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i started out drawing actual good stuff and then devolved into memes

[headinthestaticsky]

Sanctuary with the Enthralling Moon: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

Authors notes: I’ve been listening to a lot more of Bank’s music (The girl in the picture) and I’ve become obsessed with her music again... Listen to her Album  “Goddess.” if you like R&B and some Trip hop it’s great! My personal favorites on there is “Before I Ever Met You” and “Bedroom Walls” but all the songs on there are great.

Another note: I changed the plot up for New Moon, so I hope it doesn’t ruin anything for you guys.

 All rights go to Stephenie Meyer for the characters she created.

“She lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see 

And I don't know why

I don’t know who she is.”

She by, Harry Styles

The annoying buzz of my phone woke me up, it had been buzzing so long that it had fallen to the floor. When I picked it up, I answered not looking at the number.

“Ugh... it’s way to early in the morning for phone calls who is this?”

“How did you find me?” 

“Jasper? What are you talking about.”

“I saw you... you where across the street from me, looking at me. You were in a white night grown.”

“Jasper... I haven’t left Forks at all.”

“H-how did I see you then?”

“I’m not sure love, I promise though... I haven’t left.”

The line went silent, neither of us knew what to say.

“So... what are you doing at your new place?”

“Well, I started attending a local college, I’m studying philosophy. Carlisle got a job at night.”

“Oh.”

“What about you? What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’ve decided to take a year off of school. I’ve been writing stuff, painting... it’s been nice. You should see this latest painting I made, it’s massive... I’ll send you a picture when it’s done.”

“It sounds grand...It nice to hear your voice again.”

“Yeah... it’s nice to hear your voice too. You know I was thinking... going to a creative arts school sounds really good to me right now...”

“You should do it, I’ve seen some of your work... it’s incredible.”

“Thanks love... Hey, I was meaning to ask you this in the morning but, have you heard from Edward?”

“No, he isn’t living with us.”

“Well, his bright idea of breaking up with Bella was to leave her in the woods... alone... AT NIGHT. For a vampire, Edward is the biggest dumb ass I have ever met in my entire life.”

“Wow... I don’t even know what to say... How is Bella?”

“She’s a manic depressive mess, she hasn’t left her room since she got back from the woods.”

“She hasn’t talked to you at all?”

“No, she just stares out of her window... but when she does look at me she gives me looks that aren’t exactly inviting either... She still pretty much hates my guts. I don’t know what she has to be pissed off at me about I’m the one who should be giving her death glares.”

“I don’t either...”

“I still don’t want her to be like this, she’s looking bad Jazz... it’s kinda scary.”

“Listen, I gotta go, you need some sleep... I’ll talk to you later one today... I better get my photo.” Jasper demanded playfully.

“I shall deliver my love, talk to you later.”

“Love you darlin.”

“Love you too.” I hung up a second later.

It was strange... Jasper had exactly described what had happened in my dream. I didn’t recognize the area, it looked remote though. It was confusing really, how my dreams to seem to have a power in some way. I didn’t know how though, I was a human.... nothing more than human. The Cullens seemed to be following the same pattern they did here. The area being small and remote and full of woods and cloudy. Before I faded off to sleep I thought of what I could do the next day... I could visit Leah, it had been so long since I’ve seen her. I’d have to thank Sam for getting Bella out of the woods too.

Morning had come, I felt exhausted but, I knew I couldn’t stay in the house. I had to get out, it was good for me. My painting would have to wait for it’s completion. I pulled out a tight, light grey turtle neck, black skirt, and stockings since it was probably freezing outside. I went downstairs, a huge smile was plastered on my face. For some reason, it was the happiest I had ever been these past 2 days.

“What’s got you so happy this morning?” Dad asked.

I looked around, making sure Bella wasn’t in the room.

“I got a call from Jasper... it was nice. He told me started going to college this year.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Did he say how the family is doing?”

“Oh yeah, they’re good but a bit tired. Carlisle got a job but it’s at night so his sleeping schedule is all messed up.”

“Oh yeah working nights, that’s rough.”

“Hey dad, does Harry Clearwater still live at the same address?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was wanting to see his daughter Leah, I haven’t seen her since I was a kid.”

“That’s sounds like a great idea... have some balance between Jasper and your friends.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for me.”

“Did you hear everything that happened last night?”

“No... what happened?”

“Bella was screaming at the top of her lungs in her sleep...”

“Oh my god... that’s horrible.”

“I’m thinking about sending her back to live with her mother... she’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“It sounds like a good idea in theory dad but... I don’t she’ll leave willingly.”

“I can try, she’s in a lot of pain right now... maybe seeing her mother will help her out.”

“Maybe...”

“You better get going, the drive is kinda long down to Harry’s.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later dad, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Driving down to Harry’s house had brought back memories, just like the drive down to La Push. Hopefully this time, it would go better than last time. As soon as I pulled up Harry had come out of the house, a huge smile was on his face.

“Well look who it is, Fleur Swan... I can recognize that car from anywhere.”

“Good to see you again Harry, thank you again for helping us find Bella.”

“No problem, I’d help with dad out with anything.”

“Dad? Who are you talking to out?”

“Leah, hey... it’s been a while.”

“Fleur? Is that you? The same girl I use to push in the freezing cold water when we were kids?” Leah said, her voice was filled with shock.

“Alive and in the flesh.”

Leah walked up to me, she smiled and pulled me in for a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“Nice to see you to, I was thinking to myself last night it was about time I make a visit down here.”

“I’m glad you did... really I am.”

“I’ll leave you two girls alone now.” Harry said, he got back inside the house.

“We have somethings to catch up on don’t we?” Leah said.

“Yeah we do.”

“Let’s go for a walk down on the beach.”

“Sure, as long as you don’t push me into the water.”

“No promises.”

We walked in silence to the beach, it was nice though. The cool wind and ocean waves was comforting.

“So... how’s everything going?” I asked.

“It’s been better...I started dating Sam in high school but... somethings happened.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“I’ll live but, Sam started dating Emily... and they’re engaged now actually.”

“What the hell... what is wrong with him.”

“I know it’s completely messed up... Speaking of Sam, before we broke up he told me you were dating someone, he told me he was a Cullen. Is that true.”

“It depends, are you going to react the same way Sam did?”

“What did he do?”

“He grabbed me by the arms and screamed in my face, I had bruises on my arms for a solid week.”

“No, I won’t do that, I promise. I do want to rip Sam’s head off even more now.”

“Yes, I am dating one of them, Jasper is his name.”

“I won’t tell you how to live your life regarding that, just... be careful.”

“I will... I was going to see Sam after this but, I don’t think I want to now.”

“Hey, don’t stop being friends with Sam just because of me. Just because I hate his guts doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

“What he did to you was messed up Leah... I would kill someone if they did that to me.”

“Just, come around more... that’ll make it up for you being friends with him.”

“I will, I promise, you should come over to my place sometime too, I’d love to have you there.”

“That sounds great Fleur, thanks.

“No problem.”

We had spent the entire day on the beach, it was beautiful. It was nice to catch up with Leah... she hadn’t changed much. She was just hurt, she felt bitter about Sam and Emily. If I was her, I would feel the same way. We made our way back to Leah’s house. Harry was sitting on the porch.

“It was good to see you again Fleur, you should come over more often.” Harry offered.

“I definitely will, you should come down to my place too, Dad’s been itching for a hunting trip.”

“Tell him I said hi, and I’m ready whenever he is.”

“I will, bye Harry, bye Leah... It was nice to be over!”

“See you later Fleur, thanks for coming by.”

“See you later.”

When I got back home, the sun had just started to set, The lights in the living room where on so I assumed dad was up.

“Hey dad I’m home!”

I didn’t get a reply, I walked in the living room and was shocked to see Bella sitting on one of the couches.

“Bella, hey...”

“Don’t even try to talk to me.”

“What, what?”

“I know this was your fault, Edward leaving.”

“Bella are you serious right now?”

“Yes I am, you never wanted to see me happy... you’re getting what you wanted now.”

“Bella... I didn’t tell the Cullens to leave, why would I do that? You do realize Edward leaving got Jasper to leave too right?”

“Oh please, you were out with him all day today don’t even lie.”

“I wasn’t Bella, I was with Leah.”

“Really? So you haven’t talked to him at all since he left.”

“No, I haven’t.” I lied.

“Whatever... just get out of my face.”

I turned and walked away... I was surprised I didn’t snap at her. My mood was exceptional today. I went out back to see if dad was there, he was. He was sitting out back on a lawn chair with a beer, staring out into the woods behind our house.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey Petal, Harry called, he said that you really helped Leah out today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he said she’s been pretty depressed lately and she’s been really angry too. He said that was the happiest she had been in a while.”

“That’s good... I saw Bella finally got out of her bedroom.”

“Yeah, she did. I didn’t except her to for a while, she went to school today too.”

“Oh wow, did you say anything about her going back with mom?”

“Yeah and you were right, she completely freaked out on me. She told me she was going out tonight though with her friend, Jessica.”

“Oh that’s good, she hasn’t left her room for like 4 days.”

“Has she talked to you at all?”

“No... not at all.” I lied, I didn’t want him to worry about Bella and I’s fighting for right now.

I sat out with Dad in the backyard until late tonight. When we went inside, Bella had just come back from her night out with Jessica. Bella looked like she had a crazed look in her eyes. It was kinda scary... her mood had switched so quick from earlier today. It looked like she sky dived or something.  When I went to bed, I had another dream... I was in a house this time, it was clean and stylish. When I walked into another room, Jasper was there he looked up hearing my footsteps and his eyes widened. Before I could say anything however, the dream faded to black.

POV Change: Jasper’s

I was by myself tonight, Alice, Dean, Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett had all gone out hunting for the night Carlisle was at work. I sitting in my room reading some books when I heard footsteps coming near me. I looked up, a familiar pair of dark browns eyes met mine. I was in shock, I’m seeing her again...  what is happening to me? Before I could ask her anything she disappeared in thin air.

[azogwhoreignerstilinski]

Watching S1 of Teen Wolf

Episode 6

DAAAAMN THAT CHASE SCENE IN THE PARKING LOT-

Scott here being a SMART protagonist and gtfo-ing as soon as he could. Him getting caught cuz of Allison tho- i laUGHED. Derek is also such a stereotypical older brother lol.

Also Derek's bunny teeth.

OOP HE SMASH DA PHONE!!

Lmao Scott is a fucking LIAR- HE CANT STOP THINKING WITH HIS DICK FOR A SECONDD

Yes, i skipped the sex scene. Music is good tho. Except for the loudest motherfucking kissing. Im dying. Make it endddd

Oh hey, scott is actually being made to participate with the wolfy stuff finally.

Also more Kate (sarcastic yay) srsly tho- her two facedness is *mwah chefs kiss

When Scott jumps out the window all i can think of is "how are these kids not being caught all the time?" Like hes just so LOUD.

And he also immediately proves me wrong because at the start he was smart and ran the second something sus happened, but then he just assumes this mysterious werewolf is Derek KNOWING THERES A MURDEROUS ALPHA ON THE LOOSE.

I was so happy to see Peter that i didnt mind that much tho.

This scene when scott gets home is hilarious because if you have your brightness all the way up, you can SEE Derek just sittin there. Also props to Derek for knowing about Scott sneaking out but not even caring about Allison lol. How long was he just sitting in this kids room tho??

Also Derek Hale is a shit liar and thats hilarious to me cuz hes out here sussing people out when they lie but when he does it its super obvious.

Scott: You cant ask me to trust you and then keep things to yourself

Derek: Watch me (leaves through the front door like a nooooob)

Awwww pouty stiles!

Stiles is just not able to resist info about Derek tho lol (careful dude, your bi is showing) honestly same

Also this entire ep is just Pack Mom Stiles energy

Lydia's face when she sees the wolf tho lmaooo. This girl is TRAUMATISED

Scott hides from Allison while Stiles has to sort out all his werewolf drama for him and i just-

All this scallison is just getting in the way of me enjoying the show and i feel so bad but omfg. Theres just so much

Jacksons face when he sees scott being pelted thoooo- what a relatable bitch. I was laughing too.

If only Stiles could put "raised a werewolf child" on his resume. Stiles and Derek are coparents, you cant change my mind.

Stiles calling out sexism about the whole "women make you weak thing" is just yeasss.🔥🔥🔥

And Jacksons whole mirror scene? Peak creeps, 10/10. Reminded me of Draco Malfoy. Him and Allison's heart to heart was kinda touching. But then you know, he pulled the creep out so-

Stiles' eyeroll to Scalliso in Coach Cupcake's class looool. K the hand holding was kinda cute ngl, good job scallison. Stiles is just done tho lol. He's so over it too and hes Scotts best friend😂😂

The car key scene has me cringing and giggling at the same time omfg.

Oh before i forget

OMG PETERRR Ohhh the IRONY IN THIS SCENE- and also poor bby Derek, all alone in this world. Peter lifting his finger as Derek leaves, RIGHT AFTER he says he cant wait lol. Peter is such a bastard tho lol cuz he coulda lifted his finger if he wanted, but he didnt pfft- guess he only has energy for killing people right now. Think its meant to add to the MysTerY. I think this is the cuddliest Peter has ever looked and i am here for it.

Derek: I can take him. But i need to find him first

Peter:... You can't kill me im a bad bitch

That detention scene, did they like fake the heart to heart to make the teacher uncomfy? Or was it meant to be genuine? Im going with the first one, because i think its better lol. But i think even if they faked it to get outta detention they both meant some of it.

DEREK NO HES A DOCTOR WTF ARE YOU DOING-

Also Derek says if hes unconcious he cant stop himself from healing? But he was just unconcious??? And Dr. Deaton didnt heal??? Also everytime Scott and Derek fight they're actually just like estranged brothers. Sam and Dean if they only met in Season 3 lol.

STILES' FACE EVERYTIME DEREK IS ON SCREEN-

Scott howling is so funny like howl no1 is yowling and howl no2 is roaring. Bitch really cant howl for shit- what is he??? Werewolf of werelion?? First he sounds like a kitten then he sounds like a lion.

(Me watching Stiles hype Scott up) Fellas, is it gay to know how to attract Alpha males?

Oh no Derek is 'dead'.

BUT PETER IS HERE!!!

