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takaraphoenix · 2 months ago

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Stiles' Solace

Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, hurt/comfort, fluff, Pack Mom Stiles

Main Pairing: Danny/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Danny Mahealani, Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore

@stanny-week Day 4 Prompt: hurt/comfort

Summary: Danny more or less accidentally learns the truth. That Jackson is a werewolf, that he is part of a pack. It sounds unbelievable but it beat Danny's personal theories (Jackson joined either a cult or a polycule, both led by Stiles). He also learns a lot about Stiles in the process.

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Stiles' Solace

The Mystery of Stiles' Cult-Possible-Polycule

Stiles Stilinski may be the center of a cult of hot people and Danny had no idea how that happened.

It all started with Stiles and Scott. Which, at this point in Danny's life happened far too often.

Jackson and Lydia started spending more and more time with Stiles and Scott. And Danny understood that, it made sense. Lydia had practically imprinted on Allison Argent the day the new girl started school with them, while Allison and Scott fell hard and fast like yet another over-exhausted straight rom-com. So it was a chain-reaction. Jackson was in love with Lydia and so painfully whipped, he did anything she asked, and she wanted to spend time with Allison, but Allison was dating Scott which meant Scott tagged along and wherever Scott went, Stiles went.

That was how it had started, and when it started, it had still made sense. Or, at least sense that Danny could easily follow. Things started making less and less sense the longer they went on.

First, Jackson started pulling away from Danny. From everyone, really. Even broke up with Lydia and that was just wrong. Then, Stiles and Scott started being everywhere, even without Jackson. At the Jungle, of all places. It was bizarre seeing Stiles surrounded by the local drag queens like he was their newest duckling. Which only got more suspicious when Stiles invited the drag queens to Lydia's birthday party a few weeks later – meaning Stiles had actually been adopted by them.

And. At that point, Danny started reevaluating his interactions with Stiles, especially Stiles' question if he was attractive to gay guys. It had felt like yet another tired conversation with a straight guy who wanted an ego boost. Not many straight guys got adopted by a flock of drag queens. Still, Danny was never going to prod someone about their sexuality. Stiles knew Danny was gay, if Stiles wanted to talk about his own sexuality, he could seek Danny out.

Things got decidedly more weird from thereon out. Just before the school year ended, Jackson and Lydia got back together and seemed to be going stronger than ever before (not the weird bit. They were so on and off that Danny on occasion flipped a coin to determine what their relationship status was). Jackson was also fully back in Danny's life though, like he was trying to make up for missed time. And here was the weird thing; Jackson got affectionate. Physically affectionate. Now, they did occasionally do bro-hugs, but Jackson had always been awkward about affection. Now? They had cuddled on the couch together just last week while watching a movie. Purely platonic of course, because they'd tried once, during an off time between Jackson and Lydia like two years ago, just to agree that they were better off as friends.

Scott and Stiles were back being part of their life too. Now that Jackson and Lydia were back together again, and Scott and Allison were back together again. Only that something else changed, because it wasn't just the six of them anymore. For reasons beyond Danny's comprehension – and here came the part that stopped making sense to Danny – were Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd and Isaac Lahey now a part of their group too. And this was where things got truly weird.

Jackson developed a deep friendship with Erica, Isaac seemed all over Scott, Boyd and Erica were so attached to Stiles that for the better part of a month, Danny had just assumed they were a throuple, before a sputtering and laughing Jackson clarified that that was not what was going on there. Still, Jackson didn't clarify what actually was going on there. Or anywhere, really.

Danny knew for a fact that everyone aside from him also hung out with Derek Hale, aka Miguel Stilinski. It was cute that Stiles really thought Danny didn't recognize the one wanted person in all of Beacon Hills at the time. Once again, Danny had considered that maybe Derek was Stiles' secret boyfriend for a while. This too had Jackson sputtering and laughing and turning a little green before clarifying that that was not what was going on, while once again failing to provide the real context.

At this point, Danny was half convinced that they were all part of a cult set around… Stiles, actually. Derek had been in Stiles' room. Scott was Stiles' best friend. Stiles and Lydia were attached at the hip more often than not these days, their noses in books, Lydia teaching him archaic Latin for some reason. Boyd and Erica always hovered over Stiles in particular. Isaac was gradually spending more and more time close to Stiles too, last week the blonde had been sitting in Stiles' lap and no, Danny wasn't even going to bring it up with Jackson because he could not handle a third 'That's not what's happening here' without a clear explanation. Allison was, quite frankly, the only normal person who didn't seem overly obsessed with Stiles, but even her friendship to her boyfriend's best friend was growing stronger with every week.

"One day," Danny sighed, his glass hovering just in front of his mouth. "One day, you will have to tell me the truth, Jacks. I'm your best friend, you have to… to trust me."

"I trust you," Jackson looked at him like a kicked puppy. "I just don't… I don't want you in danger, Danny. This is… I don't want you mixed up with it."

Huffing, Danny downed his drink and waved at the barkeeper for another. "I am involved. Whatever is going on, I am already involved on account of being your and Lydia's best friend. Even if I may be sharing that title with… Stiles, of all people, these days. How did that happen."

"Fuck if I know," Jackson sounded genuinely as lost as Danny felt at that and it eased some of the frustration in Danny. "He's just… always there. When shit happens. When people need to talk. Stilinski's there. It started with Boyd and Erica. They always went to him. And then Isaac started too and… I figured, I mean, it won't hurt to see what they're getting out of it, and…"

"And?" Danny raised both eyebrows, staring intensely at his best friend.

"For a guy who never shuts up, Stiles really knows how to listen when it matters," Jackson shrugged, staring into his own glass. "And as much as he rambles unnecessary shit, he is also… good at finding the right words when they're needed. I've been talking to him about my… birth-parents. And identity. And all that shit. And he gets it. Maybe not fully from his own experience, but he can apply his own experience to it in an… effective way? I don't know, man. It just works. Talking to Stilinski about emotions and shit just works."

For a moment, Danny hummed and let the sounds of the club around them wash over him. "So you just, you just go to him, knock at his door and talk to him about your feelings?"

"No," Jackson wrinkled his nose. "Don't ask me why, but everyone takes the window."

"What."

"The window," Jackson shrugged. "Derek started it, everyone else is just following his lead. Climbing in through Stiles' window. I think it's so we won't wake or disturb his dad. Or so his dad doesn't know we're coming over."

Why in the world would the sheriff mind Stiles having friends over? Did Danny have to worry about Stiles' home situation now? Over the past weeks, he'd learned about what Isaac's home life used to be like before his dad died. Was Stiles not safe at home…? Why was Danny worried about that. If that was the case, surely the very intense Stiles Stilinski Protection Squad was going to take care of it themselves, there was no reason for Danny to worry.

/break\

Stiles was tired. It was close to three AM and he hadn't slept yet. Hadn't even gotten to try sleeping yet. First had been a phone call from Allison, who wanted Stiles' help with a present for Scott. Then came Derek, discussing the last pack meeting with Stiles. And, yeah, Stiles appreciated it, appreciated that Derek recognized Stiles' place in the pack and respected his opinion. But if the Alpha could just schedule these meetings during office hours, instead of 10PM on a Friday night? And half an hour after Derek was gone, Boyd and Erica came climbing in for their regular post Gerard cuddle session. The two betas had grown fiercely protective of Stiles ever since the three of them had gotten out of that damn basement and Stiles super did not mind, he also did not mind the cuddling, it was so nice and comfy and soothing. Still, by the time they sneaked back out to get home to not raise suspicion with their parents, it was one AM and Stiles found himself texting a sleepless Isaac, who was having nightmares about his dad again. By two AM, Isaac was soothed to sleep and Stiles finally got to return to the essay he had been working on before Allison called.

It was three AM and Stiles was so tired and only half-way done with the essay that was due tomorrow and his window opened again. Groaning, Stiles internally prepared himself to send whoever it was away – well, 'whoever', at this point he had gone through pretty much the entire pack, only leaving Lydia (who knew how to ring a doorbell and never came over without texting first), Scotty (who did own a key and did use it, instead of the window, thank you very much) and Jackson. Which meant it had to be Jackson. However, Jackson had plans of going to the Jungle with Danny today, so that meant Jackson was coming over for another sulking-about-Danny session. Those had been increasing the longer Jackson was part of the pack and Danny was kept in the dark.

The problem with that was that the pack was pretty much evenly split on whether they should let Danny in or keep him out of it. Stiles was firmly camp 'hell yeah', because for one, Danny's skills were a clear asset to the pack, secondly he was already on the fringe of the pack and as proven by Lydia getting mauled by Peter, being on the fringe was not safer, thirdly, it was Danny. Who didn't want Danny around. The guy was a fucking delight. Cute, sweet, clever, handsome.

"Fuck, Jackson didn't say this was that hard."

Stiles' head whipped around at the voice and he got to stare at Danny climbing in through his window. What was happening here. Had he fallen asleep at his desk over his essay and had that dream again? The one where Danny broke into his bedroom to seduce him—?

"Wha—at is going on," Stiles asked slowly, watching Danny bend over to catch his breath.

"A ladder," Danny grunted. "You should invest in a ladder if people regularly climb in here. To make this easier on them. This is not the good kind of exercise."

"How… do you know that people regularly climb into my bedroom?" Stiles asked warily. "And why are you climbing in through my bedroom window at three AM?"

Danny straightened up and let his eyes wander over Stiles' room. For the first time, Stiles felt self-conscious about his bedroom. In his defense, how often did one's crush break into their bedroom? At night? Stiles was still half convinced this was a dream.

"Jackson told me," Danny replied casually, still cataloging Stiles' room.

Stiles' eyes bulged and oh holy shit Derek was going to rip Jackson a new one but also Stiles was gonna put his foot down and side with Jackson that decision, even though he wished the stubborn beta had run it by Stiles before. Like, ideally, Stiles and Lydia should have been there to break the news to Danny and ease him into this, give him the 101 My Best Friend Is A Werewolf class, all the fun bits. But okay, okay, okay, Stiles could work with this.

"So he finally told you he's a werewolf, holy shit," Stiles gasped out a breath. "How do you feel about that, buddy? And no feelings are wrong feelings there. I went through all the stages myself, there's a bit of envy, anger, denial, support, it's all valid."

Danny turned to look at him with wide eyes. "What."

"I mean it," Stiles nodded. "Whatever you're feeling is totally valid. I even get resentment about the lying and I need you to know that lying to you was not Jackson's idea, he wanted to tell you earlier, but the rest of the pack kind of had a vote on it and-"

"Werewolf. Pack," Danny interrupted him, eyes widening even more. "Fuck that makes sense."

