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It’s a shitty job but a hyperactive sixteen-year-old with no prior experience can’t be too picky. But really, Stiles sighs as for the hundredth time today he flashes his best smile at some dowdy middle-aged housewife, did his dad have to be friends with Mr Lansdowne who runs the department store? And really, was the perfume counter the only position available?
His dad had been insistent though, either Stiles took the job or he would be grounded for the next year. And by grounded he meant going nowhere apart from school, not even to see Scott! So he had agreed, as dad had pointed out, the six grand Stiles had managed to spend on their credit card would not pay itself.
Though, the job had become vastly more interesting the past week with the opening of a new store across the road, selling denim and leather jackets and cowboy boots, and the appearance of a devastatingly handsome guy to model it all.
He was a few years older, with dark hair, green eyes, a constant two-day stubble and a figure to die for: at least six-two, about 190 pounds of solid muscle, just the type to inhabit Stiles’s daydreams.
Not that he’d managed more than a few hungry looks in the guy’s direction when he wasn’t looking, wondering if he’d ever pick up the courage to open his mouth and introduce himself.
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“Daddy! Uncle Correm is here already! You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!”
Amelie fussed over her parents, hustling them out of the door while hading out scarves and gloves and various bits and pieces she thought would be vital. Quinn, as usual, had been ready well in advance, it was Danny who was the object of her mothering.
“I’ll be done in a minute, darling, I just want to speak to Uncle Correm before we go, OK? You go and make sure that the boys don’t run out the door,” he ushered her out of the hallway and turned to his oldest friend.
“I’m not going to bother giving you a list of do’s and don’t’s - you’re going to spoil her rotten anyway…but just so you know, she hasn’t been sleeping well for the last few nights, keeps waking up in the middle of the night and will crawl into bed with you. We’ll be back sometime in the afternoon, but call me if there’s an emergency, OK? Have fun you two,” he blew a kiss to Amelie looking in through the glass door and a clap on the shoulder for Correm, “is Noah coming round tonight?”
“Nah, he’s got a thing - some showing or another - no need to worry about him being a bad influence on the little one,” Correm’s relationship with Noah Sokoll was volatile to say the least, but they somehow always ended up together after breaking up - usually in public.
“You know I don’t think that Core, and I doubt he could be any worse of an influence than you already are,” he dodged a playful punch from Correm and laughed while walking out the door, “alright then, you behave yourself young lady and maybe, just maybe we’ll bring something back for you.”
Him and Quinn were going to visit Danny’s sister Maria and her family in Starkhaven, it was a chance for them to have some time alone too, and Correm was always happy to babysit his goddaughter.
“Right, are we ready to go?” Quinn had watched the exchange with good-natured amusement, knowing there would be no point in rushing Danny anywhere, he had said his goodbyes to Amelie earlier anyway.
“Mmm…I can’t wait to see Mari and the kids, wonder if Sebastian has finished the extension yet? He’s been building it for like four years now…and,” he kissed Quinn tenderly before getting in the car, “what I really look forward to is spending time with you, my gorgeous.”
“Oh Danny,” Quinn laughed and hugged his partner tight, “I am looking forward to that too. Come on then, love - you’re driving!”
Isaac used to walk around shoulders hunched and eyes cast down, wearing oversized hoodies and in general making himself as invisible as possible.
A few weeks into being a werewolf and you could see the difference. He stood tall, shoulders squared and head held high. The hoodies were still there but now they fit instead of swallowing him whole. No longer did Isaac flinch every time anyone addressed him or avoid looking people in the eyes.
But then again, he didn’t get beaten at every imagined slight or wrongdoing. He wasn’t locked up in a dark, cramped box every night for a week for failing a test. He wasn’t alone any more.
And if Scott had anything to say in the matter, he never would be.
sex or food?
Or the one where Derek finds Stiles’ YouTube channel where he works his way through all the memes currently making rounds on the internet.
“Sex. Not that I have much in the way of personal experience in the matter, you know, with another person that is, but I’m sure it’ll be way better than any food in the world.”
