of saying that seeing your father makes you feel like you’re a little girl again, vulnerable to his attacks. Afraid is a way of justifying why the sight of him leaves you weak in the knees, shaking and wanting to run the other direction.

And Stiles hates seeing you that way. Hates seeing you revert back to the way you’d been when he found you crying and running madly on the street in front of your house. 

You’ve come so far. You became your own person, no longer a shell of yourself. Without your father around, you were care free. You weren’t afraid of doing something and being hit for it. While you still took your grades seriously, you weren’t afraid of bringing home a bad grade because your father will beat you for it. You laughed and smiled and you talked as loudly as you wanted because there was no one to reprimand you for being yourself.

You were a bundle of happiness. A bundle of intelligence. You had this aura that made everyone feel welcomed. You could light up any room you walked into. You were, amongst the pack, that always tried to keep a level head. Tried to help keep everyone calm. You provided a sense of reassurance everywhere you went. Stiles’ could listen to you talk for hours and never get bored.

But the second your father appeared, all of that disappeared.

This primal instinct floods Stiles without him ever realizing it. He doesn’t it unconsciously because the day he found out what your father, if he could even really be called that, did to you, Stiles made a promise to himself that he would never let him or anyone else for that matter hurt you again.

He’d never let you go through something like that again.

So, when Rafael comes back, Stiles’ knows the promise hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s only become all that more important. Stiles’ doesn’t want to see you lose who you are. 

He doesn’t want to lose you.

And he refuses to.

-

“I look like an idiot.”

“You look adorable.”

True to his word, you do. At least, Stiles’ thinks so. And the pout that comes to your lips after his words only adds to just how adorable you look.

Raising your arms, you wave them slightly, gesturing to the way the ends of the flannel you’re wearing hangs over your hands, far too large for you. The hat on your head slumps over your face, tilted and Stiles’ has never really thought of you as all that tiny before, but right now, you definitely look tiny.

“Tell me again why I let you convince me to try this on?”

“Because I wanted to see what you’d look like in my clothes,” Stiles’ laughs, standing up from his bed and crossing the distance over to you. With a never wavering grin, he takes the baseball cap off your hand and tosses it aside, letting it carelessly fall somewhere in the corner of his room. You stare up at him through your lashes, moving to brush back your hair that had fallen into your face.

“Your shirts comfy i’ll admit,” you say after a minute. “I’d forgotten you’d even worn baseball caps. Like. Every day.”

“Hush,” Stiles’ snorts, “it was a style.”

“Not a very good one.”

Simply rolling his eyes, Stiles’ sets his hands on your hips, pulling you back with him as he makes his way over to his bed. As he falls back, you simply straddle his lap, legs on either side of him as the flannel of his you’re wearing slides up your legs slightly.

Stiles’ can’t help but notice.

“Oh, now I know why you wanted me to try it on.”

Cheeks warming, Stiles exclaims; “I never said you didn’t have to wear pants whilst trying it on!”

“It looks like a dress on me,” you shrug, biting your lip as you smirk down at Stiles. “Pants would look weird.”

“Be less tempting though.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly slap Stiles’ chest, rolling off of him and moving to crawl under the sheets. “Come on, we should--” You’re interrupted by your own squeal as Stiles’ suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back and flipping you until you’re the one with your back against the bed and he’s hovering over you.

Flushed in the face, you let out a huff as Stiles’ grins down at you.

“You were saying?”

“I was saying,” you begin, pushing at his chest lightly; “we should go to bed. We’ve got school tomorrow.”

“‘M not tired.”

“Well,” you huff, pushing Stiles’ off you as you move back towards the bed, this time managing to crawl under the sheets. Once you’re settled, you turn to him with a smile. “I am.”

And Stiles’ just sits there for a moment, admiring you.

“Yup,” he laughs after a second, “definitely adorable.”

“Oh, hush!”

-

“It’s so... ugly.”

Ears perking at your words, Stiles’ glances over at you, his lips curving into a deep frown when he notices what you’re talking about.

You have your shirt raises, only a little to reveal the wound that had been from the stab wound you were still healing from. It was still lightly pink and irritated, though much better. However, it was pretty obvious that it was going to leave a scar permanently.

“No, it’s not.” Stiles says without hesitation, firmly shaking his head at you as he tosses his phone aside, shuffling closer to you from where you’re sat on your bed. You let your hands fall, thus letting your shirt slide back into place, as Stiles’ leans forward to inspect it, turning away from him with warm cheeks and a frown.

Lips parting, Stiles frowns himself; “Y/N?”

“I hate it.” You say bluntly after a minute, turning back to Stiles sharply. He lets out a small, inaudible gasp when he notices that your eyes have watered in response and you look like you’re about to cry. “I hate what it stands for,” you continues, absently touching the spot over your clothes where the scar remains. “I mean I nearly died and I don’t want have to be reminded every time I go to change or take a shower.

Not to mention, it’s ugly. It’s... and i’m stuck with it.” Then pauses, your eyes lower, avoiding Stiles’ guys. “You must think it’s hideous.”

And Stiles’ cannot believe your words. Cannot believe that’s something you’d actually think he was possible of thinking. Hideous. The word seemed wrong when speaking about you.

“You really think that?”

Biting your lip, you shrug.

Shuffling closer to you, Stiles’ moves until he’s directly in front of you. He ignores the panicked look in your eyes when his hand slides under your shirt, moving you up and resting his hand on your hip, directly beside where the wound is. Never tearing his gaze away from your own, Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s hideous,” he whispers, “that’s the last thing I could ever think. You know what I think?”

Biting your lip, you blink over at him, silently telling him to continue.

“I think that scar is a sign of your bravery.” Stiles says earnestly, the words slipping past his lips without hesitation or thought. They just feel natural. “I mean, you nearly died, Y/N. And yet you’re here. And i’m so happy you are.” Pausing a moment, Stiles’ moves his hand to your cheek, cupping it softly. “When I look at that scar, all I think is how lucky I am that you’re here, with me.”

Stiles’ watches as your lips part, disbelief flooding your gaze as your eyes water for an entirely different reason.

Letting out a shaky breath, you lean into Stiles’ touch; “yeah?”

Stiles nods; “of course.” Letting his thumb softly stroke your cheek, Stiles smiles warmly. “Always.”

-

Quietly crawling into the bed next to you, Stiles is careful not to wake you up. He knows you’ve had a long night, and even if he’s confused, beyond belief, he knows you are just as much; if not more. He knows now isn’t the time to pester you with questions on what had happened.

Right now, he just needs to be there for you.

The second he’s under the covers and moving to get comfortable, you shift. Stiles’ halts, fearing he’d woken you, but when you turn to face him, Stiles’ can just tell you’ve been awake for a long time. Maybe, you’d never actually even fallen asleep. And when Stiles thinks about it, that makes sense. Because he knows he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep that easily after experiencing something like you had.

You don’t say anything. You simply just move towards you, tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder and burying yourself into his side. Stiles’ is stunned from it for a moment, not really sure of it all, but then, he relaxes and his arm wounds around your waist, tugging you close as you let out a soft whimper. He free hand runs through your hair soothingly, letting his head rest against the top of your own.

And then, after a moment, you let out the shaky whisper of; “i’m scared, Stiles.”

“I know,” he reassurances, “I know, it’s okay.”

“Stiles, my powers--”

“It’s okay,” he cuts in gently, pulling back to meet your watery gazes as he smiles softly and warmly down at you. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay.”

You let out a quiet whimper, but otherwise nod, letting your head fall back into him, tightening your grip on him. Stiles doesn’t argue, of course he wouldn’t, knowing you need him in that moment, and instead, he returns your grip with just as much warmth and love, wanting you to know he’s there for you.

