he loves jeeps

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Sooo a little while ago I found this magical thing called Carverse and with its lovely creators I was thrown into a world of humanized cars from the Teen Wolf universe. I thought I’d post this for torakodragon’s birthday (sorry I’m a little late!^^;)

Anyway, enjoy the dorkiness that is docjohnlock as Cam (Derek’s Camero for those that don’t already know) And myself as Jay (Stiles’ Jeep) 
We promise to do a real shoot soon and make this a billion times better^^

(Big thanks to Saya whose tumblr I don’t know for doing this improv shoot at a con~) 
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EDIT: I have discovered Saya’s tumblr is moosestielsaya! Give her some love for being dragged out to do these photos without calling us crazy for cosplaying cars^^ (at least to our faces XD) 

Skilled (Part 2)- Pack & Stiles Stilinski

A/N: A part 2 has been requested for ages so here you guys go! Enjoy and remember to request!

You and the pack had gotten closer since you’d been helping them and Deaton and you had to admit, it wasn’t bad at all. You still kept to yourself at school most of the time but more often than not you’d end up seeing them after school anyway.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard a voice from behind you call out as you headed for the crowed school exit, you turned around to see Stiles waving you over

“Stiles?” You asked assuming that there was some sort of emergency that they needed your help for

“Deaton wants to speak to us all” He explained and the two of you walked out of the building side by side

“Need a lift?” Stiles asked as he opened the door to his jeep

“Sure” You shrugged and climbed in

You knew how much he loved his Jeep and you felt honoured to be given a lift in it, not that you’d tell Stiles that. You pulled up the animal clinic and the jeep stopped with a jolt, sending you bolting forward thankfully being stopped by your seatbelt

“Sorry” Stiles murmured sheepishly “It’s a little dodgy at times” He told you taking the keys out of the ignition

“Don’t worry about it” You reassured him undoing your belt and clambering out and heading inside

As you entered you immediately drifted over to Kira as you and her had probably spent the most time together, training and teaching each other moves. She offered you a small smile that you shot back before turning your attention to Deaton and what he was about to say.

“There is no way any of this plan will work” Stiles grumbled as we left for the night

“It could” You shrugged

“It’ll go horribly wrong, trust me I have an eye for these things”

“If everyone plays there part” You said looking him in the eye “It’ll work”

“Well not all of us are some sort of samurai warriors” He said nodding to the katana in your hand “Some of us have a very minor part to play” He huffed, almost disappointed

“I’ll teach you if you like” You offered

“Don’t let him anywhere near your katana” Scott laughed as he climbed onto his bike in the parking lot

“Yeah that’s probably for the best” Stiles smiled goofily before climbing into the driver’s seat

“So how come you know how to fight anyway?” He asked as he pulled away from the animal clinic

“I just do” You mumbled

“Well I mean Kira’s mom taught her, what with being an ancient fox spirit and all that” He laughed and you cracked a small smile too “So who taught you?”

“Does it really matter?” You asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. His eyes flickered to you momentarily but immediately he glanced back to the road

“I’m curious” He shrugged

“You’re nosy” You smirked

“Maybe I just find you interesting” He stated, keeping his eyes locked on the road whilst a smirk crept onto your face

“You’re still being nosy” You smiled and he laughed lightly

“You should join us” He said quietly

“What d’you mean?” You asked

“Join the pack” He clarified “You’re good with a katana and you understand the supernatural, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t”

“I’ve never really been part of any group before” You mumbled shyly as the jeep pulled to a stop outside your house

“Well then make this your first” He smiled at you as you unbuckled your seatbelt

“I’ll think about it” You smirked and climbed out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you.

Originally posted by dylan-obrien-took-over-my-life

Imagine fixing Stiles’ Jeep for him.

——— Request for anon ———

The Sheriff was your backup. He was currently keeping his son anywhere but the garage right now. The two of you had decided to surprise Stiles. Everyone knew how much he loved that Jeep, but it was nearly on its last leg.

You wipe your oily hands on a rag, looking down at the pile of duct tape you’d stripped from the insides of Stiles’ truck. When you turn the key to the ignition it starts up with no problem.

“Good as new.”

Soft/Sweet, Warm/Cozy

Or the 5 times Stiles hid his face in Derek’s chest and 1 time it was already there.

This is for Vanessa @sterektrashbag because I heard it was her birthday and also because she has a kink for Stiles pushing his face into Derek’s chest and I have a kink for 5+1 fics and when she read my tags on this post, well, I couldn’t help myself.

Happy Birthday, Vanessa! I hope this made it better!!!! (sorry I’m so late I’m kind of the worst ugh)

5.

Stiles loves his Jeep just about as much as he loves Scott. Actually, he loves the Jeep just a little bit more because it won’t knowingly abandon him.

That was a little shady but Stiles was a little pissed so it was fine.

But nothing would have prepared him for his baby to betray him. Not like this.

It was approximately ten degrees warmer than a Yeti’s asshole and Stiles was sitting in his Jeep freezing his fucking ass off at a stoplight. The heater was on full blast and Stiles knew it wasn’t doing much because the car was still practically a meat locker and until the car warmed up, the heater wouldn’t either. But he was desperate okay, this was California, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Yanking his hands inside his useless jacket sleeves, he put his numb hands back on the steering wheel. When the light changed and Stiles went to accelerate, he heard it. The unmistakable sound of something in his car saying “nope.”

The icy breeze blowing frantically out of his vents stopped short.

“Fuck. No, no.” Stiles hissed, teeth clacking together due to his shivering. “Come on, sweetie, don’t do this to me.” He begged, furiously turning the heat on and off, changing the temperature and vent settings, attempting to get anything to come out. “Shit.” Stiles whined, stopping at a sign and smashing his head against the wheel.