Stiles moves on to the next question but Derek barely registers any of it, it’s hard to concentrate from the blood rushing in his ears, he can feel his heart beat at least a hundred and there’s the familiar tightening in his jeans as always when Derek thinks of Stiles. Or sex. Or especially Stiles and sex in the same context.
Damn but the kid was brain-meltingly gorgeous. A maddening mix of innocence and precociousness and Derek wanted him, so bad it was driving him slowly insane. Something would have to give, and soon - before someone else snapped the kid up and that would not do.
I am yours
It’s barely more than a breath, buried into his skin and muffled by Stiles’ hood but Derek hears every word crystal clear and doesn’t miss the emphasis. He can’t find the words to respond, to tell Stiles how the confession fills him with some unnamed and untamed emotion, how every fibre of his being sings as if to say ‘yes, you are mine and I am yours’. So instead he just holds Stiles close, buries his head in the crook of the boy’s neck and closes his eyes.
Shaun always said that, ‘go away’.
But what he really meant was ‘you’re gorgeous and way too distracting and I like you but maybe I shouldn’t think of you that way, better if you go before I say something I will regret’.
But Desmond stubbornly refused to go away, no matter how many time Shaun snapped at him and slowly Shaun started to think that maybe it would not be a total disaster if he did say something.
Next time Desmond came to peer over his shoulder Shaun swallowed, turned to face the assassin and said ‘Hello Desmond. Cup of coffee?’
He didn’t regret it.
if you play with my hair until i fall asleep i will fall in love with you
Have a ficlet.
It’s a silly thing, surely not something Isaac would ever confess to anyone but he liked people playing with his hair.
See, when he was little - back when he still had a family - it was the guaranteed way to get him to fall asleep, mom carding her fingers through his too-long hair while telling a good-night story.
So when he started having nightmares and Derek and Stiles created the Arrangement to help him, of course he managed to have an absolutely disastrous night when it was the girls’ turn to mind him. And when he couldn’t settle back to sleep, he’d laid his head on Lydia’s lap and she had smoothed his sweaty curls away from his eyes and somehow he’d relaxed at once.
It was their little secret thing after that, his and Allison’s and Lydia’s. There were things the others did for him that were nice and made him fall asleep again but this was the best, the one he loved the most.
I did, cause I didn’t want to never have the chance.
I did, cause sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s in danger of being taken away from you.
I did, cause I don’t care what people say.
I did, cause I think I love you.
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This is for Janice. Thank you.
They hardly ever get to spend an entire night together, Peter can count on one hand the times he’s woken up with Chris in the past two years. It’s something to treasure then, the rare occasions he gets to watch his boyfriend sleep.
A glance at the bedside clock tells Peter they have a few hours yet, he can spare the time to admire the beauty of the boy next to him. There are fading bruises, Chris says they’re nothing, just leftovers from his training sessions with Gerard but they fill Peter with an irrational hatred for the man. There are some from him too, but they were made with love, not cruelty. His own are already fading though the memory of them remains, a reminder of how much they trust one another - either one more than capable of causing real harm but choosing not to.
Chris stirs in his sleep as Peter’s fingers ghost along his jaw then neck and shoulder, before stopping at the faded scar on his stomach. They trace absent circles there while Peter gets lost in his own thoughts.
Two years. Two whirlwind years since he first laid eyes on Chris on class and they’d hit it off instantly. The hunter and the hunted, what an improbable - impossible - match, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He would want nothing more than stay like this forever, just the two of them in the night. Everything he wants - all he would ever want - is right here next to him and knowing that his feelings are returned in equal measure makes Peter feel…whole, complete - like never before.
A drabble for Janice. Because of reasons.
“Are you playing The Sims again?” Allison asks, peering over the top of her laptop at Scott, who is hunched over his own laptop, staring at it with a glazed look on his face.
“I only ask because I don’t think you’ve blinked for the past half hour,” she adds.
“Uh, maybe?” Scott admits. “I made a me-Sim and a you-Sim. I’m trying to get them to fall in love.”