Anyway, thanks for reading through the rambling, all of this is of course personal opinion and takes, but i might make this a whole thing.

[mummybear]

What Are You Doing Here?

This Is Day 13 Of Roleplay May

Words: 3666

Warnings: Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Wall Sex, Fingering, Counter Top Sex, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Back Scratching. Think That’s It.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate/Hale, Unnamed Douche Guy

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You’re staying at your aunts place in Beacon Hills, after finishing your training program where you’d met the best guy ever. So when your best friend Allison turns up at your aunts house and invites you to a party you reluctantly agree to go. Only to find out that there was more waiting at that party than you first realised.

A/N: Sorry guys there was a screw up and this one is a little late but enjoy! ;)

Staying at your aunts again after all this time was really strange, but she was awesome and always made you feel so comfortable. Working down at the local hospital had kept her extremely busy, so you had offered to come and look after her new puppy until things calmed down a little at the hospital. She had even managed to get this weekend off. 

It was great timing considering you’d only just got back from a training course for your ideal job. You’d met some really amazing people there, one in particular who had been much harder to forget than the others. He was the sweetest guy you’d ever met, helping you while others in the program had merely laughed at your failings. The two of you had grown close over that month, and you deeply regretted never taking it further, but most of all you couldn’t believe you’d forgotten to get his number. 

There’s a knock at the door, pulling you from your thoughts. Checking the time you realise it’s much later than you first thought. “I’ve got it!” you call into the kitchen, running to the front door, the surprise hits you like the best smack in the face ever. “Alli!” you practically squeal, pulling her into a massive hug which she quickly returns.

“I missed you so much! When Kay said you were back I had to come get you! There’s this party tonight, I thought I'd see if you wanna come with me?” Allison exclaims excitedly, pulling back to look at your face.

“I’d love to, I really would. But I promised Kay that I’d look after the puppy while i’m staying.” You explain, just as the little puppy in question comes and jumps up your legs.

Before Allison can answer however you can hear your aunt clearing her throat behind you.

“Hey. You go sweetheart, don’t you worry about it! I’ve got the little one tonight.” She smiles kindly, gathering up the dog from the floor and stroking the bouncing puppy. “I promise we’ll be fine and we can do our movie marathon tomorrow.” She insists, laughing when Allison pulls her into a big hug, which you quickly get pulled into.

Four hours later

Allison is with you in your temporary room, watching you check over your outfit in your mirror. “Alli, I dunno about this are you sure it’s not too much? I don’t even know these people.” you sigh turning in the mirror again, you love the outfit but you just don’t want to feel like you’ve overdone it. 

She comes to stand beside you and smiles, “look just trust me okay, you’re gonna knock them dead. There’s actually someone in particular who I want to introduce you to.” 

“Oh, I see. so that’s what this is all in aid of,” you state knowingly, gesturing to your outfit as you turn to face her, she quickly hands you a shot with a sly smile on her lips. 

“Hush you, he’s awesome. And you’re both two of my best friends and I thought it was about time the two of you met that’s all” she laughs when your judgemental look locks back onto her.

“Okay, fine. Because I love you, I’ll do it.” you agree as she clinks her shot glass against yours and throws you a wink.

It doesn’t take the two of you very long to have a steady buzz going, your confidence a little better than the start of the evening as your aunt waves you off on the driveway.

Arriving at the party doesn’t take long, before you know it you’re pulling up to one of the biggest houses that you’ve ever seen. Allison leads you around the back, the massive columns are all covered in fairy lights, it’s completely stunning and there are a lot of people here. Leading the way Allison clearly knows where she’s going, her hand tight on yours as she weaves easily through the big clusters of people. Your friend clearly spots who she’s looking for since she’s waving and you can hear several people calling her name even over the music, which appears to be quieter over here. 

You can come to stand beside Allison when she finally comes to a stop and your heart starts beating faster as your nerves begin to get the best of you. A nervous smile pulls at your lips.

“ So Y/N, these are the people I was telling you about.” Allison tells you, leading you over to a group of people at the back of the garden. She starts introducing everyone, but you don’t hear her, because as soon as the tallest guy steps out of the way you spot him. Sitting beside a redhead, staring at you with his mouth wide open.

“Y/N?” Stiles questions suddenly, ignoring the way that his friends were looking at him.

Stepping away from Allison your cheeks already hurt from smiling as you meet those gorgeous brown eyes. He’s on you before you can speak, wrapping his long arms around your waist in that familiar way he had just a few weeks ago, smiling into your neck when your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“So, I guess I don’t need to introduce my really great friend then, huh?” Allison questions with a big grin crossing her lips.

You and Stiles are both blushing hard when you finally pull away from one another and look back at the group of confused faces. 

“Y/N is the girl I told you about, from the FBI training course,” Stiles reveals blushing even harder, when you have to bite back a smile realising he’s been telling his friends about you.

“Nothing bad I hope?”

“Oh no, nothing bad at all. He was very complimentary,” the tanned guy beside Stiles chuckles when Allison smacks his shoulder, with a fond smile.

“Well, I kinda wish I would’ve worked out the two of you had been talking about each other,” Allison says to nobody in particular, “Anyway….” 

The conversation moves on quickly, with you and Stiles telling the others how you'd been in one of the classes and the two of you had ended up being partners, you were pretty much inseparable after that, until the day you’d had to go home. 

The others are really nice as well, Lydia was the host of the party, she was seriously smart that much had been obvious as soon as she had started talking, not to mention that she was completely gorgeous. Scott was really sweet, much nicer than you had expected and as it turns out he was Allison’s boyfriend and Stiles’ best friend. Malia was straight talking and very blunt but honestly, she seemed like the kind of girl you would get on with. As long as you didn’t get on her bad side of course.

At some point the others had left to get a drink, but you and Stiles had been too distracted to notice. You’re both walking around a quiet part of the garden, ignoring the few kissing drunk people as Stiles tells you about his family. You’re so distracted that you don’t see the massive guy running towards you until it’s too late and you’re being knocked down. 

“Shit, Y/N! You okay?” Stiles asks worriedly, helping you to your feet. You wince putting pressure on your foot, he notices immediately and pulls your arm around his shoulders. “What a dick. We should get you inside, I can take a look at it?” he offers kindly, slowly walking you towards the door with the least people.

“You don’t have to do that Stiles, I’ll be okay.” you reply quickly, not missing the way he glances at you unconvinced.

“Well, tough. I insist.” 

“Okay, Mr Bossy.” you giggle seeing the smile pulling at his pink lips. God why couldn’t you stop staring at them. “Thank you though, that’s really sweet of you,” 

“It’s nothing. It’s really the least I can do.” he assures you blushing slightly. “Might have to carry you up here though,” he muses, before you can argue his arm reaches behind you and tucks behind your knees. 

You squeal in surprise as he picks you up effortlessly, careful not to lift your skirt as he does and holds you close to his body. Your arms wrap around his neck and you know you’re holding on tighter than necessary, it’s not that you don’t trust him it’s just instinct. 

His eyes are on yours as he walks carefully, but you can’t help flicking your eyes down to look at his lips. You know that he’s noticed when you finally look back into his eyes. 

“Could you get the door for me?” he asks, voice a little deeper than before, nodding his head towards the door in front of them. 

Reaching forward and you push the handle down for the bathroom door, feeling his long fingers tighten where he’s holding onto you. Stiles walks inside and gently sits you on the counter top beside the sink, quickly turning so that he can close and lock the door behind you both.

You watch him as he moves around you carefully and pulls out the first aid kit. 

“This might sting a little,” he tells you quietly, grabbing one of the anti bacterial wipes and gently dabbing at the cut still bleeding on your knee. “Sorry,” he apologises when you wince, his free hand gripping your thigh to stop you from moving.

Biting your lip at the feeling of his fingers on your skin again, you look up at him, realising he’s much closer than you’d first realised.

“I still regret not getting you number,”

Chucking the wipe in the bin Stiles smiles, “Yeah, me too. Keep wishing I would've had the balls to ask for yours.” he reveals, stepping between your legs and he gently puts on the large plaster. His hands move from your legs and he places them on the counter, either side of your legs, “There, all better.”

Leaning forward you press your lips to his cheek, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“Thank you,” you breathe out quietly, pulling away slowly, just enough that his nose bumps against yours. 

Stiles swallows hard just barely nodding and neither of you want to move any further away. 

“How’s your ankle?” Stiles rasps, his voice shaking slightly when your hand gently lays over the top of his.

“Yeah, feels better. Thanks to you,” you reply just above a whisper feeling his lips brush yours.

“Y/N! Stiles! Is everything okay, I just heard what happened.” Allison calls through the door, when he moves back to unlock the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Hey Ali, she’s fine.” Stiles assures her, opening the door for her to step inside.

The young woman pauses and looks at your flushed face, smirking when she sees the way your skirts pushed up. “You know what, she’s in good hands, just look after her,” Allison smiles, throwing you a wink before leaving without another word.

Stiles closes the door, frowning as he looks back at you. “You sure you’re okay?” Stiles checks.

“Can you just lock the door again for a second?” you ask nervously, watching him lick his lips as he does as you ask without question.

“What is it?” he rasps, his voice scratchy and rough.

“You remember the first night you stayed in my room after we drank too much?”

“Y-Yeah. I remember,” Stiles answers quietly, watching your shoes drop from your feet before you hop down from the counter and let your jacket fall to the floor. Stiles watches you as you pull your t-shirt over your head and let it join your jacket. “You really don’t have to,” he breathes out nervously, taking a step closer to you. 

“A promise is a promise Stiles. I saw you naked and I said I was sorry. You remember what else I said?” you ask barely above a whisper as your skirt hits the floor and you take another step towards him. 

“Fuck,” Stiles groans.

“Yeah, I definitely said that,” you giggle slightly, “You remember what else?”

“You said that you owed me. You’d seen mine, so next time you’d show me yours.” he answers, running his hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his you’d noticed on the first day meeting him.

You bite back your smile as you nod, unhooking your bra and letting it fall at your feet. “Exactly, so this is me keeping my promise.” 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that day, wishing that I hadn’t let you walk out of that door.“

“What did you wanna do?” you ask as you push your panties down slowly, watching the way he bites into his bottom lip. Catching you when you stumble on your ankle, his hands grip your waist tightly, but his hands don’t wander. “You can look you know,” you whisper.

“You’re so soft. God I wanted to kiss you so bad the whole time we were together,” he reveals quickly, fingers tightening on your waist when you press yourself closer.

You gently take hold of his hands and push them down until he’s cupping your ass, “Then do it, unless you’ve changed y-” he cuts you off, fingers squeezing your ass tightly when he presses his lips to yours. They feel even better than you always thought they would. Firm but soft and you can’t help but moan into his mouth when his tongue brushes against yours. You push his jacket from his shoulders and it falls to the floor, joining the rest of your clothes. Pulling away from his lips he laughs as you roughly tug at his t-shirt, dragging it up his toned body until he helps you pull it over his head. “What? I didn’t get a very good look last time. I was trying to be polite.” 

Stiles laughs pulling you into another kiss, until he feels you wince and pulls back to look at you as you cling to his shoulders. You gasp when he picks you up, your legs automatically wrap around his waist. Whimpering when his rough jeans rub just right between your legs.

“You need to rest, are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Stiles asks sweetly, brushing the hair back from your face. Smiling, you shake your head, keeping your eyes locked on him as you pull him closer by his belt and slowly unbuckle it, hearing the metal clang as it falls open. 

“I’m okay, I’m actually enjoying myself,” you reply cheekily, popping the button of his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper. 

“Fuck baby,” Stiles groans when your hand slips inside his boxers and wraps around his thick hard length. He pulls your close so that your ass is sitting right on the edge of the counter and his hands slide up your legs slowly.

“I can stop if you want,” you say quietly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you meet his eyes, your hand starts slowly moving over his cock. 

“No, no. It's fine, more than fine. I just-” he stutters through heavy breath and all you want to do is kiss him again, so that’s what you do. Stiles moans into your mouth, feeling you arch your hips, those long fingers of his move between your legs. 

Stiles pulls his lips away from yours all too soon, his forehead resting against yours as he looks down at your hand wrapped around his length and slowly slips a finger inside your wet welcoming heat. 

“S-Shit, Stiles please. More,” you needy whimper, speeding up your movements over his rock hard length when he pushes a second long finger inside you and curls them both just right. “Oh god, feels so good,” you whimper when his free hand moves to the back of your head and he grips your hair tightly, his teeth drag over your neck when you gasp and hook your leg over his hip, trying to get yourself closer to him. “Talk to me,” you whimper, rocking your hips into his hand and your grip loosens around his cock as your head becomes foggy. 

Sucking a mark into your neck Stiles finally pulls back, his eyes almost black when he looks at you. “You’re so fucking sexy, can’t believe you’re here.” Stiles groans as your pussy clamps down around his fingers. Your hand falls away from his cock and you cling to his shoulders tightly, nails digging harshly into his skin. “Lay back,” Stiles encourages you, biting into his smile and releasing your hair.

Luckily the counter behind you is massive, the perks of being rich. You lay back the best you can, your knees pressing tightly into his thighs to keep your legs open, the top of your head almost touching the wall. You let out a breathy moan feeling his fingers speed up inside you.

When his other hand moves to your clit you cry out, slapping your hand over your mouth. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out at a quick pace echo around the room. His fingers move just as rapidly over your throbbing clit, your entire body arching, skin tingling and you squeeze your eyes shut feeling your orgasm hit you, your mouth drops open behind your hand, but no noise comes from your mouth. It’s a slow aching bliss that sparks every nerve under your skin and causes your eyes to roll.

Sitting up on your shaking elbows you look down at him, chest heaving as you watch his long fingers wrap around his cock, his eyes locked on yours. “Please Stiles, need you.” 

“Fuck Y/N, are you sure?” he groans letting his cock slip between your folds, nudging your sensitive clit with every slow rock of his hips. 

“Please, I want your big cock inside me,” you whine desperately, feeling the head of his cock nudge at your soaked entrance.

“Mmmm,” Stiles hums under his breath as the head of his cock slips inside you, “So tight baby, shit. So perfect.” he grunts loudly, feeling your pussy fluttering around his as your slick rolls down his cock.

