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Title: Little Lost Boy - Chapter #13

Pairings: Steo (Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 5,877

Warnings: Drunken Behavior Mild Panic Attack Description Lots of Cussing Brief Mention of Non-Consensual Humping

Square Filled: “Fuck you too!”

Written For: @anyfandomangstbingo

Full Fic AO3 Link

Summary:

Just before halftime ends Theo glances towards the bleachers. He figures his dads will at least be here. Suddenly he freezes because there in the front row is—“Gen?” he calls out.

Past: Three Years Ago

Theo wasn’t expecting his brother to show up to any more of his games. Why would Stiles travel all the way from college just to see his younger brother play? As they warm up Theo shakes his head at himself. He’s pictured Stiles and himself together a million times, but then he reminds himself that his brother has a boyfriend and they’re very happy together.

“Raeken!” the coach hollers. “Get your ass out there!”

“Yes, coach. Sorry,” he says and darts out onto the field.

Tonight, they’re playing one of those hoity toity private schools and their team thinks they’re all that and a bag of chips. Theo smirks as he clenches and unclenches his fists in anticipation. His cleats dig into the dirt with a satisfying grip and his body is vibrating with excitement.

At least he can take all that anger, emotion and excess energy out on the other players. Within reason of course. Just because one of his dads is a lawyer doesn’t mean Peter wouldn’t make him sit in jail and think about it for a night.

Avery, the team captain, calls heads while Nathan(?) Norman(?) No-something—captain of the hoity toity team—calls heads. The coin is up and when it lands, it’s tails. Everyone gets into position, the whistle sounds and the game begins.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Just before halftime ends Theo glances towards the bleachers. He figures his dads will at least be here. Suddenly he freezes because there in the front row is—“Gen?” he calls out.

The familiar face smiles and waves before his attention is grabbed by their dads again. Theo watches his brother talking animatedly as Mischief stands watch over him, her human’s fingers raking through her fur.

Theo can hear his coach telling them to bring it in, but for a moment he wants nothing more than to run over to his brother.

“Dude!” Avery says, his hand clamping onto Theo’s shoulder. “Come on, Raeken. Let’s go.”

Reluctantly, Theo tears his gaze away from Stiles and joins his teammates in the huddle. Regardless of how his heart skipped a beat when he saw Stiles, he still has a game to play. Not to mention, Stiles is still taken.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

With a loud whistle, signaling the end of the game, Theo’s team swarms onto the field. Theo scored the winning goal, and the team is roaring with excitement. He can’t help grinning as he gets hoisted up on the shoulders of two of his teammates. There’s adrenaline pumping through his veins and his gaze flicks towards the stands. He doesn’t see Stiles, but though there’s a pang at that, he can’t not be caught up in the win.

Peter and Chris make their way down the bleachers and smile at their younger son. “He did well,” Chris says with a smile.

“He did better than well, Christopher. He–”

“Theo was magnificent,” Stiles cuts in with a grin. The amber eyed man watches his brother being hoisted up and chuckles softly at the elated expression on Theo’s face. A vibration lets him know he has a message, and he turns away from the field to pull out his phone.

[Reese] Hey. How did his game go?

[Gen] Really well. He scored the winning goal.

[Reese] That’s amazing! Tell him congrats for me.

[Gen] Will do. Night!

[Reese] Night Gen.

Stiles slips his phone back into his pocket and tries to figure out where his brother is now. He chews his lip as he makes his way over and pauses when Mischief alerts him to his rising anxiety. He kneels down and buries his face in her fur. “Good girl,” he whispers.

“Gen?” a voice inquires.

Said man snaps his head up, his fingers still tight in Mischief’s fur. “Hey, Theo.” When his eyes alight on his brother, Stiles wonders if perhaps he was in the middle of his anxiety attack longer than he realized.

Theo grins and pushes his wet hair out of his eyes, fresh from a shower. “Hey. I uh…” he trails off and clears his throat. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Stiles stands up, still a little shaky and shrugs one shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be here? I’ve never missed a game.”

“Yeah,” Theo says with a soft smile. “You never have. So, uh how long are you here for?”

·𖥸·

Peter and Chris decide to head home, not wanting to get in the middle of their sons right now. Plus, it’s nice to have the house to themselves. It’s been a while since they’ve had time to just go at each other like animals.

·𖥸·

“Long enough to ask if you want to grab dinner,” Stiles replies evasively. “My treat.”

Theo quirks a brow and glances towards his team, wondering if he misheard or if there really was an underlining of nervousness in his brother’s tone.

Avery looks over and throws his hands up. “Are you coming, Raeken?” he hollers.

Before he can answer the team captain, Stiles clears his throat. “Go ahead, bro. You should celebrate.”

All it takes to make a decision is seeing the look on Stiles’s face. He may be trying to hide it and if Theo were anyone else, he would’ve believed him. With a shrug, Theo looks over at Avery and waves his team on. “Go ahead. I’m going to pass this time.”

“Are you serious?” Avery says skeptically.

“Deadly,” Theo calls back with a smirk.

As the team departs for the arcade, Theo turns back to his brother. “So…” he trails off. “Dinner?”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

It doesn’t take them long to get to the restaurant, grab a booth and order their food. Theo gets two bacon cheeseburgers with chili fries and a diet coke. Stiles snorts at the volume of food but then gets the same only with a peach mellow yellow instead of a diet coke.

The diner isn’t super busy, and they get their food pretty quickly. “There ya are darlings,” their waitress–Georgiana according to her name tag–says with a wink. “Enjoy!”

Stiles clears his throat and blushes at the wink but looks at his brother. “So, you started tonight. How’d that feel?”

Theo beams. “It was such a fucking rush, bro.” He won’t say it out loud but calling Stiles bro is the only way he’s going to keep his feelings to himself. “I still can’t believe the coach put me on the first string and let me start.”

“You’d better believe it, Theo. I mean you have natural talent,” he says, taking another bite of his burger.

Mischief’s ears perk slightly and Stiles smiles at her. He gives her a little treat since she’s being so good, and it makes Theo smile fondly. “What about you?” he says. “How’s college life?”

Stiles shrugs. “Good. I mean so far, it’s just classes and homework and I think I made a couple friends.”

“You think?” Theo asks bemused. “How can you not know?”

“Uh, well I don’t spend a lot of time with them. We study together but most of my time is spent with–”

“Reese?”

Stiles stills and swallows thickly. “Uh well about that. You see–” He cuts off and slips his fingers into Mischief’s fur as she rests her head on his thigh. She gives a soft chuff and noses at his stomach.

Theo tilts his head, his brow furrowing in concern as he recognizes those are some of Mischief’s techniques for soothing Stiles’s anxiety and panic attacks. “Gen what’s wrong? Did he do something? If he did something, I’ll kick his ass.”

A wet chuckle and a snort are the reply Stiles gives to his brother and then he shakes his head. “No. Neither of us did anything to each other. Nothing we didn’t want at least. Uh you see we broke up.”

“What?!” Theo exclaims. “Wait a damn minute!” he snaps. “When? Why?”

Stiles sighs and takes a drink. “Well, I got into Silver Arbor University but Reese? He got into Oakview University.”

“Okay. So, two different schools. Why did that lead to you guys breaking up?”

Amber eyes flick to meet Theo’s gaze then look away again. “It’s like this, while we were here together, things were amazing. The you know uh sex was amazing as was all that stuff,” he stutters with a bright red face as he blushes.

Theo quirks a brow, jealousy growing in his gut but shoves it away. “Okay. Keep going.”

“Right. So, we were having fun and it wasn’t like super serious, but we did want to make it work if we could.”

“So, then I don’t get it. I mean you wanted to make it work and then you…” Theo's brow furrows. “…didn’t?”

Stiles smiles slightly. “Yeah. Well, making it work was the plan until Reese got the full ride scholarship he’d been hoping for. We went to the park and talked about things. I can’t do long distance, Theo. It hurts too much. If I’m going to be with someone, I want someone who’s close by. So, we decided that we would part ways. It was all amicable and all that. So, we’re still friends. See?” He pulls out his phone and shows Theo the texts from earlier.

“Ah. I see,” Theo replies. He doesn’t want to jump for joy exactly but he’s vibrating with excitement at the possibility of Stiles being single. “So, have you met anyone special at Silver Arbor?”

Stiles quirks a brow and scoffs. “There’s lots of people. There’s lots of special people but quite a lot of people don’t make it past Mischief. They see her, think I’m some basket case and split. So, while I’ve met some people, I am not interested in any of them.” He polishes off his chili fries. “Besides, school is more important. I need good grades if I’m going to get a good, secure, high paying job later on.”

Theo remembers this discussion from before Stiles left for college. Stiles had previously told him, on more than one occasion, that he always felt like he owed the Hales so much for what they have done for him. A high paying job has always meant–for Stiles–that he could pay them back some of what he received.

While Theo doesn’t necessarily agree he also doesn’t try to dissuade his brother. Of course, with what Stiles wants to be, high paying is not so realistic. He’s going to get a degree in Creative Writing and…Theo thinks the other is Literature. Well, again, he doesn’t agree but he’ll let their dads deal with all of that when they find out.

What their dads—Peter and Chris—will want most of all is for Stiles to be happy in whatever career he pursues. They have the money and chose to use it—still choose to use it—on Stiles. Sooner or later the amber eyed man will figure that out.

“Well, then tell me how classes are. Are there any teachers you just can’t stand?” he says with a teasing grin.

Stiles lights up and rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’re gonna regret asking me that.” He wipes his face on the napkin and smirks. “So, for my Anatomy 101 class the teacher is named Mr. Oxford and he…”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

After that first game, Theo gets dinner with Stiles after every game the rest of the year. It's nice because their season is year round. If he thought too much about it, his mind would assign the term date to what they’re doing but he knows that’s not a thing that will ever happen between them. So, he just enjoys each and every evening he gets to spend with Stiles.

The last game of the season, the National Championship, takes place in Nashville, Tennessee and well this time Theo really doesn’t expect Stiles to show up. However, when he reaches the tunnel, there’s his brother wearing a shirt with Theo's name and number on it. Mischief has Theo’s name and number pinned onto her vest and is standing close to Stiles’s side.

“Good luck out there, Theo.” Stiles pulls him into a hug and smiles. “You got this.”

Theo hugs his brother as tight as he can, and the scent of Stiles’s cologne is intoxicating. He quickly pulls back and gives him a nod that is far more composed than he feels. “I have all the luck I need right here,” he says, smiling at the amber eyed man.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

As the timer runs out with Theo scoring five out of seven goals, the buzzer sounds, and NYC High is declared the National Champions of the 2018 High School National Finals.

