a steter fic with stiles at a bar and suddenly seeing his ex (might be Jackson or whoever) approching and turns to the closest person like: “omg my crazy ex is here, random stranger kiss me and fake being my bf”. and random stranger Peter, being the good samaritan who spent the last ten minutes eyeing stiles and his sinful mouth agrees without much problem and gives stiles the kiss to rule them all

creepy ex approaches them when they’re getting really into it (so into it the bartender might be considering pulling them apart and telling them to take it elsewhere) and clears his throat so they pull away reluctantly, lips red and a bit swollen

stiles feels a bit dazed as he looks at this hot stranger with amazing blue eyes; he makes a soft startled sound when the stranger wipes at stiles’ bottom lip to, presumably, get rid of drool

the ex coughs again, Peter arches a brow and advises some cough meds or whatever, the ex is not amused, esp when Peter pulls stiles closer and keeps a possessive hand on stiles’ hip

the ex gives them a LOOK, turns to stiles with “Really stiles? he could be your father!”

and Peter doesn’t bat an eye, nuzzles against stiles’ temple and says “Oh I make a really good daddy.”

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he kissed like the world around us was about to  c r u m b l e
like there was a new  s t a r  being born in our place

                  and it was  d e v a s t a t i n g : the hunger, the need, the teeth,
                        and it was  i n v i g o r a t i n g : the passion, the ease, the lips

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It Happened To Me - I was a summer intern who slept with my boss.

by Stiles Stilinski

"When you said casual, I thought you meant something else." Stiles’ hands are like birds, flapping through the air, and he inwardly cringes at how his voice is pitching higher with each word.

"Stiles, what else could casual possibly mean? What did you expect to happen?" Peter breathes evenly, maintaining his usual composed mask.

"I didn’t know what would happen, Peter. I didn’t think-"

"Exactly, Stiles. You didn’t think. You never think. You just blaze ahead, what I say, what we AGREED upon going in one ear and out the other, and this is what happens.”

"But I only wanted-"

"Don’t finish that sentence, Stiles."

He watches Stiles sag, deflated, against the desk. Raking a hand through his hair, Stiles’ teeth worry his lower lip before trying to meet Peter’s eyes one last time.

Peter only shakes his head, looks towards the door. 

Part 1, 2

Peter/Stiles: "I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date"

It was an experiment Stiles was doing for a sociology class. He was supposed to write a paper on the experience, elaborating on how letting a coin decide his fate for a week either broadened or limited opportunities in his day-to-day life. It seemed easy enough.

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