Because he is. Of course he is.

He’ll always be.

-

“Then, last night--”

“I was confused, I… I’ve been confused, Stiles. And last night I was, I… It doesn’t matter. What matters is I believe you, of course I believe you.”

And he knows it’s wrong -- of course he does! It’s you, so... why would he -- but when you reach out for him, his feet instinctively take a step back. Part of him knows it’s petty and he hates the look of hurt that crosses your face when he does. But... last night, you hadn’t believed him.

Or maybe you did. He didn’t know.

But, you hadn’t said you did -- you hadn’t been there for him.

The words slip past his lips without thought; “you don’t even know what happened.”

When your eyes water, Stiles’ feels his heart break.

“Doesn’t matter.” You say quickly, without hesitation Stiles’ notes. “Whatever it is. I trust you. I believe you.”

Then why didn’t you say that last night?

Regrettably, that’s the first thought that crosses his mind.

“I saw Malia pulling out, she… she, um, drive you here?”

“…Yeah. Yeah, she did.”

Stiles knows what you’re going to say before you say it:  “You could’ve asked me. I… I could’ve helped you.”

“Drive me to the police station or cover up a murder?”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Stiles?”

“Same reason you won’t tell me the truth either.”

Stiles knows it’s wrong. Part of him knows that even if you hadn’t been there for him, you aren’t the only one in the wrong. Truthfully, he knows he’s more in the wrong then you are. He knows, deep down, in the back of his mind, how neglectful he’s been. How... cold he’s been. He’d done it all to cover up what he’d done, because he felt he couldn’t trust you;

and maybe, that’s the reason why you’re both here in the first place.

Stiles watches as anger and frustration floods your irises, and he frowns. “You want me to tell you? Tell you the truth? The truth is, I really don’t know what’s going on with me. I have no clue. And i’m scared. More than that; i’m petrified because I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know anything… everything’s so messed up right now and I can’t help. I can’t do anything. And I want to help you, but I don’t know how.”

When you start crying, he itches to reach out for you. His hands flinch and it feels wrong not to hold you; not to comfort you. He doesn’t even know why he doesn’t.

He just... doesn’t.

He just watches. Watches you break down in front of him and does nothing. It occurs to him what the conversation really means. What it means for your guys relationship.

Don’t let it.

Don’t let it mean that.

Do something. Hug her, comfort her. Apologize.

Accept her apology.

But instead, all he says is; “I’m gonna go talk to my dad.” He mumbles, voice oddly quiet. “I just gotta go talk to my dad.”

And when he turns, he instantly regrets it. But it’s too late then.

It’s too late to change anything.

-

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[idwithoutthesuperego]

Dream Of Me

PROLOGUE

SUMMARY: m!reader (Y/n) is an incubus, who enrolls into an state university, just outside Beacon Hills, a town that has a quite lively supernatural little community, even if the supernaturals themselves aren’t all aware. There, he meets a shy blonde guy who acts like he is half of himself, and a dark haired one who is loud and can’t keep his mouth shut to save his perfect little ass.

Tags: Teen Wolf AU. m!reader x stiles x isaac. Smut. Fetishes. College. Nsfw. Past mentions of abuse. Physical abuse. Drinking. Drugs. Angst. Fluff. (if there are any more that i’m aware as the chapters progress, i’ll always add them on the top of the chapter).

PS: everything is tagged as well, this is just so you know what is gonna be on here in the future.

Notes: So, this is it, the fic no one asked for, yet, i’m gonna make, cause i’m the the niche public for it. This is my first fic in english, so i’d really appreciate if you guys read it and gave me feedback ^^

Likes and reblogs will be incredibly appreciated.   

Since it’s been forever since i’ve seen any of the series and i’m not gonna rewatch everything, this is very AU-ish. Also, we all know they were never the actual age to be in high school, so college it is. Not everyone is dead here.

Incubus and other supernatural part is heavily influenced by the series “Lost Girl”, as well as my knowledge of myths from some books i have and other favorite series. Such as Charmed (1998).

This is just an intro, i’ll finish writting the first chapter tomorrow.

So, that’s it, have fun:

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“When in hiding, always pick a crowd. Easier to blend in, easier to feed, easier to manipulate and control them to save yourself.”.

“If persued, choose somewhere with other supernaturals, worse comes to worst, push them into the fire and run on top their bodies.”.

Those were the advices you had from family. Some of the few really. So, when you found yourself looking into a new place to spend your next years, you choose Beacon Hills. The place is, after all, known for atracting a number of wolves, that means packs, and packs means supernaturals that keep each other safe. Even if you have to climb your way into their midst.

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Isaac was the first to notice the new guy on campus. I mean, everybody was new, it was the start of the semester, and he had just moved with his father into town a couple weeks ago, but he was used to keep an eye out for everything and everyone. Always watching from the corner of his eye, always sniffing anything that could come out of the blue to hit him.

What he noticed first was your smell, you smelled like everything soathing and hot at the same time. Not hot as in attractive, but as in temperature hot. But also like books, and strawberry? Oh my god, did turning into a wolf made him a pervert as well? Great, he mumbled “add that to the list: lousy son, fuck up wolf and now pervert”.

The second thing was how you could move so swiftly among the crowd, people just avoided you, not even noticing they were doing it, as if it was uncouncious. A lone guy just waltzing through, were people not seeing you? And i mean, he was a werewolf who considered himself a kind of expert in avoiding people’s touches, so that meant something.

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Stiles you saw later. After you worked the dean to get you into a not too noticeable schoolarship. You had two delicious puppy twins on your arms, who were taking you to their room, when he ran into you. He literally ran into you, pile of books and all. How very cliché of him.

Looking into your eyes, went blushing red. It was cute, even if the twins took a piss at him for it. But you were hungry, so you just accepted the “sorry” and left for a double meal. Leaving a Stiles mess looking into your eyes whose color he swore gleamed just the perfect amount when you looked at him.

It had been a long day. Bank, apartment, moving company, sheriff, dean. You had to wrap them all around your finger as not to raise suspicion of your sudden moving into a nice place and getting into uni last minute. No one could really blame you, not by your standards at least.

[mummybear]

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 1: Restless Night Alone

Summary: When Sam and Dean go on a hunt leaving you alone in the bunker, how will you keep yourself busy. Alone in the bed you share with your boyfriend (Dean), you receive a text from him and decide to give him a call.

Day 3: Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Summary: Sophia and the Winchesters are on a hunt, that involves them dressing their very best, Dean finds himself completely enthralled by Sophia. The motel room is full of mirrors, distracting the pair before and after the hunt. Sam leaves them alone in the motel to sort out their tension.

Day 5: Caught In The Act

Summary: You’re convinced that Dean is pissed at you for some reason, yet you can’t put your finger on a reason why. When Sam convinces you to go find him and speak to him, you find him in compromising position that almost turns you into a puddle before you even enter the room.

Day 7: In My Head

Summary: When Dean finds himself cursed by a witch, yet again, he has more of a problem than he originally thought. Hearing Rachel’s thoughts begins to drive him insane, will he be forced to act on it before Sam can find the cure.

Day 9: You Wanna Play Little Girl

Summary: Forced to stay at a motel after a hunt Natalie has to work there, in order to get money for her car, so that she can finally leave town. A surprise encounter leads Dean to find Natalie, they discover that they have a lot in common. Not just their profession. So when Nat offers to help Dean with a case he and Sam are on, they’re alone in his motel room do their hands wonder or can they contain themselves.

Day 11: Ride ‘Em Cowboy

Summary: Dean Winchester has been the neighbour you’d lusted after for sometime, he’s older and oh so gorgeous, but you know you can never go there. So how will things go when he asks you to a dance in town, can you bring yourself to say yes or will the nerves get the better of you.