Theo runs up to his brother and throws his arms around him with a huge smile. “We did it!” he crows.

Stiles laughs and nods. “You sure did. How does it feel?” he asks.

Theo pulls back and his breath hitches at how close they are. He could probably count each individual eyelash framing those amber eyes. “Uh…” he trails off. “Feels…”

“Raeken!” Avery calls out. “Let’s go!!”

The moment is broken and Stiles smiles, shaking his head. “Go on you goof. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait!” Theo calls out as Stiles and Mischief start to head out. “Dinner?”

Stiles’s face lights up and he shrugs as nonchalantly as possible. “Sounds good to me. Text me when you’re done celebrating with your team.”

Theo tilts his head. “Where are you staying?”

“Hotel. I told Tata I was fine, but he insisted. Pops wasn’t about to get in the middle of it. So, I have a room.”

“Good.” Theo’s cheeks flush. “I’ll text you and maybe we can stay in and order pizza. The new episode of Lucifer should be on.”

Stiles beams. “I’m so down.”

Theo watches as his brother walks away and resolutely ignores the swarm of butterflies in his stomach. It’s just his brother, pizza and a movie–alone in a hotel room—“Shit,” he mutters.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Theo’s senior year draws to a close and he receives scholarships to two different colleges. The first school is Amherst Heights University and the second one is Silver Arbor University. It’s not even a question for him. He easily–eagerly–accepts SAU’s offers.

Peter and Chris sit Theo down and have a long discussion with their son. They want to make sure Theo is choosing SAU for reasons that have nothing to do with seeing his brother.

Stiles will be starting his sophomore year and has chosen to enroll in harder courses. Theo assures them it’s only partially–admits to himself it’s mostly–because of Stiles. He really has gotten almost all of his college tuition paid for with scholarships.

However, in order to prove his reasons further to his dads, Theo decides against living with Stiles when he starts college in the fall. The dorms on campus are freaking insane and he gets to meet so many different people.

By the time classes start, he’s barely seen Stiles at all and has fully immersed himself into campus life. Theo gets that Stiles needs his own space with his PTSD, but can’t he get space and not miss out on everything else in the process?

At the beginning of week one, Theo had gone over to ask his brother about it only to immediately leave when he saw Stiles entering the apartment with another guy. “So much for not having anyone special huh?” Theo mutters heatedly to himself. “Whatever.”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Part of campus life is clubs, classes, athletics, social circles and hierarchies. There are also sororities and fraternities. Chris and Peter had been in a fraternity called Alpha Beta Omega. Aunt Talia always teases them about it but neither man does anything more than roll their eyes with indulgently fond smiles. They don’t regret it at all. In fact, it’s how they met.

Despite that fact, Theo hadn’t ever planned to join a fraternity. He definitely didn’t want to after hearing some horror stories about what pledges go through. He knows they’re not all bad but well they’re not all good either.

All his avoidance of Greek life gets thwarted when he’s walking back to his dorm after classes and gets an invite handed to him by a perky brunette with bright blue eyes.

“Hey hottie!” she says. “Come to a party we’re having at Delta Gamma Radia!”

Theo takes the invite with a skeptical quirk of his brow. “Uh…Thanks. I guess? I don’t know if that’s my scene.”

She pouts and then smirks. “Do you like to party?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“Do you like music and dancing?”

“Of course!” Theo says.

“Okay and do you like to be surrounded by other hotties writhing and sweating and lusting in a crowd?”

Theo blushes and nearly starts fanning his face. He hasn’t been with anyone since junior year. “Damn. I mean yeah. That sounds pretty fucking hot.”

When she holds out her hand, he robotically shakes it. “Then come on baby hottie,” she coos. “Join us for a hot night.”

“Okay. Count me in.”

She smirks at him, pleased with his response.

Theo tilts his head. “What’s your name?” he asks, his voice high and breathy.

“Violet. What’s your name, baby hottie?”

Theo clears his throat. “Theo.” He clears his throat again when his voice comes out scratchy and hoarse. “My name is Theo.”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Theo gets back to his dorm room and tears through his closet for the perfect outfit. He grins triumphantly when he finds the perfect look. He throws on a black tank top, black skinny jeans–the ones that hug his ass in all the right ways–a blue Henley and a pair of high top black shoes with white graffiti art on them.

After making sure his roommate is out for the count, he puts on some eyeliner and a hint of lip gloss. Theo loves the Colin O'Donoghue as Captain Hook look he has going on right now. Of course, he doesn’t want to go overboard but the way the black makes his eyes pop has always given him shivers.

Apparently, he’s got at least an hour left before the party. So, with a sigh, he plops down on the dorm room couch and turns on the tv. He can’t help his mind wandering to Stiles. It’s an annoying habit that he can’t seem to shake.

Theo pulls his phone out, biting his lip. He could invite Stiles to the party. Right? He’s not sure what his brother would say and feels guilty for even considering asking him. He can’t imagine how the fraternity and others would react to Mischief, but Stiles would go for Theo. wouldn’t he?

[Theo] Hey! So, there’s a party tonight. You down?

Theo quickly sends it before he can overthink the whole thing. Who knows? Maybe Stiles will say yes.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Stiles and Owen are hanging out in the living room of his apartment studying when his phone buzzes. Mischief’s head perks up when Stiles’s heart skips a beat at the sender.

“Oooo…” Owen says. “Who’s it from, Gen?”

Stiles rolls his eyes and uses his middle finger to push his glasses up his nose. “My brother.”

Owen snorts. “That’s a weird code word to use for booty call.”

“He’s my brother,” Stiles grumbles even as his cheeks redden.

“Suuuuuuuure he is,” Owen says with a teasing tone but a serious face.

“Shut up!” Stiles snaps without any heat.

When Owen merely raises his hands in a placating gesture but keeps his teasing smile, Stiles sticks his tongue out at his friend.

[Theo] Hey! So, there’s a party tonight. You down?

[Gen] Party? Uh that’s not me bro. You have fun though. Okay?

[Theo] Called it. It’s fine. Forget I asked.

[Gen] Don’t be like that.

Stiles waits but gets nothing else from his brother.

[Gen] Theo?

Still no reply comes and with an annoyed groan he tosses his phone to the side and focuses on his calculus homework. Owen is thankfully silent.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Theo scoffs and stuffs his phone into his pocket. He should have known–he did know–that Stiles wouldn’t be down. Whatever. It’s better this way. If anyone ended up being mean to Stiles, Theo would have to step in, and it would harsh his mellow and would be a whole big ordeal. This way he can actually have fun.

After waiting another forty five minutes, Theo decides he’s waited long enough and heads out. It’s not a long walk and he figures it’ll be good to clear his head. Walking to the frat house ends up helping a lot. Not to mention he needs the exercise. He’s always loved being outside and being active.

As he passes by the campus cafe, he sees Stiles once again laughing and hanging out with the guy Theo had seen him let into his apartment the other day.

“Fuck you,” Theo mutters under his breath and spins on his heel. He needs a drink.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

He is so fucking drunk it’s not even funny. Theo made out with Violet and some dude whose name he doesn’t remember. It was a very eye opening experience to say the least. He knows he likes Stiles–the fucker–but he hadn’t considered being attracted to any other guys besides him.

Around 2 am he realizes he made an error in coming tonight. Somewhere along the way he lost a shoe, and some blonde ripped his shirt when she smeared her lips against his. His eye liner is in small black streaks because he used the liquid one and his lips feel sticky and dry now. It’s too loud, too stuffy and he needs air.

Once he gets outside, Theo feels a little better but still ends up vomiting in the bushes. “Sorry,” he slurs and pets the roses, frowning when his finger starts bleeding. “Touchy.”

Through a series of drunken uncoordinated movements, Theo manages to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Granted he had to unbutton his jeans because of how tight they are, but he still got his phone. Unfortunately, he’s having trouble focusing.

“Haaays Sir-Siri!” he says with a slight hiccup.

I’m listening.

“Hi!” he says with a dopey smile. “Can ya–Can ya call my brover?”

There is no Drover in your contacts list. Did you mean Grover?

"Uh..Huh?"

Okay. Calling Grover.

“No! Call Gen Siri.”

Calling Genim.

Theo grins at the picture of his brother, the man he loves so much it hurts.

A moment later the call is picked up. “‘Ello?” a husky voice says.

“GENIM!!! IT’S ME!!”

There’s a moment of silence and then a sigh. “You’re skunk drunk, Theo.”

Theo pouts and shakes his head, swaying slightly. “Nu uh.” His tone is petulant. “M’not that irre-stipon-stible!”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

With an annoyed huff, Stiles shoves his covers out of the way and gets up. “Sure you aren’t. Where are you?” he asks as he tugs on his jacket, puts Mischief’s vest on her and puts on his shoes. “What’s the address, Theo?” he presses when Theo doesn’t reply.

A soft series of hiccups comes through the phone and Stiles just shakes his head. “Theo, where are you?”

“Guess,” Theo says with a grin. “G-Guess where I *hic* beeeeee!!”

“I’m not guessing,” Stiles snaps and checks the GPS tracking hack he installed into his own phone. “All right. Sit down. Shut up. Stay put. I’m on my way.”

Theo’s breath hitches. “You’re com-coming *hic* to g-get me?”

“Yes.”

“Genim?”

“What?” Stiles groans.

“I love you lots and lots and lots and–”

“Lots.” Stiles says with a soft smile. “I know.”

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Finding his brother passed out was not the best outcome, but Stiles manages to get Theo back to his apartment and takes care of him. The guy is a wreck and smells terrible.

Once he rouses a bit, Stiles drags him to the bathroom and stays to be sure Theo doesn’t brain himself on the bathtub faucet.

When he’s showered and dried off, Stiles shoves a pair of boxers and a t-shirt at him. He then sighs when he has to help Theo into the clothes before he falls on his ass. Amber eyes avoid looking at said ass with monumental effort.

Finally, an hour after getting Theo back to the apartment, Stiles gets Theo to sleep on the couch. If he entertained the idea of sharing a bed for a minute or two-well-it’s obviously exhaustion making an appearance.

“Good night, Theo,” he whispers as he heads back to his room and collapses in bed. He barely gets his glasses off and onto the nightstand. There hadn’t been time earlier to put in contacts after Theo called. He’s asleep before his head hits the pillow.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Waking up warm isn’t odd for Stiles but waking up warm, with a koala like being wrapped around him is definitely not normal. “Uh. Theo?” he says. “Dude are you still asleep?”