Stiles couldn’t believe it. His girl, his one and only, decided that today was a good day to crap out the heater. And Stiles doesn’t have as much self-preservation as he likes to think, so he didn’t bring gloves or a scarf like fucking Isaac wears or a hat or really a coat that does much more than cover his clothes and right as the damn car was starting to get warm, nothing.

It just stopped. Nothing blowing, no matter how much Stiles messed with the controls the heating was kaput. As much as he begged and pleaded with his girl not to do this to him it seemed he must have slammed his door a little too hard after Scott and him had their most recent pissing contest and she was mad enough to let him freeze his skinny ass solid to his seat. Dammit.

So now, his fingers are frozen solid to the steering wheel, his legs are going to break off from frostbite and he’ll be an invalid having to wait for someone to hear his screams of wintery pain and come to save his sorry ass. He wasn’t overreacting or something, okay. He could die.

His teeth were going to rattle out of his head if he didn’t get to Derek’s weird loft building soon. He’d be an invalid and need dentures.

And yes, it was icy and sure he shouldn’t have been speeding a good 15 mph over the limit but fuck if he wasn’t going to get somewhere heated, ASAP.

The rest of the drive was spent with Stiles convincing himself the causing his own car accident and later death was not the answer and that Derek’s place was not as far away as he thought. It didn’t help much but he tried.

When Stiles made it to the loft, he threw the car in park–not gently he was mad at her–and sprinted inside. Once he threw the door open and slammed it shut again, Stiles had to take a second to lean back against the wall and praise Jesus because, wow. He had still all his limbs and they were working for the most part. Amazing. Praise be to God.

Stiles got into the elevator and sat down, reveling in the heat blowing through the vent right into his shirt. It felt so good on his skin, he had to keep himself from moaning. Werewolves and their hearing, you know? They already think he’s a virginal, yet sexual deviant. Best not to give them any ideas.

The door opened and Stiles slowly stood back up, not wanting to leave the heat for a second. He bounced over to the loft’s sliding door and shoved it open, not bothering to close it. Stiles threw himself onto Derek’s bed, kicking off only his shoes and hiding himself under the comforter.

It was so soft and so cozy and Stiles just couldn’t help it okay, he moaned a little.

(And if part of that was because the entire bed reeked of Derek, who Stiles can say from firsthand experience smells really fucking good, well that’s no one’s business but his.)

“Were you born in a barn. Shut the damn door.” Derek growled from somewhere in front of the bed. “It’s fucking freezing, I’m trying to keep it warm in here.”   

Stiles peeked his eyes out seeing Derek standing at the foot of the bed with his thick arms crossed over that glorious chest. Stiles had to hold back a squeal of utter adorableness because Derek was wearing a fucking sweater.

One of those thick, chunky knit, green-grey ones that made his eyes sparkle. And his hair was a little messy and his beard was scruffy and he looked so damn soft and warm, Stiles couldn’t help it.  

He tossed off his jacket and scrambled out of the bed. “Sorry, I’ll go do that.” His speech was a little slurred because he was trying to distract himself from admiring the serious cleavage that Derek created when he crossed his arms and just, wow. “My baby had a massive bitch fit while I was in the car and the heating went out and I didn’t really wear anything to protect me from the kind of cold that can only be found in Cold Miser’s jockstrap and so on the way here, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it out alive so you and I both should be thanking our lucky stars that I’m even here right now, I could be dead.”

Stiles was now standing in front of cuddle-me Derek and squeezing his hands into fists to keep from touching him.

Doing the sigh/growl thing only werewolves could master, Derek scrubbed his big hands over his face and down that deliciously scruffy beard. His arms dropped to his sides. “There’s coffee in the kitchen if you–”

He stopped dead when Stiles fell forward and buried his still-icy nose in between The Pecs. “Warm,” Stiles mumbled, voice muffled by the softest sweater known to man. And because Stiles was born with a broken brain, he slid his hands up Derek’s sweater.

First, touching those abs was a religious experience, okay. Praise be to God is right. Damn. And Stiles expected Derek to shove him away, maybe smack him upside the head and go pout in a corner somewhere, but he…didn’t. It was awesome.

“Your hands are freezing,” Derek mentioned, setting one hand on the back of Stiles’ head.

“No shit, that’s why they’re up your shirt.” He pushed his face further against all those fantastic tits. “And can I just compliment you, your tits are perfect for faces.”

“What a flattering thing to say.” Derek deadpanned.

Stiles sighed, ignoring the jab and slid his entire arms up Derek’s sweater and around his waist to lean against him. “Not my fault the cold froze a part of my brain and that you were sculpted by the gods.” Derek’s arms moved to wrap around his shoulders and waist, holding Stiles against him. Nuzzling his face against Derek, he closed his eyes. “You’re such a cuddle bug, this is so nice. Why don’t we do this all the time?”

A scruffy cheek rested against the top of his head. “If you want to, we can.”


4.

Isaac was a fucker. Stiles just wanted everyone to know.

A useless, stupid, asshat, meanie, fucker.

And he wouldn’t stop making fun of him.

“Stiles, please keep going.” Isaac goaded, smirking.

“Alright, I will. I mean, I know your education level is unbelievably low and you’re also pretty slow on the uptake, so I feel the need to take it upon myself to help you learn and succeed. Without me, you wouldn’t.” He smiled brightly. Take that, shitdick.

“Stiles.” Derek redirected. “Just tell us what it is and how we get rid of it. We know you’re smart, you don’t need to prove it.” His last bit was pointed at Isaac with an unimpressed look that implied, be good or time out. Stiles had to hold back a loud HAHA! And finger point.

Stiles sighed and nodded. “Okay, so it’s called an Enenra. It’s a dark sort of elemental. It’s not corporal and more like mist than anything. They’re made of smoke and shadow, drawn towards places where there was fire or fire-like damage. That’s probably why it’s been chillin’ around the Hale House.” He tried to ignore Derek’s flinch. “They’re Japanese in origin, so they don’t tend to have any reaction to incantations in Latin or Greek. We’ll need to ask Kira if she knows anything that could help.”