Day 13: The Mystery Of The Panties

Summary: You and Dean are hiding your relationship from your friends, everyone except Sam. When your bachelorette and bachelor parties coincide, with the drinking and the dancing how long will you and Dean be able to keep your hands to yourself.

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Day 17: Dean Fucking Winchester

Summary: Dean has been more active than usually lately, you can hear him moaning in bed for weeks straight. It drives you insane, so much so that you make a plan to fix the problem once and for all, while putting him through as much torture as he has put you through.

Day 19: Green Eyed Monster

Summary: After you help Dean fall asleep, you and Sam head out to finish a hunt. Dean isn’t best pleased, later that night the three of you head to the bar nearest to the hotel. You and Dean end up chatting to two different people, both of you secretly jealous. Until he texts you from across the bar, telling you to meet him outside, will you agree to go out and meet him or continuing talking to the other guy?

Day 21: You And Your Big Hands

Summary: You’re having a lot of problems with your back, after a lay down seems to fix it you head out to wash your car. Only to find that it’s even worse by the time you finish, Dean offers to help you out will his remedy help you?

Day 23: Murder Of The Virgins

Summary: When The Winchester’s and you are called to go to a hunt by Bobby, you are surprised at what you find. The monster turns out to be very rare, unfortunately not rare enough that you haven’t seen one before. The death of your family had introduced you to these creatures, long ago when they had come for you, but your family had protected you. At least long enough for Bobby Singer to save you, you were no older than ten at the time. He had raised you ever since, little did you know that your sexual status was about to have such a profound effect on the case until now. You’re faced with a big decision, go home, or change the current issue.

Day 25: Mile High Club

Summary: What will happen when you Sam and Dean are forced to get on a plane, in order to finish a hunt, the reader has to find a way for Dean to calm down?

Day 27: You Like It Like That?

Summary: Dean confesses his attraction to you while on a hunt, but feels let down that you seem to just brush it off. Will you make up when you’re forced to share a bed, Sam on the sofa encouraging you to talk to Dean, what will happen? 

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Day 31: Yes Sir Part 1 (Collab, will be an on going series with @lettersofwrittencollective​) (Nat)

A/N: Hey guys, so this is an ongoing collab. If you would like to be added to the tag list and aren’t already, please send myself or Nat a message or an ask, so we know to add you. At the moment we don’t have a scheduled for when we will post, but we’ll let you know if that changes! Please let us know what you think!!

Day 2: Surprising Text

Summary: A surprising text from Stiles, makes Emily’s entire night more interesting and changes their relationship possibly forever.

Day 4: Bring That Ass Out Here

Summary: You and your boyfriend decided tonight is time to try something different, Stiles catches you off guard twice in one night sending you into orgasm over orgasm, and it isn’t always private and for his eyes only.

Day 6: Blue Birthday Bow

Summary: With Stiles’ birthday usually being full of monsters, this year his girlfriend decides she wants to give him a birthday to remember. Jessica wants to worship him and show him just how much she loves him.

Day 8: Her First Time

Summary: Stiles and Val have been best friends for years, one day their feelings finally spill out. Will Stiles show her just how much he cares, or is he two scared of loosing his best friend. He wants to show her how much he loves her, can he be her first.

Day 10: Yes Sir

Summary: Ellie and Stiles meet officially when she becomes his P.A, her first day has her bumping into him. They get along really well, Stiles finds himself feeling things for her he knows he shouldn’t, alone one night in the office will boss and P.A become something more?

Day 12: Roleplay

Summary: You and your boyfriend Stiles decide to try something different, so will the stranger in the bar turn your head. Stuart seems to think that he can.

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Day 16: Corsets And Stockings

Summary: A night out with Stiles and the pack, turns into something you had never even imagined. Safe to say that Stiles approves of your outfit, a trick from Scott and a hotel room swap, what’s the worst that could happen?

Day 18: Let Me Hear Those Noises

Summary: You and Stiles haven’t been together long, but he was always someone you trusted to tell you the truth. With Halloween coming up you really need some help choosing your costume, so naturally you ask your boyfriend for help.

Day 20: I’m Sorry What Was That?

Summary: Stiles and Brooklyn have been together for the longest time, he’s in the FBI, has his dream job and his dream girl. Does he want more though?

Day 22: I Want You To Take Advantage Of Me

Summary:  You’re sitting alone at a bar after a fight with your boyfriend, when he shows up to drag you home you meet Stiles and Scott. The two FBI partners you don’t remember meeting. You work with Scott’s mother, so at least that part isn’t strange, when you tell Stiles you can’t go home he offers you his and Scott’s place to stay for the night, how will your night go? 

Day 24: Just Can’t Get Enough

Summary: You and Stiles are in a committed relationship, one like you had always wished for. One day after a crappy day at work, he sends you a naughty video and asks you to pick him up. Stiles is clearly in his Sub mode, and that words just fine with you, will you make it home before you show him who’s in charge?

Day 26: Strawberries And Cream On Me

Summary: Stiles and you have your first anniversary coming up. You decide to surprise him when he comes home from work, with an incredible meal and a rather unique dessert.

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[officialthiamlibrary]

Secret Relationship

Still Into You by @cherrysprite

As well as Theo knows Liam, he somehow hadn't figured out that their band's hit song was about him until he was basically punched in the face with it.

[Mature / 3.9k / complete]

A Perfect Match by @xsophie2x

In this world, the first words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist. Theo, who's always been eager to find his soulmate, didn't expect this surprising turn of events. Liam, who hasn't been actively looking for his soulmate, is in for an equally big surprise and reluctant to see how it will work out. But maybe surprising, isn't such a bad thing.

[NR / 35k / complete]

Acceptance Is What We Seek by @manonisamelon

Liam's parents divorced when he was a kid, his dad moved to New York and Liam usually go spend some time with him there every summer holidays. This year Theo is coming with him, giving the two boyfriends the opportunity for a much deserved holiday. It is also the year where Liam will finally come out to his dad. There is only one problem. Liam isn't so sure his dad will take the news kindly.

[Mature / 12.1k / complete]

Anachrony by @glittercake

[anachrony- a discrepancy between the order of events in a story and the order in which they are presented in the plot]

 

Ever wonder why, after a group of hunters shot Theo’s truck up, there were no bullet holes or broken glass in later scenes? Or how a homeless boy could afford to fix it? The answer is that it happened afterwards, not during. And here’s how.

[Gen / 7.4k / complete]

The Components Of Sunshine by @glittercake

The story about Theo's struggle with the darkness within, the battle between the blood hungry coyote and the sympathetic wolf. His want for love and light weighed against his need for power. This is Theo's quest for sunshine in a world that has always been dark for him.

[Explicit / 21.9k / wip]

You Still Care by @DarkAngelGirl13

When Theo gets hurt by Mr. Douglas while he tries not to destroy the barrier he realizes that Liam still cares about him.

[Explicit / 11.9k / complete]

The Reckless And The Brave by @purplehoodiesandleatherjackets

When Agent Liam Dunbar, the CIA’s golden boy, goes dark on a mission, it’s up to Theo Raeken, an agent who has been benched for reckless behavior, to rescue not only the agency’s best player, but the man that he loves. With only tech whiz Mason Hewitt by his side, Theo goes into the Argentinian jungle, unsure of what dangers await him in a risky, uncertain, and perhaps most challenging of all, unsanctioned rescue mission.

[TeenUp / 7.3k /complete]

I'm tired of being your secret by @louis_wife505

Liam and Theo hide their relationship from the pack.

Theo is done with hiding.

Liam can't win.