No response comes and Stiles will admit that he’s missed spending time with his brother enough that even asleep it’s closer than they’ve been in a long time.

So, he settles again and drifts off.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

The dream Theo is having is so fucking good, but something makes it even better this time. His hips buck and—“Shit! Oh fuck! Yesssssss!” he hisses. His eyes snap open with his approaching orgasm. He ends up cumming in his underwear–Stiles’s boxers–at the feeling of Stiles’s warm body against his own.

Normally an orgasm that resulted from his thinking about his brother would leave him on cloud nine. Right now, however, the high is quickly replaced with embarrassment. He also feels nauseated that he was humping his brother in his sleep. It’s like non-consensual as fuck, right? Theo groans and pushes his forehead against Stiles’s back, willing the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Theo?” Stiles whispers as Theo tries to come up with some way to explain himself. He pulls his hips back hoping Stiles won’t notice the cum stained boxers. That should be the least of his worries considering he did just cuss and moan. Stiles probably heard both.

“Yeah?” he croaks out.

Stiles clears his throat and Theo hears the click as he swallows. “It’s after eleven. We should eat something.”

Theo nods. “Right. Yeah. I’m gonna go shower. You know cause I smell. I mean I’m sure I do. I’m sure you’re aware and all. So, do you have clothes I can…” he trails off. Shit. He can’t even talk. That’s how fucking mortified he is.

He’s surprised when Stiles merely gets up and hands him clothes from the dresser without a word. Theo is left to stew in confusion as Stiles leaves the bedroom wearing a tight black shirt, low hanging sweatpants and were those glasses?!

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

The shower feels amazing and Theo groans in appreciation as he tips his head back under the hot water. “Fuck yes,” he moans out. He bites his lip to keep quiet as he jerks off. It’s such a dick–hehe dick–move to masturbate in his brother’s shower but like it’s also hot as fuck. This way he’ll mark the shower with his cum and maybe just maybe, Stiles has jerked off in here too. “Oh god!” Theo’s going to pretend this is all alcohol riddled horndog brain right now and not actually him even if it’s all of the above.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Stiles is antsy and tries to distract himself by fixing lunch for the two of them. He’s so completely confused as to how Theo ended up in his bed and when exactly that happened. Mischief is a solid weight against his leg as his heart speeds up the longer he thinks about it. What if-

“Hey,” Theo says softly as he emerges from the hallway, showered and dressed, wearing a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” Stiles replies, proud he managed not to flail at his brother’s sudden appearance. He adjusts his glasses, self consciously and sets the table. When Theo doesn’t move, Stiles gestures for him to take a seat and have at it.

Theo scarfs down three sandwiches and refuses to meet Stiles’s knowing gaze. “So how did you sleep?” Theo asks.

Stiles quirks a brow. “Oh. Well really good you know. Then I woke up and had a koala bear wrapped around me. You wanna tell me why you were in my bed when I clearly remember putting you on the couch?”

“Uhhhhh…” Theo says, trying to stall. His brain is buffering. He knows he needs to offer some explanation but also, he’s a bit slower than usual with the alcohol still in his system. Not to mention, another post orgasm rush. “You smell good.” Shit. That’s not what he meant to say. It’s much too close to the truth.

“I smell good?” Stiles says incredulously and then snorts. “Well better than you, that's for sure. I mean dude you smell like you bathed in booze and women.”

Theo glares at the table. “Guys too.”

Stiles stills. “Oh. Well, uh congrats.” The amber eyed man rubs the back of his neck and once again adjusts his glasses.

“It’s not a big deal," Theo grumbles earnestly. "It was just one guy and just a kiss. It wasn't even a good kiss either.” Theo hates that he feels the need to explain. It’s just, regardless of the hangover he’s experiencing he doesn’t want Stiles to think he’s seeing someone. He wants to be available for when Stiles finally realizes how awesome they can be together.

“Well, it kind of is a big deal, bro. Come on dude. It was your first kiss with a guy, right?” The amber eyed man sits cross legged on the wooden kitchen chair. “So how was it?”

Theo’s joints wince in sympathy. It can’t be comfortable sitting like that but then again Stiles can find the strangest most odd positions to sit and sleep in. There are never any resulting issues physically or otherwise though.

Blue eyes meet amber eyes before closing as he shakes his head. He’s not doing this. They are not doing this. “It was fine. So, when should I expect a call from Dad and Pops?”

Stiles scrunches up his nose. “Oh,” he breathes. “Well, I haven’t said anything.”

“Thank fuck. I–”

“Yet.”

Theo makes a fist and scoffs. “Of course. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. Good little Genim always does what daddy says. That leaves me to be the fuck up. Well congratulations brother o’ mine. You’re officially still a goodie two shoes with a stick up your ass.” Theo isn’t sure why he’s reacting this way right now. Actually, that’s not entirely true, but the words keep coming like lava in a volcanic eruption.

Stiles blinks and clears his throat. “Guess you’re still a bit drunk huh?” he says lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Theo isn’t having it. “No! I can’t believe–You’re so–You know what? Fuck you! Fuck you all to fucking hell Stiles!”

Both guys freeze and Theo pales. “That’s–I didn’t mean to–”

“Go.” Stiles’s expression has shuttered completely, and his eyes are hard.

Theo is frozen.

When he doesn’t move to get up, Stiles’s voice comes out cold as ice and trembling with fury. “Leave.”

“Gen, please don’t–”

“You know what?!” Stiles sneers as he stands. “Fuck you too!”

Theo swallows thickly. “Genim please just—"

“I said leave!” Stiles snaps. “You have enough of your faculties to say all that shit to me. You have enough of your senses to disrespect me after everything I did for you.”

Theo cowers slightly in the face of his brother’s fury.

“I got out of bed at 2 am. I went and got you. I got you here safely. I gave you my clothes after making sure you were able to shower without getting a head injury. I put you on the couch. I fucking took care of your skunk drunk ass.”

“Y-You uh—" Theo tries.

Stiles cuts him off. “I didn’t call Tata and Pops. Now you clearly have enough to get the hell out of here and leave me the fuck alone!” He doesn't wait for a reply and stalks to his room with Mischief at his side. He shuts the door with finality, locking it with trembling fingers and tries to breathe through the panicked contractions in his chest.

The tears slip down his cheeks in salty torrents and he can’t stop them as a steel band clamps around his abdomen. “Fuck,” he mutters and bangs his fist against his thigh, before Mischief carefully pushes his hand away and presses her nose into his stomach. His fingers thread through her white fur coat and that as well as her solid weight, grounds him as he works through his attack.

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Theo runs to the trash can and vomits but the alcohol has nothing to do with it. He fucked up. He fucked up so fucking bad. It’s that knowledge that encourages him to get the hell out of there and not push his brother anymore.

He knows how Stiles feels about his name and never not once in over a decade of being brothers, has he called Stiles anything but—“Genim,” he whispers as he leaves.

Walking to his dorm sobers him up the rest of the way although the whole fight with his brother pretty much sobered him straight up. Theo feels like such a douchebag right now. Thank hell it’s Saturday and he can climb into bed. Maybe if he stays there the rest of the weekend, he can’t fuck anything else up. Then again, he was being serious earlier. Out of him and Stiles, it’s Theo who’s the fuck up.

· ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·

Stiles’s white knuckled grip on the door handle slackens as he sinks to the floor and sobs, burying his face against Mischief’s neck. His chest gets even tighter and his vision blurs. “C-Can’t. B-Br-Breathe,” he gasps out.

Mischief urges Stiles to lean against the door, so his back is flush with the wood and sits on his legs. Her nose pushes into his throat as his long fingers card through her fur. This is the worst panic attack he’s had in a long time.

Time loses meaning for Stiles as he focuses on Mischief’s grounding weight, keeping him still and slows his breathing.

Inhale. Count to four.

Hold. Count to three.

Exhale. Count to five.

He repeats the breathing exercise over and over again as many times as it takes.

It takes a while and this time it’s harder to come back to himself than usual. He should’ve expected it to feel impossible as soon as he knew it was coming. It was just that he froze when Theo used that name.

“He’s dead,” Stiles mutters to himself. “Stiles Stilinski is dead. He died bloody and alone. I am Genim Gajos Hale-Argent.” His voice is rough, and he stutters but doesn’t stop repeating it over and over again.

All of this just because Theo called him Stiles.

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ao3-feed-sterek · 10 months

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While We Still Have Time

by TriskHellion

Roscoe breaks down when Stiles tries to escape Beacon Hills. He calls Derek for help and they end up leaving together.

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After smashing his head into the horn so that it blared obnoxiously a few times he pulled himself upright and scrolled through the contacts on his phone like he had options. Gone, gone, doesn’t have a car, gone, doesn’t have a car, doesn’t even have a license, don’t want to talk to him and have to explain anything right now.

Stiles sighed. Well, he didn’t want to call his dad at the moment either — with any luck he could at least get home before his failed escape was revealed — so that left only one person. Of course it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey, Derek. So funny story, I’m about 28 miles from town on the highway heading south and my car broke down. Yes, yes, I know. So, um, if you don’t have anything better to do, you think you could come get me? Let me know either way. Uh, catch you later.”

Words: 3128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Wanna Take a Ride?, Part 1 of Sterek Fests Summer 2023, Part 2 of Sterek Bingo, Part 3 of Mead Moons Series, Part 6 of Sterek Weekly Series

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Road Trips, Song Lyrics, Cussing, Recreational Drug Use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Derek Hale Leaves Beacon Hills, Getting Together, no beta we die like my sleep schedule

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48634456

#Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 3 years

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So......

To the anonymous lovely who just submitted a post to me about my comments on a couple of things and a post about Stiles being overrated... I saved it as a draft because it was going wonky, and now the draft is gone along with the submission. My apologies. I'm also sad that I need to type everything again, but it's worth it to defend the honour of Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinski.

The submission basically quoted my reply to the post (“better if his screen time had been cut in half?” Excuse me…WHAT? You do realize the reason ratings tanked in the last season was largely because of his absence right? If you don’t like Stiles Stilinski, your brain functions in a way I will never understand and we can’t be friends) and some comment on another post I think about how the ratings on 6A and 6B suffered because the show lost its heart with the absence of Stiles. Then said they said my comments were *chefs kiss* and that it should be added as a reblog to the orginal post.

