except with erica

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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summersaltturn  asked:

"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

~

“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

~

“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

Haikyuu!! Prince of Stride!AU

@yugiohrox @rolling-blunder @fascinatedfox YAY

The basics of it are: each of the teams are a Stride team(ofc), the setters are the relationers, and the captain is usually the anchor. 

I’ll put the rest of it under the cut, it gets kinda(very) long :D

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anonymous asked:

Hi I was just thinking about how they brought Peter back after he died and I basically came up with a head canon of how Laura's death basically sparked a lot of the supernatural occurrences and maybe resurrecting her could be a way to turn the nemeton off

I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR BRINGING LAURA HALE BACK. 

Teen Wolf brought tons of people back from the dead, the least they can do is bring Laura back. I think @eeyore9990 and I talked about this once - about how Stiles and Lydia would work together to try and bring Allison back and in the process they accidentally bring back Laura who, on returning, gives Stiles a death glare (no pun intended) and demands to know who is looking after her brother. 

Laura and Stiles become good friends (much to Derek’s dismay because now there’s two of them, especially after she tells Stiles he is just Derek’s type); Allison is safe and sound; Erica and Boyd never actually died and return from their world tour in which Erica acquired several cowboy hats that no-one wants to ask about, except Stiles because every time Erica wears one Boyd gets simultaneously smug and embarrassed and while he doesn’t want to know, he has to know.  

Basically, Laura’s death was the beginning of it all and now, it’s going to be the start of it all again. Except this time, Laura is going to get shit done. Derek couldn’t be happier to have her back (and not just as Alpha). 

anonymous asked:

Request? Isaac crushing on a bad girl and the pack knowing about it. Half of them encourage Isaac to ask her out (Scott) but the other half make fun of him bc she's too hardcore for him (Stiles). Make her bestie Danny bc I miss him :(((

Musical Inspiration: “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry

Pairing: Isaac x Female Reader

Isaac slams his locker shut and turns to head to class when he sees you walking down the hallway toward him. Well, past him.

He sighs as he watches you go by laughing with Danny as the two of you make fun of Jackson for doing something stupid over the weekend.

A hand on his shoulder draws his attention away and he turns to glance at Scott. He’d already known it was his best friend. Scott’s the only one that gets it, wanting someone no one else thinks you belong with. Anyone else would have been laughing at Isaac’s crush right now and throwing it in his face how different the two of you are. Well, except maybe Erica but he’s pretty sure she’s just rooting for him because she thinks he’d be hilariously awkward about asking you out.

“Hey,” Isaac tells his friend somberly, glancing back at you one more time as you walk away from him.

“Dude, you should just do it already,” Scott says giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze as he follows Isaac’s gaze. “Just ask her out.”

Isaac sighs. He wants to. God, does he want to. But he’d almost rather spend the rest of his life pining than risk a rejection from you. Anyone else he could recover from but not you. “Maybe,” he answers grudgingly. “I’m probably not her type.”

“Who’re we talking about?” Stiles asks as he saunters up.

Scott’s already rolling his eyes because he knows what’s coming, just as well as Isaac does.

“No one,” Isaac says, trying to avoid what he knows is coming.

“Oh,” Stiles hums. “So, Isaac when (y/n) sees him?” He’s already laughing before he’s even gotten the quip out.

Isaac gives him a flat look and walks away but he can hear Scott smack Stiles upside the head.

“Ouch,” Stiles complains. “What was that for?”

“We’re his friends, we should be encouraging him,” Scott scolds.

“To ask out a girl he has no chance with?” Stiles asks incredulously. “(Y/n) is way too hardcore for him. She’s not just the bad girl that skips class and sneaks out to see her boyfriends. She totally beat the shit out of that guy from Dalton that wouldn’t take no for an answer at Danny’s party last summer.”

Isaac strains his ears extra hard to hear Scott’s reply to that. “Doesn’t matter. Maybe Isaac is exactly her type, we don’t know. And neither will he if he never tries.”

Isaac bites his lip and continues walking, letting his friends’ chatter fade into the background.

*

So, he’s decided. He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna ask you out.

He looks for you after school, trying to get it over with before he loses his nerve. He finds Danny and Jackson sitting on the front steps but you’re not with them.

“Uh, Danny, hey,” Isaac approaches, shoulders hunched up to his ears, hands buried in his pockets. “Do you know where (y/n) is?”

Jackson snorts. “OH my god,” he scoffs like he knows exactly where this is going, and he finds it hilarious.

Danny elbows Jackson in the side. “Be nice,” he scolds with a little smile, because when is Danny not smiling a little. He turns his gaze to Isaac. “She had to skip out early today,” he informs. “Do you want me to tell her you’re looking for her?”

“Yeah,” Isaac says but then shakes his head. “Wait, no. Um. Just—“

Yeah. No. Wait. Um…” Jackson mocks him, before fixing him with a glare. “Doesn’t matter what you want, loser. I’m gonna tell her anyway, so get lost.”

Isaac shakes his head at Jackson’s behavior but listens and walks away. He doesn’t see how you or Danny can hang out with that jerk.

Well, it seems he’ll know soon if he really is a nobody in your eyes.

*

He’s on his way to Stiles’ jeep the next day when someone calls out behind him.

“Hey, Isaac!”

He turns and there you are, looking all bad-ass and gorgeous. “Hi,” he breathes.

“I heard you were looking for me.”

“Oh, yeah, I—“ He stops speaking, looking around the parking lot. He feels the weight of all of his friends’ stares from every corner of the lot. Suddenly, he feels a lot less sure he can do this. “I just— wanted to ask, um,” his eyes search frantically for some clue to a question he can ask and his gaze rests on the helmet in your hands. “I wanted to ask where you got your bike.”

“Oh,” you seem surprised by that question. “Dante’s over on Ninth.”

“Oh, cool,” Isaac nods like he’s actually heard of the place.

“You thinking of getting one?” You ask, seeming interested in his existence for once.

“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

“Well, my Agusta handles really well,” you tell him, licking your lips and glancing over at it across the lot. “I totally recommend it. Do you… wanna go for a ride?”