Derek nodded slowly. “That’s all good to know but how do we kill it? If it’s smoke like you said there’s no way to trap it. Not unless it’s susceptible to salt like some ghosts or ghouls are.”

Stiles had to keep himself from preening at the fact that Derek telling him that everything he had was good. He practically gave Stiles a cookie. “I think we could probably banish it if we have no other options. It’s an elemental. This thing is seriously powerful and from what I’ve seen, pissed off.”

Isaac leaned against the table, bored. “And if banishing doesn’t work?”

“Well,” Stiles shrugged, pushing his hoodie drawstring into his mouth and chewing on it. “I guess we’d have to find a way to make it solid and then figure out how to destroy it.” he sighed, continuing to suck and gnaw on the string. “What if we freeze it?”

Both Derek and Isaac simply looked at him, eyebrows raised.

“What?”

Isaac shook his head minutely, “that’s–”

“That might work.” Derek cut him off.

Stiles spit out his drawstring with a smile and stuck his tongue out at Isaac. Isaac sent him a sarcastic smile back and flashed his eyes. Stiles almost rolled his eyes but Derek smacked the back of Isaac’s head and he figured that was good enough.

Derek let out a heavy sigh and stood up. “I need coffee. Don’t kill each other. If you do, you’re cleaning it up.” Stiles and Isaac simply glared at each other as he left the room.

Remembering that Isaac wasn’t worth his time, Stiles got out his phone to send Snapchats to his dad. His dad didn’t really understand the purpose but Stiles knew it made him laugh. He held his phone up to take a picture of Isaac and just caption it, “douchebag in it’s natural habitat.” Tapping the screen to make it focus, Stiles spoke. “Hey, smile.” Isaac flipped him off. Perfect. “I sent that to my dad.”

Isaac scoffed, “you Snapchat your dad?”

Stiles simply locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. “I could say something really mean about actually having a dad but I won’t because I’m better than that.”

He didn’t even blink. It was creepy and Stiles hated him. “Right.” He muttered. Moving to sit on the table Isaac watched him. “So, is it like a thing you do where you ramble about shit that you know to people you like?”

Barely holding back a flinch, Stiles only mildly twitched. He hoped Isaac would chalk it up to the fact that he was a psycho. Isaac was convinced. “What are you talking about?”

Shrugging, Isaac pretended to be innocent. “I don’t know. I just noticed that whenever you have a crush on somebody you tend to try to prove you’re smart to them. Like you think that that’s going to make them want you or see that you’re not useless or something.”

Stiles knew that the other was onto him and his crush on Derek so he shrugged back. “I don’t know. So, is it like a thing you do where you only date your best friend’s girlfriend?” Bring it on, bitch.

Nodding and pursing his lips, Isaac tried to regain his footing. “You know Derek can hear everything we’re saying, right?”

“Yeah.” Stiles replied, unfazed. “He already knew you tended to go for other people’s girlfriends.”

“I saw the look on your face when Derek told you to keep talking about this thing. I know that you try to impress the people that you like with what you know. I mean, there’s not really a lot else to impress them with.” Isaac gave him a pitying look. Stiles felt his face heat up, knowing Isaac had put the pieces together. But Stiles couldn’t find it in him to deign the other with a response. Secret’s out. No point in wasting his breath.

Stiles could basically feel Derek standing behind him and hunched further into himself, mortally humiliated. Derek’s warm hand fell on his arm, more gentle than Stiles thought he could be. “Hey.” He said quietly, “You do impress me. Okay? There’s so much about you that makes you really interesting. And believe me, I’m interested.” Derek lifted his face to look at him. “Okay?”

Stiles smiled a bit, a nodded once, blushing again. This time though, out of happiness.

“Isaac?” Derek asked, making the boy stop from going up the spiral stairs. “Just because Allison yelled Scott’s name during sex instead of yours, doesn’t mean you need to take it out on somebody else.”

Stiles smashed his face into Derek’s chest to keep from howling with laughter. Sliding his arms around Derek’s back and giggling like an idiot would do for now.

3.

The pack doesn’t take long to figure out the two of them had been messing around for a while. Besides, once Stiles got laid, it was like he’d never spoken in his life. He couldn’t quit talking about it. He told any soul who’d listen about his and Derek’s relationship and how awesome Derek was and oh, did you know that Derek only eats Miracle Whip and not mayonnaise?

It was tiring.

But Stiles was so so so in love. One kiss from Derek and he was ass over teacups. And Derek honestly was a seriously good boyfriend. He let Stiles lay on his lap and steal food off his plate. The best part though, was that Derek loved seeing Stiles wear his clothes. So all of those comfy-ass, super warm, amazing boyfriend-smelling sweaters? Yeah, Stiles currently had hold of four. Score.

They were having a movie makeout night and since Stiles’ dad was working the late shift, sleepovers were happening.

Stiles provided the movies, Derek provided himself and food, and that was really all they needed. Because, come on, if your panty-melting boyfriend was coming over when your daddy was gone, naughty, sexy things were going to ensure. It was just how these things worked.

Stiles was just putting Coraline in the DVD player when Derek knocked on the door. Knocking back a swig of his Coke, Stiles called, “it’s open!”

His boyfriend came in wearing his green jacket and that one white t shirt that Stiles could see his nipples through and yes. Derek wasn’t looking at him even though his ass was stuck out just so he could see it and peering into the Target bag he brought with a frown instead. “I didn’t really know what you wanted and a lot of stuff was on sale so I sort of just grabbed some of everything–” he broke off on a grunt and dropped the bag when Stiles launched himself at him.