Slowly, Danny sat down on Stiles' bed and Stiles would be appreciating the sight so much more if Danny's words and the look on his face didn't alarm him so much because why did Danny look surprised by that had Stiles just screwed up big time?

"Uhm. You… You just said that Jackson told you."

"About people breaking into your bedroom," Danny motioned around with one hand. "You asked me how I knew about people breaking into your bedroom and that's how I know about that."

Ah, fuck. Derek was gonna rip Stiles a new one and he could only hope his betas would avenge him. Groaning, Stiles hid his face in his hands, rubbing slowly. Okay, okay, okay, he could surely somehow work this, right? And Derek wasn't going to actually rip his throat out for going against the Alpha's orders, right? Pack Mom privileges and all that. Right?

"This explains nearly everything," Danny whispered amazing, staring straight ahead like his mind was working a hundred miles an hour. "When Jackson pulled away from us, to protect us? During his… change? Or whatever? And when he rekindled with Lydia, started hanging out again, how affectionate he got. Werewolves seek physical comfort. And all the people he's hanging out with now whom he never even looked at before – the pack. A pack of werewolves."

Heaving a sigh, Stiles closed his laptop, abandoning any hope that he would finish this essay before it was due, and instead walked over to sit down next to Danny. Though he sprawled, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to look up at Danny, who sat straight against the wall.

"Are you the Alpha?" Danny asked, looking down at Stiles.

"What," Stiles blinked, stunned. "No, seriously, let me emphasize some more: What?"

Danny shrugged, which wasn't helpful. "You and Scott got involved in Jackson's life leading up to him pulling away from me – and becoming a werewolf. And you're at like the center of it all. They break into your bedroom for advise? They are constantly all over you. My theory was that you're leading a cult, or are in a complicated polycule but Jackson kept denying the polycule accusations."

Stiles made a noise like a dying whale. A cult. A polycule. Alpha of the pack. He genuinely didn't know which of those was the most ridiculous. He huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"No, no to all three of those," Stiles slid down further on his bed, legs fully dangling off the side as he laid flat and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm what werewolves call Pack Mom. It has been lovingly referred to as the glue keeping the pack together. The Alpha is the leader, is about strength and brute force and physical protection. The Pack Mom like balances it out emotionally? That's what I do. Der says that that's usually a role taken by one or more of the humans in the pack. Where the wolves provide safety and protection, humans nurture and help on a more emotional level."

"So Derek – Derek Hale – your cousin Miguel – is the Alpha, then."

Stiles winced at the reminder of his not best lie. "Yeah, he is."

"And you two aren't dating?" Danny frowned down at him. "Because that sounds very mom and dad coded, which is dreadfully heteronormative, and I remember him half-naked in your bedroom."

"Don't look at it as heteronormative, look at it as gender-role breaking," Stiles shrugged carelessly. "I don't feel emasculated for being Pack Mom. I like it a lot, actually. Makes me feel like I contribute to the pack too, which… lack of claws and fangs often makes me feel… kinda useless."

It took another moment before the rest of Danny's words caught up with him. "Wait, you think I'm dating Derek Hale. No. No I am not dating Derek Hale. Also, why are you so obsessed with my love-life, Dannyboy? First the polycule accusations, now this?"

"Everyone is all over you," Danny shrugged.

"Because everyone loves me," Stiles shrugged before pausing and clarifying. "Platonically. I am the only guy on the planet who is literally surrounded by smoking hot people of both genders and is not getting laid. I managed to Mom-zone myself. Because that's my life."

Silence stretched on between them, both just sitting on Stiles bed together and Stiles couldn't deny how much he loved that. Loved spending time alone with Danny. Loved having Danny in his room. Loved the way he could smell Danny's body wash from this close, feel the heat radiating off his body. Stiles closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling himself relax.

"So my best friend is a werewolf," Danny spoke after half an eternity. "What… do I do now?"

"Phone," Stiles held his hand out, not opening his eyes.

He was mildly surprised when the request was obeyed. Cracking an eye open, he programmed his number into Danny's phone, sent himself a text and then handed the phone back.

"I'll talk to Der. And the rest of the pack," Stiles sighed, an exhausted sound. "Smooth things over. Then, I'll call you and we can talk about easing you into the pack."

"Why," Danny looked down at him. "I mean, why are you offering that. I've not exactly been… the friendliest to you so far, Stiles."

Which was true enough. But Danny had also never been actually hostile, or a bully. And considering his pack's track-record when it came to threatening Stiles? Stiles huffed amused.

"We may not be friends, Danny," Stiles spoke softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends. Besides, you're important to Lyds and Jacks. So, consider this me being Pack Mom and doing them a favor by easing you into the pack. It's what I do. I help everyone."

"Who helps you?" Danny asked, voice soft. "You look fucking exhausted. From what Jackson said, you're balancing everyone's emotional baggage. Who helps you carry your baggage?"

"I have no baggage," Stiles offered a broad, cocky grin. "You know me, Dannyboy. I'm the flailing goofball who always talks too much about unimportant shit. Nothing I have going on is important."

He didn't like the way Danny looked at him, so he chose to give an exaggerated yawn and stretch before getting off the bed. Putting physical distance between the two of them.

"It's kinda late and I still have an essay to finish," Stiles stated, turned toward the desk. "Uh. You can take the door and stairs this time, you know. The climbing through the windows is a werewolf thing. You can use the doorbell. Allison and Lydia use the doorbell."

"Okay," Stiles could hear Danny get off the bed. "I'll use the doorbell next time then. Night, Stiles."

Next time. Stiles' heart did a weird nervous thing at those words. Okay.

/break\

Derek Hale was intimidating. Even more so when his eyes flashed red and he grew fangs and claws. Though Danny couldn't entirely take the eyebrow-situation on the werewolves seriously. There was some intimidating, warning him to not spill their secret, that he would now be in danger from anything that hunted the pack too. Danny took it in stride.

Now that he knew what was going on, it all made so much more sense. Well, not 'all'. He still didn't understand the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation. But everything else made more sense. The betas – as he learned non-Alpha werewolves were called in a pack – all flocked to Stiles because he was 'Pack Mom'. And now that Danny got to hang out with the pack, not just with the betas in the capacity of school but actually be invited to pack nights, he observed it even more. Casual touches – scent marking – comforting each other. Sharing space, comfort and food.

Stiles usually cooked during these pack nights, he went all out serving things that Danny had never heard of and could not pronounce. Polish family recipes from his mom that he hadn't gotten to make in years in some cases, because cooking just for his dad and himself was different than getting to cook for a large, hungry group of people. It was… weird, seeing Stiles cook. The usually flailing boy was near graceful as he danced through the kitchen, as uncoordinated as it looked, every step had its purpose, every flail was him reaching another ingredient or putting something away, and the end result was usually absolutely delicious. The pack would sit around the large table in the dining room of Derek's recently rebuilt house and eat together. After dinner, they'd usually watch a movie that was put up for vote first during dinner, usually accompanied by heated arguments.

Danny loved it. Loved it all. Loved how much like family it felt – all the arguing around the dinner table reminded him of home, of his siblings, it made him feel warm. He loved that these people, who had all experienced loss to varying degrees of traumatizing, had somehow carved this out for themselves, together, had created this for themselves. Danny found himself marveling at it.

Though Lydia had already been one of his two best friends before, after joining the pack, their bond grew even more. And Danny found himself spending a lot of his time with Lydia, Allison and Stiles. The non-werewolves of the pack. Lydia was a Banshee and though not a supernatural species, Allison was a hunter. Which made her and Scott just so Romeo and Juliet coded, he had to roll his eyes. Which, the most exhausting part about the pack were definitely the mated pairs. Though it explained a lot about how fast and hard Allison and Scott fell, and it explained absolutely everything about Lydia and Jackson, it even explained at least one angle of the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation (though it only raised even more questions on how Stiles fit with the mated pair).

To his surprise, Danny found himself spending a lot of his time alone with Stiles too. At first, to learn more about the pack, werewolves and the supernatural. Everyone kept saying that Stiles did all the research and knew the most, had explained most things to the betas to begin with, so Danny came and sought him out. The more time he spent with Stiles, the less he minded.

Every quality of Stiles' that he had perceived as annoying was slowly growing on him. When Stiles went on a tangent and started rambling wildly, Danny was no longer annoyed by the word vomit, he found himself smiling at the excitement in Stiles' eyes and the passion in his voice. Stiles' flailing started looking cute to him. And Danny's thoughts when Stiles was chewing on his pencil again, well, those had started being entirely inappropriate.

It reached a point where Danny found himself concerned when Stiles wasn't talking, where he used to seek the quiet and wished for Stiles to shut up. Because now he knew that most of the time when Stiles was actually quiet? That was because the other boy was in a bad mental space. Though Danny hadn't exactly figured out what was going on there, he could see the haunted look in his eyes.

"You really have moped about your ex for long enough now. It's time to get back on the horse," Jackson declared one night at the Jungle. "You should ask Stiles out."

Danny started coughing violently when his drink went down the wrong pipe. "What."

"Dude," Jackson grunted, patting him on his back. "Don't even try."

"Try what," Danny glared at his best friend.

"Try denying that you're falling for Stilinski," Jackson offered him a smug smirk. "I've known you all your damn life, Mahealani. I know what you look like when you like someone and you've been looking at Stiles that way for weeks now. You like him."

"Absolutely not," Danny grunted, returning to his drink.

"...You know that we wolves can hear lies, right?" Jackson's smirk turned even more smug.

Well, fuck. Danny glared fiercely at his best friend and then got up. If he couldn't drink in peace then damn it, he was going to dance. Surely there had to be some cute guy willing to dance with him here. Because Jackson was right with one thing, Danny had been single for too long now. His eyes darkened when he spotted a cute twink. Long, long legs, a tight ass shown off by dark skinny jeans, a red shirt that hugged his lithe frame well, dark, messy hair. Danny didn't necessarily have a type, but he had moods. And right now, he was in the mood to pin a cute twink against the toilet stalls. Time to see if the cute twink was in the same mood.

With a smile on his lips did Danny approach the dancing boy, resting a hand just above the other's lower back to gain his attention before walking around him. He came to stand close, intend on whispering in the other boy's ear, but he froze when he looked into familiar golden-brown eyes.

"Oh, hey, Danny," Stiles grinned broadly at him. "I saw you and Jackson at the bar but you looked deep in conversation so I didn't want to bother."

Danny was distracted by mulling over the fact just how much he'd wanted to fuck Stiles just a moment ago. Damn it all to hell, Jackson might actually be right. He forced a smile.