He feels his eyes widen and his mouth fall open a bit. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

He follows you over to your motorbike and watches you straddle it with confident ease. He stumbles trying to get on behind you and hopes you haven’t noticed as he settles himself up against your back.

“Hey, Joey,” you call out to one of your other friends. He appears to be about to get in a truck with someone else but he pulls himself back out to see what you want. “Since your bike is in the shop, can we borrow your helmet?”

He sighs heavily and gets out of the truck to walk over helmet in hand, eyeing Isaac the whole time. “Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t actually sound all that sure, but hands over the helmet anyway.

“Thanks, man,” you say, slapping him on the arm as you pass it back.

Isaac puts the helmet on, making sure it feels snug and then wraps his arms around your waist as you bring the beast to life.

He clings to you the whole ride and it’s quite possibly the best experience of his entire life. The freedom of feeling like he’s flying coupled with the girl he’s crazy about. It’s enough to give him a little of the courage he was lacking earlier.

When you pull back into the school parking lot, he climbs off the bike and takes off the helmet. “That was… really great.”

“I know, right?” You pop off your helmet too, hanging it on your handle bars and grin, patting your bike, “I love this thing.”

“Hey, um, do you wanna go out sometime?” Isaac blurts, and then feels awkward about it. Here he’s been squished up against your back for the past twenty minutes and now he’s asking you out. That’s gotta be kinda weird.

You study him for a second and a knowing grin takes over your face. “You’re not planning on getting a bike, are you?”

“N-no. Not really,” he admits, handing over your friend’s helmet. “I just… kinda panicked at the last second and latched onto whatever I saw first. Which. Was your helmet.” He gestures to your own helmet. “Which lead to asking about your bike.”

You take the extra helmet from him, holding it in your lap as you stare at him with a grin that’s making him a little nervous. “Yeah, okay,” you say abruptly.

“Yeah, okay I’m a huge dork or?”

“Yeah, okay I’ll go out with you,” you laugh. “Although. You are a bit of a dork.”

He could be embarrassed about it but you wink at him when you say it. Still, he ducks his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you assure him. “Dorks happen to be my type.”

Take that, Stilinski. Who’s laughing now??

anonymous asked:

Hi there, I'm helping plan a wedding and it's got me in the mood for everything wedding-y! I'm in love with amazingly written wedding vows at the moment and just wondered if you knew of any Teen Wolf fics with gorgeous weddings involved? Thanks heaps!

Wedding fics! - Anastasia

Originally posted by jlbwedding

Man of Honor by allourheroes

(1/1 I 329 I General I Pydia)

Stiles refuses to call himself her Matron of Honor.

Tap Safe by AlphaFeels

(1/1 I 465 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek scowls and Stiles wants magic balloons at their wedding. 

Day 7: Formal by ANE925

(1/1 I 1,028 I General I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles finally tie the knot…twice.

That’s Just My Face Stiles by 42hrb

(1/1 I 1,040 I Teen I Sterek)

After Scott manages to break all the centerpieces for Lydia and Jackson’s wedding Stiles and Derek are stuck together making new ones.

An Accidental Engagement by frogy

(1/1 I 1,288 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is a year away from graduating again. The first time around, when it was high school he was a year out from graduating from, Derek told Stiles that was reason enough not to bother acting on this thing that had been growing between them. Luckily, Stiles has always been the bullheaded brains of the operation.

In which Derek and Stiles get all sorts of engaged.

(i’ll never be more than) a wolf at your door by gnx (LiesArePartiallyTrue)

(1/1 I 1,477 I Teen I Allydia)

“they’re holding the wedding in a small chapel just outside of beacon hills, huddled in the trees on a curve of the main road.”

a wedding + a love story told in snippets.

Absolutely perfect by erciareyes

(1/1 I 1,184 I General I Berica)

It’s Boyd & Erica’s wedding day and everything should be perfect except it’s not because Erica suddenly get’s a major case of ice-cold feet.

Wedding by Angelwithwingsoffire

(1/1 I 2,074 I General I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek have settled in with Emilia and are now getting married. Now if only Derek would stop freaking out about the wedding.

Yes by Abyssinian

(3/3 I 5,194 I General I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek get legally married.

Marry Me Stiles by Adaline_Stilinski

(3/3 I 5,672 I General I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles wedding in 24 hours

Something New by 1001cranes for dizzzylu

(3/? I 6,600 I Teen I Allison/Stiles/Derek)

“I’m your wedding planner, but i’m also falling in love with you”

Sweet Like Cinnamon by allyasavestheday

(9/9 I 24,766 I Explicit I Allison/Erica)

Allison and Erica are maids-of-honor for Lydia and Cora respectively. Things go wrong, and bickering ensues.

under your skin feels like home by airplanewishes

(1/1 I 33,522 I Teen I Sterek)

This is not how Stiles wanted to come back. Him coming back isn’t about him and his ex-boyfriend. It’s supposed to be because Scott and Allison are getting married. It’s supposed to be a fun reunion and not the kind that maybe his friends are still hoping for him, something that Stiles doesn’t know what to think about. Sure, Derek may be his one great love, the one that got away as well, but that didn’t mean that Stiles hasn’t moved on. Derek clearly has and Stiles has too. Stiles being back doesn’t change any of that. It doesn’t change the fact that it has been three years and that it’s over.

A (Fake) Romance in Idaho by sarcasmandirony

(13/? I 38,898 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek’s brother is having a wedding and everyone but Derek and the babies of the family are taking dates. At thirty-six years old, his family is getting kind of worried Derek will never find anyone. So, Derek decides to tell them he’s dating his best friend and colleague, Stiles Stilinski. Thank God Stiles’ crush on Derek is 100% a thing of the past.

stolen dates — lydia martin

— pairing: fxf
— requested by: @wicked-retributionn

Lydia Martin had a good life, it was not exactly how she thought it would end up as, but it was still enjoyable. That’s until you showed up. Being new to the school was an experience to say at least. You had made friends with both Lydia Martin and Erica Reyes, who were perfect in their own way.


Erica was one of the sweetest girls you’ve ever met. You had met her in P.E, when you unfortunately had to defend her against some bullies. She had a tendency to shy away when she got too close to someone.