[NR / 979 / complete]

In The Pit by @extrasteps

An illegal “dog” fighting ring that pits supernaturals against each other for money and both Liam and Theo are “dogs” that have different owners and have to fight each other but then behind the scenes wherever they keep them there is secret, soft romance that leads to rebellion and liberation.

[Mature / 6.7k / complete]

One Big Fat Secret by @flyrobin

Basically what the title says.

[NR / 1.9k / complete]

It started in Paris by @flyrobin

Theo and Liam have been in a secret relationship for a while and now people are starting to find out.

Set a few years after the Finale.

Inspired by some things that happened on the show Friends.

[NR / 3.4k / complete]

The One Where Everyone Finds Out by @dunraeken

Liam and Theo have been dating for a couple of months, but the pack doesn't know. This is how they found out.

[Gen / 3.8k /complete]

Liam's Boyfriend by @flyrobin

Liam told the pack he would bring his boyfriend to the next pack meeting. Too bad Stiles is a difficult person.

[NR / 2.1k / complete]

Don't let them see you cry by @tabbytabbytabby

The pack comes back to town for the summer and Theo is having a hard time being around them because he knows a lot of them still don't trust him. Liam finally calls them on it.

[TeenUp / 1.5k / complete]

Trials Of Love by @volsungar-the-mighty

Liam and Theo have been in a secret relationship for the past few years. Liam wants to tell everyone. Theo doesnt.

They get into quite the argument over it.

[TeenUp / 4k / complete]

Saturday Nights by @flyrobin

There was a time when Liam could remember things being better. He was happier. Every Saturday, his dad would take the day off work just to help him practice LaCrosse. And Every Saturday night his mom would make dinner for the three of them. They’d stay up late playing games with each other and go to bed all happy because of all the fun they’d had.

But things changed.

[Gen / 1.4k / complete]

Liam's Trick Gone Wrong by @endraking

Liam has a plan to get away from the parties and get back Theo for always sneaking up on him. It doesn't go the way he expects.

[TeenUp / 1.5k / complete]

Blizzard by @flyrobin

Trapped in Peter's cabin in Washington due to a massive Blizzard sweeping the mountains, the pack makes the best of there time away from Beacon Hills. They play games and try new foods. Even Theo and Liam get a little time all to themselves. But, of course, there always has to be some kind of drama with the pack, doesn't there?

[TeenUp / 2.9k / complete]

Dirty Little Secret by @flyrobin

Liam had to come out and tell everyone his dirty little secret.

[TeenUp / 1.3k / complete]

It's a secret by @bookwyrm07

“Who are these guys or girls you're hooking up with anyway? I never even see you dance with anyone,” Mason asked, and wrapped his arms around around Corey's waist.

“Oh!” Corey bounced a little, “I bet he's been hooking up with the same person. Like every time he slips out, and whenever we have a date he says he has plans. I bet he's got a fuck buddy.”

[Mature / 2k / complete]

Smoking Hot by @li0nh34rt

Liam and Theo keep their relationship a secret until an unexpected event leads to even more unexpected events.

(Very ominous.)

[Gen / 1.6k / complete]

I'll Hate The Goodbye by @purplehoodiesandleatherjackets

In a world where you can get a device implanted on your wrist that will count down to the exact second you will meet your soulmate, a lot of the guessing is taken out of the love game. For Liam Dunbar, a devout believer in the Timers, however, it’s more complicated. He got his Timer when he was 14 years old, but 10 years later, it’s still blank, and he’s starting to feel desperate. When he meets a ruggedly handsome bartender who thinks the Timer’s are nothing more than a self-fulfilling prophecy, and refuses to ever get one, Liam finds his world, and his search for his soulmate, turned upside down.

[TeenUp / 5.9k / complete]

(Not so) Blind Date by @volsungar-the-mighty

Theo agrees to go on a blind date that Corey set up for him, despite his on going (and so far, secret) relationship with his room mate Liam. Things go... better than he thought.

[Mature / 8k / complete]

Five Times They Were Almost Caught And One Time They Were by @voidsterek

Everyone realizes that Liam is acting weird. He hasn't been paying much attention, he's been slacking off in school, and he skips out on practice.

They all notice small things but decide not to comment on them.

[Gen / 2.1k / complete]

Unholy by @lovelylittlegrim

Liam can't keep himself from wanting Theo even though he really, really shouldn’t. Theo doesn’t seem to mind though, he loves secretly pulling Liam into rooms to make him beg for it. Especially, when there’s the chance of being caught.

[Explicit / 39.9k / wip]

Rivals by @mskristinamay

Like, they don’t even play the same sports, but both teams don’t take the other really serious and they constantly prank each other and make fun of each other. Theo, captain of the Football team, and Liam, captain of the Lacrosse team, and they both claim they can’t stand each other and it would be all so easy if it weren’t for the fact that both find their counterpart more than just attractive and maybe one of their screaming matches on the field ends with them furiously making out under the shower after everybody else is gone.

[NR / 89.9k / complete]

[p4lparker]

Finding Myself

It had been weeks since Stiles and I had last seen each other alone. I guess we both took to heart what his dad said about cooling off for a little while. I'd texted. I'd called. Hell I'd even made them an edible arrangement. Still nothing.

Stiles avoided me at all costs and if I saw the sheriff, he avoided all eye contact with me. Both stung just as much as the other. I was sick of staring at my phone and hoping for a notification from the youngest Stilinski. I was sick of waiting around for him to pick me back up again, like I was some misfit toy. So the rave Lydia had mentioned earlier was becoming more and more tempting as the minutes ticked by.

Luckily this time; there was no Kanima, or ninja demons, just a bunch of kids fist pumping and wearing masks to look forward to. Obviously, the rave had a theme; masquerade. It was supposed to make the evening more mysterious, or at least that's what Lydia said. And as usual, I just agreed- it was less painful that way. I blew my cheeks out and held my breath, before finally texting the strawberry blonde a simple "I'm in." Before deciding to get ready for the event.

Showering and shaving, before drying off and piling all of my damp hair to the top of my head. I pondered what to wear. My hair was taken care of: out of the way was always the best option on nights like tonight. I searched through the closet, and as I did- I received a message from Lydia.

"Wear the dress." It was a simple command. That sent butterflies hammering against the inside of my stomach and chest. 'The dress' was a slinky black number the queen bee herself had picked up for me. It was short and backless- meaning I would have to forgo wearing a bra, but for one night, I'm sure it wouldn't matter too much. And Lydia had said it was perfect for me. I obviously had no choice but to accept the ostentatious and revealing dress and hide it in the back of my closet. I had refused to wear it several times, deeming it to 'special'. But tonight I was deciding to throw caution to the wind. To let myself loose. And to follow my fashionably infallible friends advice. Applying a light layer of makeup, mainly focusing on my eyes and lips; the two places people would see the most of. A brush of a smoky eye, and a smearing dark lipstick and I was set to go. Pulling on a pair of not as scruffy converse, I pushed my phone, keys and purse into a small bag and set off from my room. Rushing through the apartment to avoid anyone seeing me dressed like this, I waited at the curb for Lydia to pull up in her car; she was the designated driver for tonight, meaning the rest of the girls could drink. Which I was thankful for, as I felt like I needed it. The radio was blasting a bunch of songs to get us in the mood; Kira had made a CD specially for the occasion. And it was working, the fast paced music was getting us all in the mood and excited for the rest of the night. Lydia drove us through the less busy streets of Beacon Hills, and slowly navigating her way through the warehouse district; because obviously the party had to be held in an abandoned warehouse. Soon Lydia pulled over and gestured for us all to get out. Once we were all stationed beside her car, she paced in front of us and handed us all a masquerade mask; all varying, Alison had a black feathered one that covered one side of her face, Lydia herself had a golden mask that covered the majority of her face, Kira had an ornate looking red mask that covered her eyes and most of her cheeks, and mine was a black mask made entirely from lace. They all seemed a little too fussy to me, but that was what Lydia deemed acceptable so we all just went with it. Attaching the mask before we all walked in sync to the entrance; the only thing you needed to get in was a business card with a masquerade mask on it.