"Hey," Danny replied after a moment. "What… are you doing here?"

"The girls had a performance and as captain of their official fanclub, I had to cheer them on," Stiles jerked a thumb over his shoulder to point at the drag queens.

They turned and either smiled or winked at Danny. Right. Duckling of the flock. Danny blinked before returning his attention to Stiles. He looked cute in that light, with the soft smile on his lips. Made Danny want to kiss him. Jerking away, Danny cleared his throat.

"Right. I'll, uh, go back to Jackson. Talk to you later?"

Stiles frowned at him but nodded and returned to his dance. Danny couldn't look away, even as he sat down next to Jackson again. Partially so he didn't have to see the unbearable smugness on his best friend's face. Jackson elbowed him until Danny finally looked at him and yep, there it was.

"You were so going to hit on him before you realized it was Stiles," Jackson snickered.

"I hate you," Danny said dryly.

"Can't lie to a werewolf," Jackson smirked. "Besides, we both know you love me."

Flipping him off, Danny ordered a new drink. "So maybe Stiles is cute."

"Not just maybe," Jackson huffed. "I got eyes. I know he's cute. Especially since he grew his hair out. I'll never tell him that, but I still know."

The cute or the sexual attraction weren't even the problem. The problem was how attached Danny had grown to Stiles. How invested in him. Just how attentive he was when it came to Stiles, soaking every new thing he learned up like a sponge. Every layer he peeled back intrigued him more. Danny liked Stiles, genuinely liked Stiles, and he didn't really know what to do with that.

/break\

Stiles was sleepy when he stumbled into his room. Not even necessarily tired, he was still a bit wired from the buzz and the great performance, but he felt drowsy. He was also still distracted thinking about whether or not Danny had wanted to dance with him, because Danny's hand on his lower back – and he could still feel it if he concentrated hard enough – and the near awkward way in which he had just returned to Jackson had nearly kind of felt like Danny had meant to ask him to dance and then chickened out. Only that Danny didn't chicken out of stuff, which only made it more confusing and it wasn't like Stiles didn't dance with all his friends all the time, he'd even danced with Jackson last week. So he didn't fully pay attention when he went into his room, not turning the light on because he knew his way around his own bedroom, thank you very much, and collapsed face first onto his bed. Someone grunted as Stiles made impact with a person's thighs. Okay.

"I don't even care," Stiles declared, yawning and stretching wide in his own bed. "You break into my bedroom and sit on my bed, you are now my pillow. Good night."

He snuggled closer to whoever had broken into his bedroom and closed his eyes, earning an amused chuckle. "You weren't home yet and I didn't want to leave again."

Danny. Stiles blinked dazed. Wait. Danny. Not that it was rare for Danny to be in his room anymore, it was honestly a very, very regular thing by now that had started out with Danny getting the 101 on all things supernatural. Though he was more or less caught up on all of their adventures and all the dos and don'ts that Stiles knew, Danny still dropped by like two to three times a week. Sometimes, they'd do homework together, study for a test, or just... talk. Danny would ask him stuff, personal stuff, about stuff that Stiles liked, and then Danny listened to him. Which was still a bizarre concept to Stiles. Sure, his pack listened to him, but Danny? Danny had always seemed kind of annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness and unlike Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson, he hadn't turned into an oversized puppy who now felt the Pack Mom bond. He was still human Danny and he should still be annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness. Once, Stiles had asked Danny about it and Danny had just shrugged and claimed that he didn't want to feel left out from the pack, who all always came to hang out in Stiles' bedroom like it was their headquarters and Stiles just… accepted that.

"Why are you here?" Stiles asked, rolling onto his back so he could look up at Danny.

He adamantly refused to move off Danny's lap though, because as he just pointed out, the other had broken into his bedroom, so he now had to deal with being Stiles' pillow and Stiles would be damned to miss an opportunity of kind of snuggling with his steadily growing crush. Danny learning the truth about the supernatural had super not helped with the crush situation. Like hanging out with Jackson, Lydia and Danny had already worsened the physical attraction into a crush, but now that Danny was pack? Now that they... hung out? Just the two of them? This crush was slowly outgrowing crush-levels and Stiles was worried.

"Couldn't sleep," Danny shrugged and tilted his head back against the wall. "Got home from the club and realized that I am forcibly sharing my bedroom with my two cousins who are over right now and one of them snores like you wouldn't believe. The betas get to crash here when they can't sleep, so I invited myself."

That... wasn't untrue. Boyd and Erica often stayed half nights or even the whole night and if Isaac's nightmares about his father got too worse, the blonde would sneak into Stiles' bed too for comfort. Scott was a given, they had had sleepovers since forever. Jackson was a bit more rare, he still had reservations about sharing a bed and fair enough, honestly. Allison and Lydia sometimes came for a proper, normal sleepover because they didn't want to feel left out with all the wolves staying in Stiles' bedroom all the time and the first time the two girls had marched in with sleeping bags, Stiles did have to redo his whole coming out thing with his dad more pointedly. Which did remind him...

"When I asked you if I'm attractive to gay guys, that was weird, wasn't it?"

Danny stilled for a moment and then looked down at him curiously. "In a sense. It happens a lot. Straight guys in sports teams are very in love with themselves and they love the ego boost, knowing that they could get it, even if they're not interested. Well, the ones who aren't homophobic."

"Right yeah no that was not, not a straight guy fishing for compliments," Stiles wiggled his nose. "That was my 'figuring out that I'm gay' phase. I was. Kind of lost on that."

"Mh," Danny tilted his head. "Still lost?"

"Nope. Just gay," Stiles grinned up at him, lazy and happy and warm. "Yeah, after Lydia and Jackson had their epic true love's kiss, I kinda did some reevaluating and realized that I... never felt that way about Lydia. At all. It was just... I guess it felt just safer? To project onto an unobtainable girl, than to confront things that I didn't really understand at the time. And over the years, I grew... comfortable with how things were and didn't question it."

"You procrastinated your own sexuality," Danny looked amused and near fond. "Congrats on figuring it out though."

Humming softly, Stiles rolled onto his side, getting more comfortable on Danny's lap. Those were excellently comfortable thighs. He startled a little when fingers started running through his hair, but as quickly did he relax again. That felt good. That was so soothing, holy shit. He could stay right here, with his head on Danny's lap and with Danny running his fingers through his hair, forever.

/break\

Three months into being part of the pack, Danny finally learned the truth about what that weird Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation was and he honestly wished his polycule theory had been true instead.

They were fighting some kind of creature that lived in storms, made of pure lightning. Because these things were now part of Danny's life. Though he didn't do any fighting, he just drove the get there and get away car (also known as Jackson's Porsche) and took care of injuries, together with Stiles and Scott (who at least had some basic knowledge from his job as a vet).

They were patching up Isaac when the creature lashed out and hit Stiles. It wasn't even a bad amount of voltage, but apparently it was enough to give Stiles a flashback. Erica and Boyd rushed to his side and eased him out of his panic-attack and, in the aftermath, once the creatur was taken care of and everyone was basically hovering around Stiles, the other boy unwillingly explained himself. Most of the pack didn't seem to know the details either, they'd only known that Stiles, Boyd and Erica had been taken by Gerard and that bad things had happened. That those bad things included torture with electricity was new to most aside from Derek and Scott.

Afterward, when the pack split up after a brief debriefing – usually, they had full pack-nights, but Stiles, Boyd and Erica seemed rattled and Isaac and Jackson were still recovering, so they decided to make it quick and delay the comfort bonding to a different day – Danny found himself walking aimlessly through the streets of Beacon Hills. When he looked up, he realized his feet had carried him to Stiles' house. He frowned, annoyed with his feet, and his thoughts, and his heart.

Heaving a sigh, he gave in and went to climb in through Stiles' bedroom window – the sheriff's cruiser sat in its parking spot and Stiles tried to keep his dad away from pack stuff, even though the sheriff finally knew (after they told Danny, Stiles had used that as an argument with the pack to also tell his dad), so Danny figured his presence late would only raise questions. The climb still sucked and Stiles still hadn't gotten a latter to make this easier for at least the humans (and yes, Danny had seen Allison scale the wall up to Stiles' bedroom before too. He'd seen Stiles do it too).

"No," Stiles' voice was surprisingly firm, once Danny sat on his window-sill.

The other boy wasn't even turned toward him, he was curled together on the bed, facing the wall. Danny frowned and continued on entering the bedroom, relieved when he had ground under his feet. Stiles huffed frustrated and turned around to look at him and Danny hated what he saw. Stiles' eyes were red, like he had been crying, and when he was curled together like that, the lanky teen whose limbs seemed to go on forever appeared to be so… small. Stiles was not small.

"Danny," Stiles frowned at him. "No. It took me forever to tell the pups off from breaking in tonight. I don't… I really don't have the space for whatever it is, okay? I just…"

He rubbed at his red eyes. Pups. Sometimes, Stiles would call all the wolves puppies, to mock or tease them, but 'pups' wasn't mocking, 'pups' was a Pack Mom thing. Danny had gotten weirdly used to that, to the whole dynamic of the pack. He didn't claim to understand it, that these teenagers of the same age somehow had a bond that approximated a mother/child bond the closest, but if he was being honest, it was no less weird than his own, very vastly different feelings for Stiles.

"Hey," Danny kept his voice soft as he approached Stiles and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't want anything but to make sure you're alright, Stiles."

Stiles looked up at him warily. "What."

"Partially for you, because whatever just happened was traumatic for you and I really don't think you should be alone right now," Danny elaborated. "And maybe partially for me."

"Why?" Stiles frowned, but he made room in the bed for Danny.

"Because I just learned that you had been kidnapped and tortured by our former principle," Danny raised both eyebrows at Stiles. "It's… It's kind of messing with me. I worry."

"About me," Stiles managed to nearly say it like a question.

Sighing, Danny got more comfortable on Stiles' bed, laying down flat next to the other boy and staring up at the ceiling. Stiles was laying next to him, on his side so he could look at Danny.

"Why do you say it like that?" Danny asked. "Is it… really that hard to believe that I might worry about you? That I'm not hanging out with you multiple times a week out of, what, social obligations or pity, but maybe because I like you? Because we're friends by now?"

"I mean, yeah," Stiles admitted after a moment. "You have always been supremely annoyed by me. And I do get that we're now pack, and that I helped explain shit to you, but…"

"And you grew on me during that time, okay?" Danny cut in, frowning. "I like you."

"Why do you keep saying it like that? You're not saying 'like' you keep saying 'like'."