Your stomach clenches and you let out a loud moan when Stiles thrusts his hips forward harshly, quickly filling you up in one “So deep,” you whimper as he pulls you up and your arms wrap around his neck, one of your hands pushes into the back of his hair. “Oh god! Yes!” You gasp as he picks you up, your legs clamping down around his waist and his hands fall to your ass. 

He stumbles a little with his jeans still around his ankles, a huff of air leaves your lungs as your back roughly hits the wall behind you. “Sorry, shit.” Stiles growls feeling your nails scratch down his back. You try and kiss him when he starts thrusting, but he’s in the perfect position and all you can do is cling to him, enjoying the perfect drag of his cock against your tightening walls. 

“You feel too good baby, not gonna last,” 

“Harder please, don’t care Stiles. Come inside me, wanna feel it.” 

Stiles growls as he picks up his pace, slamming into you at a pace you wouldn’t have thought possible in this position. “Yes! Just like that!” you cry out, no longer caring who hears the two of you. 

His mouth moves to your neck as his blunt nails dig into your ass cheeks, “You’re so close baby come on, wanna feel you come all over my cock” 

He’s right you can feel your stomach clenching again already, his words only spur you on, that band inside you is ready to snap, your clit is rubbing perfectly against every snap of his hips in this position. “I’m gonna - Oh god, please” 

Your desperate cries only spur him on, “Come on baby, let go.” he pants harshly against your neck, with a final thrust of his hips you’re falling over the edge and an intense orgasm is rocketing through you, way more powerful than the one before. “Fuck! Yes, gonna come baby!”

You’re shaking when Stiles finally lets go himself and falls over the edge, his fingers tightening and his hips stuttering.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and meet his lidded eyes, “hi,” he smiles sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips that causes you to sigh against them. His thumb brushes gently over your lips as he looks into your eyes, “how’s your ankle?” 

“S’Okay, you did take such good care of me.” you smirk gently moving your hands across his chest when your ass touches the cold counter top again. He gently pulls his softening cock from inside you and pulls up his boxers and jeans. 

He turns back to you after gathering your clothes, both of you ignoring the pounding on the door as he helps you balance while you pull your clothes on. “I got you good huh?” he chuckles pressing his lips to the purple bruise on your neck. 

“God don’t start again, feels too good” you shiver as the feeling shoots straight to your core. 

“Good to know,” he grins, handing you his phone.

“Now, you better give me that number this time. There’s no way i’m walking away after that,”

You can’t help but giggle at that, quickly typing in your name and number and handing it back. Doing the same with your own phone, watching those long fingers move over your screen with way too much interest. 

“Good to know, wasn’t planning on leaving you alone just yet,” you smile, biting your lip when his fingers link with yours.

“You wanna come back to mine? Since our catch up was kinda interrupted.” 

“I would love that Stiles,” you grin despite yourself.

This hadn’t exactly been your plan at the start of the night, but you definitely owed that douche who’d knocked you over a beer.

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[purplesurveys]

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survey by ashleybayle

Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a celebrity? Yeah. The most popular opinion I get is Anna Akana and a local singer named Kakie, and then more occasionally I’ve also gotten Lucy Hale. Of course, all of these people are absolutely gorgeous though so it’s hard to accept comments like these lol

When was the last time you got something done to your hair? Professionally, late February. But I trimmed my bangs last Saturday.

Do you have any change on you right now? Barely. I only have a few 1-peso coins and a couple of 25-cent coins left.

What color is the pillowcase(s) on your bed? They’re pink with white lines.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? I like Monday mornings because we have weekly video calls for work and it’s really the only time I get to talk to other people anymore. Even if I can’t really count any of my colleagues as my friends, I’m able to get the human connection I’ve been hungry for and it always leaves me feeling good for the rest of the day.

Cutting your hair extremely short, would you do it? Yeah. That’s what I did last February; I’d do it again once my hair gets too long. I’ll probably go even shorter the next time because depression.

Have you ever been in an art show? I’ve been to art exhibits, if you’re referring to the same thing.

Would you considered yourself to be well-exposed to life or sheltered? I was sheltered for most of my life but I’ve been trying to get exposed to more scary life things so that I slowly start to detach from people I used to normally depend on, like my parents.

How high is your pain tolerance? Not high at all. I bruise like a peach and have near-meltdowns over sharp objects especially if I get pricked by one.

Have you ever played the game Halo? I don’t think so. I could have watched others play it in the past, but I’ve never played the game myself.

Are you wearing any jewelry at the moment? No I’m not.

Is there a sport that you love to play? Table tennis! Futsal was also fun the one or two times I played it, and it was in playing that sport that I learned I apparently make a good goalkeeper. In an alternate universe I probably play football, ha.

Has anything made you sad in the past 48 hours? Yes. That’s a constant state of mind now.

Have you ever had to learn lines for a play/skit/movie? Yes. We were required to do so many skits in high school so making scripts and memorizing lines was part of a normal day.

Do you like your nose? I’ve never complained about it. I don’t normally think about my nose either.

Is there a hair color you prefer on the opposite sex? No.

Kissing someone with facial hair, do you mind? I’ve never tried it, so I don’t have a solid opinion.

Would you ever like to be a stunt person? Sounds fun but I’m barely physically fit for such a role and I’d break a bone almost immediately. Even professional stunt people get injured, so...

Are you a pyromaniac? The furthest thing from it. I’m terrified of fire.

How soon is your birthday? Six months and a day.

Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat? Isn’t everyone prone to doing that once in a while? But yeah, I guess I’m ‘one of those’ people.

Can any of your friends sing very well? Lots of em. Hannah, Tina, Ed, Andi, Michelle, Nacho, etc.

Would you ever enter any kind of pageant? That does not sound interesting to me.

Do you have piano fingers? No :(

What is your preferred curse word? Fuck.

When someone's drunk, the truth comes spilling out, correct? I guess, for some people. Other people express their drunkenness in other ways. But I for sure lose my filter once I’m drunk; it’s a lot easier to ask me questions once I’ve had a few glasses, ha.

Have you ever shouted something random at someone out a car window? I’m sure I’ve rolled down my windows to cuss out a stupid driver once or twice.

Have you ever slept on a beach? No. I know my mom does, but I personally find it risky/dangerous. When it comes to open spaces like the beach, I find it hard to trust people to not be thieves.

Would you like to be taller? It’s not an active wish of mine. It’d always be cool to be taller, but I’m also okay with my current height.

Are you a fan of piercings on the opposite sex? Not necessarily. I wouldn’t say I’m attracted to them.

Have you ever listened to Celtic music? Nope.

Do you enjoy making up words? I’ve never done that, no.

Have you ever been attacked by an animal? Aside from the time a giant bird kind of charged at me at a safari and getting playbites from Cooper, no. Cats hiss at me all the time, but I get out of their vicinity before they can attack me or whatever.

Who did you dance with last? Rita, Blanch, Mik, Laurice, Jum, a bunch of strangers.

When holding hands, do you intertwine fingers? Yeah. That’s my favorite.

Is there a movie that makes you cry every single time you watch it? This is gonna get some eyerolls but...Titanic. Forever one of my faves no matter how overrated people find it, hahaha. The “Rose Dawson” scene gets me all the time.

Do you ever talk to the TV? I mean if I have comments about the show I’m watching, yeah I guess I’m technically talking to the TV. But I don’t talk to the TV like a camera, if that’s what you mean.

What's your opinion on Johnny Depp? I feel for him and all the shit he’s gone through with Amber Heard. I’ll always feel bad for having sided with Amber in the past. Movie-wise, not really a fan of his repertoire but I respect his craft and abilities nonetheless.

Have you ever watched the Tudors? Nah but I hear of it a lot, so I’ve always been interested.

Can you speak in different accents? No. My dad’s super good at accents though since he travels a lot for his job. He can do American, Indian, Singaporean, Chinese, Australian, etc.

Who was the last person you mocked/mimicked? The annoying person at the BIR who wasted my time. 

If you write, isn't writer's block the most horrible thing? I’d say it’s inconvenient, but it’s not the worst of my worries whenever it strikes.

Can you sew or knit? No but I’ve made up my mind about learning how to :) I put some cross-stitch kits on my online shopping cart recently and I can’t wait to get my hands busy.

Do you have a favorite pair of jeans? Yesssss. They’re the only pair of jeans I wear these days, on the rare times I have a reason to go out.

What size shirt do you normally wear? XS.

Are you good with money? I’m good with saving if I absolutely have to, but I’m equally good at spending all my money in one go lol

Has anyone ever aimed a gun at you? No. Don’t know how well I’d fare in that; I tend to freeze up and forget words when I’m terrified.

What is the first letter of the person's name you last kissed? G.

Do you use myspace for following celebrities, and facebook for friends? I never regularly used Myspace, and Facebook is for sharing memes, staying updated on the news, and connecting with family and friends. At least up until I deactivated last month.

Have you ever written a song? Maybe in grade school when it was an assignment for class, but never on my own time.

Do you believe there is life on other planets? Other planets in other galaxies perhaps in other universes, sure.

If you think about the universe long enough, it's baffling isn't it? Doesn’t take long for me, but yes it is.

When was the last time you fell? I haven’t in a while.

Are you a fan of Christian Bale? I wouldn’t say so. I don’t think I’ve seen any of his movies. I’ve been meaning to watch American Psycho for years but just never got around to it.

Do you have any sort of debt? No.

Is there an accent you prefer? I don’t know if prefer is the right word since I don’t have any favorite accents, but hmmm I can listen to Florence Pugh’s accent all day.

Have you spoken to the person you love today? Yep.

Would you ever travel to Los Angeles? If given the chance sure, but I honestly prefer other cities.

Have you ever been through a natural disaster? A lot of them.

Is there a specific time period that interests you? I don’t think I’ve ever been hooked to just one specific era...I’m interested in all of them and read about them an equal amount.

Do any of your friends own an expensive car? JM used to drive a Lexus to school on Fridays.

Have you ever been on a train? Just once. I had to go to Manila for a journalism class but I wasn’t willing to drive all the way there, so I took a train and had Jum keep me company because I didn’t know how commuting worked.

Is there a memory that embarasses you to think about? I mean yeah, there are a lot.

Have you ever used different colored paper clips? Possibly.

Where exactly are you right now? In a corner in my room.

Don't you admire those people who know exactly what they want to do? I admire anyone who’s able to make the best of what they’ve got, no matter what their progress is in life. Life shouldn’t be a contest of who gets their shit figured out the earliest or the best way possible.

Is there a guy you can talk to about anything? No.

Have you ever been in a parade? I know I said in a previous survey that I haven’t been to a parade, but now that I think about it I’ve been to several Pride Marches, which kinda count as parades...so yeah, I have been.

Would you ever consider being a news reporter? My entire family wanted me to end up being one, but it was never an interest of mine. I was just too shy to tell them that that’s not really my goal. I like staying behind the camera for the most part.

Are you, or anyone you know, an atheist? Yes and yes, I know several people who are.

Has anyone ever told you to "get a grip"? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten those exact words before.

Do people say you look your age? Or younger or older? Younger.

Have you ever sent a celebrity fan mail? Kind of. Five years ago my friend Heather and I were at YouTube Fanfest where Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, and Oli White were part of the line-up, and we didn’t anticipate that so many fans would come with gifts even though there was no guarantee of meeting them. We came up with a little gift of our own, which was really nothing more than a tiny post-it saying that we love them lmao (we went to the venue straight after school, hence Heather having school supplies HAHA). It was such a poor-looking gift. We went to their assistant who was SUPER nice about it and didn’t make us feel like shit for our gift which was pretty much worthless and could easily get lost – it was literally a piece of post-it. I doubt it ever got to them, but we gave it a shot anyway.

Are you ashamed of how you acted when you were younger? Some parts of it, definitely. I grew up in a violent household, so I was violent towards my brother when he was a baby, not knowing how serious my actions were. I was also a pain in the ass while I was going through puberty.

Do you ever have those days where you feel you're the ugliest person ever? Yes.

Beauty is both external and internal, correct? Sure.

Have you ever been in a musical? Yeah, in grade school through high school. Never had a solo role, though.

When was the last time you swam in a pool? July 2019.

Is there a friend's family that makes you feel like you're family too? Angela’s. At one point, Katreen’s too, before we grew apart.

How do you know someone is your best friend? When I don’t feel like filtering my words around them, and when I allow myself to be fully vulnerable with them.

When was the last time you used a highlighter? Sometime in February I’m guessing. Before the lockdown and when I still went to school and had readings.

Has a flashlight ever ran out batteries on you in the dark? I don’t think so.

[sourwolfstories]

Hey! Can you rec some sterek soulmate! Fics pls? Thank you so much

Marked by Verya

The name of a person’s soulmate appears on their skin, in that person’s handwriting, at the age of twenty. Derek has been wondering for the past several years, what kind of name is Mieczyslaw?

Body Language by LadyMerlin

In an alternate universe, soulmates exist, and they can communicate with each other by writing on their own skin.

The catch? No one knows their soulmates’ name. It could literally be anyone under the sun, and Stiles just doesn’t have that kind of patience.

Ink Me by AsagiStilinski

Derek is never going to find his soulmate, because there’s no way in hell there exists a man named Mieczyslaw in Beacon Hills

Then Erica hires Stiles

Beat by Kalira

Derek’s heartsong isn’t quite normal, but he’s always loved the drumming beat that winds through his dreams. He didn’t expect to find that its origin, his other half, has been waiting right in front of him.

Accidents Happen by pyrrhical (anoyo)

Settling a soul bond was exactly as romantic as the movies made it seem: a simple kiss.

As it so happened, CPR worked, too.

Fate Thinks It’s Funny by AsagiStilinski

In a world where everyone has their soulmate’s first words to them printed on their wrists, Derek and Stiles end up with some of the worst: “Oh God please help” and “Derek” respectively

To be fair, their first meeting is almost as ridiculous as it sounds like it would be

Take My Mind, Take My Pain by LessonsFromMoths

Soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do.Stiles was born with a very visible black palm on his cheek.

Three Marks by sanam

“And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off—And suddenly it was done.Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt.”

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

In Name Only by Cobrilee

In a world where no one finds out who their soulmate is until after they get married, Stiles concocts the perfect scheme: marry his long-time client, Derek Hale…

You know. Just to find out who he should be marrying.