“Hey, Lydia,” you said to the girl sitting next to you as you sat down in your seat in class. Lydia replied with a similar greeting to yours with a smile gracing her features.


-


Lydia’s crush on you grew more each day and soon almost everyone had noticed, with the exception of you, and Erica.


You and Erica also grew closer, not in the way that Erica would’ve wanted but you thought that it was the obvious way.


On the Friday, exactly one week before the big day, Erica came up to you, asking how your day has been, just like she’s always done. But this time it was different, she had prepared something special in that brain that was hiding behind her smile.


“Hey Y/N, do you have a date to prom yet?” She asked as curiously as she could muster, trying to act normal about the matter. It was not everyday that you could ask your best friend to prom.


“No I do not,” You seemed upset about the subject since even a human could smell the sadness radiating off of you. Your locker was slammed shut by the force of your own hand.


“I thought,- no I think that we should go.”


Before any of your thoughts could be processed into words Erica cut your shocked self off.


“Together, that is,”


Lydia was standing near the two of you, trying to act as if the book she was holding wasn’t a cover up. Her heart felt as if it would burst at any moment and her palms were sweating more than she’d ever done in Sports class.


She could practically hear Erica’s smile when you said ‘yes’ and her own heart shatter. The book went up as a cover once again to try to hide her tear stained face.


-


It was the day of prom at school, and everyone was pumped. There was decorations in the colours purple, black and white scattered all over the place. Old posters over thrown with new about prom was almost the only thing that you could see all day. It was the only day that people would mind their own business instead of putting their noses into your life to spread rumours.


You had not seen Erica the entirety of the day and even yesterday. Every person who had been asked where she was, hadn’t noticed. Her absence from class grew and your paranoia decided to spike up. Where could she be?


Luckily you had Lydia help you cope with the stress in her own way, she helped you get a nice outfit for the evening. The outfit itself consisted purely out of thing that Lydia thought made you look more like a goddess.


After walking home alone and feeling blue, no one was there to greet you like you and Erica originally had planned. Sighing, you unlocked the door to an empty home. The best thing to do right then and there was to dress up and decide if you’re attending or not.


Your phone started buzzing in your pocked and you picked it up, answering as soon as you could.


“Hey, Y/n” Lydia said slowly, she sounded nervous when she spoke.


“What’s up?” You tried to ignore the fact that Lyds wasn’t herself.


“I have some bad news,” she said.


You made a noise signaling that you understood.


“Erica’s missing,”


You took that like a boxer took a punch, with a strong face, even when every cell in you body wanted to cry.


“Oh,”


-


You had decided that crying was not worth it and put on the outfit. At least it gave you some confidence.


You felt everyone’s eyes fixated on you. It made you wanting to crawl back into your house wrapped up under a blanket. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to show up when your date has just been pronounced as missing.


Lydia had felt a presence that she loved so much. Seeing you like that it made her already broken heart ache for your healing touch.


Suddenly you felt an arm loop through yours. Looking up, you saw a head of perfectly curled red hair.


“You came,” Lydia breathed out, using it more as a question. You looked amazing, and Lydia felt a wave of shame wash over her for not asking you out first.


“I couldn’t let this go to waste, now?” A smile was now evident on your face as Lydia led you into the decorative gym hall.


The iridescent lights were cast upon the large crowd of teenagers as a calm song played, making it look like heavenly.


Lydia’s steps came to a abrupt stop as her dress flowed around, showing of her beautiful curves.


“Wanna dance?” She held out a hand for you to take. You played your hand in hers and it felt like everything would work itself out when you were in Lydia’s embrace.


“Doesn’t the infamous Lydia Martin have a date to attend?”


You put your hands around her hips as you swayed to the slow paced beat of the song.


“I had other things to look after,” she explained and tied her arms around your neck. “Plus, I couldn’t leave you here alone.”


You felt as if you were floating. If time stopped you wouldn’t be mad at all, because you were with Lydia, and you could stay there forever.

this took so long to write, whoop
sorry for not being active, I’ve had test on test this week :/


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teen wolf/superman fusion because everything happens so very much

Derek might be panicking. Just a little bit.

“This was such a stupid idea,” he tells Erica. Accuses her, really. Everything is her fault, after all.

“Has anyone asked you about it yet?” Erica asks calmly. She looks up at him from her desk, thoroughly unimpressed. “Has anyone said, ‘Hey, you look just like Super-’”

“Shut up,” Derek hisses.

Erica snorts. “You’re too easy, you know that?”

Derek finally takes a seat at his own desk across the bullpen from hers, if only to get her to stop talking about their situation in the middle of a busy newsroom. Full of reporters. Almost half of whom are working exclusively on figuring out who “Superman” really is, and all of whom would kill their own pets to get the scoop.

And Derek is fully convinced someone is going to do it because Erica is stupid and Derek was stupid enough to believe her when she said, “Take off your glasses and gel your hair a little more, no one will notice,” what were they thinking-

“Hey,” a voice cuts into his panic spiral. He turns to find the owner of the desk right next to his to find the bane of his entire existence taking his unfortunately rightful seat.

“You know,” Stiles says after moment, “it’s almost comforting to know that no matter what is happening in the world, you will always be an asshole. Aliens are real and are apparently here to protect us, but at least I can count on Derek Hale not being able to deliver a simple, civil hello.”

Derek almost doesn’t want to believe it. It sounds- it sounds like Stiles doesn’t recognize him. Maybe the glasses thing does work. God, Derek feels bad for the human race.

He clears his throat and says, “Good reporters are supposed to be good at listening, so why do you talk so much?”

Stiles laughs sarcastically at him. Then his eyes drift over Derek’s shoulder and his expression turns less mocking and more thoughtful.

Derek turns around to find CNN running a story on the school bus he saved from plummeting into the river last night. His - Superman’s - picture stays in the top right corner of the screen while they discuss…something. Someone muted the tv this morning.

“You know,” Stiles says slowly. When Derek turns to face him again, he’s looking back and forth between the tv and Derek. “You kind of look like him.”