Rolling onto his side, Danny looked at Stiles' face. Open and vulnerable, no snark or mischief in his eyes, just an honest kind of confusion, as well as the aftermath of his earlier panic-attack. Without thinking, Danny reached out to cup Stiles' cheek, gently brushing some tear-traces away with his thumb. Stiles leaned into the touch, big brown eyes staring at Danny curiously.

"You keep offering solace to everyone who comes knocking at your window. Even the people who have treated you like shit in the past. You help everyone who needs it, even when you don't like them. You're kind of… amazing, Stiles. I never realized that before, because I never took the time to get to know you. But now that I know you, I like you."

"You said it weirdly again," Stiles pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

"Because I don't like you," Danny rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. "I like you."

He pressed a feather light kiss to Stiles' lips. For a moment, Stiles didn't move at all – and Danny was fairly sure he had never seen that happen, not even when he was asleep did Stiles keep fully still – and just when Danny was about to pull away, movement returned to Stiles. He grabbed Danny by the collar of his shirt, clumsily pulling him back in and doing his best at deepening the kiss, even though Danny could tell that Stiles had barely any, if any at all, experience. It made Danny smile just a little and he tilted his head, taking the lead. To his credit, Stiles proved to be a fast learner when it came to kissing too, but that shouldn't be a surprise.

"Oh," Stiles whispered against Danny's lips when they parted. "So… like, huh."

Grinning, Danny nodded. His hand slipped from Stiles' cheek, slowly tracing down to settle on the other boy's waist. He pulled Stiles closer against himself and twisted some so he was laying on his back again, with Stiles half resting on his chest. Stiles seemed comfortable enough there.

"So… you came here to kiss me?" Stiles asked, looking somewhere between curious and pleased.

"Actually no," Danny huffed. "I had plans of staying in denial about my feelings for you for at least another couple of weeks. But then today happened. And I didn't like the thought of you being alone. I guess I came here to, I don't know… be there for you?"

"To be my solace, for a change?" Stiles grinned at him with an edge of teasing.

Yet beyond the teasing, his grin was so soft and warm and happy, so Danny shrugged. "I guess."

Humming, Stiles cuddled up more to Danny, resting a hand on Danny's chest and pulling one leg up to actually lay across Danny's. Clingy. Of course he was clingy, this should not surprise Danny. Sighing, Danny wrapped one arm around Stiles' back, gently running it up and down his spine.

"You are, you know," Stiles admitted after a moment, voice so soft that Danny could barely hear him. "My solace, I mean. If we have to be cheesy about it. Don't get me wrong, I love the pups, I love hanging out with them and they often enough hang out with me without wanting something from me. But it's just… it feels different with you. More… at ease? More solace-y."

Danny snorted. "That's not a word. You're too smart for that."

"Shut up, you fried my brain earlier by kissing me," Stiles actually stuck his tongue out at Danny.

Huffing out a laugh, Danny leaned down to kiss the corner of Stiles' mouth. Three months ago, he didn't understand why everyone seemed to flock to Stiles. Now, he understood.

~*~ The End ~*~

#Stanny #StannyWeek2024 #Day 4 Prompt Fill #Danny Mahealani #Stiles Stilinski #Jackson Whittemore #Teen Wolf

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 11 months ago

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Dior 999

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52396297 by Anaxandria While Stiles was known as a scrawny, loser nerd every day in high school, at Jungle he was known as that scrawny, loser nerd with a fixation -- no, an obsession -- with a drag queen named Petra. Stiles could remember the very first time he'd seen her: long, flowing bright red curls framing a strong jawline heavily contoured with makeup. He'd been captivated. He maybe could have gotten over it if only Petra wasn't so mysterious. (And Stiles, a self-proclaimed slut for mysteries.) Words: 2775, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Drag Queens, POV Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Underage Drinking, Age Difference, Drag Queen Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Steter Secret Santa 2023 (Teen Wolf) Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52396297

#ao3feed #fanfic #teen wolf #steter #peterstiles

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seven-oomen · 4 years ago

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First, I hope you’re enjoying your game. One of my friends posted about how she’d just gotten her copy of it, and her husband’s response was basically “so, I’ll just bring you food occasionally and see you in a few days?" Also, I hope you’re feeling better. And man you are KILLING ME with these previews. Oh god, Peter, what are you planning now? How bad is this gonna hurt and for how long? (Don’t answer that, I’m afraid to know. XD )

I think all those Hogwarts Houses are excellent choices. I always think it’s fun to see how people sort various characters, because I rarely have any that I feel are firmly one House (maybe it’s because I’m a proud HuffleClaw, myself, doomed to waffle between Houses every time I take a quiz or read an analysis on the subject.) Side not - can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

Poor Peter, having to behave himself. Although debatably as long as he kept the fangs put away it wouldn’t necessarily be a risk, though I can see him being worried anyway. That’s why he needs to find someone to spin his fur into yarn he can then make them scarves/gloves/sweaters/etc with. And why he’s so into the clothes sharing. Anything to get his scent on them as thoroughly as possible.

And I am so here for PTA Dad Peter. Helping out at school functions so he can keep an eye on the younger kids. Building new, supportive relationships with his older kids, helping them with college applications and essays, making up lists of stuff they’ll need for dorm rooms, finding apartments if any are going to the same or nearby schools and can share, making sure they all have pictures and mementos to help combat homesickness. And now I’m thinking about the memory quilt again. Goddammit I don’t want to make myself cry. Again. "Imagine Peter hearing their heartbeats for the first time." Oh nevermind, I see you’ll do it for me. Ugh, my feels. Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

And you know that whichever one wasn’t the one pregnant at the time would be super protective at the time, then turn around and insist they were fine and that the others were worrying unnecessarily when they were the one pregnant. (Also, glad your brother was okay!) I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet… I’m also just going to assume that they have at least a king size bed to accommodate that many people, even if many of them are tiny people, and none of them mind piling. That’s still a lot of bodies cramming into one bed. (That much room would also come in very handy for…other reasons, which is why I feel certain Peter would insist upon it.)

Also, omg, I was not expecting to be attacked by those pictures like that. Tag your porn, dude XD . But really, can you imagine the poor, unsuspecting college friends their kids bring home for visits getting a triple barrel of that with no warning? Like they’ve just seen the goofy, weird pics that they have on their phone/on their walls. They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Loving all the names. I actually know a guy named John who has a son named Jackson, so that one was particularly amusing to me. I also noticed that none of the kids have been named after anyone in Noah’s family, at least so far. And don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting to have those spoiled yet, though I’m happy to know you liked some of my suggestions :D . Now if I could just remember which all ones I went with… Didn’t really think to put it in anywhere, but for some reason I’ve always liked Alexander as a middle name for Peter, though I remain undecided on the other two.

And yes, loving the idea of more family cosplay. Oh god, they would never get ANYWHERE at a con because they’d be getting stopped every 3 feet for pictures. For Star Trek, I feel like they’d do groupings from assorted series and versions. Chris, Peter, and Noah are totally OS Spock, Kirk, and Bones (Peter with strategically torn shirt, of course). I think Melissa would be their Uhura, and Natalie would be Yeoman Rand (she wants to see if she can fake the hairstyle), because I dare anyone to tell them they can’t pull off dresses that short. Since he has sword training from his hunter background, Melissa makes Julio be their Sulu. Boyd, Derek, and Jordan would be Picard, Riker, and Data (Derek would totally figure out how to do that weird way Riker sits down, too.) After much debate, I feel Stiles would be Kirk from the recent films (NuTrek, or whatever they call it), Jackson would be Spock, and Malia would be Bones. I think Lydia would make an excellent Uhura for them, as well. Scott would be Scotty because he can remember to answer to it, and it gives him an excuse to do a TERRIBLE fake accent. I’m leaning towards Isaac for their Chekov, but beyond that can’t think what to do with everybody else, I’m not familiar enough with the different tv shows.

Marvel we’ve talked about some. DC I have a few random ideas. I always thought it would be funny to see Peter, Derek, Jackson, and Liam do the assorted Robins. While I feel Peter is DEFINITELY more of a Jason personality wise, I think he’d be far more comfortable in Dick’s costume that Derek would be, and if Derek was Jason the heights would line up better. Jackson would be Tim, and Liam would be Damian (because who else would play DC’s tiny and angry than TW’s tiny and angry?) Also, don’t overlook the fun and variety of villains DC offers. The last group costume I did was a cross between Bill & Ted and assorted Bat-villains. We called it Bruce & Dick’s Excellent Adventure, and even photoshopped a sign to carry to help people get it. Among our line-up was Cleo-Catra, Ivybeth the First, The Poison Queen, Harley Antoinette, Joker Napoleon, Freud Nygma, and Bane-thoven. (I really need to do something with the various pieces of my costume someday.) I know there are several girls in the Bat-fam now, too, depending on who all wants to be a part of it, or if they want to skew more Justice League/Teen Titans/Young Justice.

Oh man, Disney. So many options. I feel like Lydia and Allison as Ariel and Prince Eric is a given. I also like the idea of Kira and Malia as Belle and the Beast, partially because of Malia’s issues about having to hide her nature, and also because I think she could absolutely rock that suit. Ben could join them as Chip. (Stiles would actually make an excellent Belle, but I feel that might just get weird.) I can see Danny helping Erica rig up a Sleeping Beauty dress with strands of LEDs that keep shifting from pink to blue to green so the dress keeps appearing to change color (it’s a massive hit.) I don’t know why, but I really want Stiles and Jackson as Elsa and Anna for some reason. Scott can join them as either Kristoff or Olaf, depending on the mood he’s in. Can’t quite decide for the other pack kids. Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

Lord of the Rings. Yes. Like, I can’t figure out who or any real details right now but. Just. Yes.

I feel like some years they enter the costume contest and some they don’t, just depending on their moods. (They totally take the Jurassic Park group to a con and people adore it. It makes for great skits.)

Random bonus thought for the day concerns dancing. I was thinking about the whole drag queen thing, and whether Jungle was around in the 90s, and it sort of segued into what types of dancers they are. I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Anyway, gonna try and wrap this up, because I just realized it’s way later than I realized, and I should try and get some sleep at some point. Enjoy your game, I hope it’s epic!

When this little paragraph made me realize I had a gaping plot hole in this chapter and I got to go back to fix it. My god my friend, you are a lifesaver!

I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet…

Because oh yeah I wanted to make it canon that wolves can detect a heartbeat of the embryo at 4-5 weeks. Which is about a week after the heart starts beating. And oh yeah, Chris is two months along by the time Noah gets pregnant... shit. I wrote something else in that flashback.

And now I got to fix that, so cheers!