Anyway, here's my response, buckle up:

First of all, thank you so much for appreciating my take. I would like to think that the people who are following me, or keeping tabs on my trash, are doing it because I am bringing something unique enough to the table to be worth it. So thanks!

Second, I didn't reblog this to speak to it because I just cannot support this kind of blatant blasphemy on my blog ;) Stiles might be one of my favorite TV characters ever. I replied because I simply could not let that kind of misinformation spread on this platform unchecked.

Third, Stiles is demonstrably the best part of Teen Wolf. Dylan carried that show on his back a lot of the time. He is the reason that it has so much heart, and his range is insane in that role. He can go from being an adorable idiot cussing 'bitch' under his breath in a dumpster, to making you well up with tears in an emotional scene with his dad, to having you ready to hide under your bed (or jump him) as Void. I just simply cannot understand how anyone could think that Teen Wolf would have somehow benefited from LESS Stiles. That just doesn't compute in my brain. We were watching the same show? Awh, did you sleep through some episodes?

Anyway, yeah. To each their own, as far as opinions go...I guess? OP can go on having that opinion. No one ever said an opinion can't be wrong ;)

I will die on the 'Stiles is the best part of Teen Wolf, fight me' hill.

End tirade.

- Trashy

#anon #submission #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #I just...#I cannot fathom #Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk #trashy speaks #teen wolf #teen wolf commentary #teen wolf analysis

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the-galaxy-collector · 4 years

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heart/beats

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 2.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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

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

“You’re sick,” Derek explained bluntly.

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

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

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

“They don’t need my help.”

“And neither do I,” Stiles insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least for now.

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

Yep, he definitely hated that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had some dignity left.

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

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

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

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

Not that Stiles would complain if that were true.

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

Too much anyway.

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

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

“All right, Stiles. You ready?”

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

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

Something was definitely going on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he let his eyes close without a word.

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

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

Wait, am I dead?

“Does he know yet?” Melissa whispered.

“No,” Derek said, just as quiet.

“When are you gonna tell him?”

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

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

Mate?!

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“And?” she huffed.

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

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

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

“Mhmm,” he answered.

“Derek?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mate, huh?”

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

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outerbanks-fandom · 3 years

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Title: I Miss You

*REQUEST OPEN*

Discription: stiles has had enough and he made it known. All in Stiles POV

Warnings: a bit of cussing. (Aka a lot)

Word Count: 1257

Part 2 to my previous imagine called ‘The Aftermath’

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Ever since the break up all I can ever think about is how to get Y/N to fall back in love with me. She is and will always be the love of my life. I know it, what we have, excuse me what we had was real atleast for me it was. I will make her remember the love she once had for me because I need her. Maybe if I try treating her the way I did when we first got together it’ll make her fall for me again.

So that’s what I did, starting off with leaving notes in her locker, just this time I didn’t sign my name I signed, BM. Standing for Batman of course but hopefully she doesn’t figure that one out. I quickly slipped it through the vents to the lockers and ran to my locker to watche. After about 30 seconds she walked up to her locker with a forced smile. I could always tell when she was truly smiling and right now she’s trying to show her friends that she’s okay but I’ll always know.

She unlocked her lock and opened the door and my note came falling out, which she quickly grabbed. I watched as her cheeks flushed while reading it and then the look of confusion cloud her features when she was at the end of it. She looked around but I made myself look busy by digging through my locker. The smile that little gesture gave her gave me enough motivation to keep this going. So I went into 3rd period planning my next move.

It’s the next day and I’m gonna leave her favorite food in her locker which I used to do all the time, I know she’ll connect the pieces at this but I don’t care I just want her back. I put the gummy bears, takis, cosmic brownie and a watermelon monster on the shelf thingy in her locker which I remembered the code from the beginning of this year. So like yesterday I waited, and when she showed up I smiled until I noticed she didn’t show up alone. She was with Liam, someone who has had a crush on her since he first got here and even though we were together he never got over it. I could tell it only grew with time, she’s so perfect I couldn’t blame him.

He had said something that made her laugh and it broke my heart into a million pieces, that should be me. I was the reason she couldn’t breathe from laughing and now I’m the reason she can’t breathe from crying. Fuck, it really is all my fault though she tried to tell me it was hers but I know she lost feelings because towards the last 6 months I was so distant and just plain rude to her. I fucked it up not her, I would pick fights for no reason not her, I would catch an attitude when all she wanted to do was hang out. Yet she still blamed herself because that’s just the kind of girl she is, she will do anything to try and make the pain hurt just a little less. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice her opening her locker and noticing the food I had bought for her. She immediately went to look for me and she found me in no time. We made eye contact and for a minute I saw the same look that she once had when she looked at me. A look of love and admiration but that was quickly covered up by confusion but still admiration. I gave her a little smile and walked to my class. She didn’t try and stop me and i didn’t expect her to. All I wanted to do was cry but I knew if I did that she would see and it would break her more and I can’t cause her more pain. So I waited and bit my lip every time I watched her laugh with her friends, or when she sat next to Liam and Mason at lunch. I bit my lip holding back the tears of seeing her happy with someone new.

I went to the place we always hung out, our secret spot. I needed to be there so I could just think about how happy we once were and not how sad I am now. But that didn’t work I cried instead of laughed at the memories going through my head. I sat on the edge of the bridge in the woods and just sat there with a mixture of sobs and laughs as I remembered every memory we ever made. I even pulled out my phone and looked at all the pictures and videos that flowed in my Snapchat memories. She was still my Home Screen, it was a picture from the last Christmas we spent together which ironically I had bought her a promise ring. Cheesy I know but I genuinely want to marry that girl. She still wears the ring just now it’s one of the many she now wears so the ring gets kinda loss.

I sat there for maybe two hours looking through my phone before it died. Still I sat and stared into the distance, so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear footsteps behind me. HER footsteps.

“Before I met you, I never knew that it was possible to miss someone this much. Signed BM.” I heard her recite the note I left her and all I could do was get down from the side and turn to face her. “BM stiles really? You really thought I didn’t know that stood for Batman. That was your name in my phone for a good year and a half of our relationship.” I shrugged not knowing what to say. “God stiles what do you want from me, during our relationship you stopped showing interest so I caught the hint and left. Now that I’m starting to show interest in someone else, Now you wanna put effort in. Well guess what stiles you can’t just not want me and then want me again, that’s not how it works, we both fell out of love-“Will you just stop! I know I fucked it up. I know I stopped being the boyfriend you deserved! I know all you wanted was my attention and I couldn’t give it to you because I’m stupid I know that. But dammit Y/N I NEVER and I mean NEVER fell out of love with you! That was you who fell out of love and you can blame that on me all you want and hell I’ll even let you but what I won’t let you do is accuse me of falling out of love. You are and will always be the love of my life okay! So just accept that, and even if you move on I’ll let you because you will be happy but DONT say I didn’t love you.” I was breathing heavy and so was she. “Fuck you Stiles Stilinski! Fuck you for making me fall inlove with you, and fuck you for actually believing that I could EVER fall out of love with you. Because guess what dumbass your the love of my life also!” I didn’t respond I just walked to her. “Fuck me? No fuck you Y/N Y/L/N.” We were standing so close I could feel her breathe on me.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that you have to reason to say that!” God this girl will be the death of me. “Oh no babe. Thats where you are wrong, I have many reasons to say that to you.”

“Oh yeah? Name one Mieczyslaw.” She did not just use my government name. “This!” And I smashes my lips onto hers. My lips molded with hers like a missing puzzle piece. She made me feel complete.

“Fuck you for making me miss you.”

#stiles stilinski #void stiles #teen wolf #lydia martin #scott mccall #dylan o'brien #malia teen wolf #liam dunbar #stiles stilinksi imagine #imagine #please read

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ao3feed-sterek · 4 years

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Ghost

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gMdN98

by invisible_nerd_girl

Derek ran away after the fire because he could see the ghosts of his family and lost control. Years past where he struggles to get back to himself. He gives up living after he fails to save a human but a fox appeared that just won't let him die. (PS, Super crazy Scott and death)

Words: 7133, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Random Sterek shorts

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Full Shift Werewolves, Ghosts, Stiles Stilinski Dies, Alive Laura, Lost in the Woods, Hunters, Cussing, Feral Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), As in Peter kind of Crazy, Peter is cool though

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gMdN98

#ao3feed #fanfic #sterek

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smutty-story-blog · 5 years

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Stars Above - Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Type: One-Shot

Warnings(s): SMUT! Cussing, Praise Kink (kinda), Dirty Talking, wet dreams, masturbation, shower sex

It was a heat of the moment, head in the clouds, dream. She decides. She couldn't actually want to fuck Stiles Stilinski, one of her best friends, the lacrosse player who was famous for... Well, admiring and crushing on one absolutely perfect Lydia Martin. The dream didn't have a meaning of any kind, other than she desperately needed a lay. A good one at that.

Walking to school the next day doesn't help, like she thinks. The crisp morning air that clings to the leaves of the trees does nothing against her feverish skin as she trails down the road, alongside the woods, her hands tucked in her backpack straps as she keeps her head down, her brunette hair making a curtain between herself and the rest of the world. As she walks, her cunt is throbbing, aching, in time with her heart, begging to be filled, the only friction she is getting is the brush of her skinny jeans against her clit as she walks, today would be hell. Her dream flashing behind her eyes, like a film, or even a very real memory.

Lips locked in a kiss as they stumble through the door, slamming into the nearby wall with a grunt, breathes rasping as Stiles holds her at the small of her back, the door slamming behind them. He peppers kisses along her throat, nipping and sucking along the way as he holds her against the wall, and she whimpers and cries at his attention. "F-Fuck, Stiles." She cries as he bites her neck softly, sending her hips jolting and her back arching. Taking advantage of her arched back, he slides his hands down, lifting her by her thighs, and she wraps her legs around him as he stumbles down the halls, towards her room. In the privacy of the hall, he slams her against the wall, parting their lips, only to reach down and rip off her shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he growls, eyeing her bare breasts.