Once we entered the warehouse, it was covered with people. Writhing bodies pressed tightly against each other, and the majority weren’t even dancing- they were trying to make their way through the crowds. The music was fast paced and pounding so loudly I could feel the echo within my chest, it rumbled through the ground and seemed to make the people within the warehouse vibrate with its ambience. Lydia looked at us all in turn.

“Time to divide and conquer ladies..” Was all she shouted before turning and grabbing hold of the nearest guy and dragging him further into the crowd. Alison and Kira were the next to disappear, heading off in the general direction Lydia ventured- I on the other hand just stood and basked in the atmosphere. The lights were flashing, lasers making pretty patterns in the air and on the barely visible floor. There was smoke pouring from above, as well as sparks which created a dangerous vibe. And the strobe lights made everything seem like it was going in slow motion- making my eyes feel jerky. I breathed in a deep breath of air before wandering towards the bar. Once I got there I had a better vantage point to observe anything and everything. The warehouse was almost chaotic, its walls holding at least a thousand bodies. If not more. The only problem was, I recognised only three of those bodies to begin with. I was surrounded by strangers, and it was beginning to make me feel very isolated and lonely.

 "Hey there.." Was shouted in my ear, allowing me to hear the words over the booming music. Turning my head in the direction of the voice, I saw a girl about my age. Though I couldn't really tell through the silver mask that covered her face. Her identity was a secret, much like everybody's at this rave was.

"Hey.." I yelled back.

"You looked a little lonely? Over here all by yourself, so I thought you could use the company, maybe even a dance partner!" She exclaimed, moving her head to rest near my ear. I could feel her breathe, like a cool breeze as it fanned against the skin of my neck- in the too hot warehouse, all of the bodies were causing the temperature to rise uncomfortably. The sudden change of hot to cold caused Goosebumps to rise, and gave me a fluttering in my belly. Ignoring the feeling I tried to think of a reply, that wouldn't make me sound stupid. Or more stupid than I looked just standing there not doing anything, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing properly. This mysterious girl was causing my brain to freeze.

"I'm not lonely.. I was just being alone. And watching. I was watching the crowd.. It's kind of mesmerising..." I yelled back, moving my head closer to her ear, almost copying her movements. Before I mentally face palmed. 'Mesmerising, watching'? I sounded like a freak. I watched her profile, though I could only see her eyes and lips I knew she was gorgeous. And the way she held herself, she was confident too, which only made her more attractive. Her eyes were a bright blue, one that almost matched the colour of a the sky on a cloudless summer day- her lips were full and pouty, smothered in a red gloss; making them resemble a juicy red apple. As the thought flittered across my mind, the girl beside me took a bite of her bottom lip. Almost as if she knew what I was thinking, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her delectable looking mouth. Before I knew what I was doing I felt my own bottom lip being drawn into my own mouth. I could feel myself being drawn to the girl; and I momentarily wondered why I wasn’t jealous of the obvious sex appeal she oozed. I watched her, closely- almost too closely and vaguely wondered if she felt uncomfortable with the scrutiny she was under.

“Well maybe a drink now and then a dance later?” The girl murmured into my ear, her head now resting on my shoulder- her pouty lips dangerously close to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. With no words to be found lingering in my mouth or my mouth or brain- I just nodded dumbly. She raised an elegant hand and made a gesture the bar tender seemed to understand. Once our order was place, she turned to look at me. I could feel her eyes trail all over my face, before settling on my lips and lingering there for short while- before shooting back up to my eyes and letting a smile paint her own lips. Our drinks were placed in front of us, we both raised them and toasted, before drinking them. Soon she had ordered us both a few more; how many, I couldn’t remember. But during the time it took for us to drink them; she had let her arm slip over my shoulders, she’d gripped my waist and let her hand trail down my arm to link her hand with my own as we finished off our latest drink. Every time her skin made contact with my own it was like getting a static shock- a tingling sensation over took my skin when it met hers. Soon enough she was pulling on my hand and leading me out onto the dance floor.

It was filled with other people, we were all crammed together tightly- forcing us all to mingle together. The beat was pounding almost as loud as my heart against my rib cage. And the girl who pulled me to the tightly packed space, raised our joined hands above our heads- before swaying her hips and beginning to dance. I stood awkwardly with one arm raised above my head as the girl who was sending shivers down my body wiggled her hips to the music. The girl who was still swaying her hips, dragged me closer to her. She let her hands trail down to my hips, and began to move them in time with her own- once she thought I had the hang of the movement she moved her hands, and let me sway my hips myself. She pulled me even closer to her, her fingers grazing over the exposed skin on my back, dragging up and down my spine. I let my own hands wander as I let go of my inhibitions, they finally found a home in her hair- knotting themselves in the tresses. All the while we were moving, our eyes were locked; her gaze driving into my own, a grin on her lips, I realised my own face must have been doing something similar. I let the music guide me, and she did to.

“What’s your name?” I called into her ear, her own face began nuzzling into my neck. I felt her lips graze the skin in barely there kiss. Which sent my body onto high alert; it was like every touch she gave me was multiplied by a thousand.

“No names. We don’t need to know names- we’ll know bodies instead..” Was all she muttered into my ear before attacking my neck with her lips. They kissed up the column of my throat delicately, before deciding that she needed to make more of an impression. Her teeth came out to play, and bit down on the sensitive skin- sending shockwaves directly into my centre, before she suckled the skin, being sure to leave a noticeable mark. I bit my lip to hold in the moan that was desperate to escape; not that it would be heard by those surrounding us, but it would be heard by the girl who’d allowed her lips to make a home on my neck. I felt her lips trail lower, dragging down on the skin as they travelled lower to my chest. I felt her hands do a similar action as her face nuzzled itself into my chest, her hands tickling gently at the sides of my thighs. She shimmied her way back up so her face was directly in front of mine. Her eyes locked with mine before glancing at my lips quickly. I wasn’t sure if she was asking for permission, but I granted it anyway- nodding jerkily. As her lips made contact with my own, I felt butterflies swarm around my belly. Kissing her, was nothing like kissing Stiles. Her lips were soft and tentative- they tasted of watermelon and the shots we’d been drinking. Her hand, gently brushed against my cheek, and eventually when I needed to take a breath- she pulled away slowly. My lips still pouted, and I knew I wanted to feel hers pressed against them again. I tangled my fingers in her hair and coaxed her mouth towards my own, our lips pressed together gently before I added more pressure. Her lips moved against my own, slicking over them and making me wish I could feel them constantly press against my own. I was beginning to feel adventurous, as her fingers dragged up and down my spine, I let my tongue slip out and gently lick across her full bottom lip.

She quickly allowed me access to the secrets her lips held, but not before she gave my tongue a playful nip. It slipped into her mouth and began a sensual dance with her own; not too unlike the way our hips were moving together. I could feel warmth bubble within my centre, and it astounded me. She’d only kissed me once, and I was dying to have more of her. Taste her skin, and feel other parts of her body pressed tightly against my own. I could only imagine how her fingers would feel stroking up  other parts of my body- I longed to let my fingers stroke over her own body to find out if the skin hidden beneath the shorts and T-shirt she was wearing, was as soft and as smooth as it seemed. Our lips remained firmly pressed against each other, our tongues still tangling together as she gently tugged on my hand and led me out of the crowd; I was impressed as she was managing to do all of this whilst walking backwards in a very populated area, I couldn’t even walk the way I was facing. I didn’t know what she had planned until I felt myself being turned around and my back was pressed against the wall. The coolness of the brick, felt soothing against my too hot skin. The girl finally let her lips leave my own, hers leaving a blazing trail down my neck. She set to work, creating her own masterpieces on my skin, it was like I was a blank canvas for her to decorate as she saw fit. I stood, leaning against the wall- trying to regain some semblance of reality. I needed the wall to support me, as I’m pretty sure my legs were beginning to feel like jelly. She raised both of my hands above our heads and held them against the wall with one of hers.