Of course Junior Reporter here would figure it out in 30 seconds. Not for the first time, Derek wishes he’d crash landed in another galaxy.

Before Derek can decide which bathroom on which floor they can use to go over the obligatory, “Please don’t tell anyone,” speech, Stiles laughs and shakes his head.

“Except those muscles are unreal,” Stiles says, turning back to his computer. “No one looks like that. Look at the man’s biceps. It’s surprise we haven’t found him on those puppies alone.”

Derek surreptitiously tries to tuck his arms in closer to his sides and tries to remember how to breathe.

It’s going to be a long day.

errrgreytea  asked:

OMG EMMA SO I WAS READING YOUR POST ON HOW YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF NERD!DEREK AND JOCK!DEREK COMBINED INTO ONE (/post/134741804795/derek-is-canonically-a-jock-right-right-but) AND OHMYGOD I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS!! Esp the bit where you wrote about Derek curling up in Laura's lap and eating ice cream and watching Firefly because he's pining over Stiles who is in love with Lydia and OHMYGOD I NEED A FIC EMMA I NEED A FIC cont-

I mean, I can TOTALLY imagine:“I mean, I get it, you know? Lydia Martin is gorgeous. She’s beautiful. Everyone wants to be with her. I get it. I mean, why would someone like Stiles even like me, right?” Derek asks, feeling utterly miserable as he scoops another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. Laura furrows her eyebrows disapprovingly, frowning down at the back of her little brother’s head, even as the latter’s eyes are glued to the TV.

Her fingers are gently carding through his dark hair and she says, a little protective and defensive note in her voice, “What do you even mean by that? Someone like you? Look, you are an idiot sometimes, but you’re objectively very attractive, okay?”Derek rolls his eyes, shifting his head’s position on Laura’s lap, his cheek mashed against her thigh. “Thanks, Laur. I feel better now.” Laura rolls her eyes and knocks her knuckles against his skull; Derek winces.

“Don’t you sass me, you little shit.” But then she takes another look at her little brother. His head on her lap, hands clutching the spoon and bucket of ice cream like a lifeline, his eyes glued to the TV even though Laura’s not even sure he’s actually watching it. She traces light circles on his temple with her thumb and her expression softens. Derek may be a sassy little shit, but he’s still her brother and Laura loves him.

“Look, Der. All jokes and insults aside, I really do think that you’re a great person. You’re nice. I know you like to pretend in front of all of us that you’re this badass rebel but please. I see you helping old Mrs. Hamilton with her groceries, okay? You care about other people. You’re funny. You’re awesome.” Derek stays silent, but Laura can tell he’s listening intently to every word she says, clinging onto her every word.

“You deserve someone who loves you for who you are, okay? And if this Stiles boy can’t see it, then it’s his loss.” Derek is still quiet for a few moments, but then he reaches up and gives Laura’s fingers a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, Laur.”“Anytime, bro.” Laura smiles softly.“You’re still annoying, though.” Derek teases and Laura can hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re an idiot.” Laura gives him another knock on the back of his head and can’t help the way her lips curve up in a fond smile at Derek’s protests.

(Of course, Laura later finds out from Erica that Stiles is so ridiculously into Derek and she rolls her eyes and is not at all surprised at her brother’s idiocy. He may excel at sports and he has unbelievably good grades but ohmygod he’s so dense when it comes to Stiles.) //END (OHMYGOD this was long, sorry for spamming your ask! u.u) 

OKAY, BUT YOU JUST WROTE THE FIC.

IN THIS HIGH SCHOOL AU ARE STILES AND ERICA BESTIES?? (Please tell me they are.) IS STILES CURLED UP ON ERICA’S LAP AND IS SHE STROKING HIS HAIR AND TRYING TO CHEER HIM UP WITH PORN AND THE NEW DILDO SHE BOUGHT? “YOU CAN PRETEND IT’S DEREK’S DICK! I’LL LOAN IT TO YOU!” “WHY ARE YOU MY BEST FRIEND AGAIN??” *he asks as he takes the dildo from her* 

Do Laura and Erica meddle? (I bet they meddle.) How do they do it? OH OH OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY, BUT LIKE. MAYBE DEREK REALLY LOVES TO SWIM? AND ONE NIGHT (BECAUSE HE ALWAYS USES THE POOL WHEN NO ONE IS AROUND, BECAUSE HE LIKES THE PEACE OF THE WATER) STILES SHOWS UP- IN NOTHING HIT HIS SWIMMING SHORTS I MIGHT ADD- CALLING OUT FOR ERICA. (WHO IS SO OBVIOUSLY NOT THERE BUT STILES THINKS HE WAS MEETING HER FOR A LITTLE LATE NIGHT LET’S BREAK THE SCHOOL RULES THING.) 

And Derek actually getting really embarrassed and hiding in the water, watching as Sties paces up and down the pool side and, fuck, who knew Stiles was actually really really toned? (This is not helping Derek get over him at all) 

Right, and because I suck because I am in the middle of avoiding uni work and should get back to it, I don’t know how it happens, you decide, BUT STILES ENDS UP IN THE POOL WITH DEREK AND MAYBE KISSING GOES ON, YEAH??? 

GIVE ME ALL THE POOL KISSES. GIVE ME DEREK KIND OF SHAKING AS STILES THROWS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS NECK AND STILES GRINNING WHEN DEREK SPLASHES HIM. 

GIVE ME DEREK PRESSING STILES AGAINST THE POOL WALL AND KISSING HIM LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT, EVEN THOUGH HE IS TERRIFIED THIS MIGHT BE THE ONLY TIME HE EVER GETS TO DO THIS WITH STILES. 

GIVE ME STILES SHYLY CONFESSING HE HAS NEVER KISSED ANYONE BEFORE. (Okay, except that one time with Erica but it was for science and they both couldn’t stop giggling afterwards so he doesn’t know if it counts or not.)

AND OF COURSE THERE WILL BE AWKWARD BONERS IN SWIM SHORTS. 