"Naughty naughty, Pen." He growls, attacking one of her breasts with nips and sucks, causing her head to fall back, mouth opening wide to let out a moan, her hips grinding against his, his dark honeyed eyes looking up at her as he sucks on her nipple, biting and tugging at it with his teeth, her cries becoming more frantic. "Fuck, baby. Your moans are so fucking sweet." He growls, rocking his hips against her own. "I just want to fuck you right here, right now, without any worried about who sees." Her eyes flutter at the friction of his clothes cock against her aching clothes clit, mewling as he does so. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Everyone to know you're mine? That I've fucked you, and punished you like the good girl you aren't." He grins as his rocking speeds up, her head falling against his shoulder as she attempts to clear her mind, attacking his mole covered neck with kitten licks, sucks, and bites, laving it with attention as Stiles purrs. "I could fuck you so hard, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for a week. You want me to leave bruises on your hips, mark you up, let everyone know that Stiles Stilinski fucked the goody-goody of the school?" He growls, reaching between them to undo her jeans, sliding a finger down into her underwear, groaning at the slick gathered between her legs, causing her to let out a high pitched keen. "Fuck, baby." He moans as he slips that finger into her.

"A-Ah! Stiles!" She moans, throwing her head back once more, allowing him to attack her neck.

A honk jolts her from her thoughts, her memories of her dream, causing her to whip around on the side of the road, realizing that she had stopped walking previously. A familiar blue Jeep is a bit behind her, an all too familiar figure in the front seat as he pulls up beside her. "St-Stiles!" She stammers in surprise, pressing her glasses up the bridge if her nose. It occurs to her that she's aching worse now, her touch from this morning in the shower didn't help- she'll have to try again after morning track practice, being the only girl on the team has perks, such as having the girl's locker room to herself while the other members have to share with the lacrosse team after their morning practice.

"Hey, Penelope." Stiles smiles as he leans over the passenger seat. "Is everything okay? It's rare to see you walking to school on a day with practice. You never try to overexert yourself."

"Ah, woke up later than usual, my ride was already gone." She lies, causing him to nod, running his fingers through his hair, and licking his lips- a nervous habit.

"Can I give you a ride?" He offers, causing her to swallow thickly, shifting her weight between legs, the shift causing her to bite her bottom lip to bite back a moan at the friction.

"Uh," She chews on her bottom lip, before sighing with a nod. "S-Sure." She says, causing the young man to grin as he pops the door open for her, and she climbs in, slinging her backpack off her shoulders and into her lap as she does so, closing the door as Stiles starts to drive towards the school.

"It's weird to hear that you wake up late, Pen." He says, the nickname causes her dream to flash in her mind. 'Naughty Naughty, Pen.' She shifts in the seat awkwardly, swallowing thickly as she bites her bottom lip. "But, I guess you're human too, just like the rest of us, huh miss Valedictorian?" He teases as she hums in agreement, nodding as she looks out the window, trying to distract her mind. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks carefully, causing her head to snap over to him, blush on her cheeks. "You seem... Fidgety." Her head ducks as her back straightens, struggling to stop shifting and fidgeting. "Not that that is bad," He states, causing her to glance at him. "just normally you're more... Composed. Do I put you off?!" He asks in a worried tone.

"No!" She shouts, attempting to keep him calm, before wincing at the noise height, and swallows before reaffirming. "No." She sighs, reaching up to twirl a loose curl. "I-I just didn't sleep well last night, so I am not all... Myself."

"Ah, that explains the hair too." He says, causing her to furrow her brow in confusion at him. "It's down from it's usual bun." He points out, causing her hand to reach up, before blushing as she realizes that it is.

"S-So it is." She replies, causing him to grin.

"It's nice. It looks good, cute even." He states, causing her to blush once again.

"Thanks." She answers shortly as they pull up to the school. Stiles barely puts the Jeep in park before Penelope is throwing open the door, shuffling on her backpack as she escapes the car, dashing towards the locker room.

Once she's changed into her track clothes, and on the field, she's different than the stammering and stumbling girl that her friends know. Running for her is cathartic, a different mindset all together, like an alternate person all together. But, today that doesn't happen. Today, as she's running, she chances a look over at the lacrosse field, spotting Stiles right away as he lifts his shirt, wiping sweat from his face, revealing that eight pack and happy trail, causing her insides to light aflame as she trips over her feet, stumbling as she falls, rolling feet over head until she stops, the sound of laughter reaching her ears from both the track and field team and the lacrosse. Her ears burn with a blush as she struggles to take a deep breath, hand blindly reaching out to try and find her glasses, everything is a blur, including the figure that is suddenly before her. "Here, Pen." He slides the frames on her face, his voice causing her to jump as his whiskey gaze comes into view. "You sure you're alright, today?" He asks, causing her to blush as she nods.

"Let's go Bilinski!" The coach shouts from the Lacrosse field, causing him to look over his shoulder, before looking back at her.

"I have to go, but I'm watching, okay? Don't overdo it." He presses a kiss to her cheek as he stands, her body be ones engulfed in flames from that place, causing her to swallow thickly once again.

"White!" She looks up at the coach's shout. "You're done for the day, hit the showers!" He yells, causing her to blush even more in embarrassment as the laughter starts to ring out again, but she doesn't protest as she starts towards the school, entering the women's locker room. She strips from her track and field uniform, shoving it in her locker, alongside her backpack, before walking over to the showers with her toiletries and towel, luckily with being sent in early, she can have a long shower, and doesn't have to quickly make herself cum, and leave herself unsatisfied. Normally, she wouldn't be so bold in an open place, but she's alone and desperate to take the edge off. Turning the water on high heat, she hangs up her towel, and sets to work wash her hair first, than lathers up her hands, running them down her body as she rests against the wall. Her eyes slip closed as her hands caress her breasts, biting her lip to stifle her moans, imagining they're someone else's hands, anyone else's, anyone but... Suddenly it's Stiles who is caressing her breasts in her mind, fingers big and thick, covered in calluses from lacrosse, the warmth pooling in her stomach is intolerable as her thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples, sending shutters through her body, a gasp escaping her as she pinches one.

"St-Stiles." She whimpers softly under her breath, head falling back against the tiled walls. Water spraying her slick body as her hands travel lower, fingers caressing her skin in a scorching trail, before slipping in between her soaked nether lips. "O-Oh!" She cries, a bit louder than she meant, the sound echoing as she bites her lip again, fingers pressing in and out if her in an unhurried pace, her thumb stroking her clit as she groans and moans, the peak is almost within he reach already, telling her just how worked up she is as she strokes her fingers deeper inside her folds, brushing that sweet spot that makes her shutter. "Oh," She breathes softly. "Stiles." She gasps, murmuring his name repeatedly as she continues, pinching her clit between two fingers as she strokes that spot inside of her, she shutters, legs weakening as her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she collapses as white blinds her vision. "Fuck, Stiles!" She cries as she cums, a breathless gasp with tears in her eyes as she continues to stroke herself, making her climax last longer, until she finally comes down from that high. As she blinks through that muggy hazy in her mind, she lifts her head slowly, relenting to finally get clean and get out, her eyes land on a figure across the room, at the entrance of the showers, covered in sweat, grass stains, and dirt, dressed in lacrosse gear, and staring at her with his mouth gaped. "St-Stiles!" She cries out in surprise, whirling around with shame and embarrassment flooding her.

"I-I-I heard noises, I thought you were hurt!" He defends, stammering as he stumbles backwards, turning to leave as he falls over the bench, and she bends down, hugging her knees as mortification fills her, making her tear up. "I-I'll replace that!" He yelps as he stands, going towards the door, only to freeze with his hand on it at the sound of soft sobs, he licks his lips as he lets out a muted sigh, his cock aching and straining against his lacrosse gear. He hears her sniffle, another soft sob, solidifying his resolution as his hand falls from the door, letting it close the few inches he'd opened it. His hand goes to the lock, sliding it into place to lock the door as he muted drops his helmet and gloves on a nearby bench, kicking off his shoes before stripping out of his gear and clothes, safe for his boxers, his cock making a tent in them. Walking over to the shower, he can see Penelope is wash her body, while turned from the door, the soft sobs and her quivering shoulders are her only giveaway for her tears.

"So so stupid." She berates herself between tears, scrubbing her body to try and remove all evidence of what happened mere minutes ago. She was mortified, and her chest hurt like someone took a hammer to it, leaving her crying and confused, not understanding why she feels how she does. Why? Of all people, why did he catch me? She let's out a few muffled sobs, sniffling and rubbing her cheeks in the water, preparing herself to be the laughing stock of the school, more than she already was anyway. Not that she believed that Stiles would tell anyone, he's too sweet for that, but you never honestly know a person. God, why did this have to happen? Our friendship may be ruined because of this. Her breath hitches in surprise as two strong, warm, callous covered hands wrap around her waist from behind, familiar hands that she's known all her life, a warm front meets her back as well, the hands take her loofah from her hands, and tossing it to the side. Soft lips meet the back of her neck from where her hair is brushed aside, and he raises her face to look back and up at him, thumb and forefinger on her chin. Her wide blue eyes look up at him, orbs radiating with innocence and curiosity, he licks his lips as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as she leans back into his touch, kissing him back. His hands settle on her waist once she turns to him, his tongue running along the seam of her lips, before they open with her tongue snaking out, twining and twisting with his, the pressure of his body against her own has her moving backwards as he follows, a torrent of water spraying over him as he pins her against the tiled wall.

"So," He murmurs as he pulls away, ragged puffs of breath caressing her lips as her breathes caress his, mingling as one of his hands on her waist trails up to cup her face, the other sliding down to life her leg, hooking it around his waist. "moment of Truth, is miss Goody-goody as pure as they say?" He rumbles, causing her to look up at him, mewling as he grinds his clothed member against her slick core, her head falling back as he kisses the pulse point, before he starts to kiss back and forth along her neck, stopping to nibble or lick. "Well?" He asks, murmur against her neck as he latches on to the junction between her neck and shoulder, suckling as she gasps and mewls, grinding against him.

"A-Ah! N-No!" She answers, whining as he chuckles. "I'm not a virgin." She answers truthfully, her arms draped over his shoulders, one hand in his hair as he suckles a mark into her skin, groaning in satisfaction as he pulls away, the other hand coming down to toy with her pebbled nipple.

"Ah, Naughty Girl, Pen." He murmurs as she smiles up at him, innocently batting her eyelashes. "You should be careful with what you reveal, now I know that I don't have to go slowly." He growls, pulling away to slide off his soaked boxers, before pinning her back against the wall. She bites her bottom lip as she watches him through her eyelashes, lifting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks, his tip nudging her folds, opening her as he looks in her hazy blue eyes, fearing she may have changed her mind, and she swallows thickly, nodding. "I don't have a condom on me."