I also finished writing my chapter today! Yay! All glorious 13K of it. And I’ll be editing and posting tomorrow (or technically later today as it is past midnight.) Oh, I’m so excited, I’m so excited to see what you think!

As for the game, my god it is awesome!!! I played a few hours today but my heart raced so much I had to pause after two hours because I was getting dizzy because of my heart. But it’s a great game so far, very accessible and it just draws me in completely. It’s so good.

Definitely what I needed after my day at work.

hehehe I’m happy to see my previews and writing and getting emotions, it sounds so bad, but that makes me smile because it’s getting the desired response and that’s awesome.

“Cue Lego Movie music”

can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

I think Peter would’ve been a chaser or beater, somehow those seem to fit him well. Noah played but he was a keeper. (which would be funny if Peter was a chaser since they would get to battle lover’s disputes on the quidditch pitch) Chris I feel wouldn’t play quidditch, he’s too busy trying to keep track of his studies and really just likes to watch the sport but not participate. I think he’d be more into care of magical creatures and defends against the dark arts than any kind of sport. Though he does join and excel at the dueling club.

And the scandal of Peter and Noah dating from fourth year on would be massive, people can barely wrap their heads around it. But they’re happy and they’re just doing their own thing. And they don’t pay attention to anyone else but what they think and what Chris thinks of them.

Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

<3 <3 it’s honestly an adorable image. The twins are very active when dad’s curled up around them, knowing just where to kick so Peter’s wakes up by a foot to the face. Though he doesn’t mind and just nudges back gently, letting out a low grumbling noise or whine that he knows the babies can hear in utero. As for how quickly, it depends on whether or not they smelled it before. Jackson, Ben, or Scott wouldn’t pick up on it. They weren’t wolves around pregnancies before. Malia and Derek catch on quickly though. They start noticing the scent change at around 5-6 weeks and hear the little heartbeats of the new family members.

Malia is moderately excited, she’s a little worried about her dad and how he will handle pregnancy at his age. (Although he’s like 35 when he gets pregnant, that counts as a geriatric pregnancy, dad... I’m worried.)

Stiles just flips between the two of extreme worry where he read up on pre-eclampsia and other pregnancy complications and birth complications and omg what if that happens. But he’s also so so excited because omg he’s finally gonna be an older brother!!

(He knows he’s Ben’s older brother, and he adores the tyke, but it’s different when you have a pregnancy close instead of a five-year-old sibling from one day to another.)

Jackson is pouty and a bit grumpy. He feels like he’s losing baby status in the family more and more and he doesn’t know how to deal. (Ben was a bit difficult to get used to for him but Chris handled it well by setting time aside for his baby Jackson. It helped. But now he’s a teen and there’s going to be two more babies and he’s- he doesn’t know how to feel. When Chris breaks the news he wants to have another baby he’s even more torn but he does come around, deciding that he will always be the baby of the family, even when he’s not.

It’s a good compromise. And the three parents set some time for each of their kids so everyone gets attention.

Allison handles it the best out of the teens, she’s very excited for all of them and immediately to volunteers helping with decorating the new nursery. She paints a few awesome looking murals of Winnie the Pooh or Bambi or some other cutesy Disney animals (Or maybe even a space/star wars or a fairy tale ala Fables theme?) and just goes all out. She also convinces Malia to quilt a blanket for the new baby and helps her knit a few cute hats. She’s just extremely excited and happy.

Ben is very happy too, he’s finally not the youngest anymore and he’s happy to be an older brother. He also finds it fascinating to learn how pregnancy works and how those babies got in there in the first place. They let him tell them how it works and explain some basic details, sperm, egg, you need both to have a baby and the baby grows in pops and papa’s belly. But they leave out any details that Ben doesn’t figure out or doesn’t ask about to keep it more age-appropriate for him.

Though Ben’s smart and he figures out a lot on his own. Noah and Peter are honestly impressed by Ben’s deductive skills. They knew Jackson and Stiles had them, but they hadn’t expected Ben to show them too. He’s a quiet observer.

They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Honestly, I don’t think anyone is. Nobody can resist the sheer DILF power.

Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

I- this whole thing? yes. Headcanon accepted because it is that good. I can literally just see them going in steampunk hunter, red riding hood and the wolf. thank you for putting that image in my mind XD

I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Malia definitely inherited Peter’s dancing skills, I like to think Jackson did as well. Those three are the best dancers in the family. They just move with natural ease.

Allison is a decent dancer, her gymnastics training really helps but she’s not as fluent as her brother, sister, or dad.

I feel like Noah and Stiles have awkward flailing down to a T but every once in awhile there’s a hip movement worthy of a fucking professional dancer and it’s very confusing. But yeah, totally agree with that assessment of them.

Chris isn’t much of a dancer and neither is Ben. Both of them are very self-conscious. Chris gets better when he’s drunk because he let’s go of insecurity but even then it’s not great. He just doesn’t dance, it’s not his thing. Although he was a very good grinding and hip rotation move. He’s also pretty good at jump style once he lets himself go and just turns his mind off. but the rhythmic jumping just feels natural to him. He also likes to slow dance since he can just bury his face in Noah’s shoulder or nuzzle Peter’s cheek and just forget about everything else.

Also, I like to think they all love to sing. Chris’s voice is best suited for country I feel like. Noah’s more for singer-songwriter. And Peter just loves singing pop songs and he knows how to hit some high notes.

And now I am going to bed because It’s almost three am XD And I need some sleeps. Thankfully I have the day off this sunday.

#ben says stuff #once upon a time comments #submission

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morenotles · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Original Characters Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, First Time, Fucking, Drag Queens, Stiles in Drag Summary:

Stiles is spending a lot of time with the queens at The Jungle. He goes out with them on Halloween and bumps into Derek. Sex happens.

#sterek #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #fanfic #halloween

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nellyharrison · 2 years ago

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growing strong, CH. 6

aka my rewrite of season 2 of Teen Wolf based on the question: what if Erica was best friends with Scott and Stiles from the beginning?

Everyone teams up to help keep Jackson under control now that they have learned he is the kanima. He initially goes along with their plans, but a lack of good judgment (and overwhelming teenage hormones) forces them to make a difficult choice.

CHAPTER SIX - FRENEMY (click to read on AO3)

With Jackson on the loose, Derek took control and started giving out orders. Allison needed to take Lydia home and find a way to explain what had happened that night without revealing everything to the redhead, for her own safety. Derek, Boyd, and Isaac were to follow Jackson on foot, while Scott and Erica would guide Stiles in his Jeep in an attempt to trap him. They still had no idea if they would be able to capture Jackson, or what they would do once they had, but they couldn’t just let him roam Beacon Hills freely.

When Roscoe could drive no further, Scott took off to act as back-up for Derek, while Erica contacted Isaac and Boyd and set off to verify the perimeter was secured. The hunters showing up was certainly not part of the plan, but Erica managed to keep her distance and trust that her alpha and best friend could handle themselves. The exchange between Scott and Gerard had her a bit bewildered, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it when Jackson took off once more and slipped through their perimeter.

They were able to track him all the way to Jungle, a popular gay club in Beacon Hills that was frequented by Jackson’s best friend Danny. Derek sent Erica to meet with Scott and Stiles while he and the pack tried to set up a new perimeter. When they saw Jackson actually go into the club, she texted Derek to tell him, and the three friends broke their way inside together. They weren’t sure why Jackson seemed to be going after Danny, but they were determined to make sure he didn’t succeed in killing his best friend.

Watching Scott and Stiles in a gay club was something Erica was going to remember fondly for a long time. Scott’s casual obliviousness was adorable, and Stiles’s ability to draw the attention of three of the most beautiful drag queens in the club had her fighting a smile. She told them that she was going to take a look around, leaving them to go to the bar and watch over Danny while she tried to find Jackson. Despite their best efforts, they weren’t able to stop Jackson or prevent him from temporarily paralyzing a handful of club patrons in addition to Danny. Erica had been near the fallen bodies, and the only reason Jackson didn’t attack her next was because Derek showed up and slashed his neck. In the chaos that followed, they lost Jackson, and Derek grabbed Erica to drag her from the club.

“You promised you wouldn’t kill him!” she shouted at him, pushing him away from her.

“He could have killed you,” Derek pointed out. “I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.”

“All he would have done was paralyze me like everyone else,” she shot back. “I don’t know why, but he didn’t come here to kill Danny. He had the chance, but he didn’t.”

“That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take the chance to kill you,” he argued. “I’m not going to apologize for protecting you. Now walk. We’re going home.”

“What about Scott and Stiles?” she questioned, even as she began walking beside him. Boyd and Isaac followed from a distance, chatting amongst themselves. “What about Jackson?”

“You can text them, but we’re still going home,” Derek decided. “As for Jackson, he’s either dead, dying, or down for now. If it’s the latter, then we’ll deal with it, as we do everything else. As a pack.”

Erica sighed, accepting his decision even if she didn’t like it. Jackson was supposed to be pack. They should have been helping him and healing him, not leaving him to die. Letting Derek guide them home, she pulled out her phone and began texting Scott and Stiles.

[text from: Catwoman] Are you guys okay?

[text from: Catwoman] I’m sorry I didn’t stick around. Jackson almost got me, and Derek protected me before demanding we leave. I don’t know if Jackson’s okay.

[text from: Superman] He’s alive, but knocked out in the backseat of Stiles’s Jeep.

[text from: Superman] Question: your parents are out of town, right?

[text from: Catwoman] I like the way your mind works, Superman.

[text from: Catwoman] You guys will beat me there, so bring him to the pool house.

[text from: Superman] How do we hold him so he can’t get out?

[text from: Catwoman] Derek has some equipment that might work. For now, just lock him in the back storage room. The window’s too small for him to get out through.

[text from: Superman] This is much better than Stiles’s idea.

[text from: Catwoman] What was his idea?

[text from: Superman] Stealing a police van.

[text from: Catwoman] Those have trackers!

[text from: Superman] He did not know that.

[text from: Catwoman] This is why you run all ideas through me.

After she sent her last text, she told Derek what was going on, and before she even had to ask, he was suggesting the same equipment she had seen him bring to the train car that week. He made her promise to be safe while he was gone, then sent Isaac home with Boyd for the night. She ran the rest of the way to her house alone, arriving shortly after Stiles and Scott deposited Jackson in the storage room. Just as she entered the pool house, she heard Jackson wake up and start shouting all of their names.

“I take it you haven’t explained why we brought him here?” she inquired, sighing when they smiled sheepishly at her. “Great,” she muttered, moving towards the storage room. “How’s it going in there?”