AND THEN MAYBE MILKSHAKES AFTER WHICH WERE SOMEHOW SITTING CONVENIENTLY ON THE TOP OF STILES’ JEEP WHEN THEY BOTH EMERGE FROM SWIMMING A FEW HOURS LATER, HOLDING HANDS??

for @thegirlwholovedeverything

stoyd AU with baker!boyd and artist!stiles

Vernon Boyd does not like manning the cash register for The Bread Box, the most popular bakery in Beacon Hills. He hired Erica for a reason – she’s good at this sort of stuff, handling customers. If he gets one more person in here asking if they can have a Black Friday discount, despite the fact that it’s already December 2nd and this is a bakery, he’s going to close early. There’s a reason he prefers hiding back in the kitchen.

But fuck, he should be able to make it two hours without Erica.

“Order?” he grunts, after the guy at the counter spends a solid five minutes just standing there.

“Uh, yeah, order,” the guy sputters, cheeks heating as he adjusts his bulky, thick-framed glasses. “I’ll have a raspberry cream scone and a small mocha, please. Oh! And a loaf of sourdough.”

“Do you want your coffee for here?” Boyd asks, punching the order into the register. The customer pauses for a moment.

“Yeah,” he finally says. “For here.”

Boyd mostly forgets about the customer as he gets swamped by the Saturday morning crowd. Thankfully, though, Erica swoops in precisely at ten, smiling sharply at the most recent difficult customer and shooing Boyd back to the kitchen. He lets out a small sigh of relief and starts working on more cinnamon rolls – those are going quickly today.

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TEEN WOLF SEASON 4

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT: DEREK HALE WAS NOT TORTURED BETWEEN 3B AND 4. HE WAS KEPT IN A ROOM WHERE THEY “TORTURED” HIM BY RELEASING 15 “FERAL” CATS ON HIM. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THE HUNTERS, DEREK HALE LOVES CATS AND HAS MADE FRIENDS WITH EACH AND EVERY ONE. 

AN OVERSIZED FLUFFY CAT NAMED MR. MITTENS RIDES ON HIS SHOULDERS. 

DEREK BELIEVES THAT SOFT BABYTALK ALLOWS THE CATS TO CONNECT WITH HIM MORE, SO HE MURMURS HIGH PITCH HOW PRETTY AND SPECIAL AND FLUFFY THEY ARE.

DEREK HALE IS COVERED IN SO MUCH CAT FUR THAT HE LOOKS LIKE A WERECAT HIMSELF. 

DEREK REFUSES TO LEAVE MEXICO WITHOUT ALL 15 OF HIS CATS. 

You Spin Me Right Round

Pack game nights were a relatively new tradition, but over the handful of months they’d been doing them they quickly became a favorite bi-weekly event. A nice counterpoint to movie nights which happened in the weeks between.

It was Stiles’ turn to pick what they played, and since it was Hanukkah time, he decided to share his favorite childhood holiday game with his friends. It was a quiet way to share a little of his mother, too; a way to hold her memory closer to himself for a short time. An activity where all the things that spinning tops and shiny chocolate coins brought to mind were happy thoughts with no tarnish of loss on them.

Still, he’s anxious when he arrives, nervous about revealing too much, about keeping his feelings in check. When he enters Derek’s loft, the dreidels and gelt and some doughnuts from his favorite bakery in a bag and a smile plastered to his face, most of the pack is there already. Allison, Scott, Erica, and Boyd are sitting around the coffee table talking animatedly about something or other. They all turn to greet him with happy shouts, and in Boyd’s case, a genuine smile and a “Hey, man” paired with a nod.

Erica hops up to hug him, unfolding herself with grace that Stiles envies. “Hey, Batman. What’re we playing?” She somehow manages to make it sound suggestive, but Stiles knows it’s on purpose to get a reaction, so he tries to ignore the teasing and deny her a blush.

When Derek comes in from the kitchen, Erica is still partially wrapped around him, and Stiles does feel his face heat then. Derek’s face does something complicated but the expression quickly morphs into feigned annoyance. “Erica, leave Stiles alone, he hasn’t even gotten his coat off yet.”

Derek makes his way over as Erica fakes a pout and kisses Stiles’ cheek with an exaggerated smack. “Aw, Der, Stiles knows I love him. Besides, we all know he only has eyes fo-”

Stiles interrupts with a choked noise and a too loud “All in good fun, Der! I’m uh. We’re good, right Catwoman? Right.” Erica grins at him, all teeth and red lips, a mischievous glint in her eye, but she also squeezes his arm encouragingly as she moves away to plop back down between Ally and Boyd. Stiles takes the opportunity to take a deep breath.

Which proves to be useless because before he can enjoy being able to breathe properly after Erica’s near airing of his proverbial dirty (and domestic) thought laundry, Derek is standing right in front of him. Close enough that Stiles is convinced he can feel the warmth radiating from him. “Let me take your bag,” Derek says gently, and it makes Stiles feel dizzy. He wants to lean forward and bridge the few inches between them and feel Derek’s chest expand and contract with his breathing. When Derek’s hand brushes his own as he takes the tote, Stiles has to bite his tongue to avoid making an embarrassing sound. Derek looks at him like he heard it anyway, a strange mix of confusion and wistfullness on his face.

Stiles breathes out a “Thanks,” and steps back just enough to remove his jacket, looking away from Derek to try to get rid of the feeling that the room is spinning around them.

***

After a few minutes of conversation, most of the doughnuts being eaten, and the arrival of Lydia, Isaac, and Danny, Stiles is feeling more settled, though he keeps catching Derek’s eye and the dizzy rush of maybe overtakes him all over.

He’s pulled out of contemplating the thoughtful look on Derek’s face when Lydia asks “So, what are we playing tonight? It’s your turn, right Stiles?”

“Yeah. Well. It’s Hanukkah, so I thought we’d play dreidel like I used to with my mom,” he feels like he’s thrown something heavy onto the middle of the table, and he’s holding his breath.

It’s Derek who responds first, “That sounds really great, Stiles,” and he sounds almost grateful. It makes Stiles look at him, and the spinning-the everything, really-seems to stop for a minute.