There’s no way this could go wrong.

Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles by CallieB

Yeah, pass the salt, Stiles.

They’re not particularly inspiring words. Not like the long stream of goo spilling over Scotty’s arm. But somewhere, Stiles’ soulmate is out there, waiting to say them to him.

If only he could stop thinking about the mysterious hot stranger he met in the woods.

A Second Chance at First Impressions by Cobrilee

Derek grew up with the world’s most embarrassing soulmark, which is honestly not the best first impression his soulmate could make. Then he meets the guy, and all of a sudden the soulmark doesn’t matter quite so much after all.

spice up your life! by callunavulgari

“I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.”

Derek, who has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is in middle school.”

Secondhand Soulmate by AnnoyinglyCute, Inell

Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes – 24% of the time, statistically speaking – people meet their soulmates and live happily ever after.

THIS isn’t that story.

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski, whose soulmate died before he was born. This is the story of all the sorrows and heartache Stiles experienced, all the bullying and oppression from those who should know better but didn’t. This is also the story of the friendships Stiles made along the way, of the battles he fought – and won – and the love that endured through it all.

I Was Present While You Were Unconscious by CharWright5

Stiles had often thought about how he’d meet his soul mate, the literal muscular man of his dreams. He just didn’t ever imagine finding him on Facebook where a friend had shared a news article about a werewolf John Doe in a coma after a car wreck four hours out of town. And he also didn’t expect to bond and fall in love with the guy’s family before ever saying two words to him out loud.

Written in the Stars by Quixoticity

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He’s got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He’s also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he’s waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren’t great but hey, Derek’s a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can’t believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There’s just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

94%, Dude by eeyore9990

The guy was really too young for the leather daddy aesthetic, but with the leather and the more-beard-than stubble and the eyebrows… Yeah, he was kinda working the hot grumpy leather daddy biker gang leader look.

And Stiles liked it.

***

For the prompt: Sterek soul mark fic wherein marks never match, they just line up perfectly to be a shape.

Marks and Mics by DLanaDHZ

Hale siblings Derek and Laura have been hired to run security for Stiles Stilinski’s music tour. Business as usual, except someone is trying really hard to prove they’re incapable and hurt Stiles. Derek finds himself curious about Stiles’ bitter attitude and a strange illness that plagues the singer. And on top of that, Derek’s soulmate remains elusive.

Worth Waiting For by yodasyoyo

Stiles slumps further in his desk chair, and stares disconsolately out of his bedroom window. Perhaps he should be celebrating. After all, this afternoon a soulmark appeared on his wrist revealing the name of his soulmate.

He has a soulmate.

Fuck. He scrubs one hand across his face.

This is a disaster.

Covered in Fur and (Your) Words by OverMyFreckledBody

People that said that the words on your skin - the first ones from your soulmate - didn’t matter or affect your life were big fat liars. Stiles is one hundred percent sure he wouldn’t have started creating costumes if it weren’t for the words What the hell kind of costume is that? on his arm. He’s also sure that if he never got into the hobby, he would never have met the man who said them.

Model Material by dobrien

Prompt: Soulmates AU where any tattoos one half of the soulmate pairing get show up on the other person’s body. Can be taken in any direction the author wants but no suicide etc.Model/Soulmate AU: Stiles finds out who his soulmate is and he’s willing to do what it takes to meet them, even if that means becoming a model for Alpha Fashion Magazine.

The Possibility of Silence and the Reality of Sound by crossroadswrite

Derek grew up knowing that soulmates are something to be cherished, so when he got a voice in his head, childish thoughts and flashes of color and objects, he’d excitedly jumped on his mother’s bed to tell her. She had smiled, ruffled his hair and told him how she was proud of him, even though Derek hadn’t really done anything.

I’m Lost In You by matildajones

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to.

He’s looking at his soulmate.

–

Stiles wakes up in his soulmate’s body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn’t wake up at all.

There’s a cup with his name on it by hellodickspeight

The sight before him is breathtaking. Wide opened whiskey eyes searching above his head, pink lips slightly parted, tongue wetting them as he considers his choice, messy brown hair sticking in every direction, moles dotting a pale skin, Derek can’t wait to ask for his name.

A soulmate AU where people have the first name of their soulmates written on their body.

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

Ever since he asked his mother one evening why she had his dad’s name tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There’s only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can’t even read.

Soul-Mark by PaigeRhiann

His wolf purrs happily because it has taken eighteen years and getting his family killed to finally discover the name of his promised. The person he’s destined to be with. Or, as Werewolves call it – Mate.

“Genim S.” He repeats

“That’s a really fucking weird name” Laura snorts, turning back to the movie.

“Yeah, it is” he nods.

Connected by readridinghood

After the death of his wife, Stiles finds himself left alone with their three children, struggling to keep from being sucked into a void of grief and despair that her death left him with. Knowing his children are safe in the pack’s arms under Derek’s watchful eyes, he struggles to regain his footing. What do you do when the world keeps tumbling over you and what you’ve thought of as fact no longer holds true? As the world comes back into focus, so does the love for Derek he thought he’d long since conquered and now with his eyes open, what he thought was the end of him, is only a new beginning.A decade after he fell in love with Stiles, countless days of keeping himself restrained while building a friendship with him, Derek finds out with absolute certainty that Stiles is his mate. You only mate once in your life, so how is it that Stiles was mated to Sophia, his wife and mother of his three children, the woman he is grieving the loss of at the same moment that Derek makes his discovery.

An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

Or—

A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

Soul McMates by distortedreality

The black script magically inked onto Stiles’ skin at birth declares that the first thing he’ll say to his soulmate is “welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you”.

Stiles’ life was clearly destined to be a fucking joke from the start.

Who’s the Loser Now? by Scavenger

Stiles just expects to run and swim, hopefully come at least third place, and then go home. The universe has other plans.

To Leave A Mark by Fanfiction_is_Literature

Stiles Stilinski was born with a strange mark on his skin that resembled a paw print. No one thought much about it since birthmarks weren’t rare, but Stiles started to notice it change as he got older.

Derek Hale was a rare werewolf: the kind with a soulmark on his skin. But as tragedy struck both him and his mate, his interest dwindled in finding him or her. That is, until he started to notice similar changes from his mark in a certain teenaged boy with an alarming amount of moles.

Or: The Soulmate AU where soulmates are rare and get tattoo-looking marks on their skins that describe their mate.

Sparks (Your Touch) by stilesanderek (minxxx)

Stiles has always dreamed of imprinting. Of touching someone for the first time and feeling his world changing right then and there. Of knowing that that person would love you and be with you until the day you die. And yet nothing could have prepared him for with whom he finally imprints.

Or in which when Stiles gets promoted to detective, he gets a new partner, Laura Hale, with whom he instantly becomes best friend and who he thinks is the most perfect person to step into his life, the only problem being that her brother Derek hates his guts.

Countdown by actingup

0000d 00h 00m 37s

He always imagined meeting his soul mate would take forever; that time would slow down and he would see them walking towards him, he would know without a doubt who it was. It might have been someone he’s seen before but never talked to, or it might be a complete stranger that he never would have guessed. He didn’t imagine it in front of about a hundred people, maybe two-hundred, at a Dolphin show.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Soulseeker by alisvolatpropiis

Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

[donttellstiles]

Second Chance At First Line

SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE

CH.2

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''He left you stranded at the party?'' I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was the first to be in the car, hoping into the passenger seat as Allison hopped in the back.

''Yeah, I talked to him about it though'' I cringed, seeing the scene for myself not far from the car. She seemed pretty pissed and she had every right to be.

''I'm starting to like Scott, a lot so I gave him a second chance, he really did look like he wasn't okay'' Allison defended. I nodded my head in agreement, remembering vaguely from the party.

''Ready to go girls?'' Dad opened the drivers side car door and hoped in, starting up the engine. I just nodded and popped in my ear phones, blasting up the music while resting my forehead against the window. I managed to catch a glimpse of Scott, the boy my sister is so adamant about.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion once I saw the horror on his face, staring straight at the car.

Was he okay?

Dad quickly sped off, leaving my thoughts to disappear to the back of my head as we rounded out of the school parking lot and onto the main road.

~*~*~*~*

''Did you apologise to Allison?'' Stiles asked, noticing his best friends posture leaning against the his locker in the boys locker room.

''Yeah'' Scott replied in daze.

''So is she giving you a second chance or...?'' Stiles continued, feeling bad for his friend.

''Yeah'' again, dazed.

''Yeah! All right! So everything's good!'' Stiles cheered, hitting the locker with his hand before turning to walk away.

''No'' Stiles stopped and quickly popped back around to face Scott.

''No?''

''Remember the hunters? Their dad is one of them'' Scott asked, still looking straight ahead as the rest of the team continued to get ready for training.

''Their dad?'' Stiles knew he was referring to both the Argents, Avery and Allison.

''Shot me...'' Scott glanced down.

''Argent's father?'' Stiles asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.

''...with a crossbow'' Stiles wasn't even sure if Scott was listening anymore.

''Argent's Fat-''

''Yes her father!'' Scott exclaimed earning a few weird looks from a few players off the team.

Stiles glanced at them and weakly smiled, sending them a smile wave as they scoffed and turned around to continue on.

''Oh, my god'' Stiles head swung back around to his best friend.

''No, Scott, come on'' Stiles rushed over and gripped his arm tightly as Scott's face contorted into sadness and panic.

''Hey, all right? he didn't recognise you, right?'' Scott still panicked. Stiles slapped his bicep.

''No, no, no I don't think so'' Scott answered back uncertainly.

''Do they know about him?'' Stiles asked.

''Oh yeah I don't know, what if she does?'' Stiles knew he was referring to Allison.

''Hey he didn't recognise you okay? Just go out and only think about Lacrosse. Here Scott take this'' Stiles quickly popped his gear into his arms before slapping his shoulder encouragingly.

''Just think about Lacrosse okay? Here. We. Go!'' Stiles cheered as he raced out of the boys locker room and out onto the field with the others.

~*~*~*~*

Scott's practice was running pretty heavily, with this new found aggression and anger swirling inside of him he ran over Jackson literally, ramming his shoulder into his. Scott then soon gripped his head tightly, feeling another headache coming on as he felt himself beginning to lose control. He fell down on all fours as Stiles quickly raced over, glad for the fact that everyone else seemed more concerned for Jackson at the moment.

''Woah, woah, woah Scott?'' Stiles asks, his voice laced with worry for his friend.

''I can't control it Stiles, it's happening'' Scott speaks in a pained voice, still gripping his head at the surrounding voices became louder and louder.

''What? Right here? Now?'' Stiles grew anxious himself, glancing over his shoulder as he tried to figure out what to do.

''Come on. Get up, go!'' He instructed Scott as he dragged him back inside and into the boys locker room.

''Come on. Here we go'' He tried to help calm Scott down as he staggered in, gripping the bench as his body began to tremble slightly. Stiles closed the lockers door, hoping for no one to come in or notice their missing presence.

''Sit down okay Scott. Scott, you okay?''

''Get away from me!'' Scott yelled in almost an animalistic voice. Stiles eyes widened in fear as he scrambled away from his best friend.

Scott chased after Stiles with a murderous glint in his eye. Stiles felt his heart pound in his chest as he moved about the boys locker room, trying to get away from Scott. He pounced up onto the beams above and growled down, his eyes shifting into their amber yellow.

Stiles finally made his way over to the front door of the lockers and grabbed the fire extinguisher, opening the door quickly and hiding behind it in the hallway, blowing the extinguisher in Scott's face as he came closer.

''Stiles?'' Stiles was merely confused upon hearing Scott's clear voice, his heart beginning to slow down a little.

Stiles peeked around slowly to see whether it was safe or not. He sighed in relief once he saw Scott glancing back at him with his usual brown eyes.

''What happened?'' Stiles dropped the extinguisher and took off his gloves, sweat trickling down his back and forehead.

''You tried to kill me'' He states 'matter-of-fact'. Scott looked up in astonishment, not believing his words. How could he do that to his own best friend?

''It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's the pulse rising, it's a trigger'' Stiles bent down in front of Scott as he spoke.

''But that's Lacrosse, it's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed'' Stiles nodded.

''Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field'' Stiles spoke half seriously half sarcastically.

''You can't play saturday, you are going to have to get out of the game'' Stiles said in disappointment, knowing how much this meant to him to be first string.

''But I'm first line'' Scott countered, even though he knew Stiles had a point.

''Not anymore''

~*~*~*~*

I loved volunteering at the BHMH already. Today was only my first day and I was surprised by how lovely all the staff members and patients were. I use to volunteer back in almost every town we moved into, finding peace and solitude with the sick. Weird I know, but I could help them. That in itself gave me harmony.

''Jackson!'' What in the hell where the doing here?''

''I'll be a minute'' Jackson replied in his usual jock tone. He really seemed to not give a damn about anything other than lacrosse, not even his own girlfriend. Though with both of them being vile I guessed they belonged with each other.

''Would you like some more water Ms Neville?'' I asked kindly to the old lady in the bed, frowning at her now empty cup and jug of water.

''Oh yes please dear'' I smiled before reaching for them, leaving the room to walk over towards the hospital kitchen.

I noticed a familiar brown haired boy but kept going, receiving Ms Neville's water before leaving.

''Hey Lydia, you probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology?'' I stopped in my path and tuned in to what was being said.

''Uh, anyway, I always thought that we had this connection, you know, unspoken of course'' I scoffed under my breath, feeling bad for the poor guy who was saying all this sappy crap.

''Maybe it'd be kinda cool to get to know-'' You walked back out into the open and continued down the hall.

Stiles head pivoted to this side in nervousness, not finding the right words to say. His breath got hitched inside his throat, he drew it down to nerves ut his eyes had found her, not too far from where he was standing. She was walking back down the hallway, excusing herself past people.

What was she doing here?

''Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?'' Stiles eyes still remained on her.

''No, forget it'' With that he turned around in a slight daze, not sparing another glance Lydia's way as he turned around to find a chair of his own to wait for Scott to reappear.

''Holy god!'' Stiles shouted underneath his breath in shock once he felt a tap on his shoulder abruptly from Scott.

''The scent was the same'' Stiles rose to his feet.

''You sure?''