"I'm on the pill." She states, before leaning in to kiss him. "Now stop fucking stalling." She growls at him, causing him to grin as he slides into her scorching tight channel, his thick shaft move slowly as she stretches around him, whimpers of pain and moans of lust slip from her lips, the combined sensations almost too much as her head falls against his shoulder, breath puffing against his neck as on hand digs into his shoulder, the other cards through his hair. "F-Fuck!" She cries as he has to stop part way, taking ragged breathes as his dick is just nudging that sweet spot within her. "Fuck," Tears come to her eyes. "you're so fucking big and thick, Stiles. H-How can I be expected to take all of you?" She cries in his ear, stroking his ego with her question.

"You can because you're a good girl, and good girls do what's expected of them." He murmurs, kissing up and down her left shoulder before trailing across her collarbone to the other shoulder, and trailing kisses down that one, before he takes a deep breath, placing one hand on the wall beside her head, the other on her thigh, holding her up with almost no effort as he continues pressing his dick further into her cunt, her walls clenching down on him as he goes. "That's it, baby. Good girl, you're doing so good." He praises, brushing her wet hair from her face, and kissing her, her head resting on the wall as he does so. "Yeah, so good, taking that thick cock like a good girl." He growls, her breath shuttering as he finally bottoms out, stilling from the sensation of being in someone who could actually take all of him for once. "Holy shit." He gasps, his hand in the wall tightening into a fist, eyes clenched shut as his heart pounds in his chest, his cock twitching within her in his excitement.

"St-Stiles, oh my God. Oh Stiles." She moans breathlessly, hand tightening his hair as she takes deep breathes, before leaning in to latch onto his neck, kissing and licking and sucking a bruise into the skin, something he's no doubt had there before as she adjusts to his size. He's the biggest she's ever seen, let alone had, though that's not saying much because she's only had maybe two lovers if even. "Stiles. Stiles please, please move!" She asks finally, causing him to hum happily, slowly pulling out half way, before roughly slamming back into her, causing her back to arch as she cries out, the water cascading over them is still hot, luckily, thanks to the school's water heater, but it's obvious to Stiles that she's not going to be quiet, so he reaches over to turn on the shower on the left, before doing the same with the one of the right, hoping the sound will be enough to drown her out. "Stiles!" She whines as he pulls out, setting her down, causing him to chuckle.

"Hold on, baby. I don't want us to be interrupted by being caught, do you?" She mewls but shakes her as he goes around, turning on all the faucets, before running a radio nearby, random jazz music, that obviously belongs to the school, plays, before he's back, lifting her, and sliding into her, bottoming out as she moans, hands finding purchase in his hair. "Fuck," He grunts as her fingers scrape his scalp, and she tugs as he starts to thrust, bouncing her on his dick, sliding in and out of her just far enough that each thrust has her seeing stars as she gasps breathlessly.

"Oh, shit, Stiles!" Breath hitching at each thrust, heart pounding as she kisses him, pulling his bottom lip between hers, nibbling on it. One particularly long thrust has her detaching their lips, throwing her head back with a high keen, rolling her hips in time to his thrusts, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin muffled by the music and showers.

"That's it, take it like a good girl." Stiles grunts. "Gonna fuck you so hard. Everyone gonna know you're marked by me, huh?" He growls as he thrusts harder into her, pace becoming sporadic as she cries out with each thrust. "You're mine. Nobody else can make you feel like this, can they? Nobody else can fill you so well." She shakes her head, whining as he growls in her ear. "I wanna hear you say it! Say it!" He snarls, thrusting harder as she let's out another keening moan.

"Nobody! Nobody Stiles!" She cries.

"Who do you belong to?" He demands.

"You! Oh, Stiles!" His hand falls between them, rubbing at her clit as he feels a tightening in his balls, her walls quivering around him in a not quite there, but almost, orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby girl. Cum with me. Cum!" He growls, causing her to let out a frantic wail, head thrown back as her nails bite into his back, scoring down the flesh and bringing up beads of blood as her walls clamp down on his cock. He spurts his seed all over in her as her orgasm washes over her, eyes rolling back in her head, her tows curling as her nails score his back again, and her legs shake. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He shouts, thrusting hard and deep with each word as his load finishes off, and they slump down the wall as his head falls against her chest, breasts pillowing it as he let's out a shaky sigh.

"So, would now be a good time to tell you about the dream I had last night?" She asks softly, shaking from aftershocks on occasion.

"Sure, baby. Whatever you want." He chuckles.

"Pretty much was this." She states, causing him to look up at her. "Shower's a nice surprise though, easy clean up." He chuckles again, shaking his head as he leans up to kiss her. "I... Uh... Also hope that this isn't just a one time deal." She swallows her cowardly thoughts, and decided to relent the truth she's been denying herself for so long. "I really fucking like you, Stiles. As more than friends."

"I'd fucking hope so after that." He grunts, looking up at her, as she starts to card her fingers through his hair. "But, no, baby. You belong to me now."

"I'm okay with that," She murmurs, leaning on his chest as he turns with her in his arms, resting against the shower wall, her in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for other guys, probably for eternity." She states, his softening member sliding out of her.

"Good to know. I'll take that as a compliment." He grins, causing her to giggle, leaning up to kiss him, feeling perfectly at home in his arms.

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ao3-sterek · 4 years

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Ghost

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by invisible_nerd_girl

Words: 7133, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Random Sterek shorts

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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I Know That He Loves Me

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author note: I know my last one did really good (107 notes in one day! thank you so much! I love you guys) but I'm kind of nervous about this one. I hope you guys like it 💙.

Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

song: Brown Eyes -Destiny's Child

warning(s): fluff, stiles being stupid and reckless, and cussing

Remember the first day when I saw your face?

Remember the first day when you smiled at me?

“Sti?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember everything that has happened with us up to this point?”

“Yes, but you’re gonna tell me about it anyway aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, and don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“It was the first day of school. I was wearing one of those leopard crop tops with a ring halter and jeans. I had just gotten out of my mom’s car when I saw you standing by the entrance of the school. You were looking at Lydia. I felt a twig of jealousy even though we didn’t even know each other. As soon as I saw you I knew you had to be mine.”

I felt him hold me tighter as we laid on his bed.

“My heart was palpitating when I started walking past you. I heard your breath hitch as I did so. After a few minutes I finally found my locker and lucky me it was right next to yours. When I closed it after putting my stuff in you stepped to me and said to me that I was the woman you dreamed about. I honestly til this day have no idea where you got the courage to say that considering you couldn’t even talk to Lydia. I tried so hard to contain my excitement. I softly smiled at you and told you to pick me up Saturday at 6.”

People always make fun of how geeky and awkward Stiles is, but honestly that’s what I love the most about him. He’s probably the best thing going on in my life right now.

Remember the first day when you called my house?

Remember the first day when you took me out?

We had butterflies

Although we tried to hide it

And we both has a beautiful night

“I spent all Saturday trying to figure out what to wear. It was hot, but I knew it was gonna be cooler later in the night. I ended up just wearing a brown and tan patchwork tank top and wide cut jeans. You called the house phone, because I had broken my cell that Thursday. You realized you hadn’t asked me for my address, so I gave it to you, and you said you’d be there soon.”

“I just want to let you know; I was so nervous to call your house. I was afraid your dad was going to answer. I practiced what to say for like 30 minutes.”

“You’re lying! Oh my gosh I was nervous about the same thing! You know my dad has no filter. I kept the phone in my room from the moment I woke up to the moment you picked me up.”

We laughed for a bit before I shifted position so I could lay my head on his stomach and lift my thigh over his legs.

“Anyway, I suggested that we go for a walk because I wanted to delay going home. Our shoulders were touching and that alone made me almost stop breathing, then you reached for my hand. I felt like you picked up on my nervousness, because you started telling me some really corny jokes and I suddenly wasn’t so nervous anymore. Whether you knew or not I knew right then and there you were the one.

I know that he loves me cause he told me so

I know that he loves me cause his feelings show

“Interestingly enough after that date I don’t think we really did much. We got close and I became friends with Scott, but we were kind of at a standstill. I mean months passed and we were still just friends. Not like how Scott and I are friends though. We were much closer than that. You would always do little things though to show me your love. You’d pick me up for school in the mornings and take me home after classes, study with me for hours, let me read my very extensive novels to you, etc.”

When he stares at me, you see he cares for me

You see how he is so deep in love

Stiles POV:

She took a break from talking for a bit. Claimed her mouth was dry, so she went to go get a bottle of water from the fridge. I decided to just look around my room for a bit. I live here so there’s nothing I haven’t really seen, but I needed to busy myself until she came back. After another minute or so she finally walks back in, and I can’t help but just stare at her. I’m so in love with her. Nothing else in the world matters when she’s near me to be honest.

And he’s missin’ me if he’s not kissin’ me

And when he looks at me, his brown eyes tell it so

“Where was I? Oh, right, when Scott disowned you. I hadn’t even put in the first digit of my locker combination before Scott dumped you on me. Apparently you wouldn’t stop talking about how I smell so good, and I have the prettiest eyes, and my lips are so soft, and how I scrunch my eyebrows when I see someone I don’t like, and blah blah blah. I actually found it quite cute. No one has really paid so much attention to me. Wait I feel like I stopped going in chronological order. Fuck, I don’t remember where I left off. Oh well.”

Remember the first, the first day we kissed?

“OH! The first day we kissed! Do you remember? It was in here actually. You were messing with your yarn and somehow slipped on it and fell. I remember laughing so hard I was on the ground clutching my stomach and crying for like five minutes. When I finally calmed down we just laid there. I decided to look up at you just to find you already looking at me. I averted my eyes and then cleared my throat to clear the awkwardness I created. Your floor isn’t really the most comfortable place to lay so I decided to sit and lean against your bed, and you followed by example. I decided to try looking at you again and to my luck you were looking down at your hands. Your brows were furrowed so I knew you were overthinking something. I kind of just went into autopilot and the next thing I knew my lips were on yours.”

I paused a moment realizing that 1. It’s been about 30 minutes since we last kissed and that doesn’t sit right with me and 2. I completely stopped going in order from the moment we met until now. I’m kind of just telling random memories of us. I’m too out of order to try to get back in order now, so fuck it. I don’t think he minds anyway. I once heard him tell Isaac that he loves to hear me talk literally about anything. Apparently my voice is soothing.

Remember the first day we had an argument?