The rest of the group starts echoing Derek’s sentiment, and it brings Stiles back to the moment. He can’t help but smile as he sees the soft emotions and softer smiles of his friends, it fills him with a warmth that he remembers from lighting the menorah and celebrating with his parents; comfort, family, home.

He takes the dreidels from the bag and dumps the bags of gelt in the middle of the table unceremoniously.

“Chocolate!” Scott yells, reaching for a bag of foil wrapped coins. Erica slaps his hand and makes an annoyed face at him when he whines “He-ey.”

“They’re for the game, doofus,” she says, turning to smile at Stiles. He returns it and Scott grumbles unhappily.

Stiles explains the meaning of the letters, he tells how the Jewish people hid their studying from the Greeks by pretending to gamble and play dreidel if a soldier came near, as they play, he finds himself telling stories about his mom and Hanukkah’s past.
It’s easy, and the warmth he feels only grows as the evening goes on.

Allison is deadly accurate with her spins, Scott is comically bad for a supernatural being with enhanced coordination. Erica sneaks a piece of gelt every time she wins, Boyd quietly amasses an enormous pile of gelt. Lydia attempts to strategize, Isaac’s participation is more enthusiastic than usual, and Danny keeps an entertaining running commentary going.

And Derek. Derek spins expertly and he eats chocolate and he smiles more at Stiles than Stiles has ever seen. It feels like Stiles is the spinning thing, like he’s in a field, arms out and twirling as fast as he can.

At some point, after a snack run and several bathroom breaks, the seating arrangement changes and Derek is next to Stiles. They aren’t touching, but it’s a close thing.

After many rounds, they run out of gelt in the pot through a combination of werewolves with very little chocolate related self control, and actual game winning. They relax into each other and fall into easy conversation.

Stiles realizes that he and Derek have drifted together; their shoulders are pressed together, and Derek’s hand is resting easily over Stiles’ own, his thumb tucked up under Stiles’ palm. Stiles looks up at Derek, startled, to find Derek looking back at him with undisguised fondness, with want and contentment and understanding and a gentle curve at the corners of his mouth. And Stiles is breathless and dizzy all over again.

Before he can think, he’s giving into the desire to be closer, meeting Derek in the middle of the scarce space separating them and pressing his lips tentatively back against Derek’s. It’s brief and chaste and it’s still the best kiss of Stiles’ life.

They move apart, but not far, and Derek says “Happy Hanukkah,” quietly, it would be lost in the din of the conversations happening around them if their faces weren’t so close still. Close enough that Derek’s breath ghosts across Stiles’ lips, an echo of his kiss.

“Hey! There’s one more bag of gelt! We should play one more round!”

This time, Stiles and Derek move properly apart, though their legs still touch.

“We could just eat it,” Isaac suggests, but he’s out voted.

They settle back in, ready to play again, and everyone gets Nun or Shin for their first spins. When Derek picks up the dreidel, he lets his other hand find Stiles’ and spins it, looking immediately to Stiles who gets caught in his gaze. It seems to spin an inordinately long time, and when it lands with a loud clatter, Erica whoops and says excitedly “Look, Der, you got Gimmel! You win everything!”

When Derek and Stiles look back at the rest of the pack, they’re all watching them expectantly except Erica, who looks like she’s about to burst into celebratory song.

Derek raises their joined hands and kisses Stiles’ knuckles, glancing sideways at him. “Yeah, I did.”

Stiles is too busy basking in the warm glow of his pack’s support and Derek’s presence next to him to be bothered by the chorus of “Aww” and “Finally” and “Get it!” that rises up from the group of them.

Girl Talk

Wesley:

I mean, I am closest to Sam, she’s pretty cool, and Kylie and I study sometimes. Then there’s Kenny she’s an… interesting person to hang out with….so they’re okay? Oh wait except Erica, I’m pretty sure if I didn’t know Satan already had an offspring I would assume it was her.

Bailey:

Yeah yeah, Cartman sucks and you still like Sam I get you- But have you seen Kylie? I mean wow.

Title: A Touch of Color Pt. 7
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Trigger Warning: Cursing
Plot:  In a modern world like this, finding your soulmate was nearly impossible. There were only few people who had the potential to ever meet their soulmate - people who normally saw in black and white, but once they saw their soulmate, color would start to appear all around them. You were cursed as being one of those people. You had never met your soulmate until you see your best friend from high school through strange ties. And your soulmate? Your best friend’s fiance.

Previous Parts


You thought handling three girls was a hard time, but wrangling seven boys was more effort than you could have ever imagined. 

“Her name is Y/N, you buzzkill,” Stiles said, furrowing his eyebrows. 

Derek rolled his eyes. “It wouldn’t be wise for you to refer to me that way. I think you forgot the last time that happened.”

It was Stiles’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he muttered, “but Y/N is right. We should start getting our tuxedos tailored and then we can go out to eat and talk.”

At that command, everyone started on their own way. Several employees came over and helped each boy individually. 

Mentally and physically drained, you fell back onto the couch that was perfect for waiting in situations like these. 

Just as you closed your eyes to take a rest, you had to pry your eyes open when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to your side and saw Stiles. He smiled at you softly and leaned back against the couch. “Sorry about Derek,” he muttered. “He can be a hard ass sometimes, but he’s actually pretty cool once you get to know him.”

You waved your arm dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. If I got hurt by everything rude that was said about me, I probably wouldn’t be alive right now.”

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and turned more toward you, placing his arm on the couch behind you. “Who’s said mean stuff about you?” He sounded genuinely angry, but his face seemed like a mix of confusion and of course, anger.

You cleared your throat and looked around the room. “I mean, I don’t really remember who has said stuff about me, but I do remember that I didn’t go through my life unscathed,” you murmured.

To release his obvious frustration, Stiles released a deep breath through his nose. “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind coming out to eat with us after. You’re probably hungry,” he said. 

You shook your head. “No, I don’t mind. I’d actually love to. I’m getting quite hungry.”

Your conversation was cut short when Scott made his way over to you two. You didn’t miss the expression that was painted across Stiles’s face. Was he perhaps angry that you were friends with Scott? 

Either way, he had no right. He was getting married to your high school best friend and nonetheless, his best friend’s romantic interest, but here he was, getting angry at the close friendship you had with a guy who understood how you felt.