“Erica, I don’t know what kind of sick game this is, but let me out!” he demanded, slamming on the door.

“This isn’t a game, and I can’t do that,” she told him. “I’m sorry, but this is for your own good.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” he groaned. “Just let me out, Erica. At the very least, give me a pair of fucking pants.”

She turned around to glare at Stiles and Scott, her glare intensifying until Scott muttered an apology and Stiles volunteered to run and get Jackson a pair of pants. “We’ll get you some pants right now, and we will let you out eventually, but not until Derek gets here.”

“What does Derek have to do with this?” Jackson questioned. Erica didn’t answer, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she thought about what she should tell him. “What’s going on? Why am I here?”

“I told you, this is for your own good,” she assured him. “I’m sorry, I have to wait for Derek.” She took the pants that Stiles quickly returned with, walking over to the door and cracking it just enough to toss the pants in before shutting and locking it again. She walked back over to Scott and Stiles, taking a slow, steadying breath. “You guys don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to. Derek will be here soon, and we’ll find a way to get through to Jackson.”

“You want us to leave you alone with him?” Scott asked, glancing back towards the storage room.

“Yeah, no offense, Erica, but the last time you went up against him as the kanima, he knocked you out cold,” Stiles reminded, shaking his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Do you two want me to leave you alone to finish what you started earlier?” Scott muttered.

“That was nothing,” Erica insisted, moving towards the fridge to grab a water bottle for herself. She could feel both of their eyes following her so she turned her back to them as she took a long sip of water.

“Erica doesn’t want to talk to me about it,” Stiles finally stated. “Whatever it is that you, Derek, Isaac, and everyone else but me seems to know, she doesn’t want to talk to me about it. And you know what? That’s fine. You’re all in some special club that I’m not part of now, so why not keep secrets?”

“You think I don’t want to talk to you because I’m a werewolf and you’re not?” Erica said in disbelief. “Unbelievable. You know what. You two watch Jackson. I’ll wait for Derek outside.”

“Erica-” Scott started, moving to block her path. “Maybe now’s the right time.”

“No!” she shouted, pushing him away with wide eyes. “Not now. Not here. Not with you around.” She stormed out of the pool house, slamming the door closed behind her as she took a few steps away and looked up at the sky. She could feel the angry, overwhelmed tears pooling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall this time. She was in control of her body and of her life, and she was not going to cry over her best friends anymore.

Derek soon arrived, walking down silently to where she stood with the box of equipment in his hands. He stopped beside her, waiting for her to look at him before proceeding inside with her. “Where is he?” he asked, dropping the box on the table and opening it. He pulled out a set of cuffs for hands and feet that were connected by a thick chain and had extra yards at the end to be tied to something or held if need be. Stiles and Scott both pointed towards the storage room, and Derek nodded, walking past them and through the door. There was a short scuffle before the door reopened and Derek led Jackson out by the chain that he was now restrained by. “Sit on the couch,” he demanded, Erica grabbing the box and moving it and the table out of the way so the living room space was more open for them. “What do you remember happening tonight?”

“What the hell is this?” Jackson demanded, glaring at all of them. “Some kind of fucked up intervention?”

“Kind of,” Erica commented.

“Answer the question,” Derek ordered.

“Fine!” Jackson shouted. “I went to Erica’s house to talk to Lydia. I wanted my key back, and I knew she had it. She tried to lie to me, but I could tell. We got into a fight over it, and… I don’t know. Somehow we ended up kissing. That’s the last thing I remember before waking up in that dark, shitty room.”

“So you have a complete black out from when you were kissing Lydia to when you woke up here?” Derek reiterated.

“That’s what I just said,” Jackson confirmed, losing his patience.

“How often have you lost time like that?” Derek questioned, startling Jackson a bit.

“How did you know I’ve been losing time?” he asked.

“Because this isn’t the first time we’ve seen the kanima,” Erica stated, frowning slightly. “You might not be a werewolf, Jackson, but you are a shapeshifter. You are pack.”

“What are you talking about?” Jackson groaned. “We’ve been over this, haven’t we? You did your stupid test, and you proved it wasn’t me. Don’t you think I would know if I was turning into something else? It’s the one thing I’ve been waiting for.”

“I don’t know why the test failed,” Derek grumbled.

“Maybe it’s like an either/or thing,” Stiles pointed out. “A snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom, but when’s the kanima not the kanima?”

“When it’s Jackson,” Erica nodded.

“So what? You’re telling me that the Bite did work, but instead of turning me into a werewolf, I turned into a were-snake?” Jackson ranted. “You’re all insane.”

“It’s more like a lizard,” Stiles clarified. “And your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail.”

“I have a tail?” Jackson repeated.

“Yeah, you have a tail,” Stiles confirmed.

“Mm, does it do anything?” Jackson asked.

“No, not that we know of,” Stiles replied.

Jackson nodded, then lunged against his handcuffs towards Stiles. “Can I use it to strangle you?”

“You still don’t believe us,” Stiles complained.

“Why would we do all of this if it wasn’t true, Jackson?” Erica pointed out. “If it was just Stiles and Scott, I could understand, but why would Derek and I be involved if it wasn’t real?”

“Okay, fine. Let’s pretend I do believe you. What the hell am I supposed to do about it?” Jackson asked them. “How am I supposed to stop myself from turning into a freaking lizard when I didn’t even know it was happening to me?”

“That’s what we need to figure out,” Derek told him. “Until we do, we need to keep you here so you don’t kill anyone else.”

“You can’t just keep me locked up in here,” Jackson declared. “My parents will wonder where I am.”

“You’re going to text them and tell them you’re spending the night at a friend’s house,” Derek decided, glancing back at the other three teens. “You three will go get some rest and go to school tomorrow. Stiles, drive Erica. Scott, look into why the kanima may have targeted Danny.”

“I tried to attack Danny?” Jackson asked, and the surprise in his voice told them just how unaware he had been.

“You can’t boss me around. You’re not my alpha,” Stiles argued.

“I’ll just walk,” Erica stated.

“No, I’ll drive you,” Stiles quickly promised, pressing his lips into a thin line as Erica rolled her eyes.

“I’ll bring Jackson back home tomorrow and keep an eye on him there until we figure this out,” Derek continued, turning back to the boy in question. “Erica’s right. You’re pack.”

Erica watched as Jackson nodded, looking down at his hands. She walked towards him, handing him his phone and giving his arm a gentle pat before leaving the pool house. Scott and Stiles trailed out behind her, following her up to her house and inside. “I appreciate you guys going along with Derek’s plan.”

“It’s not the worst plan,” Scott shrugged.

“Could do without him bossing me around,” Stiles admitted. “I mean, has the guy heard of the word ‘please’?” He found his smile growing when his joke made Erica laugh. “Can I drive you tomorrow? I’ve missed driving you around.”

“Yeah, you can drive me,” she nodded. She glanced up and saw Scott watching her, his expression difficult to read. “I, uh, guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She walked past them and made her way upstairs, ready to go to bed as she felt more tired than she had in a long time.

Jackson’s text had satisfied his parents, and his return home claiming to be ill the next morning had him isolated in his bedroom, which Derek easily snuck into. Jackson wasn’t a fan of sharing his space with the broody alpha, but he texted Erica throughout the day complaining, and her agreement with most of his observations seemed to appease him. Stiles drove Erica to school, as promised, but then they parted ways as Erica walked off with Boyd and Isaac. The only real twist of the day was that Allison’s mother was the substitute teacher for their English class, and Erica overheard a rather disturbing conversation after class about prom and family expectations between the woman and her daughter.

After school ended, Scott had gone to visit Danny in the hospital, then set off to try to retrieve his tablet from his car, which was still parked by the club. If Danny had been doing this favor for Jackson, maybe that was why the kanima targeted him. Maybe whatever video he was trying to recover for Jackson was a danger to the kanima somehow. Finding the car broken into and the tablet gone threw a wrench in that plan, but he texted his findings to Erica anyways. She then replied to him and Stiles, telling them to meet at the pool house. Derek had decided to sneak Jackson out of his room once he knew his parents would leave him alone. Jackson had made it clear he had little control over when he turned, and the last thing Derek wanted was for Jackson to accidentally hurt his parents.

When they all arrived at the pool house (Allison included), Jackson was handcuffed and back in the storage closet, not pleased but accepting of the necessary precautions. Derek explained that he needed to look into the kanima in his own way, and that he wanted them to pair up and take shifts watching over Jackson. He left them to decide how they split up the shifts, taking off in his Camaro without another word. Glancing back at the storage room door, the four teens decided to step outside to talk things over, starting with what Scott had discovered.

“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the kanima, he’s definitely not going to remember stealing Danny’s tablet,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles questioned.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison suggested.

“Then somebody else knows what he is,” Stiles pointed out.

“Which could mean someone’s protecting him,” Scott added.

“Like the bestiary says, ‘the kanima seeks a friend,’ right?” Allison reminded them.

“Wait what? I didn’t hear this,” Erica muttered. “That was in that book you were trying to steal from your grandfather?”

“That’s what Ms. Morell translated from it, yeah,” Allison nodded.

“So does that mean that the person protecting Jackson is a friend of Jackson or a friend of the kanima?” Erica wondered. “Or is there even a difference?”

“I think there is, because the kanima attacked Danny, and Danny is Jackson’s best friend,” Scott pointed out.

“Okay, hold on,” Stiles intervened. “So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know? I mean, who would do that?”

“Somebody who wanted to protect him?” Allison mused.

“There’s something else,” Scott chimed in. “You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?”

“Well, no, it can’t be,” Stiles shook his head. “It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don’t know about you three, but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.”

“But I- I don’t think that it was actually trying to kill us,” Scott stated, turning to Allison. “Remember when we were at Isaac’s the first time, it just went right by us, didn’t it?”

“You’re right, it just ran off,” Allison nodded.

“And it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage,” Scott continued, facing Stiles.

“Well yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool,” Stiles recalled.

“Did it?” Scott countered.

“It would’ve,” Stiles insisted. “It was waiting for us to come out.”

“What if it was trying to keep you in?” Scott questioned.

“It could have killed me instead of knocking me out,” Erica added. “I was unconscious and undefended with you two in the pool and it left me alone. I think Scott’s right.”

“Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?” Stiles asked, shivering.

“Because there’s something else going on,” Scott declared. “We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything about what’s going on with Jackson, or why someone’s protecting him.”

“‘Know thy enemy,’” Allison muttered, drawing all of their attention. “Just something my grandfather said.”

“Alright, I got it,” Stiles announced. “Kill Jackson. Problem solved.”