(Also note, it was sexy as hell when your boyfriend can carry you around with your legs wrapped around him. Two words people: Wall. Sex.)

“You’re the best thank you I love you.” Smushing kisses onto Derek’s face, Stiles clung to him. “We’re watching Coraline because it’s really quiet so I won’t get distracted by the sounds of it from us making out.” More kisses.

Derek just held him where he was. He was the best. “Okay.”

They didn’t last fifteen minutes into the movie.

Stiles was already in Derek’s lap, sucking on his tongue when Coraline got the doll that looked like her from Wyby. Pulling away from Derek’s mouth and sliding his hands down that frankly unbelievable chest, Stiles sighed when his boyfriend started kissing his neck. “Honestly, we need to make this a weekly thing.” He gritted his teeth when Derek bit down on his neck, knowing his dad was going to give him a look about the hickeys. “Couch makeouts are fantastic.” He yanked Derek’s mouth back to his. Pushing a hard, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, he rolled his hips against Derek’s lap. His boyfriend groaned, much to his delight, and slid the hand that was under his shirt right down the back of his pants, grabbing a handful of his ass. Stiles moaned quietly, breaking the kiss and pressing his panting mouth to Derek’s scratchy cheek. “Shit, your hands.”

Derek was back at his neck, pushing his face into the curve of his shoulder and breathing hot on his skin. Stiles gripped his shoulder and tugged at his hair, keeping his mouth where it was. His boyfriend’s face rubbed harshly against his throat, no doubt leaving an impressive stubble burn. Whining into the side of Derek’s face, Stiles almost squealed when two fingers slid between his ass cheeks. “Fuck,” he hissed, grinding his hips harder and loving when Derek’s grip on him tightened. He could feel Derek’s grin against his shoulder and laughed quietly, “bastard.”

“You love it.” Derek growled, pushing Stiles off of his lap and pressing his back into the couch cushions. Stiles bit his lip and leaned his head back against the armrest, spreading his thighs for Derek to fit his hips between. One of Derek’s forearms rested next to Stiles head, keeping their faces a few inches apart. His other hand slid down from Stiles’ hip, over his ass and under his thigh, pulling Stiles’ leg around his waist.

Stiles waited for more kissing to begin, but Derek simply looked at him, a fond expression on his face. Stiles smiled nervously. “What?”

His boyfriend shrugged. “Nothing.” He smiled softly. “You just look kinda cute from this angle, is all.”

That broke him.

Stiles felt his entire body flush red and covered his face with a squeal. “You asshole!” He whined, shoving his face into Derek’s chest, totally unable to look at him.

Chuckling Derek wrapped his arms around him, “what’s wrong?”

“That was adorable, that’s what’s wrong! You can’t spring cute, mushy stuff like that on me, if I had ovaries they’d explode!” For Christ’s sake, Derek was too damn sweet for his own good.

Stiles hated him.

“You’re the worst!” He groaned, not uncovering his still flaming face. “Dammit.”

Derek laughed at him and squeezed him tighter, smiling against Stiles’ hair. “I’m sorry. I am.” Stiles slightly let one eye see between his fingers. “I’m sorry. I won’t use fear tactics for gushy stuff anymore.”

A soft punch landed on Derek’s shoulder. “You better not, bitch tits.”

“I mean you’re cute all the time though, so I don’t really have to–”

This time Stiles actually screamed.

2.

Derek’s bed was nice. Like…really nice. He had super high thread count sheets and his pillows were the gel foam that stayed cool and his mattress was huge and soft and…really nice. And Stiles loved sleeping on it. It smelled nice too, but that was sort of beside the point.

Stiles was spread out on it, reading Macbeth for school and trying not to fall asleep. He hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep lately and he was hoping maybe sleeping somewhere else would solve that. It hadn’t yet, but if it meant snuggle time with Derek, he’d keep it up.

He let out a groan after he almost drifted off in the middle of Lady Macbeth’s crazy rant when Derek spoke.

“If you’re really that tired, just take a nap.” He sat on the edge of the bed next to Stiles. “I’ll wake you up in a bit and help you with that.” Derek pointed at the hardback book of the play.

Stiles’ eyebrows drew down. “You read Macbeth?”

Derek looked a little offended. “Yes.”

Gawping, Stiles scoffed. “BHHS made you read it when you went?” He knew his school was old and the curriculum was pretty shitty but for real? Shouldn’t they change that shit like every five years or something?

Rolling his eyes, Derek gave him Dumbass Look #1. “No. I read it because I wanted to.”

And honestly? What fresh hell was this? His boyfriend was some sort of freak who read Shakespeare for fun? “You’re some sort of freak who reads Shakespeare for fun?”

Yep, now he was offended. “Stiles, I wanted to be an English teacher. Of course I read Shakespeare for fun.”

This was just too weird. Derek couldn’t be a teacher. He’d be one of those sexy porn teachers who would spank a girl in a skirt that was too short and wearing a thong. He was already dating a high schooler! “Derek, if you were a teacher, people would put you on Rate My Professor and you’d override their system.” He said honestly. The blush on Derek’s cheeks and his ears was too cute for words. “And you’re weird. You read Shakespeare because you like it and you enjoy math.”

“Stiles,” Derek began seriously, “you like math.”

Stiles psshed at him a couple of times. “Well, yeah. I’m an overachiever and I’m smarter than Lydia. I like math because it’s /easy/. You like math because…I-I don’t know why you like it. You’re weird, with your beard and your eyebrows and your fuzzy hair. Ugh, disgusting.”

Derek watched him with a frown. “I really think you need that nap.”

“Derek!”

He only shook his head like a firm parent. “No, Stiles give me the book.” Stiles clutched it to him, he didn’t like it but that didn’t mean he wanted Derek to win. He whined when Derek held out a hand for it. “Stiles, give me the book.”

