Stiles all but gives up on ever finding his red hoodie again until he finds it stashed away in Derek's loft.
A short sterek ficlet for one of my favorite followers.
Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair, groaning loudly in frustration. He was standing in the center of his room, surrounded by a mountain of laundry. He scanned one more time for his signature hoodie before finally calling it. Today, at 10:07 a.m. on September 5th, 2017, his red hooded sweatshirt was officially lost to the void. He hadn’t seen it since the spring; California summer starts early and runs late, and on the first day it was cold enough to wear it he couldn’t fucking find it. What a summer ending bummer. A summer bummer, if you will.
He shot off a quick text to Scott to let everyone know he was gonna be late to the pack meeting, and grabbed his car keys, hoping desperately his dad wouldn’t see the ‘small island village post a hurricane’-esque mess his room had become.
The second thing Derek noticed when Stiles walked in to his loft set his brow in a deep furrow. The first thing was that Stiles was an hour late, and the second was the cyan hoodie Stiles was wearing. It looked crisp and new, and Derek could smell from across the room it had just been purchased, stale department store air clinging to it. Derek wrinkled his nose. It was a total assault on his senses. Stiles was supposed to smell like himself and pack, not the mall. Stiles wore red, not this teal crime against nature. This color actually almost hurt his eyes to look at. The brunette in question was staring at him, eyebrow raised. Derek felt him tense up, probably because his alpha’s intense expression.
Derek guiltily looked away, and continued listening to whatever Erica was saying about the pointlessnss of fingerless gloves.
Stiles shook his head, unsure of what caused the gorgeous alpha to be so annoyed by just his presence, he hadn’t even said anything yet! His heart hurt at that thought, he never expected Derek to return his feelings but being scorned like this was almost too much. Derek looked younger today, like he had finally gotten a bit of rest, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to soften his sour demeanor towards Stiles. Scott clapped him on the shoulder, and shook him lightly, bringing him back to the present. Act normal, he thought.
“Nice threads. New look?” Scott asked good naturedly. Stiles frowned, it was still a sore subject.
“Nah, I can’t find my favorite red hoodie, you know, the trademark Stiles one? I can’t figure it out, I wore it last spring and now it’s just gone. Had to shell out forty bucks for a new one today, everything else has holes in it from our ‘dark forest fun times of nearly being killed by supernatural creatures.” Scott frowned, shaking his head just as Isaac nuzzled into Stiles neck from the side, scenting him.
“You know, I think I saw that one here on the couch like…maybe a week ago?” Isaac interjected, lazily launching himself from Stiles to Erica.
Derek froze, heart rate spiking for moment as his ears blushed red. His untrained betas didn’t notice, but the picture was now clear. He must have left the hoodie he had sneakily taken from Stiles’ floor on the couch last week after he had taken a nap. Smelling Stiles’ scent helped him sleep, and he had been so tired, he didn’t think taking it would be too much of a big deal. He felt guilty, sick to his stomach, and ashamed. His longing after Stiles had never really caused problems before, and he couldn’t fix the problem without giving away he had stolen the hoodie in the first place.
“Really? I must have left it here…but this place is always so clean, why would it have been here a week ago? I haven’t worn it in at least two months.” Stiles trailed off, seeing he had lost everyone’s attention to the pizza that had just arrived. (The delivery guy didnt even get to knoock, the werewolves had already been there waiting. He was so startled Jackson had to catch a few of the toppling boxes.)
A fuck ton of pizza, two twelve packs of soda, and two bad horror movies later, everyone was saying goodbye and filing out of Derek’s loft. As Stiles was leaving, a hand gripped his bare arm firmly where he had pushed up his sleeves.(Derek refused to touch the blue monstrosity.) He looked up at Derek who was wearing the same annoyed expression as earlier.
“I’m sorry I was late, is that why-”
“I need to give you something.”
“Uh..okay, big guy. What’s up?” Stiles blushed, the close proximity being a little overwhelming.
Derek led him to his dresser, and carefully pulled something out of the top one. Stiles noticed he was acting slowly, like whatever was in his arms would fall to tatters or bolt if he moved too fast.
“I’m sorry.” Derek said gruffly, looking away as he held out something stiffly. Stiles grinned, taking the hoodie excitedly.
“My hoodie, you found it! That’s amazing, I’m so fucking happy. But wait, what are you sorry for? It’s in perfect condition, it even smells good.”
“…” Derek didn’t meet his gaze. Stiles stepped closer, touching his alpha’s arm lightly. The firm muscle of his forearm stiffened, and Stiles let go.
“C'mon, what’s up?” The werewolf looked up at him, cheeks burning bright.
“I took it. You didn’t lose it. I took it without your permission and I shouldn’t have.”
“But why, I don’t understand? I don’t think you’d wear it. It’s not really your style.”
“I couldn’t sleep. After the alpha pack and Kate kidnapping me again I didn’t feel safe. I was desperate. You smell like pack and someone I can trust. It helps.”
Stiles blinked, stunned. Derek trusted him. The sexy, badass, leather-clad alpha of his dreams was sleeping with hoodie to feel safe. The pale brunette felt himself flush from his chest to his ears. Derek had been looking less tired recently, and thinking about the countless terrible hardships he’s had to endure was heart-breaking, any kind of relief he got was well-deserved.
“Oh, that’s, it’s totally fine. No worries. No big deal. Keep it. I’m glad it’s been doing a good job.” Stiles rambled, smiling bashfully. Derek looked shocked, unsure.