We apologized, and then we compromised

And we haven’t argued since

“God, I remember that night you came to my house scratched up and shit, because you were on Isaac duty during the full moon and decided to fuck with him. I was so mad at you. I think I pressed on your wounds a little harder just to hear you wince, because I was that mad. It’s the way you tried to justify it to! I was too exhausted to even keep the argument going to be honest. Being stupid is just a part of you to be honest.”

He flicked my head at that comment, but he knows that I’m right.

“No need for violence.” I say with a huff.

“You said that if you promised to stay away from Isaac during the full moon could we go to bed and honestly that was the best idea you had ever came up with. We haven’t argued since now that I think about it. Hm.”

I look up at him and pucker my lips so he gets the hint to kiss me and thankfully he does, but I pull back quick, so I can continue the story of us.

Remember the first day we stopped playing games?

Remember the first day you fell in love with me?

It felt so good for you to say those words

Cause I felt the same way too

“Remember when we finally started dating? Like the day I could finally officially call you my girlfriend?”

“Yes, but don’t say finally like it wasn’t your fault it took literally 8 months for you to admit your feelings for me.” I said while rolling my eyes, because yes I’m still irritated about it 2 years later. “We had drove to your house but ended up walking to mine just because. Before we walked in you had stopped me. You told me how you had been holding back how you felt for a while now and was tired of it. If I remember correctly, you said, “I’m sorry, but I’m tired of playing these games.” Before you confessed your undying love for me. How you feel in love with me 3 months prior when I helped you fix Roscoe. She had been making spluttering noises that was driving me crazy. When you told me how you felt I remember letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and started laughing. I told you how I was glad that this wasn’t an unrequited love thing. It felt so good to know for sure that I was yours and you were mine.”

I decide to sit up against the wall and look at him.

“What?” he asks me with a goofy smile.

“I’m so happy. So happy that you’re in my life and baby now that you’re a part of me you’ve shown me the true meaning of love. I love you so much.”

“Aww you’re gonna make me blush.”

“Yup. Alright, I’m done. You’re sleeping by yourself tonight. I’m going home.” I say teasing him knowing full well that the most I’m about to do is walk out of his room, go downstairs, and wait by the front door until I hear him scramble out of bed to chase after me.

“No, babe come on. You know I love you too.”

And I do. His brown eyes tell it so. It’s still fun to mess with him though.

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ao3feed-gallavich · 4 years

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Of Course You Did

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by Solivagant_Wander

Stiles Stilinski has found the loves of his life in Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich and while they have their ups and downs they are pretty damn good together. Until Stiles needs to come home and come clean. When the pack finds out about his not so little secrets they aren't to happy. Stiles faces them and his father before realizing home is where is heart is and that's in Chicago. P.S I tried so hard and like six different ways to separate paragraphs and I couldn't get them too I'm very sorry if this stresses you out while reading. It's annoying, but I honestly can not get achieve to let me fix the issue. Also I love comments feel free to leave them and I will try and get back to you

Words: 6583, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of One Shots

Fandoms: Shameless (US), Shameless (Podcast), Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Stiles Stilinski, Mickey Milkovich, Carl Gallagher, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Yevgeny Milkovich, Liam Gallagher (Shameless US), Frances "Franny" Gallagher, Frank Gallagher, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Kev Ball, Veronica Fisher, Lip Gallagher

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Stiles Stilinski, Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Stiles Stilinski/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher/Stiles Stilinski/ Mickey Milkovich, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & The Pack, Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meant To Be, The Pack is Mean to Stiles Stilinkski, Bad Parenting, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Leaving Home, Beckman Correctional (Shameless US), Cussing, Good Parent Stiles Stilinski, Threesome - M/M/M, Coming Out, Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Phone Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Bipolar Ian Gallagher, Domestic Fluff, Abusive Parents, Step-parents, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski Leaves the Pack

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The Lost Princess

Prompt: 1/ Reader and Stiles are trapped in a haunted house .

Warnings: some cussing, spirit/ghost, haunted house, death

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4000

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: so this was a prompt for a haunted house and it started out that way and then just kind of turned into this. sorry if it’s not really what you wanted anon. also, sorry for the word count. he’s my trash.

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You hugged the useless flashlight as your body clung to the wall, hiding in the shadows of the house. It was bad enough that Stiles dragged you out of bed at 2AM for another lead, but this was not what either of you were expecting. You were both aware of the supernatural world that existed inside your own. There were werewolves, werecoyotes, banshees, wendigos, kitsunes, nogitsunes, druids, werejaguar—damn, that list could go on forever—but the last thing either of you thought you would ever find to be real were ghosts. Tortured souls that lurked in the shadows of the night, waiting to take their vengeance on any poor sap that happened to cross their path. You. You were that poor sap.

You peeked around the corner, looking to see if the coast was clear after there had been a moment of silence. It was pointless since you couldn’t see the spirit, only the effects of it. It hadn’t been very happy that you were both here, in this abandoned house. Stiles just had to pick up the creepy ass doll. That’s when shit hit the fan. You heard screams and wailing, things flying off shelves and thrown through the air. Lights were flickering, which was concerning since you were confident no one had paid the electricity bill in years. There was wind blowing through the room, but no windows were open. Something that had been tossed in the air hit you in the head, knocking you out cold, but when you woke up Stiles was gone. You felt a shiver down your spine, so you ran out of the room into the hall and rounded a corner, hiding from something you couldn’t even see.

Your head was pounding, so you reached up to touch the spot just above your hairline and felt a wetness. Great, there was blood on your fingers, meaning you were bleeding. That’s just what you needed right now. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. What you wouldn’t give for Scott’s ability to see in the dark. The shadows from the moonlight created an outline of something on the floor, across the room you were in. You squinted into the darkness, trying to make out what it was. It almost looked...human. You hadn’t realized you were inching closer to the body. You kneeled down beside and found it to be Stiles.

“Oh my God! Stiles!” You whispered as you turned him over onto his back. He was unconscious, so you examined his head for any blood or cuts. Nothing. You looked over his body. Nothing. “I thought you left me. Now I kind of wish you had.” You huffed. You heard a wail from somewhere undetermined in the house, startling you and causing your body to tense up again. Perfect. Now you had to worry about Stiles. How in the hell are you going to be able to move him? He’s twice your size. You brushed his cheek with your fingers, admiring his face. The way his lips were slightly parted and his muscles all relaxed. Well that wasn’t going to last very long.

“Stiles!” you whispered loudly as you lightly slapped his cheek. Nothing. You shouted his name again, louder than before and slapped his face again, harder than before. Still nothing. What the hell? Did he get shot with a horse tranquilizer? “STILES!” You screamed as you closed your fist, punching the left side of his jaw. His eyes flung open as he slightly rolled over to his right from the impact.

“I’m up! I’m up!” His voice was hoarse and groggy. He blinked his lids rapidly, trying to orient himself and adjust them to the darkness. He sat up and rubbed his jaw. “Ow. Did you just punch me?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t wake up.” Just as he opened his mouth, a shriek echoed through the house sending vibrations through you. You both looked towards the direction of the noise then back to each other, faces full of horror.

In unison you both agreed, “We need to get out of here.”

You helped Stiles up as he stumbled. He didn’t remember how he got knocked out or how he even got out of the room where you both found the doll. You followed behind Stiles, holding onto the back belt loop of his pants as he searched the wall to move through the darkness. You both finally made your way to the front door you had entered through earlier that night. Stiles reached out and jiggled the doorknob. After some time passed and you grew impatient with his inability to open the door, you sighed. “Stiles! You don’t need supernatural strength to turn a knob.”

“Some werewolf strength would be helpful right about now since I can’t open the door, Y/N.”

“What do you mean you can’t open the door?” You pushed past him and found the brass handle and attempted to turn it. Nothing. You jiggled the knob to no avail. You let out a frustrated grunt as you slammed up against the door to knock it open.

“Y/N! Stop! You’re just going to hurt yourself!” He pulled you back and into his chest to try and stop you. You turned and face him, wearing a scowl and growled. It was hard to see his face, but the little light there was danced off his eyes, showing their adoring gaze. You knew he had a crooked smile on his lips to match. You relaxed, as much as you could in your situation, and smiled back. He pushed back the hair behind your ear that had fallen out of place in your attempt to break down the door. “Let’s see if we can find another way out.” You nodded into his hand that rounded your cheek. He turned around and you went to grab his waist to not lose him. Just before your hand met his side, that’s when it happened.

A black apparition came through the wall with an ear shattering scream. Without hesitation, it rammed straight into Stiles, throwing him up against the wall. You screamed Stiles’ name when you heard him collide with the old plaster. He fell to the ground and you flew to his side. “Oh my God! Stiles! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah.” He groaned, obviously in pain. “But I don’t think whatever that was is okay.”

“Stiles…” You trailed off as you choked on your words, trying to spit them out. “I don’t want to die here.” He was surprised by what you said. He took your face in his hand and pulled your forehead to his own.

“Y/N,” his words only above a whisper. “I’m not gonna let you die. I’m gonna get us out of this. I promise.” You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears that welled in your ducts. You wanted to believe his words, but it was hard. You could tell he was having trouble believing them too since his voice cracked when he spoke. He kissed your forehead and stood up, reaching down and offering you a hand and pulling you up into his chest. “So this thing. It’s a spirit, right?” You shrugged and hummed the sound to the words ‘I don’t know.’ “Spirits typically stick around because they’re stuck.”

“Like, unfinished business?” You offered.

“Yeah, exactly. So we just need to find out what that unfinished business is.” You nodded in agreement. Stiles interlaced his fingers with yours and pulled, ushering you to follow him as he went back into the bowels of the house. Stiles led you to the room with the doll. It was laying in the middle of the floor, and Stiles leaned down to get it but you jerked him back.

“Stiles! The last time you touched that thing, this shit started happening. I got hit in the face. Remember?”

“What? You got hit? Where?” He let go of your hand as both his hands came to your face, examining your head. That’s when he noticed the small spot of blood that broke through your hairline. “Are you okay?” He looked into your eyes, his own full of concern.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You pushed him off, feeling smothered. “Now back to this doll.” You pointed down at it, making a face of disgust as you recalled the pain it caused you.

“Right. So, like you said, it all started with that. We just need to figure out why it’s so important.”

“Maybe it belonged to the spirit. Could it be a little girl?” You could see the wheels turning in his head as you offered some ideas.

“No. I don’t think a little girl could do all...this?” He motioned in a jerky movement that was almost comical, pointing in every direction. You couldn’t help but let a chuckle out through your nose at the boy.