With her free hand, her fingers walked delicately down my arms, tickling the skin lightly as they went. They continued down the side of my body- moving to settle on my hip before gliding back up to my breast. Gently cupping it, I let a moan slip from my lips- she took that as an invitation to squeeze me, and let her lips flow back to my own and claim them. I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth and tangle with my own; her hand that was holding my own, slipped down my body and rest on my thigh before she pulled it up to rest around her hip, the hand on my breast squeezing more firmly. I let my own hands wander her body, gently feeling the soft skin. I let my hands settle on her hips, letting my thumbs slip under the thin material of it and felt the skin beneath. The kiss was almost violent, our teeth clashed together as we needed to feel more of each other. She let her hips press into my own, beginning to rub against me. Her thigh brushing against me in just the right way, making me wishes we were somewhere more private. I pulled my lips away from hers, just as her fingers trailed from my hip to my inner thigh- I let out a gasp before burying my face in her neck, letting my lips kiss against her slightly sweaty skin. I felt the need to mark her as my own, as the thought appeared in my brain; my body moved of its own accord, teeth nibbling and biting at the delicate skin before my lips suckled it softly. The answering groan, only fuelled my desire, I sucked harder and let my teeth sink further into the supple skin. Her fingers trailed the skin of my inner thigh before brushing gently over the centre of my panties. I gasped as they made contact. Before my mind could even catch up to my body movements, I was ripping my lips from her body and dragging her to the entrance of the club.

I dragged her to the outside of the building, shoving her against the wall. I let my lips find hers and began to kiss her again. Her lips were smooth and inviting against my own. She was pliable and allowed me to have my way with her. Letting my hands grope over her skin almost greedily, I let my hands grasp handfuls of her butt. Squeezing the cheeks in my hands and pulling her body flush against my own. We continued to kiss of some time, in all honesty I wasn’t sure how long had passed. All I knew was I wanted more time with her. I pulled away from her lips almost reluctantly- and her disappointed moan let me know she felt the same.

“We need somewhere more private than against a warehouse wall..” I muttered against her lips before pulling back fully. I gripped her hand in my own and led her to the street, I waited patiently for cab to pull over and notice us- as  I was focused on finding a ride, the girl behind me let her lips smother my neck and shoulder in kisses. I let content sighs slip from my lips and watched excitedly as a cab pulled up in front of us. I opened the door quickly and pushed her in first before settling in next to her, my hand gripping gently on her thigh as she snuggled next to me.

“Where to?” The driver called over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the way the girl was rubbing her hand over my breast. I felt my brain stutter before I blurted out an address that wasn’t my own. The girl had no idea where we were going, but the driver seemed to know the route well enough- so I allowed myself to become distracted by the beauty who was occupied trying to slide her hands up my legs and into my panties. Biting my lip to gold in my moans as her fingers pressed against the material and rubbed it against my most sensitive skin. Before I knew what was happening, the cab was pulling to a slow and then a stop outside the Stilinski residence. I threw the money through the window and into the drivers hand before pushing out the car and dragging the gorgeous girl behind me. I pulled her up to the door and knocked to let Stiles know we were there. The booze was still sloshing around in my bloodstream and made me think the Stilinski residence would be the perfect place for me to ‘know this girl’s body’. I didn’t think of the consequences of seeing him after so long, I was only thinking of how quickly I could feel her against me. The door opened to a groggy looking Stiles; his eyes were blurry and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. I giggled at his appearance, and his eyes widened as he clocked the girl who was biting at my shoulder.

“Y/N… W-w-What’re you uhh what’re you d-doing here?” Stiles stuttered, he was still watching as I turned my head to kiss the girl behind me.

“You weren’t at the rave. Why weren’t you at the rave?” I murmured as I pulled my lips away from hers.

“Uhh no. No, I wasn’t.. This is happening right now…” Stiles muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. I giggled again as he pulled us both through the door and waved at the neighbours who were peeking from their curtains- I peered over Stiles’ shoulder and waved too, laughing loudly as I did. The girl was still letting her hands explore my body from behind; she gripped my butt tightly and began to wriggle my dress up my hips to expose the dark panties I had on underneath. I gasped and tried to shake her hands off. I could see Stiles watching, his chocolate eyes were wide and his mouth was dropped open. I grinned at him, gently tugging on his hand and pulling him towards me. I let my lips kiss gently on his neck. Looking up I watched as his eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly wider, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. I focused my attention fully on him, I lifted my hand and gently grasped his chin in between my fingers and thumb- coaxing his head in line with my own, and I let my lips meet his in a gentle kiss. As our lips touched, my body felt like it was on fire- in a way only he could manage without even touching me. The girl let out a whine behind me, as Stiles’ tongue slipped into my mouth. Suddenly, Stiles was pushing me backwards and away from him- he kept his hands wrapped around my elbows as if to hold me at bay. He breathed deeply.

“Y/N, what are you even doing here?” Stiles whispered out, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it. I looked at him, partially confused- until I remembered he’d been ignoring me for a couple of weeks. I stepped back.

“I missed you. And you’ve been avoiding me for weeks. I can’t stand it.. I needed to see you.. Stiles, please..” I whispered, the girl came up behind me and attached her lips to my neck and shoulder again. I could feel the skin bruising under the pressure of her lips, and it caused a loud moan to make itself known. Stiles stood, his eyes were glued to the way she was kissing me. I locked my gaze with his own, watching his reactions. I felt the girl smooth her hands up my arms, I looked over my shoulder at her to see her also watching the boy before us. Looking back to Stiles as she slowly pulled the sleeves of my dress from my shoulders. The material slipped from my shoulders and exposed my chest to Stiles- who pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. The fabric fell to my hips and stuck there, until her small hands pulled it down gently. She kissed down my back as she followed the path of the material- sending shivers up my body.

“She’s missed you Stiles.. just look at the way her body misses you..” She murmured over my shoulder as she pulled my panties down my legs too. She stroked her hands up the inside of my legs before they caressed my inner thighs- getting closer and closer to the place I was desperate to be touched. I watched as Stiles clenched his fists by his side, before he pulled them up and crossed them over his chest. The girl let her fingers venture inside my folds; a loud groan echoed around the room.

“Are you going to let her apologise or not?” She called, as she pulled me backwards to the couch, she stood in front of me and gave me a gentle kiss before pushing me down on to it. She followed me down and let her lips caress my own in a soft kiss. Her finger tracing all over my skin before burying them inside my core once more, she rubbed gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and spread my wetness over me completely. Her fingers slipped inside me and my answering moan echoed loudly throughout the room. I couldn’t suppress the noises that escaped my mouth as she continued to explore me. She was right; we didn’t need names- she was already familiar with my body, but I had no idea about her. She continued to pump her fingers inside- grinding her palm on my clit and stimulating me further towards the bliss I was desperate to taste. I turned my head to look at Stiles, he was perched on the chair watching the scene before him- one hand covering his mouth and the other was palming at the bulge in his trousers. I moaned, the sight pushing me further towards that edge- as I watched him pleasure himself the girl buried her fingers deeper within me, curving them upwards and tickling that particular spot within that made me see stars. And all of a sudden but not quickly enough; my back was arching from the sofa, my toes were curling, and a near scream was stumbling from my lips, my legs shook and the tight feeling deep within me finally burst and showered me with pleasure.

