The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.
Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.
Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”
It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.
The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.
He can, however, afford half of it.
“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.
“Yes,” Stiles says.
“No,” Derek says at the same time.
Scott looks more concerned.
Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”
“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”
“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.
Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about
Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and
smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no
luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a
huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored
after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head
as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no
panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were
covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass.
Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after
about half an hour you decided to watch a film.
Warnings: pure filth, oral (giving and receiving), spanking, kink, sexual intercourse (duh), unprotected sex.
Author’s Note: So, this took forever to write. Not proud of that but, I hope all of you enjoy this side of Stiles. I know I would, oml. I want to thank these lovely ladies for looking at what I wrote and some telling me that it was super good, @mf-despair-queen , @lovelydob , and @dumbass-stilinski ! I love you guys!
The bar is
crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he
still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in
the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship
not to just get laid, except that to Lydia
that doesn’t mean anything.
well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than
watching CSI reruns, at least.
look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to
him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.
you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”
guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for
another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re
eighteen and everything is new.
takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has
texted him three times. ’Don’t
be mad’, the
first text says, followed by ’but
I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’.
Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE
the last text says.
nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering
something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him
up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging
about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the
guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia
didn’t talk for a month after that.
yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar
alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table
with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket.
Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say
no to a one-night stand with a guy like that.
He’s only human.
he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks
understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then.
Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance
at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there
C. Let’s get really
don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around,
prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right
into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green
better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”
smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”
blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”
smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink.
Oh my God,
Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and
swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”
Welcome to your 21st year! As per the wonderful tradition of the house of Hale, you will be attending some of the best places to be single that Beacon Hills has to offer today. First, it’s to the Coffee Shop on Main where you will get two lemon zest chocolate chip muffins. Listen to me very carefully, I’m going to ease you into the way this works. Buy two muffins, but you’re only going to eat one. Find someone cute to give the second one to…
The letter went on, but Derek was staring at it in horror, unable to process how terrible that sounded in just the first paragraph. Today was going to suck.
Or: Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more ‘forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’.
“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”
“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
When Stiles came home from his afternoon developmental psychopathology class, Lydia Martin was sitting in his apartment rhythmically drumming her perfectly manicured nails against the armrest of his favourite armchair. Stiles sidled into the apartment and slide the loft door closed behind him. The lock clunked into place. Shrugging out of his purple hoodie, he dropped it and his Batman messenger bag beside the door.
“Hey, Lydia,” Stiles greeted cautiously and glanced around the apartment. His boyfriend’s sneakers and leather jacket were missing. “Where’s Derek?”
“Picking up dinner from the cute little bistro on the corner.” Lydia wrinkled her nose. “Your bottle of ketchup and a jar of pickles was… unacceptable.” She stopped drumming her fingers to inspect her nails. “He should be back any minute.”
“Right… but it’s Tuesday,” Stiles said as he inched into the main living area and hovered awkwardly beside the couch, afraid to sit down.
Lydia raised an eyebrow. “So?”
Stiles gave a short painful laugh and rubbed the back of his head, which knocked askew the beanie he’d forgotten he’d been wearing. “It’s date night.”
“Date night,” Lydia repeated. Her eyebrow crept higher.
“Yeah, you know, dinner, movie, walk in the park, and all that jazz,” Stiles said. He scratched his cheek and shifted from one foot to the other, unable to meet Lydia’s judgy glare.
WHAT IF no one mentions Lydia getting shot to Stiles?? Like he knows shit is going down in Beacon Hills but he was never told that his girlfriend got shot?? And he only finds out after, when he sees the scar from the bullet wound on her body. His face would immediately go dark, he would get angry, a quiet quiet anger where he becomes uncharacteristically still and you can see his jaw clenching and just know that he is already running through the list of everyone who was against the supernatural and maiming every single one of them in his head, while at the same time crafting the speech he is gonna yell at the pack for not telling him about Lydia getting shot. But then he hears Lydia saying his name softly, trying to assure him that she is ok but it could have been totally not okay but it’s alright Stiles I’m fine now Lydia something bad happened to you and I wasn’t around to do anything about it shhh shh Stiles I’m here now and for a while the anger slips away and he goes soft and just hugs her, burying his face in the corner of her neck and shoulders. Later he will kiss the bullet hole and all the other scars littering her body but now he’s just going to appreciate the fact that she’s alive.