@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:
we were both lovers over a
decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our
rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in
the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU
For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge
When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.
“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a
friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone
else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora
usually isn’t smiley.
“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car
and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny
dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just
having second thoughts because of reasons.”
“I’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised to do one thing. But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back.“
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, couple of nameless OCs
Word count: 600-ish
Warnings: Bit of angst, drinking, bit of fluff
A/N: This is my contribution to @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps Steph’s 500+ Followers and Birthday Challenge I hope this time I’m right with the deadline lol
Unbetad. So yeah, mistakes…
Song Prompt: She’s Not You by Elvis
[Feedback’s the best way to show your love] Tags under the cut.
I Came Back
The bartender places a fresh bottle and re-fills your glass as you asked. “It’s on the house,” he adds at your quizzical look.
He’s wearing a flirty smirk and his eyebrows are up. You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Thanks though,” you smile politely taking a swing of your free beer.
With a sigh you tap the wooden countertop with tingling fingers, following the rhythm of the 80’s one-hit-wonder playing in the background. The ugly guy that’s been eyeing you for past hour gathers enough courage to sit on the barstool next to yours. Helping your decision of going back to the motel after this one last drink.
But before you can even hop off your sit the door of the pub opens and in comes a tall guy. A hot, tall guy. A hot, tall guy you know a little too well. A hot, tall guy, you know a little too well, own your heart and is the reason you’re getting drunk right now.
You don’t turn around, not even when you hear his low raspy voice as he kicks ugly stinky guy out of his sit.
“Beat it.” It’s like a growl and then the dragging of the metal legs around the dirty concrete floor.
Through the mirror at the back wall you observe carefully as he licks his lips, grazing his lower one with white teeth and stares at you.
“Still here,” he asks after a minute or two.
You just shrug and take another sip of beer. “Had fun?” Is your turn to make a dumb question.
His eyebrows knit in confusion, you roll your eyes. “With big-boobed blondie!”
Dean scoffs and your eyes finally meet his. “What you think… you think me and-”
“I don’t need to know’er name,” you interrupt with one hand up. Downing your whiskey in one final big chug, you shudder and slip off the barstool.
“Look, I get it. We’re not together anymore-”
“Only because you wanted t-”
“I know! Anyways… I don’t need you to rub your one night stands in my face.” With two finger on your temple you salute him and turn to leave.
Dean has your old beer in hand, so you assume he’s just sticking around until he finish it before he heads back.
“Y/N. Wait!” The loud stomping of his boots accompany his voice.
You stop only when you’re already outside and wait for him to get to you. “What?”
He looks down at you with a sad smile and sighs. “I just need you to know I didn’t. I didn’t sleep with her.” His hands move to your arms and his thumbs caress the naked skin of your forearms.
“You want me to believe that after all that flirting and touching,” -you shudder again at the memory- “you didn’t sleep with her.That Dean Winchester, let the hottest woman in the bar tonight, just walk away and didn’t- ”
Plump soft lips against yours stop every sound coming from your mouth. And like something you’d been doing all your life and never stopped, you kiss him back. Leaning your body to his, sucking in the heat emanating from him. Fisting the rough fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. Parting your lips to allow his sweet tongue to meet yours.
His big hands roam your body, settling in the back of your head; fingers tangling in your hair and on your lower back; pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting you know how much you still excite him.
Only when your lungs burn for air you break the kiss and take a big ragged breath.
“I came back for her,” Dean whispers and you just blink no knowing what he’s talking about. “I came back to take the hottest woman back to my room with me.”
“What? But she was-”
“No,” he sweetly drags a few stranded hairs behind your ear and cups your cheek. “She wasn’t you.”
The fate of the universe lies on your shoulders. Now whatever you do, don’t push this button ‘cause that will set off the bomb immediately and we will all be dead! Now repeat back what I just said. I am Groot. No! That is the button that will kill everyone! Try again! I am Groot! Uh-huh. I am Groot! Uh-huh! I am Groot! NO!