Growling, Stiles slapped it into Derek’s palm and crossed his arms like a petulant child. “I’m not a little kid.”

Derek tossed the book onto his table and crossed his arms as well. “No, you’re seventeen. You probably need a nap more than most three year olds. I know when you go to sleep.”

“Oh, yeah? When?”

“Never. Take off your jeans.”

Stiles gaped. “Why am I taking my jeans off if it doesn’t mean dick touching?”

His boyfriend looked to the ceiling, drawing a deep breath. He was probably asking God for the strength to not strangle Stiles. His dad did that a lot too. “Do you really want to sleep with your jeans on?”

Pouting, Stiles didn’t look at Derek. He sucked when he was right. “No.” He grumbled.

“Then take them off and get under the sheets. Just sleep for a little bit. I know you get antsy if you don’t sleep enough.” And that was what did it for Stiles. Derek knew when he needed sleep, when he needed his meds, when he needed anything. Because Derek cared. “Just try to nap a little, okay?” He pulled the sheet up over Stiles’ back and bent down to kiss his temple. “I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

A small affirmation escaped Stiles before he closed his eyes. He had forgotten how tired he was until he closed his eyes. He didn’t get to dwell on it long.

Stiles woke up screaming. He couldn’t stop seeing the blood. Allison getting run through with a sword. Hearing Derek screaming. Those Samurai like spirits shoving a katana through his chest.

Derek ran over to the bed, grabbing him under the arms and squeezing tight. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He tossed the sheets back, crawling into the bed quickly and tugging Stiles into his lap. Stiles sobbed and curled up into Derek’s chest, pushing his face against him to hear his heartbeat instead of his screams. He cried into Derek’s shirt, clinging to him and letting his boyfriend rock them back and forth.

“It’s okay,” Derek whispered into his hair, pressing a kiss there. “I got you, you’re safe.”

Stiles heaved breaths in and out letting the tears fall. He sniffled into Derek’s shirt unable to begin to describe the nightmares that had been haunting him for weeks.

Derek held him tightly, unwilling to let go. “Shh, it’s over. You just cry for a little bit, okay? We’ll stay like this as long as you need.” Gasping air into his lungs, Stiles only clutched Derek tighter. It made him feel better, being wrapped up like that. Derek was strong and warm and safe and Stiles knew he wasn’t leaving. The echoes of his screams still roared in his ears and the blood spattered behind his closed eyes. Hiding his face further into Derek’s chest and overwhelming his senses with DerekDerekDerek was all he could do. Like he said, they’d stay there as long as he needed.

Stiles fell back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.  

1.

Sheriff Stilinski was a nice man. He was also the kind of man that Stiles had to banish back to the couch four times when he told his dad his boyfriend was coming over.

His dad wasn’t an idiot, he knew something had been going on. Girlfriend, boyfriend, date friend, it didn’t really matter but Stiles could have sworn the man had a sixth sense for kissing or something because the night he and Derek kissed for the first time, the Sheriff was all over him.

“Stiles, I don’t have a sixth sense but you were smiling like an idiot and kept getting googly eyes. I know what that means to a teenage boy.”

It was a sixth sense.

The Sheriff sadly, already knew a lot of Derek’s background because, a) he’d been arrested and b) duh, his dad is a cop, even if Derek hadn’t been arrested, the Sheriff would find things out. But he never once told Stiles to ‘stay away from that boy’ or called him a backstreet boy or something degrading involving the word ‘boy’. And while Stiles was very aware that his older boyfriend had a serious case of Token Bad Boy going on, it was only because it worked for him and Derek had no sense of fashion.

But when Stiles had finally come clean about the whole, “lol remember when I said I was gay and you didn’t believe me? Haha yeah we were both half right” thing it gone a lot more smoothly than Stiles had thought it would. His dad basically just did the whole, sigh and nod thing he does a lot and gave him a hug before reminding him that condoms were still important. Stiles only slipped up when he laughed and said they already had that covered. That part was rough.

Now, Stiles and his dad had just gotten back from Arby’s and Stiles would be kicking himself for years for bribing his father with curly fries and a large chocolate shake. As soon as they got in the door, Stiles pushed his dad towards the stairs, giving directions as they went. “Okay, dad before Derek comes over you need to do some stuff for me.”

His dad turned around and gave him the Dad Brows. (Stiles still wanted to learn how to do it to see if it’d work on Scott.) “And what would that be?”

See, Stiles had made a list but his dad wasn’t going to like it. “Well–”

“Stiles, I’m going to treat him like I’d treat anyone you’re in a relationship with.” Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m going to ask him questions that I deem necessary and threaten him until I think he’s dedicated enough not to run away.”

Immediately, Stiles tried to keep himself from passing out. “No, no, dad, those are like the number one things that you cannot do to him.” Stiles flailed trying to get his bearings. This was going to be a disaster. Waffling momentarily, Stiles shook himself. “Look, just go upstairs, put on some regular dad clothes,” Stiles covered his eyes and pleaded, “for the love of God, don’t do the thing where you hide your gun around the back of your belt and then wait for the right moment to strike and bam! You move it out and rest your hand on it, don’t do that. And dad, daddy, I’m begging here, /be nice to him/.”

His dad gave him an unimpressed look and waved a hand. “Stiles, calm down. I’m not gonna shoot your boyfriend.”

Grabbing his dad’s arm and tugging him back, Stiles got serious. “Dad, for real. I really like him. And he’s kind of terrified of you so please don’t do the Sheriff thing. Do the dad thing.”

His dad pulled him in for a hug and squeezed. “I’ll be nice. Promise.” Stiles mumbled a thank you and let his dad go up the stairs to change out of his uniform.

Stiles was anxiously bouncing himself on the couch, his dad coming back down shortly to sink into the opposite side of the couch, trying to get away from Stiles fidgeting. They didn’t say much as they waited for Derek to arrive, Stiles trying not to call the whole thing off and his dad trying to keep his cool.