It’s dumb, but Allison can’t help the warm glow that blooms in her chest when Scott grins at her.
“That’s cute,” she says.
“Actually it’s not going very well,” Scott says, his smile fading. “You’re really focused on your career, and I keep accidentally getting a crush on Stiles.”
(Inspired by this post with its various mentions of The Sims.)
Would it ring true here, at the last mile to walk?
I wanted to take part in Sketchavember but I didn’t have any idea what to doodle, so I looked back what I drew last November.
The cold November wind bit through wool and leather into your very bones, no matter how many layers you wore. Not that Fenris noticed the cold, his mind was utterly occupied with other things.
You’re free now, there is nothing to keep you here any more.
It was what he had wanted, wasn’t it? To be free? Not beholden to any man ever again. He’d as good as driven Garrett away and now…now there was no way back.
Fenris didn’t stop until he was beyond sight of the city gates, far out along the Wounded Coast. There was no one to see him fall to his knees in the snow and weep. He wept for himself, for Garrett, for freedom that felt more like a prison and for words unsaid that could now never be said.
Trying to find my way back to writing…
MATT BECOMES LESS CREEPY WHEN IN PROXIMITY TO DANNY
That’s Danny’s magical power: he makes people better simply by allowing them in his heavenly presence. Matt becomes less of a creeper; Jackson less of a douche; and Scott more homoerotic.
So what you’re saying, is that we could solve this whole pack war issue, just by having the Leather Jacket Gang hang out with Danny. Suddenly, everyone smiles, there’s discussion instead of threats, and instead of beating each other up, they all decide it’s a great idea to take their shirts off.
TEAM SUNSHINE FOR WORLD PEACE
Praise his heavenly light.
Derek hadn’t been at all sure about including Danny in the affairs of the pack. The boy was not a werewolf nor showed any desire to be one, rather he was quite an ordinary teenage boy. But he was Jackson’s best friend and there was a strange aura around him, something Derek couldn’t quite put a finger to.
But within weeks of Danny moving in to the house he was an integral part of the pack. Whenever he was around, things were…smoother, Jackson and Scott weren’t on each other’s throats all the time, Isaac of course was all smiles and practically radiated happiness and the girls were much more relaxed around a boy who had no sexual interest in them, Danny being the only one completely homosexual in their group.
Danny was a smart guy too, had a way with computers and along with Jackson was the most athletic of the lot, so Derek put him in charge of getting everyone in shape for the war ahead. Slowly he found himself warming to Danny too, the boy’s unshakeable good humour impossible to ignore. That and how he seemed to get Isaac, to know just exactly what the other, more fragile teen needed, soon Danny was as much part of the pack as the wolves.
(I’m actually liking this idea a lot but lacking the headspace to make a proper fic at the moment…will play with it more later I think)
It was the first time Chris had been home late. It was also the first time he’d wandered further than Gerard had allowed him to go. Chris had never, not for one second, thought that he’d wind up pressed against a door, another’s hands running through his hair, another’s lips on his own. They’d left him breathless, yet wanting more. He’d tried not to make a sound as he returned home. He didn’t want to answer Kate’s questions on why he was so flustered. He knew his father would talk to him tomorrow, after he’d slept. That was all Chris wanted to do, now. Sleep. Dream.
Kate often teased him about the girls he fancied. She wouldn’t believe him when he told her it wasn’t a girl. It wasn’t, though. There had been nothing feminine about the way he’d been pressed against the door. And he’d never kissed anyone with such force or passion. He’d liked it. A lot. More now he’d been able to think over what had just happened.
That was the first night he dreamed about Peter Hale. But it wouldn’t be the last. Not by a long shot.
In which Stiles and Derek fight and the rest of the pack has to suffer because of it.
(I should be working!)
It was a stupid argument over stupid fucking furniture of all things but it’s the principle of things and Stiles would not give in on this one. The house has been largely rebuilt by now and there’s more than enough room for everyone. Scott has his own room, so does Isaac though Jackson has more or less moved in so his room is now occupied by Lydia and Allison whenever they come around. Erica and Boyd are happy sharing a room, not that they could be kept apart anyway, and they made a room for Derek on the ground floor where the old guest room used to be. And for Stiles too.