“Maybe a human one, but this is a supernatural one.” He rolled his eyes at you as he licked his lips, still trying to figure out the doll. He squatted down, investigating it but avoiding to touch it. While he was doing what he does best, you looked around the room for any clues. You stopped when you saw a picture, and walked over to it, Stiles unaware of your movement. It was dusty and hard to see, so you picked it up and wiped it off with your sleeve. There was an older woman with brown hair. She was smiling and happy, holding a child that resembled her features. The girl in her arms was holding onto the doll with a smile on her face as well. You ran your thumb across the glass of the frame, admiring their toothy grins, unable to prevent yourself from letting the corner of your lips turn up.

You heard something whirl behind you, causing you to gasp and turn around as you were startled. The frame slipped from your hand and crashed into the floor, shattering the glass covering. Stiles jumped up. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” His voice was urgent as he ran over to you. You were getting tired of him asking you that question. You were obviously not okay. Nothing about this was okay. As he neared you, there was a crunch under his shoe. He stopped and looked down, puzzled. He stepped back and picked up the frame. He analyzed the image with his curious eyes and furrowed brow. There was nothing like seeing Stiles when he was piecing the puzzle together. It was as if a light had gone off in his mind, illuminating his eyes as they grew wide, signaling to you that he solved the mystery. He pulled the picture from the frame and looked up to you while clinging to the photo.

“This room. It’s different than the rest of the house.” He looked around, examining it.

“It is? I didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, it is.” He either didn’t hear your sarcasm or chose to ignore it as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the hallway. He took you to the next room. “See! This room is mostly empty. Full of trash and falling apart.” Before you could respond he grabbed you by the wrist again, jerking you back to the original room. “This room is perfect, despite the dust. It’s untouched. Everything is in its place.” He turned to you with excitement in his eyes. You just glared at him as you rubbed your wrist, annoyed by him literally jerking you around. He looked at you with frustration, expecting you to see what he was seeing as he threw his arms out.

“Your point?” The annoyance obvious in your voice. Stiles saw things most other people didn’t, so he often needed to explain himself. Dumb it down, if you would. He rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip.

“It’s the mother! In the picture! This was her daughters room. Something must have happened to her, so the mom has been protecting the room.” In an instant, something in the house changed. It wasn’t cold and empty anymore. You could feel a warmth, like a presence. You turned around when you heard laughter coming from the hallway. You grabbed Stiles hand and he squeezed it in an attempt to offer comfort. You turned back and the room was different. Clean and new. The girl from the photo ran across the room in front of you to her bed where the woman from the same image was sitting. Stiles pulled you into his side, as if he were protecting you, so you wrapped your arms around his waist as you both continued to watch the vision unfold before you. The girl hopped onto the bed and you noticed she was holding the doll.

“Mommy! Mommy! Tell me a story!”

“Okay baby. Which one?” The woman brushed the hair from the child’s face. She wore the same large smile as she did in the picture you saw.

“The one about the princess!” The girl curled up into the side of the woman, cradling the doll in her arms.

“Okay. Once upon a time there was a princess, and she lived with the queen in her castle, waiting for her prince. The prince never came, so the princess decided to go and find him herself. When the princess went on her quest, she left the queen all alone. For years the queen waited for the princess to return, but she never did. The queen grew sad. She feared she would never see the princess again so she became angry and bitter. When anyone came to her castle, she imprisoned them there so she wouldn’t feel so alone. All she really wanted though, was to be reunited with the princess who had been lost to the world.”

“Mommy! I want to hear the rest of the story.” The mother smiled at the girl softly. Breaking character, she then looked up at you and Stiles, the smile melting away from her lips and darkness filling her eyes.

“To this day, the queen is still waiting for the princess.” The mother transformed into a black fog that jumped out at the two of you. You both shouted and winced, but as it came in contact with you it vanished. You looked back up and saw that the room was how you originally saw it. Old, dusty, and untouched.You were still trying to process what you just saw, but Stiles was rubbing his chin as he tapped his foot, combing through all this new information.

“It’s the story. The ghost is the girl's mother, but she’s also the queen.” He spoke as if it was some kind of revelation. He looked to you and put his hand on your shoulders. “And the girl is her daughter, but also the princess!” You wore a look of confusion, unamused by his conclusions. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to get out of this place, not wanting to spend a minute more than you needed to here.

Stiles let go of you and crossed his arms as he started tapping his foot again. After a few minutes, Stiles threw his finger into the air like he was declaring a point. “I think I know what happened. When I was 8, I remember that a girl went missing who was a couple years younger than me. My dad was only a deputy, but he was one of the officers assigned to the case.”

“And? Did they ever find the girl?” Stiles stopped tapping his foot and looked to you with a straight and hollow face.

“No.” He looked empty and emotionless. For some reason, his answer and the way he said it sent chills down your spine, summoning a shiver from your body. “This house, it’s just outside the woods. I think what happened was she had run off into them. She must have gotten lost, then probably died from exposure.” The entire house shuddered and shook as the words left his lips. Stiles jumped and held his arms out for balance.

“I don’t think she liked what you said.” He looked at you, full of sarcasm and rolled his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking: Oh really? Stiles composed himself and looked up, fanning his eyes across the walls and ceiling. “Um. Spirit lady?”

“STILES. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” You whisper-shouted at him, fear and dread consuming you.

“I’m trying to talk to her.” He looked at you like it was the most obvious answer. “Spirit lady! I think I can reunite you with your princess, but you have to trust me.” Silence. “You have to let us go.” The room shook again, making you shoot a look at Stiles that showed frustration. He was making things worse. He just shrugged at your expression. “You have to trust me.” Stiles changed his posture, slumping. His voice lowered and was laced with sadness when he continued. “I lost my queen. When I was little, I lost my queen, so I know what you’re feeling.” The warm feeling returned, filling the room and making it feel less menacing. “I can find your princess, but you have to let us go.” After a few moments, you both heard a click. Stiles looked to you, surprised that it actually worked. You both ran from the room and saw that the front door was wide open. You gave Stiles a look and ran for it, he was close behind. You kept running until you were a good 30 feet from the house. Stiles came up behind you, bent over and gasping for breath. When he caught it, he looked you dead in the eyes. “We need to call Lydia.”

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“You want me to what?” Lydia was obviously just as annoyed with being dragged out of bed as you had been. It was closer to 5AM now and the sky was starting to lighten, but just barely.

“I need you to find a dead body. Well, bones actually.” Stiles smiled at her, hoping she would grant his request, but she was unamused. “Lydia! Look, we were just trapped inside a freaking haunted house for three hours!” She looked at you with a questioning gaze, so you nodded to confirm his story. She looked back at Stiles.

“Tell me what I need to know.” She rolled her eyes, giving in to her spastic friend. He told her about the doll and how we found the picture. How we saw the memory and the story we heard. Then the promise we made to the spirit. He explained that the girl had probably ran off into the woods behind the house and gotten lost. He had considered asking Scott for help, but he would be unable to find the girl since almost 10 years had passed. The body would be nothing but bones now and he would never be able to find a scent. Lydia has a connection to death and always finds the bodies, so he decided she was the best option.

Lydia walked to the back yard, both of you trailing close behind, and stopped in the center. She closed her eyes and shook her body loose. She shot her eyes open and gasped, pulled into the supernatural world that no one but her could see.

Lydia’s POV

She threw her eyes open, overwhelmed by a feeling of urgency. Voices echoed in her ears, whispering things to her. Many of them weren’t relevant, so she had to sift through the chorus of noise to find the one she was looking for. Laughter rang in her ears and a girl skipped across the yard in front of her into the trees. She started following her without thinking, oblivious to Stiles and Y/N behind her. She stopped at the tree line and felt a chill from a gust of wind, but the trees weren’t moving. She looked into the maze of the woods and saw the girl, clinging to a doll staring back at her from far in the distance. She pointed to her right, then ran in that direction.

Lydia turned her head and headed in a diagonal line towards the right of where she had been standing. Every time she saw the girl, she was pointing in a different direction, and Lydia would adjust her path to match. She had no idea where she was going, where she was, or how long she had been walking, but she followed relentlessly leaving the world behind her. She took another step forward and stopped in her tracks. Goosebumps coated her skin and she started crying and gasping for breaths.

“Lydia? Are you okay?” Stiles ran up from behind to her side and grabbed her arm. She ignored him, worlds away from where he was. In that moment, Lydia felt everything. She felt the fear the girl had when she realized she was lost. How she panicked and called out for help, but no one heard her. How she screamed and cried for anyone to come but no one ever came. The dread that settled in when the girl realized she was alone. The tears that ran down her face and how all she wanted was her mother. The violent shivering when night fell and the temperature dropped. Her body fighting for warmth, but unable to create heat. The pain of the coldness that ached in her arms and legs. Then the numbness that followed. She felt the last breath the girl let out as the world took her, stealing her light.

“Here.” Lydia pointed to the ground in front of her. Just as quickly as all the feelings came, they went away. Not completely, they lingered in the back of her mind, but they weren’t as overpowering. She fell into Stiles’ arms as he caught her. She was tired and finding the girl drained her, making her weak. Stiles guided her over to a nearby fallen tree and helped her sit down on the trunk as she wiped her tears.

Reader’s POV

Before you all left, Stiles had grabbed a shovel and old duffel bag from the back of Roscoe, assuming that would have to dig up the remains and then need something to bring them back in. He started digging and it took a little over an hour. The two of you took turns so the other wouldn’t get too worn out. Just like Lydia said, you found the bones of what looked like a 6 year old girl. Stiles pulled them out and placed them in the bag. Thankfully, Stiles made mental notes of how you got here so finding your way back wasn’t too hard. Stiles started walking towards the main entrance of the house, but you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking the princess home.” His answer was straight and serious. You gave him a sympathetic smile.

“We both are.” He smiled and turned as you followed behind him. You went into the house and then to the girls room. Stiles set the bag down on the floor and took a step back. Before your eyes, the dark fog appeared, but it then transformed back into the woman from the picture. Out of thin air, the girl appeared next to the duffel bag.

“Mommy?” The little girl and her mother both started crying and ran to one another, encasing the other in their arms. You could feel your own tears brimming at your lids. You looked to Stiles who had a few tears streaming down his cheeks. You reached out and took his hand, squeezing. He squeezed back, letting you know he appreciated the gesture as his gaze stayed locked on the pair in front of you. The mother looked up at Stiles, refusing to let her princess go and mouthed ‘thank you.’ Stiles nodded, then turned and guided you out with him, keeping his fingers intertwined with yours.

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