''Yeah'' So many thoughts were racing through both their heads.

''So he did bury the other half of the body on his property'' Stiles said with a sigh, figuring it out.

''Which means we have proof he killed the girl'' Scott counters.

''I say we use it'' Stiles says. He sends one last fleeting glance in the direction the Argent walked off into before walking away.

~*~*~*~*

Both Scott and Stiles waited anxiously for Derek Hale to leave his property. Once he did, Stiles drove up to his house and parked, grabbing the gear from the back as both of them made their way to the side of his house.

''Wait, something's different'' Scott stopped in his tracks as Stiles kept going, placing the stuff down on the ground as he whipped out a shovel.

''Different how?'' Stiles asked.

''I don't know'' Scott replies in confusion, gripping his own shovel nervously.

''Let's just get this over with''

An hour later they were both continuing digging, Stiles feeling his arms beginning to strain and tire.

''This is taking too long'' Scott became panicked, sending a fearful look Stiles's way.

''Just keep going'' Stiles argued, continuing to dig.

''What if he comes back?''

''Then we get the hell out of here'' Stiles stated.

''What if he catches us?'' Stiles stops to turn to face Scott in annoyance.

''I have a plan for that''

''Which is?'' And Stiles always though he was the annoying and persistent one.

''You run one way, I run the other. Whoever he catches first, well, too bad'' Stiles joked, yet remained a calm composure as if he was serious. Scott stopped now too to face his best friend with annoyance of his own.

''I hate that plan'' Stiles returns to digging once sending a look towards Scott. He feels his shovel hits something and shoots out an arm towards Scott.

''Wait, stop, stop'' Stiles bent down to remove some of the dirt away as Scott's eyes look down in confusion.

Scott found some knots, trying to untie them.

''Hurry'' Scott says, reaching for some more knots of rope.

''I'm trying, did he have to tie this thing in like a 900 knots?'' Stiles countered back frustratedly. Once the rope was unknotted, both boys removed the tarp before jumping back and letting out a frightful scream.

''What the hell is that!?'' Stiles screamed, glancing at Scott and away from the dead wolf.

''It's a wolf'' Scott said in recognition.

''Yeah, I can see that'' Stiles sarcastically quipped. Scott ignored him and leant forwards, frowning.

''I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?''

''I told you something was different'' Stiles rolled his eyes and glanced around anywhere besides at the dead wolf. Gosh, he could smell it too.

His eyes soon focused on a flower nearby, planted on it's own. That was bizarre. He got up and made his way over as Scott still examined the wolf.

''Do you see that?'' Scott's eyes shot up to Stiles.

''See what?''

''That flower'' Stiles pointed across, Scott following his gaze.

''Yeah, what about it?'' Scott really didn't see what Stiles was trying to get out, he wanted to cover up the.. wolf as soon as he could and call the police.

''I think it's wolfsbane'' Scott stared at his best friend confused.

''What's that?'' Stiles turned his head to face Scott with a scowl.

''Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?'' Scott shook his head.

''No''

''Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains?'' Again, Scott shook his head.

''The original classic werewolf movie?'' Stiles couldn't believe he hasn't seen them considering now he was one.

''No, what?'' Scott asks exasperated.

''You are so unprepared for this'' Stiles huffs before continuing on to the flower. Hr grips it tightly and yanks it from the ground, noticing rope wrapped around it's stem. He pulled and moved slowly as the rope began coming out of the ground, more wolfsbane along the rope. Scott stayed back and watched his friend curiously before glancing down into the dug up hole.

''Stiles?''

''Yeah- oh!'' Stiles dropped the rope and rushed over to the hole, following Scott's gaze. He froze, seeing a now dead girl staring back up at them.

~*~*~*~*

I hung my hair towel once I was finishing popping the heavy wet mass into a ponytail. I exited the bathroom and turned the light off, opening the door to go back into my bedroom. I sigh to myself and glanced around my still vacant room. There were still boxes that I hadn't bothered to unpack yet. I wasn't sure if I was ever really going to. I found no use too seeing as we'l move again soon anyway.

My eyes widened once I hear the screeching of tires outside and a loud thud. I race down the stairs and out the front door where Allison was leaning down in front of the car, dad racing out.

''Allison!'' I screamed from behind, hoping she was okay''

''I'm fine Avery'' Allison answered back, her gaze down. I sighed in relief as I slowly approached the both of them, just now noticing Scott on the ground.

''Oh my god, Scott are you okay?'' I ask worriedly, rushing over towards his side.

''Yeah I'm fine'' He sends a grateful smile my way as he grunts and begins to stand up, Allison keeping an a hand on his arm to steady him.

''Sorry I hit your car, I was just coming to say hi'' Scott was sounding way too innocent which made me smile. The brown eyes boy was definitely growing on me. Allison chuckled.

''You sure you're okay?'' dad asks warily.

''Yeah'' Scott was now on his feet.

''I should go, I've got a lacrosse game to get to'' He stated, glancing at Allison with a nervous smile. Them two were absolutely adorable.

''You're still coming right?'' He asks.

''Of course I'm coming'' Allison flirts. I roll my eyes but smile anyway, knowing dad wasn't liking this very much.

''We both are'' Dad cut in, Allison and Scott looking towards him with dropped smiles.

''I'm already going with Allison dad it's okay'' I stepped in, Allison sending me a 'thank you' glance.

''I insist'' of course he does. When he 'insisted' there really was no getting out of it.

~*~*~*~*

(Now without the leather jacket)

I took a seat beside dad in the stands, glancing around to see everyone bundled up because of the cold. I rubbed my arms a little, wishing I had warn something warmer.

''I told you to bring a jacket'' Dad states with disapproval.

''I didn't know it'd be this cold'' I countered back, glancing around to soak everything in. Allison just sat beside me nervously. I noticed her hands trembling slightly, though I knew it wasn't from the cold.

''Are you okay?'' I ask, concern for my twin. She turns to me and smiles nervously.

''Yeah, just a little anxious'' You smiled and reached for her hand, letting your body warmth soothe her a little.

''Thanks''

''Allison?'' You looked up and frowned once you saw Lydia Martin. Her hands were full of two massive posters, both of which referred to Jackson. I rolled my eyes and let go of Allison's hand as she smiled and offered Lydia to sit with us.

''Be nice'' Allison nudged my side and whispered quietly. A whistle blew in the distance and soon everyone began to cheer. I guess this was the start of the game.

~*~*~*~*

The game was brutal. We were behind by two and you could feel the tension rising in the air. I even found myself beginning to cheer alongside Allison and Lydia.

There was another harsh collusion and I cringed.

''Is there supposed to be this much violence in Lacrosse?'' I asked aloud.

''Not really'' Lydia replies, reaching for one of her signs. She asks Allison for helps and she happily does so. Both of them stand an hold the sign up. My gaze drifts over to the field where I spot Scott, the only guy not to receive the ball tonight. It almost looked like as if they were deliberately not passing to him.

I saw the heartbroken expression on his face and frowned to myself. My eyes continued drift as the crowd cheered once again. I glanced down towards the bench where the other players were and came across the number 24, Stilinski.

I tilted my head to the side as I recognized the buzz cut. As if he could sense my gaze the boy turned around, his eyes widening slightly once they saw me. I smiled and waved, biting my lip softly as I took in his features.

He was cute.

He looked away nervously. I smirked.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

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deaf/HoH or blind sterek?

I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one  :P  I do like these types of fics tho.  :P

Also:

anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf, blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !         

This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).

Enjoy the fics!  -Emmy

First up:  Deaf

(Ooooooh…he gives me Derek vibes :D )

Deaf!Derek

You Don’t Have to Hear Your Heartbeat to Feel It by redhoodedwolf

(1,186 I General I Complete)  *sterek, college au, TA!derek, college student!stiles

It took Stiles longer than he’d like to admit for him to discover his TA for Mythological Studies was deaf.

Little Gestures by Stereksale7

(1,976 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, driver!derek

Derek is a deaf Uber driver.

He’s hardly thanked by his passengers, and when he is, it’s seldom genuine.

In comes Stiles Stilinski, who changes it all.

Give Me a Sign by WhichWolfWins

(2,215 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, loss of virginity

Stiles decides to learn sign language so he can communicate better with Derek and he ends up using it to communicate his feelings for him.

Laughter is the Best Medicine by literaryoblivion

(4,432 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles

He hasn’t always been deaf.

Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.

He misses it. A lot.

Speak to Me by Ember

(9,168 I Teen I Complete)

Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes

(15,645 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, au, food blogger!derek

One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

~

“Derek,” he says again, and the name feels very strange on his tongue. “You don’t mean Derek Hale.”

His professor’s eyebrows reach up, eyes widening. “You read his blog?”

“Uh. Worship. Would be a better more descriptive word. That is Derek Hale?”

Jimmy chuckles. “Good-looking guy, huh?”

“You mean to tell me the Food Network hasn’t snatched him up to dethrone everyone else from daytime TV.”

Jimmy smiles a small private smile. “I don’t think TV is his medium.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow. “Shy?”

The man laughs heartily at that. “No, I wouldn’t say that. He just has particular forms of expression, like eyebrows and chili powder.”

Counting to Infinity by artenon

(15,763 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek goes deaf, he finds himself going to Stiles for help. Stiles does.

Want You To Shut Up (Even Though I Cannot Hear You) by ChairmanChurch

(19,487 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au, roommates, alive hale family

“Wait, wait,” Scott scrutinized him suspiciously, “is all of this about the killer thing or just that you want to ogle at your roommate’s body?”

“No way, dude. I have my standards. Not the guy with eery green grey eyes, perfectly trimmed stubble and stupid bunny teeth.”

(Or the one in which Derek is deaf and Stiles doesn’t stop talking, and Isaac’s finally being helpful)

Deaf!Stiles

The Music Of your Body by GameCake

(2,389 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, dancer!stiles

Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.

I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.

It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.

Hush by gryvon

(5,101 I General I Complete)  *scott/stiles, alive hale family

Scott becomes infatuated with Derek’s friend Stiles.

Heartbeats by lizleminem

(5,441 I Mature I Complete)  *scott/stiles

When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.

Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”

Savagely Wicked by KrAuEd

(6,241 I Mature I Complete)   *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family

Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.

(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)

Communication (And Lack Thereof) by impalagirl, wilddragonflying

(7,761 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, proposals, weddings

Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(11,010 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

And the Rest Was Silence by Reaping

(13,417 I Explicit I Complete)

April 16th: Noise

“Still can’t hear, go away.” He forms the words carefully, not sure how loud they are, but sure the wolves will get it.

Passing Notes to Say I Love You by AceLotti

(18,618 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au

Love is Deaf. You can’t just tell someone you love them. You have to show them.

Silent by Handsofred

(28,313 I General I Complete)   *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles

Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.

Silence is Loudest by codarra

(132,553 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time

Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.

The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.

“Accident.”

“Car crash.”

“Hit and run.”

“Sick. Really sick.”

“Disease.”

“Brain damage.”

“Brain dead.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

Blind

Blind!Stiles

Blind Guy Walking Here by foodunderstandsme

(1,141 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.

It’s Just Like You To Come And Go (series) by wednesdays

(2,469 I Teen I Series WIP)

Stiles is blind. Derek may or may not like him a little lot.

Blind Trust by FairyNiamh

(3,255 I General I Complete)  *sterek, high school au, human au

Derek hates his life, hates moving, and hates that some kid keeps staring at him.

I see You Better by theroguesgambit

(4,686 I Teen I Complete)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

In the Darkness by Boy On Strings

(7,817 I Mature I Complete) *sterek

Stiles is blinded in the final showdown with the Alpha, Derek tries to comfort him after realizing he almost lost something forever.

Can’t Stay Away by mommymuffin

(10,689 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, mutilation

“It’s really quite simple, Derek,” Deucalion drawls. “You pick one to kill tonight, you kill the rest later, you become part of my pack.”

“And if I refuse?” Derek growls.

“We’ll kill one of them anyway.”

Heretics and Bastards by JusticeBanana

(13,229 I Mature I WIP)  *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles

Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.

Love is Blind by super_queer

(14,238 I Not Rated I Complete)  *major character death, sterek, werewolf!stiles, alpha!stiles

Stiles loses his sight in a terrible accident, but Derek is determined to give him a good life regardless.

Sinking Like a Stone by iamnightbird

(20,012 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

What Big Eyes You Have (Series) by A_Lesbian_With_Pink_Hair

(20,978 I G-E I Complete)  *sterek, mates

An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.

Serendipity by mynamjo

(45,141 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, artist!derek, magic!stiles, florist!stiles

Derek moves back to Beacon Hills to open up his new art gallery when he meets a blind boy who won’t leave him alone.

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(83,738 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

He Sees Me For Me by Karlarado

(23,999 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, dad!derek

Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(83,015 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

Blind!Derek

Definitely Actually a Love Story by saltyavocado (rainglazed) 

(2,057 I General I Complete)  *sterek, Scott and Derek are brothers

Second and final part to the Bigbro!Derek verse.

The Colors of the Rainbow by MagnusBanewood 

(3,425 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek arrives at his new high school he is afraid that people will make fun of him again. But then he meets Stiles and slowly falls in love with his voice.

Feeling You by secretfanboy 

(6,158 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek,

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski’s take him in.  As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better?  Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

[eternalstereksecretsanta]

Which one of us is Ken?

@kieren-fucking-walker | AO3

When they wake up, they’re packed in boxes and in front of them are a lot of Nerf guns carefully organized. 

The Barbie AU no one asked for. Fluff. Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Post-canon. Kid!Fic. But not actually theirs. Dolls.

So. There was a witch involved. Because there always has to be a witch involved when this kind of things happen. What kind of things happened, you ask? Well, Stiles can very well tell you he’s not in the mood for explanations and to fuck off. Derek probably won’t answer but it isn’t like that’s something new.

The thing about the situation is that, neither of them can move on their own. And no, it’s not because of Kanima poison, or because some petrificus totalus shit. It’s because they got turned into dolls.

Yes.

Dolls.

The Barbie kind.

Laugh all you want, they can’t actually do anything to stop you.

There was a fight, they got hit by a spell and next thing they know, they’re inside of a box, in the toy zone of a store, in front of the Nerf guns. And a little girl is in front of them begging her dad to buy the Derek and Stiles’ boxes. Because they’re in separated boxes, but the little girl didn’t want to leave them alone in the hall and bless her little soul and her dad’s. Neither of them want to be alone right now.