Until last weekend that is. All he wanted was somewhere he could be on his own every now and then, away from the chaos of living with seven other people - behuman.Derek had gotten it wrong of course,why do you not want to live with me? Why do you need a room for yourself, you’re gonna sleep here anyway so what’s the point?
Stiles tells himself it’s because Derek grew up in a large family, that it’s because he needs the pack around him to feel normal that he doesn’t understand Stiles’s need for solitude. Scott tried to explain, even offered up to move in with Lydia and Allison so that Stiles could have his but that wouldn’t work, the girls had only recently got together and needed time to figure out their relationship - and how Scott would fit in the equation.
Frustrated with the arguments and the big deal everyone was making out of a small request, Stiles had packed a bag of spare clothes and gone back home to his dad who, while happy to see him had made it clear that this could not be a permanent arrangement.
For a whole week he’s managed away, only seeing the rest of the pack at school apart from Isaac who climbs in through his window every night. In the end it’s Isaac’s tearful confession that he is afraid they will never get back together that brings Stiles to his senses. He holds Isaac close and cards his fingers through the blond curls until the other boy falls asleep on his chest. He lies awake for a long while thinking about how much his life has changed in the last two years and while he isn’t a werewolf himself, he shares his life with a whole pack of them.
He goes back the next day from school, apprehensive and full of nervous energy. Before he’s even properly through the door, Stiles is caught in a mass of bodies, Allison, Lydia, Erica, Isaac, Scott is there somewhere and Danny too - even Jackson claps him on the shoulder by way of welcome. It’s all a little overwhelming but the chaos gives way to silence as he notices Derek leaning against the doorframe.
They’re not good with words, him and Derek. Stiles having too many and Derek too few of them but a nervous smile and a whispered sorry, I love you go a long way to patch things up.
As a compromise they furnish the small attic with a desk and a bookshelf. Erica decorates it with colourful lanterns and Lydia buys too-expensive rugs for the wooden floor. Boyd finds an old armchair somewhere and carries it all the way up the stairs and Allison brings a throw for it - it’s decorated in small paw prints, much to everyone’s amusement. And the best thing, there is a door Stiles can close behind him when things get a little too much. The others stay away most of the time - only Isaac comes and curls up on the armchair and watches Stiles reading or doing his homework.
And everyone breathes a little easier again.
Stiles doesn’t really care about baseball, not the way Scott does, he only goes to the games to soak in the atmosphere and there’s usually one or two players that catch his eye who make it oh so much better.
Scott’s been going on about this one for a while, apparently there’s a hot new signing for the Ravens and the way he emphasizes ‘hot’ makes Stiles groan, trust Scott to try and set him up again. But he goes along anyway, he’s way too curious not to.
Scott’s got them good seats as always, after all he’s dating the owner’s daughter. The game starts and Stiles forgets any intentions he had of leaving early. The Ravens’ new guy is not only good at the game but devastatingly good looking. He moves with a sort of animal grace that makes Stiles shiver, he steps up to the plate and Stiles gets a name - Hale.
Derek Hale. Stiles goes home and trawls the internet for everything he can find on the guy, which isn’t much - 6’2, 189lbs, age 25, apparently played baseball since he was old enough to hold the bat. Suddenly baseball starts to look a whole lot more interesting and Stiles turns up at every home game to watch Derek play.
It’s Christmas before he gets the courage to speak to Derek after the game and March when they go out for a few beers and Stiles spends the weekend in Derek’s bed.
To be honest, Stiles wasn’t expecting more than a brief fling, a casual fuck with no strings. But life has a funny way sometimes of throwing curveballs your way and you just gotta adjust your game plan, as Derek puts it one night they’re lying in bed talking, and for once Stiles doesn’t have a snappy comeback for the intensity in Derek’s voice and the way arm around his waist tightens. Yeah, nothing like he expected but at the same time everything he could have wanted.
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