Each time a car passed by, they would both straighten up and look out the window behind them to see if it was Derek’s new Toyota pulling in. After the third time of them both almost getting up and going for the door, Stiles stood.

He pointed an accusatory finger at his dad. “Stay there.” He threatened, going over to the front door and checking his phone. Derek left twenty minutes ago. Stiles thought about texting him to see if he was okay he heard a car slow down and pull up into their driveway. Peering through the window next to their door, Stiles saw Derek simply sitting in his car. He shot him a quick text about how it would be okay and waited for his boyfriend to get out of his car.

Derek slowly came up onto the porch, something on his face akin to worry. Stiles moved closer to the door and hissed over his shoulder to his dad. “He’s here.” Pulling open the door after Derek rang the bell, Stiles smiled at him. “Hey, come in.” He stopped Derek with a quick kiss, seeing his face flush as they stepped away.

Stiles’ dad stepped up to Derek, holding his hand out to shake. “Derek,” the other man took his hand firmly, “Good to see you again, son.”

Derek looked like he was in pain. “You too, sir.”

The two stepped away from each other and Stiles slipped an arm around Derek’s waist, attempting to get him to calm down. The three of them watched each other silently, Stiles looking back and forth between his boyfriend and his father. He awkwardly cleared his throat, “Why don’t we sit down?”

They went into the kitchen and sat at the table. Still, no one spoke.

Another minute of silence before Stiles’ dad broke it. “So, Derek,” Derek looked to him with wide eyes. “Stiles told me you live somewhere new.”

Derek nodded stiffly and seemed to stumble over his response. “Um, yeah. I bought an older warehouse building and had it renovated to make each floor have a few loft spaces. I live on the top floor.”

The Sheriff hummed. “Good. What else have you been doing? Not getting yourself arrested, I’m glad to see.” His dad smiled nicely, and Stiles mentally thanks his dad for it.

His boyfriend looked almost surprised at the smile and attempt to tease him. Stiles assumed it must be refreshing to have someone treat him like an adult and not a 16 year old boy who lost his family. “I’m doing some classes online, I want to try and do something with myself but I’m not doing very well.”

“What do you want to do?” The Sheriff sounded genuinely interested.

“Maybe writing or some kind of editing. Without a degree though, I won’t get far.”

“I think you’d do well with that. You were always a creative kid from what I remember. Stiles told me that you like art.” Stiles’ dad looked over to him and Stiles understood the look to mean that it was off to a good start. He pressed his smile into Derek’s shoulder and let them continue. As strong as his reflex to speak for Derek was, he wanted his dad to like Derek based on what he said and not what Stiles did.

Their conversation went smoothly, Derek and his dad sharing small talk and getting more about his boyfriend into the open. Stiles was proud of him. Proud of both of them. Soon though, as they were getting more and more personal, his dad finally asked him to leave the room. “Stiles, can I talk to Derek alone?” He then turned to Derek, “Is that alright with you, son?”

Derek nodded and Stiles stood up, planning to go no further than the living room. “Just yell when you’re good. And remember, I’m always listening.” He directed that to his dad but left the room with a smile, squeezing Derek’s shoulder gently as he went. He sank into the couch and wondering what kind of things his dad was asking his boyfriend while he was gone. Stiles trusted his dad, so he trusted him enough not to embarrass anyone or scare Derek off completely. He mostly could hear the sound of his dad’s voice, unable to make out the words but it seemed like he was speaking more than Derek. Here’s to praying that it wasn’t a dad lecture. Those were the worst. He knew from experience.

It sounded like for every one or two paragraphs his dad spoke, the other was responding with a sentence or two. None of it seemed strained or tense, though, and that brought some relief. When Stiles was called back in, he didn’t find blood. Instead, his dad smiling a bit and Derek blushing but more relaxed than when they began.

His dad smacked his palm once on the table, “son, would you like to stay for dinner? I’ve got the night off and Stiles can make vegetarian lasagne.” He offered to Derek.

“If that’s alright with you, sir.”

Stiles’ dad told him to get started on the lasagne and as he set down the noodles and pesto, Stiles could see his dad grip Derek’s shoulder and say something to him that brought a small smile to his boyfriend’s face.

After dinner and Stiles filling the silence, he led the other two to the door.

“It was good to catch up with you, son. I know you’ll take care of my son. And you remember what I said, okay?” His dad pointed to reinforce that Derek needed to keep it in mind.

Nodding, his boyfriend responded. “I will, sir.” He held his hand out for a shake and Stiles and he were both surprised when Stiles’ dad pulled him in for a short hug.

“Take care of yourself.” His dad turned to leave them. “Stiles, I’m having a beer and you can’t stop me.” Before going back into the kitchen, he stopped once more. “And Stiles? You be good to that boy, you two are good for each other. You snagged a good one, kiddo.” The Sheriff left them with a final smile and nod to Derek.

Stiles couldn’t help it. He dove face-first into Derek’s henley-clad chest. “He likes you!” He squeaked, arms squeezing tight around the other’s waist. “What’d he say to you while I was gone? He was nice, right?”

Derek hugged him back and Stiles could tell he was smiling. It was a good feeling. “He…told me he was proud of me. And that he looked at your mom the same way I looked at you. He said he was glad you found someone your mom would love as much as you did.”

His smile was so big, Stiles thought he was going to break his face. His dad loved his boyfriend and he loved his boyfriend and his mom would’ve too. Stiles pushed his face harder against Derek’s shirt. “I’m so happy.” He whispered.

“Me too.”   

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Derek woke up before Stiles did.

Stiles had spent the night and Derek figured he’d let him sleep as long as he wanted. His sleeping patterns were shit recently, and Derek thanked God that he hadn’t had any nightmares the night before.