So, both of them are Kens and the little girl, Suzie, if they heard correctly, is really into Barbie right now and she needs some Kens for her Barbie’s house. She calls them by their names, so they assume the boxes have their names printed on them… but that doesn’t actually make them feel better.

***

Her room is big. At least from the size they are right now, it is. It’s painted in bright pink and she has a big doll house in one corner where she puts both Stiles and Derek, now out of their boxes. They’re supposed to be in a tea party with four other girls and four other guys. They don’t understand why she needed two more guys if the couples were made. Once she’s called to have dinner and they’re alone in the room, the dolls start to wake up and take life.

“Oh my god! You’re both so adorable together! I understand why Suzie pick you up,” one of the Barbies, the doctor one, says.

“What do you mean?” Stiles answers, feeling himself a little rusty as he moves his plastic limbs.

“I mean you look cute. Duh. I’m Summer, by the way,” she answers with a smile.

Of course there’s a Barbie Summer here, Stiles thinks.

“This is Christie,” she points at her right, a girl with dark skin and beautiful smile. “Teresa,” she points her left and a girl with light-brown skin waves at them. “And that one is Barbara, but we all call her Barbie. She’s sad.” They look at the generic Barbie, sitting in a corner of the house.

“Why?” Stiles asks.

“Oh, Kenneth and she broke up again. He accused Barbie of cheating and he’s now somewhere. He was sitting here minutes ago.” Summer answers, looking around. “Huh. Well, you’ll meet Ken soon enough. Now, the boys!” the three girls giggle and then look serious again. “Allan, Brad and Curtis.” They look unbothered, talking and not paying attention to them. “They’re so handsome…” Summer says in a sigh and Derek and Stiles cringe. “So, what are your names?”

“Derek,” Stiles answers for them, knowing Derek’s not going to say a word. He points at Derek who has his arms crossed over his chest. “And I’m Stiles.”

“Stiles… That’s a really unusual name,” Teresa says.

“It’s a nickname. My real name is Polish.”

“Oh… And which collection are you?” Christie asks.

Derek and Stiles look at each other and they share an eyebrows-to-mouth conversation and Stiles looks back at them, the three looking at them weirdly. Oddly enough, he thinks of the pack.

“We’re not actually dolls.” Stiles says.

“What do you mean?”

“We, uh… We were humans, until two hours ago…” the three girls take a step back and Stiles sighs, sitting on his chair again. “We were attacked by a witch and got turned into dolls. When we woke up we were inside the boxes and Suzie was picking us up. But our friends are still out there, probably worried about us because they don’t know where we are… so if we suddenly disappear, you now know why.” Stiles finishes, and Derek looks at him like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Why were you fighting a witch?” Barbie asks, from her corner and every doll in the room look at her.

“That’s kinda what we do. We’re a pack. Derek here, he’s a werewolf… or at least he’s supposed to be a werewolf, I don’t know how that spell works. How are you feeling, you feeling wolfie or human? Can you smell me? What do I smell like?”

“Yes, Stiles. I can smell you perfectly fine.” Derek answers, gritting his teeth. “You smell like plastic. But underneath all of that it’s the same scent you’ve always had. And yes, I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Huh… Well, that’s something, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I can shift.”

“Oh, fuck!”

All of the dolls in the room gasp and Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles looks at them confused.

“What is it?”

“You said a curse word, Stiles.” Derek answers.

“Oh… Huh.”

***

Two nights later, Suzie left the house prepared for a big party and when she’s asleep, all dolls come to life and put the music on, starting to dance at the rhythm and Derek escapes the room. Stiles follows him the moment he realizes he’s going to the first floor, probably, and sits beside him on the three steps, on the porch. Derek is looking at the bed where Suzie sleeps, it’s beside the window and they can see the night outside, the light of a street lamp breaking through the curtains.

“Hey,” Stiles says, not looking at Derek.

“Hey.”

They stay silent for a few minutes, listening to the loud music upstairs and ignoring the fun the other dolls are having.

“Do you think they’ll find a way to get to us? Soon?” Derek asks, trying to mask his worried tone.

“I don’t know… They’ll probably find a rather quick way… If they didn’t kill the witch.”

“If… they didn’t quick the witch.” Derek murmurs and then sighs defeated. “They killed the witch.”

“They totally killed the witch.” Stiles answers and then chuckles. “Why do our friends are the ‘kill, then ask questions’ type of people?”

“I don’t really know… We’ll be stuck in here for a long time, huh?” Derek looks at him with a tired expression.

“Seems like it.”

***

A month and a half into the spell, Suzie comes to the room crying, all the dolls exchange worried looks and it’s not the first time Stiles has seen them wanting to go over to Suzie to hug her. Even he wants to do it. Derek looks uncomfortable on his seat but he does look worried, his eyebrows say so. Suzie falls asleep somewhere between the crying and sobbing and they all talk about what could possibly have happened to make Suzie cry like that. The next morning, Suzie has puffy eyes and her throat is soar when she speaks, her father hasn’t come to wake her up and she wanders in the room, looking for a pretty white dress he bought for her a few weeks ago. The dolls don’t know what’s happening and they confess they were a gift from her dad a few months ago. When she has her dress on her bed, she walks to the Barbie house and picks Derek and Stiles. She climbs on the bed again and sits them on the windowsill, looking outside of the house.

“Today’s my birthday…” she murmurs, and she sounds small, shouldn’t she be happy? “And yesterday was my mommy’s anniversary.”

Oh…

“Daddy should be asleep. He said we have a big party today for me with my family, but you know, I just want my mommy back,” she says with a watery voice. “You know? I picked you both because… in your boxes said that Stiles didn’t have a mother like me, and Derek didn’t have a family… I wanted you to give company to each other…” she sobs, and Stiles wants to hug her so badly, he almost feels his plastic limbs moving. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have make her go to buy that cake. It was my fault…”

The room’s door opens and her dad comes in running, eyes red, full of tears and a sad expression on his face, he hugs her and rocks her on her lap while murmuring it wasn’t her fault, and it’ll never be her fault. They both cry hugging each other with force, and after a few minutes he sobs and kisses her head.

“Come on, baby. We have a birthday party to prepare and the princess needs to give all the orders.”

She chuckles and sobs at the same time, and then she jumps out of her dad’s lap and smiles all watery.

“I’ll take a shower! The king should do that too! All the invitations said they should come for lunch and the castle needs to be prepared!” she runs for the bathroom, laughing, and her father stays sitting on the bed, he sighs and touches the white dress with careful hands.

Then he stands up and leaves the room.

***

“You ok?” Stiles asks Derek once the door is closed.

“It was my fault, you know? They’re all dead because of me.”

Stiles looks at him like he’s crazy and Derek flinches from his gaze. Stiles realizes that maybe, in these 14 years since the fire, no one has ever told Derek it wasn’t his fault, and that makes him angry.

“Did you start the fire?” he asks, anger on his voice.

“No, but…”

“Did you lock your family in your basement?” he asks again.

“No, but…”

“Did you put the circle of mountain ash?” Stiles interrupts again.

“No! But…!”

“Then it wasn’t your fault!” Stiles almost yells.

“I lured her into my house! I was the one who showed her we were werewolves!”

“She already knew, Derek!” Stiles says, voice almost cracking. Derek has thought about this so many times because Kate worked him up into thinking it. “She was aware of you and your family, Derek. You didn’t tell her anything she wasn’t in the know of. It. Wasn’t Your. Fault.”

“But if I didn’t… If I didn’t let her talk me into having a relationship…”

“She would have found a way to get to all of you. To burn the house with all of you inside. Laura, Cora and you too. There wouldn’t be any Hales left.”

“And what good has done that, huh!?” Derek retorts, “Peter killed my older sister. Cora was kidnapped. I killed my uncle.”

“But you, Derek, you are alive. Cora is alive. Peter, although crazy, is alive. Maybe Laura isn’t, but she wouldn’t want you to think the world would be better if you weren’t in it. It wouldn’t, and you know that. You know that.”

Derek doesn’t say anything, he just lowers his head, looking at his hands.

“You know that, right?” Stiles asks, worried tone on his voice, and he tries to make Derek look at him. “Derek?”

“I know. I just can’t help but think about it.”

“Nobody is asking you to stop thinking about it. I know it’s hard to stop thinking about the ‘what if’s, but you need to understand and believe it wasn’t your fault, and that the world would be really different without you.”

“Thanks…” Derek murmurs.

“That’s what I’m here for, Der…ek. Just like Suzie said, I’m here to keep you company. And call on your bullshit.”

Derek chuckles a bit and Stiles calls it a win.

***

Suzie plays with them a lot, but she doesn’t bring any friend to her room. She imagines these big fairy tales where the girls are the ones that save the boys, or where everyone is kidnapped in one of the rooms and superhero-Stiles saves the day and gets the guy. Sometimes she does these big tea parties and she invites her dad to sit with her and drink cold water from a teacup. There are other times where she takes one doll and she just falls sleep holding it, and it would surprise Stiles that she picks Derek a lot more than any of the others. Both of them need a lot of cuddles and snuggles, so he doesn’t complain – that much –. When Suzie sleeps, and Derek is not on her bed, he sits on the house’s porch and Stiles sits beside him to make him company. They don’t talk about the fire anymore, or about the Nogitsune, even if Stiles ‘wakes up’ from nightmares when Derek sleeps with Suzie. They are very aware that both of them have demons, and they should talk about them, but it almost seems like their eyebrows-to-mouth conversations can express more than words.

The first time they hold hands it’s because of Suzie. They’re in one of the weekly tea parties, and she paired everyone. In the end, Stiles and Derek sat beside each other – shocker – and Suzie took their plastic hands and put one on top of the other. It isn’t their first ‘casual’ touch (if they count the hand-on-shoulder thing), but it’s really weird because Derek’s hand feels cold on his hand, it’s uncomfortable because they can’t blend their palms into each other’s, and Stiles feels the urge to move his hand and intertwine their fingers, even if it’s impossible because his fingers are stick to each other.

It’s weird. It’s uncomfortable. And Stiles wants more.

***

It’s not that Derek isn’t aware of Stiles constant presence beside him. He is, he really is. But as a doll, he can’t really use his senses to feel if there is any threat coming from outside. So, he just focuses on the figure constantly sitting by his side on the porch. Stiles is a lot quieter in this doll form, like he doesn’t really have something to say to Derek. And Derek gets it, they’re together most of the day, it’s almost impossible for them to have something to say that the other doesn’t already know. That, of course, if they don’t talk about their past issues. Because that seems like a taboo topic between them.

“I just realized that I’ve been missing work for two and a half months…” Stiles comments, frowning.

“It’s been two and a half months?” Derek asks, looking at him with his eyebrows raised.

“I know, right? It doesn’t seem like it. Do you think Suzie will miss us when they rescue us?”

“She probably would. She likes talking to us…”

“She does… I’m gonna miss her too, you know? She’s a nice girl and I really hope she can grow into the grieve of her mother’s death. It’ll make her feel empty in a few years, when she needs someone to talk about boys, or girls, or just something she doesn’t want to tell her dad. And she’s gonna miss her really, really much.”

“I know… It’s really messed up that she has to feel that pain at such young age.”

“Yeah…”

They don’t say anything else. Suzie’s 7 now, she won’t remember her mother’s face and she’ll only recognize her when she sees her on photos. And Derek and Stiles can’t help but think about their own mothers. 10 and 16 aren’t ages to lose a parent either. No age is an age to lose a parent.

***

When they wake up, they’re lying on the floor, have the clothes Suzie put on them last night, and the pack is looking at them with open eyes and bright smiles.

“We did it!” Scott says excited and kneels down to hug Stiles.

“Oh, my god, Scott, please let me move” Stiles complains when he can’t stand up.

“We’re back,” Derek murmurs. “We’re back, Stiles.” He says again.

“Yeah!” Stiles says, getting up and offering a hand to Derek, he takes it and stands up too. “Dude, I have three months of paperwork to do… That’s gonna be so much fun.” He says sarcastically.

“Three months?” Scott says. “Bro, you’ve been gone for two days, three at max.”

“What?” they both murmur.

“Yeah. We killed the witch.” Derek and Stiles snort and the pack look at them suspiciously. “And we came to Deaton. Lydia found how to bring you back. She said you were in Sacramento but didn’t specify how you got there.” Scott continues.

“Yeah, the witch turned us into dolls and a little girl bought us at a store. We didn’t know where we were, we figured we were still here…” Stiles answers and then his eyes widen. “Derek!” he pats Derek’s arm rapidity until he rolls his eyes and looks at him. “Suzie!”

They both look at each other, silent conversation going on until Derek sighs and rubs his palm on his face, Stiles looks anxious and he starts looking around the room. They’re at the vet, obviously, but Deaton is nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Deaton?” Stiles asks.

“In the other room, he’s taking care of a puppy and… where are you going!?” Malia says.

“To see Deaton, come on, Derek!” Derek walks behind him rapidly, the pack look at each other and they walk behind them, curiously.

Alan Deaton is treating with carefulness a scared puppy. It’s brown, it’s trembling and tries to hide from Deaton’s touch.

“Deaton!” Stiles says, entering the room, the puppy squeaks.

“Mr. Stilinski, could you please be quiet? This puppy is as afraid as it is without you bursting into the room.”

“I’m sorry, but this is important.” Stiles continues, hushed voice instead of loud, looking at the puppy.

“Ah, yes. I guess I’m supposed to say, ‘Welcome back’, right?” he says, condescending tone ever so present.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re back, yay us. That’s not exactly what I want to ask you.”

“And what is it, then?” Deaton takes the puppy on his hands and puts it in a box, where the other puppies are jumping happily at the new member.

Overwhelming love, Stiles thinks and snorts.

“So, let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that the witch turned us into Barbie dolls and this little girl bought our boxes in a store, probably in Sacramento. We’re back and Scott tells us we’ve only been gone for a couple of days, but to us it was like three months. Will that still happen? Like, Su–the little girl– will bought the toys boxes and take them to her house, right? Hypothetically speaking, of course.” Stiles rushes to say.