“Really? You’re going to go with the Derek Hale preferred method of dealing with problems?” Erica replied.

“He risked his life for us, against Peter. You remember that?” Scott scolded Stiles.

“Yes, but what did we just find out?” Stiles continued. “He got the Bite from Derek.”

“What’s your point?” Erica warned.

“It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us. It’s funny,” Stiles said sarcastically.

“Yeah, it doesn’t mean he’s not still worth saving,” Scott told him.

“It’s always something with him though,” Stiles complained.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing,” Scott reminded him.

“So what?” Stiles asked.

“So I didn’t either!” Scott exclaimed, turning to face Allison again. “You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?” Allison nodded solemnly, glancing away. “I had someone to stop me. He has nobody.”

“That’s his own fault,” Stiles stated.

“Doesn’t matter,” Scott retorted. “If we can save him, we should try.”

“Scott’s right,” Erica agreed. “Jackson isn’t some irredeemable monster. He’s a teenager. He’s just like us. All for one and one for all, remember? ‘All’ includes Jackson.”

“Whatever,” Stiles gave in, stepping away from them. “Look, I really want to go check on Lydia. She hasn’t forgiven me for ditching her at her car during the last game. Scott, if you and Allison take the first shift, I can come back and stay overnight with Erica.”

“Sure, man,” Scott nodded.

“Yeah, you’ll be sleeping on the floor,” Erica grumbled, storming out of the pool house. She could have easily gone up to her room, but she found herself taking off into the woods, needing to blow off some steam. She hated how easily she got riled up by the mention of Stiles and Lydia, but she supposed no matter how close she became to Lydia, she would always be jealous of the way she kept Stiles captivated over the years.

The plan had seemed simple enough. All Scott and Allison had to do was stand watch to make sure Jackson didn’t escape the storage room. When it was time for her shift, Erica returned from running around in the woods to find the area around the small window in the storage room ripped through, creating a gap large enough for Jackson to escape. She stormed into the pool house, Stiles following behind her, only to find Scott and Allison half-clothed and asleep on the couch. When they realized that Jackson had escaped, they both sported guilty expressions.

“I have to tell my father,” Allison stated.

“I have to tell Derek,” Erica sighed. If they had kept Jackson secluded, they had more options, but she knew they would have to find a way to stop Jackson.

Scott began walking away, and they started to follow him. “Scott,” Allison spoke. “He’s going to kill someone.”

“Okay, tell him,” Scott nodded. “Tell him everything.”

“Scott, I gotta tell mine too,” Stiles added regretfully.

“This is all my fault,” Scott muttered.

“It’s not,” Allison shook her head. “But we have to tell them. We’re just a bunch of teenagers, and even with Derek, we can’t handle this.”

“You’re right,” Scott agreed.

“How are you going to make your dad believe all this?” Allison asked Stiles.

“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted.

Scott turned to face him, flashing his eyes gold as he said, “He’ll believe me.”

“Do you want me to come with you guys?” Erica offered, knowing how fond the Sheriff was of her.

“No, you go meet with Derek,” Scott advised. “Tell him that I’m sorry. I’ll try to make it up to him.”

“Good luck with that,” she replied curtly, turning away when he swallowed dryly. She shook her head as she left the pool house, texting Derek for his location before setting off to find him. She explained what she had seen, what she had pieced together, and what was likely going to happen next. He said he would go out and try to find Jackson, but that she should head home and get some rest. She wasn’t sure how much rest she would get not knowing whether Jackson was okay, but she went home and tried anyway. Before she could fall asleep, she got a text from Jackson that had her perking up in bed.

[text from: Jackson] I know you and Derek are trying to help, so I’m sorry, but I had to blame someone.

[text from: Erica] What are you talking about?

[text from: Erica] What did you do?

Fifteen minutes passed with no response before another text message came in, this time from Scott.

[text from: Superman] I changed my mind. We’re killing Jackson.

[text from: Catwoman] What? Why?

[text from: Batman] The dick showed up at the deputy station and claimed we kidnapped him. His dad’s a big time lawyer, and my dad’s gonna be in deep shit at work.

[text from: Catwoman] What?!

[text from: Superman] My mom’s here. I gotta go.

[text from: Catwoman] Guys, I’m sorry! I didn’t know!

With a growl, Erica tossed her phone to the end of her bed and climbed out of it, throwing on clothes before grabbing the device again and heading out of her house. She had to check on them to make sure they were okay. She had to know exactly how much damage Jackson had done and figure out how to make it right somehow. Knowing Stiles would stay late at the station with his dad, she made her way to Scott’s house, intent on waiting in his room until he got home.

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ao3feed-scisaac · 6 years ago

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Endearments

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by remember_2_breathe (scisaac_the_socio)

Scott wants to prove Matt Daehler wrong and Isaac offers to help because he’s cute.

Words: 1958, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Matt Daehler, Allison Argent

Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall

Additional Tags: Kinktober, the Jungle, Boys Kissing, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Underage Kissing, Oral Sex, Scisaac - Freeform, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Drag Queens, Bottom Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Top Isaac Lahey, blowjob, handjob, Frottage

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#scisaac #ao3feed #fanfic

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GAY MUSIC CHART - 2018 week 22

Due to an increasing music actuality and votes on our channel, we try to make a TOP 60 LGBTQ+ related music videos chart. Let’s see if it’s possible, because we are so frustated to see so many good music videos which don’t enter or stay more in the chart. In this format, votes of fans are limited to 4 weeks. Please notice that this new format is just an experimentation.

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Here is the recap for this week :

OUT : Oscar And The Wolf - Fever (LW: 21 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 21)

OUT : DJ Inox - Size Queen feat. Adam Joseph (LW: 24 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 24)

OUT : Michael Blume - Blunder (LW: 27 / WO: 11 / PEAK: 02)

OUT : BILLY - California High (LW: 34 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 34)

OUT : Les Funambules feat. Grégori Baquet & Magali Bonfils - Les évadés (LW: 35 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 35)

OUT : Michael Medrano feat. Steve Grand - Heal (LW: 38 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 38)

OUT : Wincent Weiss - An Wunder (LW: 41 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41)

OUT : Glasperlenspiel - Royals & Kings (LW: 42 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 42)

OUT : Nicki French - Steal The Crown (Matt Pop Remix) (LW: 44 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 44)

OUT : Kiddy Smile - Dickmatized (with Crookers) (LW: 45 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45)

OUT : Todrick Hall - Type (LW: 46 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 14)

OUT : Nanne - Ik Wil Meer (#Freepass) (LW: 47 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 47)

OUT : Janelle Monáe - I Like That (LW: 49 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 49)

01 (+ 1) : Troye Sivan - Bloom (Lyric Video) (LW: 02 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 01 (x1))

Australia - 2018

The Australian singer deleted a tweet where he said that the song was talking about bottoming. Now, he answer that it only talks about flowers. If the first explanation is real, the brilliant metaphore makes this song an enjoyable gay sex anthem.

02 (- 1) : Ryan O'Shaughnessy - Together (LW: 01 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 01 (x5))

Ireland - 2018

Congratulations Ireland for your 16th place in the final of the Eurovision Song Contest! But in semi-final, this act was censored in China because it includes two men dancing together. Meanwhile, in Russia, the commentator said that this act showed a strong male friendship.

03 (+ 40) : Years & Years - If You're Over Me (LW: 43 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 03)

UK - 2018 / from the album "Palo Santo"

04 (+ 6) : Kim Petras - Heart to Break (LW: 10 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 04)

Germany - 2018

This is the new music video of the transgender singer.

05 (=) : Saara Aalto - Monsters (LW: 05 / WO: 16 / PEAK: 02)

Finland - 2018

Finland came 25th in the final of the Eurovision Song Contest 2018.

06 (- 3) : Kodaline - Follow Your Fire (LW: 03 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x1))

Ireland - 2018

There is a gay couple in this music video.

07 (=) : Francisco Victoria - Todo lo que tengo (LW: 07 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 07)

Chile - 2018

08 (+ 14) : Céline Dion - Ashes (LW: 22 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 08)

Canada - 2018 / from the album "Deadpool 2 OST"

This is Yanis Marshall (and not Ryan Reynolds) who plays Deadpool dancing in high heels in this music video.

09 (+ 2) : Namuel - Poder (LW: 11 / WO: 14 / PEAK: 03)

Chile - 2018

10 (- 6) : Calum Scott - What I Miss Most (LW: 04 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 01 (x1))

UK - 2018 / from the album "Only Human"

The singer won the Metro Guilty Pleasures Award of the British Music Awards 2018.

11 (+ 6) : Openside - No Going Back (LW: 17 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 11)

New Zealand - 2018

12 (- 6) : Jackson Krecioch - Little Things (LW: 06 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 05)

USA - 2018

Jackson Krecioch is a 19 years old Musical.ly star and YouTuber. He came out publicly in 2016.

13 (- 1) : Netta - Toy (LW: 12 / WO: 10 / PEAK: 04)

Israel - 2018

And Israel won the Eurovision Song Contest 2018 : congratulations Netta!

14 (- 1) : Eli Lieb - The Nights We Lived (LW: 13 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 13)

USA - 2018 / from the album "The Nights We Lived"

The music video is composed with his own home footage taken over the past 15 years.

15 (- 6) : La Prohibida - La pubblicità (Un mondo ideale) (LW: 09 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 09)

Spain - 2018 / from the album "100k años de luz"

This is the new music video of the Spanish drag queen.

16 (- 8) : Lostchild - Blacklist (LW: 08 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 06)

UK - 2018

17 (+ 15) : Christine and The Queens feat. Dâm-Funk - Damn, dis-moi (LW: 32 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 17)

France – 2018

You can call the queer artist Christine or Chris now. The english version is titled "Girlfriend".

18 (+ 8) : Ryan Amador - Loverboy (LW: 26 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 18)

USA - 2018

Such a romantic love song...

19 (NEW) : Tiago Braga - Ilusão (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 19)

Portugal - 2018

A story of infidelity.

20 (+ 5) : Blair St. Clair - Now or Never (LW: 25 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 20)

USA - 2018

This is the first music video of the drag queen who was a contestant on the tenth season of RuPaul's Drag Race.

21 (- 1) : SAKIMA - Daddy (LW: 20 / WO: 24 / PEAK: 05)

UK - 2017

22 (NEW) : Colapesce - Maometto a Milano (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 22)

Italy - 2018 / from the album "Infedele"

The Italian singer dares to represent two Daesh fighters falling in love and then executed when their relationship is discovered. His music video is aged restricted on YouTube because of that.