Laying on his side, Derek watched as Stiles mashed his face further into the pillow, mouth open. He stroked a hand down the other’s back when he made a small distressed noise, hoping to soothe him. They had been together for about four months and sleeping together for a few weeks. (It took Derek a while to convince himself he could be in a healthy and loving and reciprocating relationship with a teenager, but he came around.)

Stiles was happy and things had gotten difficult but they were in it together. That was what made it good.

Stiles pushed himself back against Derek’s chest, sighing. Derek knew he was awake now, but slid his arms around him and held him anyway.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He said against Stiles’ shoulder.

His boyfriend groaned, stretching his arms in front of him, “you didn’t, don’t worry ‘bout it.” His hand slid down the arm around his waist and interlocked their fingers.

Derek liked these moments the best. When the two of them just existed together, wrapped up in each other and making the most of the other’s presence. Stiles said he loved cuddling with Derek because he was so warm and his arms were ‘super-nice and muscle-y’. But he loved holding Stiles like this because it meant that he trusted his boyfriend enough to sleep with him and watch his back at night and in the morning and because Stiles gladly reciprocated.

His boyfriend rolled over to face him with a sleepy whine. He tossed both of his legs over Derek’s hip, rubbing his hands over Derek’s beard. “Good morning, handsome,” he smiled tiredly but with bright eyes.

“Hi.” An arm found its way back around Stiles’ waist, warm hands sliding up the back of his shirt. Derek rested their foreheads together, closing his eyes when Stiles bumped their noses. “Did you sleep okay? I didn’t hear you wake up.”

“Yeah,” Stiles sighed, “it was good. Slept hard.” His voice was still scratchy from sleep and he pressed his warm, pliant lips against Derek’s. When they pulled apart, Stiles pushed him onto his back and set his head down on his chest. He’d told Derek once he loved hearing Derek’s heartbeat because it reminded him this was real. Stiles eyes closed and he let his leg rest between Derek’s.

Derek softly petted his boyfriend’s messy hair, his arm on top of the one Stiles had wrapped around his middle. “You can go back to sleep if you want. I won’t leave.” He suggested softly. He’d seen the circles under Stiles’ eyes, known that the average amount of sleep he was getting was about three hours.

“I know you won’t.” The other’s voice was slurred and he loosened more against Derek. “Thass’ why I love you.” They both flinched. Stiles was back to awake. “I mean–”

“You love me?” Stiles sat up and Derek watched him for a minute. “You love me?” He asked again, he had to be sure. He’d hoped what he’d gotten from Stiles was love, attraction, even simple affection felt more than he deserved.

Stiles shrugged, bashful. “Well, yeah I love you. You’re my boyfriend and I care about you and love you and–” Derek cut him off with a firm kiss. His heart jumped at the feeling of Stiles smiling into it. His boyfriend had to pull away due to his smile. Derek felt Stiles face tight against his chest as the other hid against him.

“I love you too.” Derek murmured.

Stiles simply crawled into his lap and hugged him tight, not moving his burning face. Derek just let him.     

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Requested by minischmidt711 - Hey! I was wondering if you could do a stiles imagine where the reader is on the more wealthier side and pays to get everything in stiles’ keep fixed? Thanks!! 


‘And so then – what’s the matter, Stiles?’ you asked, looking up from the Pack research – which you’d been reading aloud in an attempt to get it to sink in. Stiles was standing in the doorway of his room, a tray of cookies in one hand and a note in the other.

There was a frown on his face, one which creased his forehead slightly and made him focus his attention on the floor. He looked weary, and you knew that the effects of the previous term were getting to him. The bills which had been piling up on his doormat and the fact that his dad was trying to keep the money worries away from him.

‘The mechanic,’ he said, dropping onto the bed beside you, ‘he said it’s almost a write off.’

The frown on his face, the sorrow in his voice and the disappointment gleaming behind his eyes were all things which made your heart break.

‘Stiles,’ you said softly, resting a hand lightly on his lower arm, taking the cookies and putting them on the table so he didn’t drop them. ‘You know that –’

Stiles shook his head firmly, looking up at you quickly. ‘It’s fine,’ he said lightly, and you noticed the little determination setting on his face – he wasn’t going to argue with you about this.

You sighed, nodding, realising that there was nothing you could do. ‘All right,’ you conceded, shifting the laptop on the bed. ‘What d’you think about these Berserker legends?’

And so the evening continued. You and Stiles did as much research as you could – occasionally calling Scott, sticking him on loudspeaker and trying to make sure that he knew as much as you did. But all the while your thoughts kept circling back towards Stiles’ issue. He loved that jeep. He’d worked so hard for it and you weren’t about to let him give up on it because it couldn’t be fixed.

So the plan formed. It was going to take time – and a few well-placed calls – but you had more than enough money to sort it out, given your parents’ jobs, heritage and your own little part-time work to add to it.

‘Are you sure about this?’ the Sherriff asked you one evening as you rifled through the kitchen draws for Stiles’ spare keys.

‘He loves that jeep,’ you assured him, flicking the keys into your palm. ‘It’s the least I can do.’

The Sheriff pulled you into a tight hug, mumbling his thank yous to you, before finally letting you go.

You nodded to him, a small smile lighting your features before you darted out of the door and raced for the jeep.

It was a long day. Scott was dealing with Stiles, trying to wallow his sorrows in adventures, research and a little bit of alcohol. The Sheriff was on Stiles watch, just in case he came back, and Lydia was ready to call Stiles with a mystery before he could get back just in case. You were sitting in the reception of the reception of the mechanics, trying to look subtly annoyed to hurry the work along – something your grandfather had taught you.

But, when the jeep was finally fixed and you’d paid it all, you texted the Sheriff.

You pulled outside the Stilinski house just as Lydia joined you.

‘He’ll love it,’ she assured you, sticking a bow on the bonnet.