“I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean, Mr. Stilinski, but hypothetically speaking, I don’t think she’ll be able to find the same toys where she left them because they don’t actually exist.”

“Damn it,” Stiles murmurs and then groans in exasperation.

It’s only been three months, he tells himself, but she’s in desperately need to talk to someone about everything and… god, when did I start to care so much for her?

“Is there a spell that can work out a stuffed doll or Barbie dolls out of the essence of someone?”, surprisingly, Derek asks.

“There might be, yes. But we need a witch for that to happen. A powerful one at that.”

“I can talk to miss Cadogan. I’m sure she’ll be eager to help.” Stiles mutters to Derek.

“She’s too old, Stiles.” Someone from behind says but he doesn’t have the willpower to care who it was.

“Text me everything we need. And take a shower first, please. You haven’t showered in three months.” Derek says, and there’s a smirk there, on his lips.

“Oh, shut up, you don’t smell that good either.”

And just when Derek turns around, Stiles realizes the missing, soothing hand on the small of his back that was most likely, very surely and distinctly Derek’s.

***

They’re going around the toy store, walking the aisles in employee’s uniforms. At the moment, they haven’t encountered another employee going around and the other two that let them borrow their uniforms are very well placed in the janitor’s closet. Very well unconscious. They’re whispering banter back and forth, smirking the whole time and walking really close when they spot Suzie’s father, trying to control the little girl’s outburst about toys.

“I don’t get it, dad! They were right here! I want my Derek and Stiles back!” she says, looking behind dolls like if she moves them enough, she can find another pair.

“We’ll find them somewhere, baby.” Her father answers, and he looks tired. A lot more tired than the last time they saw him.

“Hello, what seems to be the problem?” Stiles asks them, smile on his face.

“Stiles!” Suzie says and Stiles’ heart clenches.

“Suzie, honey, it’s not polite to call people by other names that are not theirs.” His father says, looking a little astonished, probably noticing the resemblance between the toys and the two men standing in front of them.

“I’m sorry…” she murmurs and lows down her head.

“It’s ok…” Derek answers softly. “Are you looking for a Stiles’ doll?”

“Yes! And Derek’s!” Suzie answers before her father.

“Well, little Suzie, we’re afraid to tell you that they’re discontinued. They weren’t that popular in the doll version, but we do have one last item in the Stiles and Derek collection.”

“I wanna see it! Can we see it, daddy?” she says eagerly.

“Of course, we can, honey. Please, gentlemen, show us the way.”

Derek and Stiles walk around some aisles until they’re in the stuffed animal and doll hall. In the middle of one of the shelves there’s a stuffed version of Stiles and Derek, holding hands. Stiles has a set of moles, brown eyes, a big smile and a blush. Derek has his eyes electric blue, two fluffy fangs in each corner of his mouth and a little flush too. They’re wearing the same clothes they had when they first disappeared, and Suzie looks so happy Stiles can’t help but smile with her.

“And you know, little Suzie,” Stiles says. “This version of them is a little bit different from the two dolls’ version.”

“Really? Why?” she asks, interested in the story.

“Well, I’m sure the boxes you bought last time had them separated, right?” Stiles continues, kneeling down in front of her. She nods, and he leans forward, like telling her a secret. “Well, they found each other. You know Derek and Stiles were friends before that?” she denies, looking impressed and teary. “They were! But they fought a lot. And then they realized they had a lot of things to bond around and they found each other. And now you found them, and they’ll be there with you, always.”

“Won’t they disappear like the other two dolls?” she asks, innocently frowning and pouting.

“No, of course not. I’m sure they had to fight an evil witch and that’s why they couldn’t get back to you. But these two? These two are not going to leave you alone as long as you want them there.”

“Yay!” she says and then her father is taking her hand and guiding her to the front to pay, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’.

“Oh, and this one is on the house. Don’t worry about it.” Derek says.

“But…”

“There’s no worry, seriously.” Derek continues. “We’re just pleased we can make her happy.”

They wave at her a goodbye and Stiles stands up, almost loosing balance. Derek catches him, and he exhales on his ear.

“Be careful.” He mumbles.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be here to catch me if I fall, right?” Stiles turns with a small, shy smile, and Derek nods. “Good.”

Derek takes his hand, interlocks their fingers and starts guiding him to the back, where the janitor’s closet is. Ready to go back to their lives and comfortable with the thought that Suzie will have a little piece of them that’ll protect her from whatever-comes-through-her-door. Meanwhile? Meanwhile Derek and Stiles play turns on which one of them gets to be Ken this time. The pack doesn’t really get why they joke around about Barbie and friends, and they seriously don’t want to ask when they start kissing.

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Doors//Stiles Stilinski

Anon: Can I request a Stiles x female!reader with the prompt number 8 that looks like "you're basically the only reason I get up the morning?" But like the reader is feeling sad, anxiety and all that, and when she's at the lowest she kinda confesses her bad emotional state to him? Something like that would be super awesome ❤❤❤❤ and you're even more awesome ❤❤❤❤❤❤

8. “You are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.”

(Set in season 6b, if senior year had dragged on longer and Stiles was still in BH)

Y/N POV

I love Beacon Hills, I really do, but sometimes it really sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I have great friends and it’s a beautiful place to live, but the one thing I could do without was the huge magnet that this town was to the supernatural. Alpha packs, berserkers, dread doctors, ghost riders, hell, some kid even turned into a shapeshifting lizard. With all that’s been going on in the past couple years, I’ve been pretty proud of myself keeping my grades up. That is, until basically the entire town decided to turn against my friends and take up arms.

Feelings of distress buzzed through my body as I hurried to finish my test. The scribbles on the page were barely legible but were written as quickly as possible as not to run out of time. I began the last paragraph of my essay right as the bell rang, and my heart dropped into my chest. I thought I had more time. I tried to scan over my work one more time before the teacher spoke: “Pencils down everyone, time’s up. Please staple your pages together and hand them in before you leave”.

I filed in line with the rest of the class and absentmindedly turned in my work. The pressure in my chest and the knots in my stomach made me feel sick as I walked through the halls. If I didn’t get at least a decent grade on the test I just took, and the ones I took yesterday, I could fail.  The frown that was more than likely showing across my face was replaced with an imposter of a smile as I walked through the doors of the cafeteria, meeting my friends at our usual table. The chatter of students and conversations between friends past by me with no effect. The anxiety that I felt was so profound that I didn’t even hear my own best friend trying to grab my attention.

“Y/N?.. Y/N!” Lydia said more forcefully, breaking me from my trance. My head snapped up, eyes meeting hers, which held a confused gaze.

“Are you okay?” she asked with more worry in her voice, and soft curls bounced around her shoulders. “I’m fine” I answered, a little too quickly, breaking eye contact and shifting my gaze to the floor. She left her seat at the other side of the table and came to my side. She took my hands in hers, making my eyes shift back to hers. She didn’t say a word but gave me that look. The look that meant “I’m here for you no matter what, and you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I’ll figure it out eventually”, the one with the caring puppy dog eyes that could make even Derek Hale spill his inner-most feelings.

I took a deep sigh before speaking, knowing she had won. “It’s my grades Lyd. If I didn’t do well on the past couple tests, I could fail. What am I going to do if I fail one of my classes? It’s senior year, I need all of these credits to graduate”. She sat silently and listened intently, before bringing one of her arms around me to rub my back. “I’m sure you did just fine Y/N, you’re a smart girl. And even if you get a bad grade, it’s just one test. You have the rest of the semester to bring your grade up” she explained, “And if you’re still worried about your scores, you can always check your grades online”.

I nodded to her with a smile and she gave me a small hug before returning to her seat across the table. Maybe my scores were in the database, it had been a few days since I’d taken the test. I grabbed the phone from my pocket and quickly began typing in my login information. The slow school wifi hadn’t changed a bit in the last week, and I sat anxiously waiting for the screen in front of me to load. The knots in my stomach returned once again once the screen did load. The number staring back at me was way lower than I had initially expected and I couldn’t help the tears from welling up in my eyes. I grabbed my bag from the floor and almost ran out of the cafeteria doors. I made my way down the hallway and through the parking lot. This day was becoming too much for me, numbers swirled in my head, and tears fell from my eyes.

Hours after arriving home, I hadn’t strayed from my bed. I let the blankets envelop me completely as slow music played softly in the background. The tears that fell from my eyes have since dried, and the pressure in my chest had released. I turned my phone to silent as soon as I got home, not wanting to deal with any other problems the world outside was having at the moment. I let the music lull me back into a daze, and rested my head against the pillow.

Stiles POV

Ever since I saw Y/N earlier, I knew something was wrong. As soon as school was over, I jumped in the jeep and sped to her house. I parked, and ran up the front sidewalk as quickly as I could. When I reached the end of the walk, I reached my hand up to knock on the door, but was surprised to see that it wasn’t fully shut in the first place. I stepped cautiously inside the doorway and looked around for any sign of Y/N. Without seeing anything, I shut the front door behind me and quietly made my way up the stairs. The closer to the top I got, the faint sound of music filled my ears. I pressed my hand against the closest door, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat. There she was. Y/N laid curled on the bed under all the covers, the only thing visible was strands of her soft looking hair. I took a deep breath and called out to her.

“Y/N…”

Y/N POV

His voice was like honey, calling out my name. I peeked my head out from underneath the mountain of blankets to see the brown eyed boy standing in my doorway. “The front door was open” he said gently, “after I saw you leave today, I was worried about you”. We sat in silence for a moment before I pulled back the covers and motioned for him to join me. I heard his shoes drop to the floor before I felt a dip in the mattress. He pulled the covers over his head like I had and turned his body to mine, our faces so close they were almost touching. I could feel his breath mix with mine as we laid there, neither of us saying a word.

After struggling with the thoughts whirling in my head, I decided to speak. “I wish I was like you”.

“Like me?” he questioned.

“So put together. I can barely pass a few tests, let alone solve crimes”. He gave me a small laugh before bringing his gaze to meet mine.

“Y/N, I’m an anxious mess, You are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning” he laughed, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he realized his confession.

“I-I uh” he began, shifting his gaze, looking anywhere but at me. I brought my hand up to his cheek and his eyes darted to mine, then down to my lips, and back up. I could see the jumbled thoughts in his mind disappear as he brought his face closer to mine until I felt his soft lips. When our lips broke apart, the smile on his face was infectious, but it soon vanished.

“What’s wrong?”.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open, creeps off the street could just walk right in here” he explained in a half-serious tone while wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Yeah, that does explain how you got in here now doesn’t it?”.

Writer’s Note: Thank you for the request anon! I hope you love it! A special thanks to @redstringlovers yet again for being a very motivational life coach :)

Stiles Tag: @parislight 

Forever Tag: @redstringlovers @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @hoodforcalum @rosecoloredshawn @barrett86861

[always-the-little-spoon]

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 19: Sing

Scott dropped his duffle bag beside the couch in the center of the apartment Stiles shared with Derek in New York. It was looked a bit more lived in than last time with odds and ends cluttered about, Stiles clothes were strewn over everything, and last night's dishes sat on the coffee table in front of the TV.

The plates smelled faintly of tomato and cabbage, which meant Stiles had made his infamous cabbage rolls, which Scott missed like crazy. Maybe there would be leftovers in the fridge he could nab before Stiles noticed he had broken in.

Still, the place looked good; homier. But to be fair, he’d only been there for a week after Stiles had been in an accident last summer, and he’d had to stay in a cheap hotel because there hadn’t been enough room in the apartment with the Sheriff already staying with them, and Derek couldn’t handle having his home invaded by two alpha’s at the same time.

At first, Scott hadn’t got it until Stiles had taken the time to explain while Derek and the Sheriff had gone for groceries, leaving Scott on babysitting duty, which really meant keeping Stiles from walking on his caste. The Sheriff was an alpha in his own right, as Stiles had explained it to Scott. It didn’t matter that he was human. Scott respected it.

But this time, Scott was staying with them for Spring Break and the Sheriff was still back home in Beacon Hills. Sort of his and Stiles’ last hurrah before finals in their last semester of college. He couldn’t wait for Stiles to move back home. He didn’t visit enough, and the distance was hard on the pack, most of whom were still in California, minus Lydia up at MIT, and Derek, who had picked up Stiles after graduation almost four years ago.

Scott had accepted Stiles’ decision. He wished Stiles had discussed it with him, or his dad, or had told anyone, instead of dropping the bomb only minutes after accepting his diploma.

“Dude!” Stiles burst out from behind the curtain that hid his bedroom and tackled Scott in a hug, pounding him on the back excitedly before he could sneak into the kitchen for leftovers. “You’re here! What are you doing here? I thought you flew in tomorrow. Oh my god!”

“Hey, man,” Scott said, returning the hug with just as much enthusiasm. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“And surprised I am, Scotty boy, but I’m totally choked you deprived me of picking you up at the airport. There was going to be signs and glitter,” Stiles said with an expressive wave of his arms. “But hey, this is perfect. You can come with me to the show.”

Stiles unzipped Scott’s bag and began to pull clothes out without asking, scattering them on the floor and over the couch until he made a sound of triumph and held out a tight tank top and a pair of nice black jeans.

“Here. Put these on.”

Scott took the clothes thrust against his chest and blinked. “Show?” he asked before he realized that Stiles was dressed up. Or, as dressed up as Stiles ever got. Red skinny jeans, clean converse, and... “Is that Derek’s shirt?”

“Yeah, man. Eau de Derek. Keeps unwanted attention from others of the supernatural persuasion away,” Stiles said, tugging on the front of the white t-shirt that was slightly too big on him. “Trust me. There are a lot bummin’ around the city. But seriously, dude. Get changed. Derek’s set starts at nine.”

“Oh. Oh!” Scott grinned. He’d heard random tracks Stiles sent him, but he’d never seen Derek actually DJ live. “He’s spinnin’ tonight?”

“Hells yeah, man. I mean, distinct lack of actually spinnin’, sorta. I’m not really clear on the technical aspects of what it is he does up there, but hey, it’s still gonna be awesome.” Stiles thumped Scott on the back and shoved him in the direction of the bathroom. “Go make yourself pretty. Gonna be plenty of girls for you to...”

Scott was almost to the bathroom door when Stiles went quiet, and he paused. “What?”