After Stiles blatantly expressed his disliking to your friendship with Scott, you decided to express your anger as well. 

During the dinner, you sat across from Stiles, but next to Scott. The whole time, Stiles was trying to get your attention and of course, you chose to ignore him. 

If he was going to be immature about something that was harmless, then, you had just as much of a right as him to act the same exact way. 

Several times, Stiles would kick you under the table or loudly exclaim your name. But of course, you would ignore him. It got to the point where he was basically leaning over the table and eating some of your food to try and get a rile out of you.

You were actually quite proud of yourself. Nearly anything you could count as annoying, he did, but you never let it get to you. 

Scott even tried to get you to talk to Stiles, but you refused. It was a shame that Scott was guiltily vouching for his best friend when his best friend was the one at fault. 

However, even though you weren’t bothered, it didn’t mean the rest of the table wasn’t. The moment you broke was when Derek stopped midway through a sentence he was saying to Isaac because Stiles had been saying your name over and over again for several minutes. 

Derek huffed, turned to you since he was on your other side and exclaimed, “For the love of God, answer him!” Everyone at your table and in the vicinity that could hear over the loud atmosphere of the place turned to you.

With a roll of your eyes, you turned your head to look at Stiles, stuck your chin up, and said, “Alright, fine.” You took one breath and continued by saying, “Fuck you.”

If someone wasn’t saying “oohhh,” they were being completely silent and watching the scene play out. At this point, nearly everyone in the restaurant was trying to peak at you since word spread fast. 

“What the hell did I do?” Stiles asked, raising his hands up in surrender and confusion. 

“You’re just being the worst person,” you said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I am so freaking glad you’re marrying Kira because I cannot deal with this shit.” After that, you stood up, slammed some money on the table, and left. 


You hadn’t talked to Stiles since then. To be quite honest, you didn’t care. You had gone many many years without him. What was another few months until the wedding when all you had to do was see him and congratulate him on his marriage? 

The only horrible thing that came with that was having to avoid Scott, since all he ever talked about was how sorry Stiles was and how you should forgive him. 

The reason why lack of communication with Scott hurt more than lack of communication with Stiles was that you barely ever saw Stiles in the first place, but you always saw Scott and you always confided in him. He had become your best friend in the last few months that you couldn’t imagine life without him. 

Every time you passed by Scott, your heart would hurt, but only because the worst thing, even before a relationship break up, was a best friend break up. You two would look at each other like kicked puppies and would never speak a word to each other.

To make matters worse, the wedding was a few days away and you were supposed to act as if everything was fine for the sake of Kira. Doing it in the time span between the fight with Stiles up until now was painful. You were so close to breaking several times, so you weren’t sure if that facade you perfected would last the next few days. 

But you managed. It was the day before the wedding and that meant the bachelorette party was tonight. 

Your day of work, which was filled with an unusual amount of encounters with Scott, ended and you headed straight home. 

You changed into a nice dark green cocktail dress and put on some make up before heading over to Kira and Stiles’s house, where the night would start, but definitely not where the night would end. 

When you got up to the door, you didn’t even have to knock. Lydia pulled open the door and gave you the biggest hug, all while holding a martini glass obviously filled with alcohol.

“Oh my gosh, guys! Y/N is here!” she chirped, turning her head to look behind her at the group of girls already there. 

“Y/N!” Kira said, happily, making her way toward you. She pulled you into a hug so big that you had to pry her off of you. 

“Hey, guys,” you said softly, while making your way inside. 

However, as soon as you stepped inside, Malia pushed you out the door.

“You were the last person we were waiting for. We’ve got to go,” Malia said, urgently. She stuffed you into your car, gave you the address, and placed Lydia, Kira, and one other girl in your car. 

Malia ended up taking the people you didn’t know, except for Erica, who you were surprised to see, but still happy about seeing. Besides Erica, there were two other girls. 

You didn’t have time to prepare yourself because you had to drive three partially tipsy girls while following Malia’s car, even though she had given you the address. 

“So…” you said to the girl in the back with Lydia, looking at her through your rearview mirror quickly.

The girl smiled and said, “I’m Derek’s girlfriend, Alyssa.” (A/N: Listen, I gotta get me some lovin sometimes XD If your name is also Alyssa, you can change it, you can keep it, whatever you want, ahaha.)

You nodded slowly and returned your eyes back to the road. You were glad that the place was close because Kira was starting to play with the knobs of your radio while Lydia was nonchalantly kicking the back of your seat. 

When you got into the parking lot, you ushered the girls out of your car and led them inside the club. It didn’t take you long to find the other girls because Malia was dragging one of the girls toward a booth that was closed off from the rest of the club. 

Relieved, you and Malia sat at the ends of the booth to contain the giggling pack of tipsy girls.

Malia turned her eyes to you and gave you a crooked smile. “I’m sorry I pushed this onto you. Had it been someone else who came last, I would have shoved them into her car, but you were the last one.”

You shook your head and smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I’d rather be the designated driver than the one that is responsible for a drunken car crash.”

Malia smiled gratefully at you and then pointed at the girls that had been in her car. “I’m sure you know Alyssa, but the three who were in my car is Liam’s girlfriend Hayden, Derek’s sister Cora, and Kira’s elementary friend Erica.” She pointed to the girl she had been carrying, then, to a girl who was smiling brightly at nothing for no reason, and then to the girl who you had known in middle school. 

“Y/N!” Erica beamed at you, pushing her curly blonde locks out of her face. “I’ve missed you!” She clambered over Lydia and Alyssa to hug you. 

You hugged her back awkwardly, but smiled nonetheless. “I’ve missed you too,” you told her. “It’s been a long time.”

“A very long time!” 

Malia then cleared her throat, turning the attention back on her. “So, we should be aware at this point that the woman of the next few days is Kira. As the maid of honor, I encourage that you all drink as much as you’d like since it’s on me.”

You all cheered and looked happily at Kira, who was grinning from ear to ear. She, sitting next to Malia, wrapped her arms around Malia’s neck and placed her head on her shoulder. “Here’s to the best girls ever!”