Once I was finally calm enough, I pushed the girl off of me- we rolled and landed with a thump on the floor by the sofa. We both collapsed in giggles and our lips met in a giggly kiss- full of clashing teeth and warring tongues. I rolled myself on top of her and began to worship her body; kissing any patch of skin I could find until it wasn’t enough. My fingers finding the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up her body in a rush. My eyes wandered and then zoned in on the lacy bra that held her chest captive from my salivating lips- not bothering to undo the article, just forcing the cups down and off the delicious skin beneath. I didn’t give her time to breath before I attacked her breasts with my lips, tongue and teeth. Nipping and sucking leaving purple splotches all over marking her as my own. I pulled back gently, and stared at the picture I had painted with my mouth. My lips had a mind of their own as they kissed lower over her belly to the waist of her shorts. I frowned, not being able to any further until the offending fabric had been removed. I set to and unbuttoned  and unzipped them before trying to shuffle them down her body; more and more supple skin being revealed to my greedy eyes. She lifted her hips and aided me in my mission to get her naked. I looked at her face to see her biting her lip in anticipation. Once the shorts were finally off, I tugged her panties to the side and let my eyes devour her. I looked to the side and watched as Stiles was leaning forward in his seat; still palming the obvious erection that was yet to be set free.

“Are you going to join us.. or just sit there like you’re watching porn..” I called, giggling as his eyes widened.

“This is really happening.. oh shit. This is really, really happening..” I heard him mutter, but he didn’t move from his position unfortunately for me. The girl below me was losing her patience quickly, she gripped my chin and tugged me towards her face- she kissed me furiously. Her other hand grasped my own and let it slide down her body and to her core. She entered our fingers together; guiding my hand in a way she appreciated from the moans dripping from her lips. I pulled back from the kiss, and let my eyes follow the movements of our hands- if it was possible, I felt myself get wetter at the mere image. Soon she was removing our fingers and she gently grasped my head, before pushing it down her body. I soon had my face in front of her centre; it was dripping and looked ready for something. I wasn’t sure what- until She whispered for me to taste her. I poked my tongue out gently, taking a tentative lick; she tasted tangy and sweet, and it made me want more. I let my tongue explore her inner most mystery, delving my tongue deeper within her. I could hear her moaning above me- I glanced my eyes to see her head being thrown back. I focused my attentions on the sensitive bundle within her- knowing how it felt to have it worshipped. I continued with my work, letting her sounds guide me; until I heard a loud growl from across the room, I looked over to see Stiles standing up from his seat, he stalked over to the pair of us. He kneeled down behind me; I felt his hands attach themselves to my butt cheeks squeezing tightly. He groaned as he manoeuvred himself to lay his chest against my back and gently kissed down the back of my neck and shoulder- before he harshly sucked a hickey onto the skin of my shoulder blade.  

I felt his hand wrap itself in my hair, he wrapped it around his knuckled and yanked upwards- pulling my head from the warmth of our companion. She let out a disappointed groan, as my tongue had left her wanting; Stiles forced my mouth to his and practically devoured my mouth with his in an open mouthed kiss- his tongue was tasting the girl’s juices that still lingered on my own tongue. During the kiss, I heard the girl let out a loud moan- but I ignored her in favour of focusing on the man before me, who was no longer ignoring me. Instead, he was setting a fire deep within me- I tingled all over for him to touch me. His hands found my hips, he hoisted me around so I was facing him fully. He looked into my eyes and I saw the normally comforting caramel brown had been turned almost black- it sent my core into a pulsing frenzy. He thrust his lips at my own and dragged me into a ferocious kiss once more; I let my trembling fingers investigate his warm chest, letting my fingers wander over his washboard abs and trail down to the hem of his sweat pants. Before giving it a tug and letting it pang back against his sensitive skin- throughout my ministrations he let whines slip through our fused lips. I began pushing the elastic from his hips- yearning to see what he was hiding beneath. It had been far too long since I was lavishing him with attention. I was determined to make him feel amazing; I wanted to hear him calling my name and groaning. I wanted him to remember how I made him feel and never want to leave me alone for long again. I wanted to make him feel good, so badly it was almost as if it was a personal need. Stiles pulled his pants down his legs and left them to rest around his knees, he then pulled his boxers to rest near them, slipping out one of the parts of him I had missed the most.

I had missed the way his expressive eyes would gloss over just before he exploded, I missed the way his long and dexterous fingers would torture me and my body before he delved them where I longed for them. I missed the way he would growl my name when I made him feel especially fantastic, I missed the way he would fill me completely almost to the point of being painful. And I was more than ready to experience all of those things with him again, tonight. The residual alcohol had since left my system, and I was thinking much more clearly- I was also more able to please him. He forced me around once more- breaking our kiss, we both breathed heavily trying to calm ourselves down. He pulled my hips to rest near his own before he pushed on my back and forced me to lie my chest on the ground- my face lingering in front of the girl’s dripping and neglected centre once more.

“I need to get something.. Y-you should look after her th-though..” was all he muttered into my ear before he left me abruptly, I yearned to feel the heat of his body crushed against my own again. I turned my head and followed his movements; he jogged up the stairs and I heard clattering and thumping before I heard his feet bounding down the stairs again. His gaze locked on mine and he frowned.

“I thought I told you to take care of her while I was getting something?” Stiles stated, his voice had changed from the one I recognised; this voice he used was low and dangerous, it sent a shockwave straight to my already slick core. I felt my mouth drop open as he stomped towards us. The girl in front of me whined and wriggled her hips as if to gain my attention, I ignored her for a moment longer- until I saw Stiles glare at me in warning. I widened my eyes before diving back between the girl’s legs and tasting her. Her joyous moans fuelled me to work her harder, I let my eyes wander to where Stiles was standing- but he was no longer there. I felt his presence behind me, his hand caressed my back and ass cheeks. Before I felt the stinging pain of one palm, landing on one cheek. I called out at the sensation; it was painful but it sent a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

“I asked you to do something, and you ignored me. Tsk, tsk..” Stiles rumbled into my ear as he drew back his hand and let his palm make contact with my butt again- causing me to moan out loud and jolt forwards further into the girl’s pussy. She moaned loudly, it was close to a scream. And suddenly, I felt her juices fill up my mouth as I continued to lick at her.

“Now, you’ll have to be punished Y/N..” Stiles growled behind me, I could faintly hear him fiddling with something- before I felt his fingers within me. He tickled at my clit before letting his fingers plunge into my core- he picked his pace quickly- quicker than I was used to, before I felt him scissoring me. Soon he withdrew his fingers, and replaced them with his length. He slammed himself into me; causing a whine to rip from my throat, the girl let her legs slip open wider and gripped at my head, to keep my face in the place she wanted it. I kept licking at her, drawing patterns over her clit- and moaning as Stiles thrust into me. His rhythm was fast, and hard and it was pushing me towards my end  quicker than I liked. He growled behind me before dropping his palm against me again, I yelled out as he continued his motions. Thrust, palm, thrust, palm, thrust, palm. This pattern continued until he pushed himself deep within me quicker- at a pace I thought was impossible unless he had supernatural help. I could tell he was nearing his end- the same as the girl and myself. Our cries blended together until; she was screaming, I was moaning so loudly it would shame a porn star.