‘Doesn’t look too sorted, does it?’ you asked nervously, picking at one of the scratches.

‘It looks perfect,’ came the Sheriff’s voice, just before you saw Scott and Stiles coming.

The reaction which the jeep gained from Stiles was enough to warm your heart. He beamed, ran forward and practically stroked the car from the boot to the bonnet. He looked at it with a tenderness which made you grin. When he reached the headlights he paused and looked at you.

‘You did this?’ he asked in little more than a whisper.

‘Well, I paid for it, but –’

Before you could finish Stiles had pulled you into a tight hug.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered earnestly, causing you to smile.

‘Any time,’ you admitted, hugging him back tightly.


A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners, I just found them on Google.

Can we talk about how Roscoe was the real MVP tonight? Can we talk about how this clunky piece of metal brought the original pack back together? He’s been there since the very beginning. Think about it. This blue broken down vehicle has been there during pivotal moments in the pack’s life. Especially Stiles’ and Scott’s. Some of the most enduring and heartbreaking and heartwarming scenes between those two happened in or around that jeep. I’m mean where did Stiles Stilinski tell Lydia Martin that he loved her???? IN. THE. JEEP. It’s only fitting that the two people (aside from his dad) that Stiles loves most in this world are sitting in that jeep when Scott and Lydia hear his voice - when they remember him. That’s right you can’t tell me that this barely drivable piece of junkyard scraps on four wheels is not apart of the pack. Because this barely drivable piece of junkyard scraps on four wheels is totally apart of the pack and his name is ROSCOE.

Preference #13: Joyride gone wrong!

{ I got a tad carried away, so this one is kinda long cx Sorry! }

Safe to say, Malia felt flustered. Her and Stiles made a date to hang out, just the two of them. But Scott, Kira, and Lydia ended up being involved. Malia likes her friends, don’t get her wrong, but there is always someone there when her and Stiles are trying to have some alone time. However, this time it was Stiles’ fault, as he completely forgot their date and decided to invite everyone over to have a movie night. She didn’t want to be selfish, but she just wanted at least 10 minutes of alone time with him; so she would have to make him come to her! Malia decided to take his jeep hostage, and the only way to get it back, would be to meet her at a secret place in the woods. We’ll finally have some time alone, she thought. Sadly, as she got in the jeep, her confusion quickly set it. She didn’t know how to drive, but Stiles made it look so easy. So just… do what he does! Malia stuck the stolen key into the ignition, turned it, and had a very pleased grin on her face as the purr of the car starting filled her ears. As she began to drive, it seemed so easy. All she had to do was keep her foot on the pedal if she wanted to go! “Why didn’t I do this ages ago?” she scoffed at herself. Someone pulled up close to the jeep, and Malia noticed in the mirror. Was she driving too slow? The person behind her honked their horn, giving Malia the signal that she, indeed, was driving too slow. Without thinking of how fast the jeep could go, she pressed the gas pedal into the floor, and smiled at the rush of energy she had. Sadly, this rush quickly passed and was replaced with horror, as she rounded a sharp curve and was unable to control the jeep at such a fast speed; the jeep drove off of the road, into a ditch, and flipped over multiple times. Once it stopped rolling, Malia sat there absolutely shocked. The jeep was squished, and her arm was in immense pain. “Crap…” she said to herself. A few people began to run up to the jeep, and helped Malia out of it. “Ouch! Why does it hurt so much?” Malia exclaimed as she examined her left arm, which was bent in a way it shouldn’t be. Looking back at the jeep, she saw the driver’s side was completely bashed in – which is probably what broke her arm. “Your arm is broken. Wow, this was nasty! You’re lucky to be alive!” Malia looked at the woman standing in front of her. “I know it’s broken, but it should be healing.” The woman looked at Malia strangely, causing her to roll her eyes. An ambulance soon arrived, and Malia tried to tell them she didn’t need a hospital, but they told her that they had to cast up her arm. With much reluctance, the blonde agreed to go. One thing Malia learned while at the hospital, fixing a broken arm is WAY worse than breaking it. The doctor called it ’re-breaking’ the bone back into it’s natural position, and the process made Malia scream; literally. But it was comforting to see a friendly face in the room, as Scott’s mom was there making sure she was alright, and even called Stiles to let him know that Malia was at the hospital. She smiled as her arm finally felt like it was healing, but she let them put the cast on anyway because the stuff was cool to look at. However, throughout the entire evening, Malia couldn’t stop thinking about Stiles. He loved that jeep and was going to kill her! “MALIA!” her head snapped up as she heard Stiles voice, but she couldn’t see him. “Stiles!?” she called out. She heard footsteps running, and tears began to fall from her eyes as Stiles came into view in the doorway. “Oh thank God.” he rushed over to her and held her in a strangling embrace. “Stiles, I’m so sorry about your jeep. I just wanted to–” Stiles shook his head as she began to speak, and cut her off with a deep kiss. “My jeep can be fixed; you can’t. Malia what were you thinking? I would have taken you for a drive, or if you really wanted to drive, I could’ve taught you how! Never ever do that again, okay? I saw my jeep at the crash site and… I could’ve lost you. You can’t just leave me like that!” Stiles pulled her back into the embrace, and Malia couldn’t quite understand the warm feeling she had, but it was a nice one so she didn’t question it. “Stiles, I would never leave without you.” This caused him to laugh through his tears, and his worried feeling was gone as fast as it came.

anonymous asked:

Can we all take a moment to appreciate the fact that Stiles was with Lydia in the back of HIS JEEP, the jeep he would never leave behind, the jeep he loves so much like its his baby, STILES stayed in the back holding Lydia, because he was more concerned with her and keeping her calm and focus on him! And the way she looked at him god! MY STYDIA HEART IS BEATING TOO FAST!

i know! and the fact that she was practically saying to him that he was dying and he didn’t care