You cheered again before you all went separate ways. 

Since you were driving people home, you were content with not drinking. You headed straight for the dance floor and made your way into the crowd. 

Besides Cora, you were the only single girl, so you busied yourself with grinding against random strangers. You were having the time of your life, so you closed your eyes, but then, when you opened your eyes, you were seeing color. 

Confused and angry, you looked around the club, but didn’t spot Stiles or anyone who was part of the bachelor party. That was until your eyes zeroed in on Derek dancing with Alyssa…or really Alyssa dancing around Derek, who was stiff as a board. Then, they moved a tiny bit over and you could see Scott, dancing awkwardly in a group of girls. 

You figured Stiles was somewhere really close to you, so you booked it out of the crowd as fast as you could and made your way to the bar. Since the club was a decent size - bigger than most, but not too big - you were able to see in black and white again. You were extremely relieved at that. 

But your relief was short lived when you saw Kira completely smashed. She was flagging down the bar tender every few minutes after finishing her drink. 

Seeing that there was nobody from your group around her, you figured they knew the boys were there and went off to find them. 

You made your way to Kira and tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped her head around quickly and grinned lazily at you. 

“Y/N…” she said, happily before patting the stool next to her. “Come, come. Take a seat…right here, right next to me…in this seat.”

There was no way you could leave her like this. You went over and sat down next to her, watching as she received a drink and then drank it down quickly. “Maybe you should slow down a bit on the drinks,” you told her, pushing her hand down gently when she tried to get the bar tender’s attention again. 

“Listen, Y/N…” Kira slurred, waving her arms around. “Do you…like okay…so what if you date a guy and you think he’s the one so, you know, he asks you to marry him and you say yes because you love him, but like what if…what if it’s the day before the wedding and you may not love him the way that you thought you did?” she rambled. 

You looked at her with wide eyes, but let her continue talking. 

“I just…like I don’t know what to do! He’s…he’s so great, but ugh. This is so hard,” she continued. 

Your attention in the conversation shifted when you could see the color of Kira’s red dress. Paranoid, you looked around, but you just didn’t have the heart to leave Kira in this condition, so you didn’t try to avoid Stiles this time.

When you looked toward the dance floor again, you saw Stiles on the outskirts of it. He was staring straight at you two. Hadn’t he heard of the superstition where he couldn’t see the bride 24 hours before the wedding? It meant bad luck for their marriage.

But Kira didn’t see him yet, but she did stop talking. You looked over and saw that she had ordered three more drinks and was in the process of downing one of them.

You sighed and squeezed the bridge of your nose with your fingers as Stiles approached you two. 

Then, you looked up and saw Malia leading Isaac by the hand toward the bar. She saw Kira, furrowed her eyebrows, and made her way over before Stiles could. 

“Please please please take care of her for a bit,” you whispered to Malia. “I need to take a walk.”

Malia nodded. “Of course. Isaac and I got this down.”

Without another word, you headed out through the back exit and relished in the feeling of the air against your skin and the dullness of the area around you.

Yet, your moment was ruined once again by seeing color. Your whole life, you had waited to see color, but now that you were seeing it, you were getting tired and angry by it. 

“Go away,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm from the cold breeze. 

“Just hear me out,” you heard. 

“Don’t wanna.”

You were stopped by said person placing something along your shoulders, making you warmer. You turned and saw Stiles looking at you with pleading brown eyes. 

“Please,” he whispered, desperately. You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest and your knee bent, waiting for him to speak. After one deep breath, he started, “Okay, we’ve been fighting a lot, but I seriously think that we shouldn’t. I’m sorry for being an asshole, okay? I just…seeing you with Scott makes me angry because…because the one chance I had at being with my soulmate and I screwed it up because I gave up…and Scott…and Scott and you just work well together and I’m jealous about that.”

You raised an eyebrow and gave him an angry expression. “You don’t think that’s how we feel? Are you even Scott’s best friend? Do you even know how the fuck he feels about this wedding? Did you even bother asking him? Yes, Scott and I are close, but you have no right to be angry or jealous. What the hell are we supposed to do? My soulmate is getting married and he was the only one who could help me through it.”

“Okay, wait a second,” Stiles said, “What do you even mean about Scott? Of course I know how he feels. He told me himself! Also, you can’t go around being all high and mighty because you were giving up too by going on a date with Scott! Don’t you forget that, you hypocrite!” 

“Excuse me? I went on a date with him. I’m not marrying him, you asshole!” you screamed, your voice piercing through the bass filled, yet quiet outside atmosphere. “For the record, Scott’s not fucking okay with this! He’s in love with your fiance the same way I’m in love with my high school best friend’s fiance!” 

Stiles was struck speechless, so you took that as a sign to continue speaking. 

“So yeah, maybe Scott didn’t tell you that because you looked happy, but he’s suffering just as much as the rest of us. Maybe next time, instead of being so damn selfish, you get your head out of your ass and think about what you do before you do it!” 

At this point, you two were looking at each other, your breaths fast and heavy from your screaming match. 

“Oh my God.”

Your heads snapped over to see Derek with his arm around Alyssa’s shoulders, but his eyes wide with surprise. Alyssa had her arm around Derek’s waist, but instead of just wide eyes, she had her mouth agape and her other hand on her mouth in shock. Just like you, she had a leather jacket you were sure was Derek’s on her shoulders. 

“You know what?” you said, causing everyone to look at you. “Fine, I forgive you, but only because of Kira. Just remember that.” You pushed past him and went inside the club. 

Just before you headed inside, you heard Stiles sigh and Alyssa say, “Wow, you really fucked up.” 

“I usually don’t condone Alyssa’s behavior, but she’s right,” you heard Derek reply. 

At least now he knew. 


So this is the second to last part :( I’d hate to see this go, but I definitely want to work on other multi shot fics! After this, I’m thinking of making a multi shot fic on the 5sos account I share with my bloggie baes on @suckingoff5sos. I know this story went everywhere, but that’s because it’s my first ever multi shot. Also, don’t ever be afraid of requesting to me. I’m always glad to hear from you! 

Hugs and kisses, 

Alyssa <3