“Y/N!” Was growled as we all jumped into that pleasure together. Her juices once more coated my lips and chin, Stiles let his load fill the condom he was wrapped in and I felt my own climax dripping down my thighs and onto Stiles’ sweatpants. Stiles ran his fingers down my spine before tugging me up so my back was resting against his heaving chest. The girl laid still on the floor, her legs open wide with a grin on the bottom of her face; the only part we could see. It was then I remembered neither of us had taken off our masks. I giggled and slumped into Stiles’ chest, Stiles let his chin rest on my shoulder and soon joined in with  my laughter. The girl before us, frowning before she shuffled up. She positioned herself in front of me and let her lips meet my own in a gentle peck. She quickly gathered her clothes, and pulled them onto her sweaty body. I watched as she grabbed my bag and pulled out my phone, trying something in and then placing it back in my bag. I too stood up and pulled Stiles with me, he grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around my body before ridding himself of the used condom and pulling his pants and boxers back into place. We both walked with the girl in silence to the front door, before she left through it she gave me one last passionate kiss- letting her tongue taste my own.

“You have my number in case you wasn’t a repeat..” Was all she muttered against my lips before she walked out the door and down the street- hailing a cab which conveniently drove down the street at that point. We watched as she got in and drove off. Once she was out of sight, Stiles reached in front of me and closed the door, before tugging on the blanket and leading me back into the lounge. He plonked himself down on the sofa tiredly, pulling me down to land on his lap with a quiet ‘Ooof’ as I landed. He pulled my legs sideways and laid them on the other cushion. I settled my head on his shoulder and gently kissed the crook of his neck as he sighed contentedly.

“I’m sorry. So, so sorry.. I thought I was doing the right thing.” Stiles whispered into my hair, his lips pressing against is in soft kisses. “Please, Y/N- forgive me..” He begged in whispered tones.

“I’ll never leave you alone again.. I can’t handle it..” he continued, I just nodded and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck, his chin and finally the corner of his lips.  He looked down at me, his eyes were sad- until I nodded my forgiveness. He smiled gently before pecking my lips a few times. He curled his arms around my body and stood from the sofa- I let out a small ‘Eeep’ and wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to his room- kicking open the door, and then shut again. He walked the last few steps into the room and then plopped me down on his bouncy bed. And chuckled at me flopping around. I stared up at him as he stepped closer to me, spreading my knees I welcomed him between them and let his lips find my own in a sweet kiss. He pulled away a short time later and stepped back, I watched as he left the room and heard his thumping feet as he bound down the stairs. I flopped back onto the bed and let his scent and sheets surround me. When he came back into the room, I was comfortable and edging sleep. I felt him slip under the sheets behind me- wrapping his arms around my tired body and leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead before I finally let slumber claim me. All was well again; I was in Stiles’ arms once more.

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@jacksonstilinskis​ I deleted your ask because I am a dumb lmao but if I recall correctly it was about stackson and photos right?? oy I have feels.

and I have feels because stackson is always feels but I digress. YES Jackson and his cute butt would be fucking Tumblr famous in like six days and it would start off as an accident. 

have some really cute things after the mess that was my last reblog.

stiles would just be fucking around with his phone one day (probably in college, me thinks? sharing a terrible dorm together after Jackson divorces himself from his parents) after waking up one morning, looking over at the love of his life, and deciding he needed to see Jackson every day always. Jackson is sleepy and soft and the sunlight from the window behind him is giving him a full glow with his adorable hair and his ridiculously attractive face.

there’s even a little bit of chest hair showing, which stiles loves (getting Jackson to stop waxing was a fucking miracle of a chance—apparently Lydia had loved the smooth skin, and Jackson had just kept it up out of habit. Stiles was 100% here for not ripping out your hair, especially when Jackson told him it hurt even more as a fast-healing wolf) and his leg is stuck out, because even though Stiles does not doubt at all that “monsters under the bed” are real anymore, Jackson is confident he could take one on and apparently leaves his fucking leg out to tempt them all, because he is an asshole. an asshole that stiles is in love with.

and Stiles snaps the picture right as Jackson starts waking up, and saves it, and his heart melts every time he looks at his phone. 

he decides to post it on a whim. he’s a member of a few online communities based on abuse survivors (of the human and paranormal), some LGBT support groups, that kind of things, and he’s definitely not well known, so he doesn’t think twice about it—he edits the photo a little, cropping out most of Jackson’s face because people are creepy online, and posts it with some caption like “u guys my boyfriend is so cute I love him so much I can’t even handle it send help” to his Tumblr and then goes about his merry way, turning his phone off before his next exam, expecting maybe three or four replies from his closer online friends.

needless to say when he turns his phone back on, he only has a moment to appreciate Jackson’s face as his wallpaper before his phone is literally bombarded with notifications. like, over a thousand in three hours. stiles had never had a thousand notes in the span of a month, let alone a day, and he’s initially nervous when he tells Jackson what he did (”I know it’s creepy but I cropped most of your face out except your cute sleepy smile but everyone loves it so much this was so weird I am so sorry for invading your privacy”).

Jackson, of course, loves it. sure, it might be a little bit weird to have his picture on the internet like that, but the fact that Stiles posted it makes up for it. he's fine with it, and tells stiles that much, just asks that they go over any future pictures together. 

(of course, what he loves the most is that stiles posted it bragging about how cute his boyfriend was—not how hot, or how sexy, and he preens at that. at the same time, he realizes Stiles basically told everyone online that he knows that he loves Jackson, and he feels warm about that too.)

Stiles posts a few more pictures of Jackson, only sharing the candid shots he takes, no matter how badly Jackson wants to basically flood the internet with terrible photos of himself (stiles loves Jackson very much but Jackson has TERRIBLE taste in staging a photo. no one wants to see you supermanning on the beach, you ironic fuck). they're all VERY artsy. Jackson in soft lighting, Jackson’s body beneath a single sheet, Jackson bending over the counter as he brushes his teeth in a ratty pair of boxers. 

He’s still amazed that each photo garners more and more notes, to the point where he actually has a decent sized following on his blog now—he would feel weird about it, but now when he signal boosts an abuse helpline or a coming out safety list, he’s actually reaching more people, and he can’t be mad about it. 

what he CAN be mad about, though, is how badly Jackson wants to get a picture of Stiles on the internet. he fights it tooth and nail, going as far as hiding his head in his shirt whenever Jackson has his phone even moderately aimed in his direction. he’s not hot, okay? he knows it. it’s a wonder that Jackson finds him attractive. he doesn’t need the people of the internet to confirm that he is basically a troll dating an adonis.

Jackson, of course, gets around it, by being an asshole. he steals Stiles phone while he sleeps and snaps what he will later tell Stiles was a selfie, and posts it to his blog. there’s about a fifth of Jackson’s smiling face in the corner of the photo—stiles is front and fucking center, laying on his stomach in bed, on top of all of his sheets, superman pajama pants low on his hips, hair wild and pale, dotted skin on full display. Jackson captions it with “the photographer becomes the photographeee.” that’s it, no tags, no grabbing at validation, nothing. 

stiles is almost mad about it when he sees the photo that is getting more notes than anything on his blog ever has. people are obviously blind if they’re telling him he is cuter than Jackson. Jackson is smug, so fucking smug. 

one year after the first photo was uploaded, Jackson takes another photo (they've invested in some equipment—a tripod, a real camera, nothing fancy) of he and Stiles both in bed, bare chested, with Jackson’s left arm around Stiles as they spoon, matching rings catching the flash perfectly.

Stiles phone overheats and dies with the notifications that come in for nine days straight.

(also I can’t remember if you mentioned nudes or not, but stiles approaches the subject of tasteful nudity months into the photo experience, thinking along the lines of “posing like a live art drawing”. Jackson immediately posts a shower selfie, and Stiles lectures him for three hours about what constitutes a “tasteful nude” and what absolutely fucking does nOT. Jackson is laughing too hard to listen.)