23 (NEW) : Zolita - Come Home With Me (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 23)

USA - 2018 / from the EP "Sappho"

Her girlfriend in real life is in this music video with her.

24 (NEW) : BuzzFeedVideo - The History Of Queer Dance (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 24)

USA - 2018

The story of this young teen is emotional.

25 (NEW) : The Diesel Tykes feat. Scott Free - LGBT Alphabet Song (Pride Song) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 25)

USA - 2018

26 (+ 13) : Janelle Monáe - Pynk (LW: 39 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 21)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Dirty Computer"

27 (+ 6) : Don Diablo feat. Calum Scott - Give Me Love (LW: 33 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 10)

The Netherlands / UK - 2018 / from the album "FUTURE"

28 (- 13) : Years & Years - Sanctify (LW: 15 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 01 (x3))

UK - 2018

Years & Years singer Olly Alexander says the band’s new single Sanctify is about straight men who experiment with gay sex.

29 (- 15) : Alex Aris - Wrong Love (LW: 14 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 14)

Sweden - 2018

This is the first single in solo of the 29 years old Swedish singer. His song is talking "about someone who constantly falls in love with the wrong people. And it does not matter if it's a man or a woman", he said.

30 (+ 20) : Smashby - Wild One (LW: 50 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 31)

UK - 2018 / from the EP "Wild One"

31 (- 15) : Ben Davidson - Fallin In (Official Lyric Video) (LW: 16 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 14)

UK - 2018

32 (NEW) : Emmanuel Moire - Et si on parlait d’amour (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 32)

France - 2018

33 (- 15) : Keiynan Lonsdale - Kiss The Boy (Official Lyric Video) (LW: 18 / WO: 9 / PEAK: 15)

Australia - 2018

34 (- 4) : Francisco Victoria - Marinos (LW: 30 / WO: 22 / PEAK: 03)

Chile - 2017

This is the first single of the Chilean singer, produced by Alex Anwandter. A revelation.

35 (- 12) : Sam Smith feat. Logic - Pray (LW: 23 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 16)

UK / USA - 2018

Finally, a music video is available for this awesome collaboration.

36 (NEW) : Steven Redant + Joe Gauthreaux - Together and Always (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 36)

Spain / USA - 2018 / from the EP "Together and Always"

The music video is focused on an intriguing trouple.

37 (- 9) : Openside - I Feel Nothing (LW: 28 / WO: 16 / PEAK: 06)

New Zealand - 2017

Lead singer Possum Plows, who is gender non-binary, raises the transgender flag in this music video.

38 (NEW) : Melo Moreno - One More River (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 38)

Spain - 2018 / from the album "No soy una Señora"

39 (+ 1) : Not.Your.Regular.Boy. - Crazyland (LW: 40 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 31)

The Netherlands - 2018

Revealed on X-Factor and the Voice, this is his debut single.

40 (NEW) : Jake Shears - Creep City (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 40)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Jake Shears"

This is the debut single in solo of the lead singer of the band Scissor Sisters.

41 (- 5) : HEIDRIK - White Flag (LW: 36 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 34)

Faroe Islands (Denmark) - 2018 / from the album "Funeral"

42 (NEW) : King Princess - Talia (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 42)

USA - 2018

43 (NEW) : Be Steadwell - Sometimes (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Queer Love Songs"

44 (NEW) : Lars von Keitz - We Are Weeds (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 44)

USA - 2018

45 (NEW) : Titica - Reza Madame (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45)

Angola - 2018 / from the album "Pra Quê Julgar"

46 (NEW) : SuperKnova - Night's A Bitch (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46)

USA - 2018 / from the EP "Splendor Dysphoria"

47 (NEW) : Jaloo feat. BADSISTA - Say Goodbye (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 47)

Brazil - 2018

48 (NEW) : New Jiew - Tonight (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 48)

Thailand - 2018

This music video is focused on a gay teen in the closet who finds his happiness with the duo's music.

49 (RE-ENTRY) : Ian Sepheer - Cries Of The Jungle (LW: - / WO: 2 / PEAK: 23)

The Netherlands - 2018 / from the EP "After Dark"

This is the debut single of the 21 years old Dutch singer.

50 (- 19) : Asbjørn - Nothing 2 Lose (LW: 31 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 31)

Denmark - 2018

51 (NEW) : Ryan Beatty - Bruise (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 51)

USA - 2018

52 (NEW) : Leon Markcus feat. Bilal Hassani - Hot City (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 52)

Singapore / France - 2018

53 (- 5) : Tuure Boelius - Lätkäjätkä-Ville (LW: 48 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 23)

Finland - 2018

The 17 years old Finnish YouTuber decided to release this music video just before the debut of the Ice Hockey World Championship 2018, hoping changing mentalities for more acceptance and diversity in this sport. It caused a mediatic storm in Finland.

54 (- 17) : Trevor Moran - Sinner (LW: 37 / WO: 24 / PEAK: 01 (x2))

USA - 2017

55 (- 36) : Ірина Білик / Iryna Bilyk - Не ховай очей / Don't Hide Your Eyes (LW: 19 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 19)

Ukraine - 2018 / from the album "Без грима" / "Without Makeup"

The singer wanted to show her support to the Ukrainian LGBT community with this music video which shows several same-sex couples. It has been released on the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia.

56 (- 27) : Juan Guiã - Despacho (LW: 29 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 29)

Brazil - 2018 / from the EP "Também Sou Feito De Infernos"

57 (NEW) : Leon Else – My Kind Of Love (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 57)

UK - 2018 / from the album "13 Reasons Why - Season 2 OST"

58 (NEW) : Gumball Machine - I'm Gay And Instagram Is Ruining My Life (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 58)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Professional Fame"

59 (NEW) : The Internet - Roll (Burbank Funk) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 59)

USA - 2018

60 (NEW) : K's Choice - Je Ne Rêve Plus De Toi (live @ Liefde Voor Muziek) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 60)

Belgium - 2018

ALSO NEW THIS WEEK

Leland - Mattress

USA - 2018

Brett "Leland" McLaughlin is a LGBT singer and songwriter who has composed many songs of Troye Sivan.

Saro - Boy Afraid

USA - 2018 / from the EP "Boy Afraid"

Robin Schulz & Marc Scibilia - Unforgettable

Germany - 2018 / from the album "Uncovered"

Is it more than a friendship with these two young women ?

DJ Inox - Size Queen feat. Adam Joseph (shorts version) (LW: 24 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 24)

USA - 2018

This version, with only bulges in shorts, is made by Adam Joseph. It's not really surprising that it was censored very quickly on YouTube.

Monét X Change feat. Bob The Drag Queen - Soak It Up

USA - 2018

Peppermint - Black Pepper

USA - 2018 / from the EP "Black Pepper"

Tatianna feat. Salvadora Dali - Try

USA - 2018 / from the album "T1"

Kennedy Davenport feat. Dresia Dee - Moving Up

USA - 2018

Jiggly Caliente - FckBoi

USA - 2018 / from the album "T.H.O.T. Process"

Alexis Michelle - Lovefool

USA - 2018 / from the album "Lovefool"

This is a cover of the Cardigans.

Chumina Power feat. Pupi Poisson - Cuanta Ramera

Spain - 2018 / from the album "No soy una Señora"

J Pee - Candy Rapper

USA - 2018

Roy Kinsey - BSAYF

USA - 2018

Benjamin Hey! - Drank Cup!

USA - 2018

JC Brooks Band - Anywhere But America

USA - 2018

Goro Gocher - Inmoral

Uruguay - 2018 / from the album "No Corresponde"

The footages are from Andrew Christian.

Mohan - Um hino para um gay que se foi

Brazil - 2018

Mohan is the new name of Mr John.

Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato - Fall In Line

USA - 2018 / from the album "Liberation"

Tom Hugo - Family (The Norwegian Pride Song)

Norway - 2018

Javi Agudo - Calentito

Spain - 2018

Benjamin Koll - I Don't Wanna Fight

Mexico - 2018 / from the album "Songs For a Better Future"

Yeyo - El Principio Del Fin (Lyric Video)

Spain - 2018

Asbjørn - We & I

Denmark – 2018

Eloy - Egal was andere sagen

The Netherlands - 2018 / from the album "Kopf aus - Herz an"

This cover of Boyzone is a tribute to his former boyfriend Stephen Gately.

Janelle Monáe - Make Me Feel [The Voice Performance]

USA - 2018

Dorian Wood - Sœur Adèle

USA - 2018

ERASURE - Phantom Bride

UK - 2018 / from the album "World Be Live"

Max Weyers - Du bringst mich um (live @ CSD Rostock 2017)

Germany - 2016

Sam Smith - Pray (Live at the O2)

UK - 2018 / from the album "he Thrill of It All"

Ricky Martin feat. Wisin, Yandel - Fiebre (live @ Premios Billboard de la Música Latina 2018)

Spain / Puerto Rico – 2018

Troye Sivan and Taylor Swift - My My My (live @ Reputation Tour @ Rose Bowl Night 2)

Australia / USA - 2018

Eli Lieb - Ashes (Celine Dion Cover)

USA - 2018

Sam Tsui - No Tears Left to Cry (Ariana Grande Cover)

USA - 2018

Ty Herndon - Slow Down (Brandon Stansell Acoustic Cover & Interview)

USA - 2018

Seeing these two together in this interview is really interesting.

See you next week and don’t forget to vote for your best LGBTQA music videos ! Here are the rules :

1 ) You can vote for many videos as you want under the videos on YouTube in the comment section. It could be recent or past music videos, which must provide at least one among the following conditions:

- the music video has LGBTQA related content, in the lyrics or the music video

- the artist is LGBTQA, an LGBTQA icon or eventually ally

- LGBTQA medias talked about it.

2 ) You can’t vote more than 3 songs of a same artist per week.

3 ) In case of an artist who receive votes mostly by a fan base, we will count only one song, in a limited time of 4 weeks of presence in the top.

4 ) You can vote with only one account.

5 ) If you make 5 votes or less, your first vote will represent 5 points, your second vote 4 points, etc… until your last vote and following 1 point. If you make 6 to 10 votes, your first vote will represent 10 points, your second vote 9 points, etc… If you make more than 10 votes, your first vote will represent 20 points, your second vote 19 points, etc…

6 ) People who make 1 to 5 votes form the amateur ranking, those who make 6 to 10 votes form the fan ranking, those who make more than 10 votes form the expert ranking. We form the jury ranking. And we count now the ranking of minutes of views of our weekly playlist of the previous week. The Gay Music Chart is the addition of the five charts. In case of equality, the number of votes and the dates of votes will count.

7 ) The votes will close on Thursday, 8 PM, European time.

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