“Ah... well, you see...” Stiles rubbed the back of his head and gave Scott a sheepish smile. “I kinda forgot with the whole ‘dude, you’re here’ that ah... Kira’s gonna be there.”

“Oh.” Scott’s heart stuttered for a moment in his chest. He hadn’t seen Kira since she had left for the desert almost five years ago.

One minute they were defeating the Beast of Gévaudan, and then she was disappearing into the desert to train for an unknown period of time with crazy animal skin wearing woman. She hadn’t told him she had finished.

“Yeah...” Stiles bit his lower lip and shrugged. “We, like, hang out, and stuff.”

“Hey, that cool.” Scott smiled, but it was weak which only made Stiles smell guiltier. “I’m glad your friends. I just... She never came back.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Scott’s hand tightened around the bundle of clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. By the time he finished, Stiles had pulled on a hoodie and stood by the front door flipping his keys lazily in his hand.

“Hey, man. This is going to be awesome,” Stiles said while they walked down the block to the main street to hail a cab. “I texted Derek. You’re gonna get the full VIP experience. Guest list, free drinks, and the works.”

Scott laughed when Stiles nearly fell on his face as he flagged down a cab, and they clambered into the back seat. He didn’t understand the directions Stiles rambled off to the driver, but by the time they pulled up outside the club, Scott’s side hurt from laughing so hard.

As they tumbled out of the cab, Stiles tossing the driver a wad of cash, they were still killing themselves as Stiles finished the story of the first time a kid had approached Derek in his fullshift. Stiles had made it sound like Derek was a very large scary dog for the sake of the driver, and not a werewolf that shifted into a rather large scary wolf, but Scott could still picture Derek in his fullshift hiding behind Stiles’ legs and whining.

“And he just sat!” Stiles choked out, gasping for air between uncontrollable snickers. “And he’s, and he’s just sitting there, with these huge puppy dog eyes and droopy ears like I’ve somehow betrayed him, while she pats his head and calls... and calls him a good... a good boy!”

Scott howled with laughter as he hung off Stiles’ shoulder. “Oh my god! He didn’t!”

“He did,” Stiles insisted, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “It was so freaking adorable, I thought I was going to lose my frickin’ mind with all the cuteness.”

Scott started heading to the back of the line snaking down the side of the club. The thump of the bass could be heard outside, even without the aid of his enhanced hearing.

“Dude,” Stiles said. He caught Scott by the elbow and lead him toward the front of the line where a bouncer stood holding a clipboard. “VIP, remember.”

“Right,” Scott said. He eyed the bouncer, whose eyes had narrowed in suspicion at Stiles’ jovial grin and bouncing step, but Stiles completely disregarded the glare narrowed in his direction.

“We’re on the guest list,” Stiles said. He pulled out his ID and nudged Scott to do the same. “Stilinski and McCall.”

Scott fumbled for his own driver’s license. He and Stiles were both legal. Actually, Stiles was almost twenty-two, but between the two of them, Stiles had a bit of a baby face.

The bouncer took their ID. He barely glanced at Stiles’ but took longer with Scott’s, eyes darting between the photo that had been taken a few years ago, and Scott. He didn’t look that different. Maybe a little older.

“California, huh,” the bouncer said. He handed back their IDs and crossed their names off the list.

“Uh, yeah.” Scott glanced at Stiles out of the corner of his eye when he realized his best friend had a New York license, but Stiles was still bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning. “Just here for spring break.”

The bouncer grunted, but he unclipped the rope and waved them in. “Just keep it in your pants this time, Stilinski,” he muttered.

“I make no promises,” Stiles called over his shoulder as he dragged Scott into the deafening pulse of the club.

“Dude, you getting some?” Scott asked, but Stiles didn’t answer him. His best friend bobbed along to the beat and grinned at him.

For a few seconds, Scott had forgotten that Stiles was human. He couldn’t hear him over the pounding bass like the rest of the pack, and it’d been so long since Scott had dealt with human senses. The only member of the pack still in Beacon Hills that was human was Mason, and to be honest, Scott didn’t spend a lot of time with him.

While Scott took in the club, he trailed after Stiles to the bar where his best friend threw himself forward, shoving through the crowd, and demanded a drink from the bartender that Scott had never heard of. The bartender returned with something fruity and sweet complete with a little yellow umbrella, and Stiles grinned at Scott around the straw when he turned around.

“Get whatever you want!” Stiles leaned in and shouted to Scott, though Scott could hear him perfectly fine without him raising his voice. “Just tell them to put it on Hale’s tab, and you’re good.”

“Yeah, sure,” Scott said, but Stiles had already turned away to survey the club. He ordered a rum and coke despite the fact he couldn’t actually get drunk.

Half an hour later, Stiles was tipsy. Not drunk, but he’d had enough alcohol to start commenting on the crowd, narrating their action, and even making up stories, like how the cougar at the bar was secretly a giant preying mantis there to lure young virgins to her lair to breed with before she ate them. He’d punched Scott in the arm after and called him uncultured for not understanding the reference.

“First Star Wars, and now Buffy,” Stiles muttered. “How are we still friends?”

Suddenly, the music died and the lights dimmed. Scott looked around, trying to figure out what was wrong, but the crowd cheered. He glanced back at Stiles only to find his best friend gone.

Stiles shoved his way through the crowd towards the stage as a shadowy figure stepped up to what looked like a table covered in expensive equipment. Scott chased after him. They were in the center of the dance floor when the music started.

The giant screen that dominated the wall behind the stage glowed ‘DJ Sourwolf’ with the silhouette of a black wolf howling against the backdrop of a huge full moon, and the graphics pulsed in time to the beat. But it was the DJ’s glowing blue eyes staring down at him that caught Scott off-guard. He stopped dead in the middle of the crowd and stared up at who he quickly realized was Derek.

“Dude, your eyes,” Scott said. His eyes flashed red instinctively in response. If Derek lost control in the middle of a packed club, they were in for a world of trouble.

“It was Stiles’ idea,” Derek said without stopping whatever he was doing on the mixer in front of him as if holding a conversation across a club over heavy electronic music was completely normal. “Said I needed a gimmick.”

Stiles’ had probably been the one to name him too. Scott asked Derek, who nodded in response while he continued to spin and calmly explained Stiles had said it as a joke, but Derek had run with it.

The track changed, and Scott soon found a girl in a mini skirt and tube top pressed against his front. He flashed a grin over to Stiles, who gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Stiles danced as if no one was watching. He bounced along to the music, all limbs and no grace. Scott switched partners every few songs, but Stiles seemed oblivious to the girls, and even a few guys, that tried to approach him.

An excited squeal was the only warning Scott had before a small body darted past him and leapt at Stiles. Scott was seconds from attacking before he caught a peek at the woman’s face.

Kira looked good.

Stiles yelled over the music into her ear, and Kira glanced over at Scott. She smiled shyly and waved. Swallowing, Scott lifted a hand off the waist of the girl he was dancing with and waved awkwardly back. She didn’t say anything to him but turned away to jabber excitedly to Stiles.

Scott tried to ignore them, but he couldn’t stop watching Kira dance. Things hadn’t ended badly between them, or really ended at all. Not officially. Kira had left to train, and their break-up had been more or less unspoken.

The track changed. Stiles and Kira weren’t dancing together. More just in close proximity, but Kira grabbed Stiles arm and bounced with excitement.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, he’s playing it!” Kira squealed, and Stiles ducked his head as if suddenly shy.

Scott didn’t have time to wonder what she was talking about because suddenly he heard it. A voice singing, slightly altered and autotuned, but still familiar and easily recognizable. The lyrics made no sense. Just typical Stiles nonsense.

“Dude, is that you?” Scott yelled to Stiles.

Stiles tilted his head to the side and squinted. “What?”

Scott tried pointing to the ceiling, not quite sure where the speakers were, but hoping Stiles would figure out he meant the track. Finally, he pointed at Stiles and then at the ceiling again, and Stiles grinned.

“Hell yeah that’s me,” Stiles said. “The jackass recorded me while I was washing dishes without telling me, then mixed it. Dick move, but it's my favourite track.”

“Mine too,” Derek suddenly said.

Scott glanced up at Derek. He’d forgotten the other werewolf was there, which was odd because it was his gig. 

Derek wasn’t looking at him. Scott tilted his head to the side and followed his gaze to Stiles - who was still jumping around like an idiot and singing along to the song - with an expression Scott had never seen before. If he didn’t know better, he’d call it fond.

Eventually, Scott got close enough to Stiles, ducking an arm that nearly smacked him in the side of the head, and yelled into his ear. “Dude, hot chick, nine o’clock, checking you out.”

Stiles glanced to his left.

“I mean three o’clock,” Scott corrected.

A cute blonde, probably a few years older than them, bit her lower lip and eyed Stiles hungrily while she shimmied to the music, a light sheen of sweat on her flushed chest. She was exactly Stiles’ type. Stiles had been gone so long, Scott doubted himself a little.

“Nah. I’m good,” Stiles said. He clapped Scott on the shoulder and turned his back on the woman and continued to dance with Kira.

Scott blinked and frowned. Stiles hadn’t made a move on a single girl at the club. Maybe Stiles was already seeing someone. But that didn’t make sense because he would have told Scott. Stiles told him everything. Unless it was someone he didn’t think Scott would approve of...

Scott’s eyes darted to Kira. The kitsune’s awkward jerks and clumsy footwork were oddly endearing. She threw back her head and laughed at Stiles’ spastic flails. They weren’t dancing together so much as faced towards each other. There was a good two-feet between them, but they hadn’t shown interest in anyone else.

The rest of the set passed in a blur for Scott. He couldn’t tear his attention away from Kira and Stiles, analyzing every little touch, or how Kira threw her head back, exposing her neck as she laughed, or when Stiles placed his body between Kira and other interested parties.

Stiles slung an arm around Scott’s shoulder when the music ended. “Dude, I’m gonna run backstage real quick and check on Derek.”

Scott glanced around He hadn’t even noticed Derek had disappeared from the stage, and the club DJ had replaced him. “Uh, yeah. Sure,” he said. “Want me to come?”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it. Stay here and have fun. We’ll be out in a sec.” Stiles thumped Scott on the chest and melted into the crowd leaving Scott alone with Kira, who nervously twirled her hair around her fingers.

The sea of bodies around the jumped and writhed around them. Scott jerked his chin towards the bar, and Kira nodded, eagerly following him as he shoved a path through the crowd. Unprompted, Kira ordered another drink on Derek’s tab while Scott leaned back against the bar. He drummed his fingers against the polished wood and Kira sucked her drink through a little back straw.

“I’m gonna go find Stiles,” Scott finally said after several long minutes of uncomfortable silence. Kira looked like she wanted her to protest, but Scott shoved through the crowd towards the door he’d seen Stiles disappear through ten minutes ago.

Scott pushed through the door into an empty narrow back hallway that wrapped around the back of the stage and disappeared around a corner. The heavy door swung shut behind him, oddly muting the music from the club.

In a strange way, backstage reminded him of the tunnels under Eichen House. The dim fluorescent light overhead flickered, and the grey paint was cracked and peeling. He followed the hall, and just as he was about to round the corner, he heard it; a soft, breathless whimper followed by a low growl.

Speeding up, Scott threw himself around the corner, fangs and claws flashing, but nothing could have possibly prepared him for what he found.

Derek Hale buried balls deep in his best friend.

Jeans hiked down just enough, Stiles had been hoisted up and pinned to the wall, wrists restrained by one clawed hand above his head, and legs wrapped tight around Derek’s waist. He panted softly, head thrown back and eyes closed as Derek fucked into him with long, deep claiming thrusts.

“Oh my god,” Scott gasped.

Glowing blue eyes snapped toward the intrusion, and Derek snarled around his fangs, but his hips never stilled as he continued to drill into his pliant human partner.

Scott took a step backwards at the low growl, but the deep sound spurred Stiles on, and he arched back off the wall, mewling eagerly. The sounds he made weren’t even coherent to Scott. Just a string of needy whimpers and moans.

“Do you need to cum, baby boy?” Derek growled. He dragged his fangs along the vulnerable stretch of Stiles’ exposed neck, never once tearing his gaze from Scott frozen in place.

“Oh god. Oh god, please,” Stiles begged. His voice wavered and cracked with desperation. “Please, Der. I need to cum. I’ve been good. I’ve been so good for you, Der.”

“Of course you have,” Derek rumbled. He nosed along Stiles’ jaw and nibbled at pale skin damp with a sheen of sweat. “So good for me. Sing for me, baby boy.”

Stiles’ body was drawn taut like a bow, ready to snap as he came. Scott staggered back as the ragged sound of his best friend’s orgasm tore through him. The hoarse cry of Derek’s name chased Scott down the hall as he stumbled over his own feet and tore out of the back hall, into the club, panting hard.

Stiles wasn’t dating Kira because Stiles and Derek were together. They were dating. Or fucking. Or something. They were definitely something. Stiles hadn’t been interested in any of the girls at the club because he had a boyfriend. Derek was Stiles’ boyfriend. His mind was going in circles.

All Scott could see amongst the flashing lights was his best friend getting fucked by his beta. His former beta?. He wasn’t entirely sure where he stood with Derek, and now, apparently Stiles. They were best bros for life. They told each other everything. Well, not everything.

Scott gripped the back of a barstool. The wood creaked in protest under his hand. His best friend hadn’t told him that he was in a relationship.

“Scott? Scott, are you okay?” Kira’s concerned face swam into focus.

“I... I, uh...” Scott licked his lips and stared blankly down at her. “I just...”

Kira sighed. “You caught them fucking, huh. I’m glad I’m not the only one that happens to. Once, the Sheriff...” Her voice faded out as Scott only half listened to the story she told him. Something about Sheriff Stilinski taking a shower, and Derek and Stiles on the couch.

“Wait.” Scott zoned back in. “You knew?”

Blinking owlishly, Kira paused. “You didn’t?”

A hand clapped Scott on the shoulder, and he turned to find Stiles with wild sex hair and flushed cheeks grinning at him. “Found Derek,” he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder towards Derek who was smirking behind him. His eyes weren’t glowing anymore. “Ready to to go?” He paused. “You okay, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Dude.” Scott knew his eyes were glowing because Derek’s smirk only grew. “We need to talk.”