“You’re not angry with me.” Derek stated quietly. Stiles’ heart broke a little more, Derek apparently thought he’d be furious.
“Of course not, you’re my alpha and my friend. I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe I can help somehow. Like, bring you some of my stuff to keep around or my bedsheets or something.” Stiles yelped when Derek suddenly pulled him forward and scented his neck gently with his nose and stubble-covered chin. He’d seen the alpha scent some of the others before on rare occasions, but he’d never been this affectionate with Stiles directly. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek slowly, and damn did it feel great.
“You know, I could crash in your bed sometimes and then it’d really smell like Stiles Stilinski in here. Would that help?” Stiles was given an answer via Derek yanking his new hoodie off and pushing him towards the king size bed in the corner of the room.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles gulped again. Was it getting hot in here? Was he dreaming? Did he hallucinate from some bad pepperonis on the pizza?
Stiles fell back when the back of his knees hit the mattress, bouncing lightly. Derek crawled on beside him, about a foot away after shucking his shirt and hitting the lights off.
Derek could hear Stiles’ pulse thumping loudly, and a mixture of nervousness and arousal. Derek was startled by his findings, but definitely on board. He’d take whatever Stiles was willing to give him.
Stiles rolled over, facing away from the alpha.
“This would probably work better if you’re c-closer. Like to me.”
Derek hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles, nose pressed into the brunette’s hairline. He was overloaded on the familiar scent and it felt so, so good. He could practically feel the stress pouring from his body.
Stiles felt the muscles of his alpha relax, his own body going slack against Derek’s hard muscled chest. After a moment, he felt hot breath tickling his neck. Derek had passed out.
“Wow. That was fast.”
“I hate the blue hoodie. Take it back to the store. Burn it. I’ll give you the money you paid for it.”
Stiles chuckled in Derek’s arms. “Okay, sourwolf.” It was the start of something, he could feel it.
Gurl please give all the information you have about Andreas and Jonghyun and also who is Andreas the greek guy??!!! Why i didnt know that earlier?!??! -_-''
haahah well jongtae guested on a show called abnormal summit in march of last year. andreas was on the show and there was lots of looks exchanged between him and jjong–as well as some unintended lip staring lmao. there’s a jongtae cut that’s subbed but most of the flirting between andreas and jjong is the two of them glancing at each other and andreas catching himself while staring at jjong’s lips lol. so, if u want the sexual tension, u’ll have to watched the raw version. if it helps, jongtae come out at around 27:45.
a/n; i felt bad not giving magumagu a scenario of his own,, so here is an au,,,,,this is also gonna be a lil lengthy so grab your snacks and prepare yourself for the fluffiest bf au you will ever read and also i might be swerving for him thanks cheryl and im sorry jihoon
a totally last minute thing i suppose
i wanted to write to just isolate myself from reality
so ok enough deep shit w zechu
you’re in the same school as daehwi since like?? middle school or something
and ya’ll weren’t close like him and somi ukno
but still friends!!
ngl when you guys were about to choose high schools your heart decided that it was a good time to have a crush on him
Devon had been in his room when he heard a thud, causing him to look up from his phone. He put the phone down and got up from his bed, stretching his wings as he quietly opened the door and peered down the hall. He didnt see anything, but grabbed his bat from his closet nonetheless and walked down the hallway cautiously. He kept his wings folded behind him as he looked around the living room, narrowing his eyes and checking the kitchen as well. Nothing had fallen over, the door was still locked, but he knew he had heard something.
He frowned and moved to check the balcony, opening the door and looking around outside for a few moments, then sighed and shut the door.“ Must be hearing shit…” he muttered.
“Well, you certainly heard something.”
Devon spun around, raising the bat and yelping as someone shoved him against the door. A knee sharply impacted Devons stomach, causing him to wheeze and drop the bat as the attacker grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall behind him. The man who attacked him had short brown hair and blue-green eyes. He smirked as two others appeared behind him; a blond and another brunet.“ Still slow reaction times, huh Devon?” He chuckled.“ You’ve never been that fast at all…”
Devon huffed, squirming and trying to spread his pinned wings a bit behind him.“ Casius, nice to see you again..” he glanced behind him and nodded to the others.“ Sirus, Jackson. Still lackeys, huh? What a shame you two cant just stand up on your own, hm?”
Casius narrowed his eyes and harshly stomped down on Devons foot, causing him to yelp and glare at him.“ Ok, fine, what the fuck did I do this time? Figured you just said,’ fuck it, leave the asshole alone’, but I guess I did something to piss you off?”
“Something like that,” Casius huffed, stepping back to push Devon to the ground and watched as Sirus and Jackson moved forward to keep him pinned there. Devon glared at the both of them before looking up at Casius.“ Arent you like… legally obligated to read my charges or something?” Casius rolled his eyes and crouched to be eye-level with Devon.“ We had someone say you were in Boston a few weeks ago. When there were thousands of demons loose.”
“And? That wasn’t my fault. Let me go and fuck off.”
“No, of course it wasn’t your fault,” Casius drawled.“ It was a Darkshine, wasn’t it? Lucifers grandchild. We’ve been told to leave them be, but that little stunt still caused a lot of damage.” Devon narrowed his eyes, retorting,“ What, gonna torture me to tell you where he is or something? He’s just a kid; pretty sure his parents are already taking the steps to make sure it won’t happen again. Besides,” he added with a smirk,“ You’re all a bunch of fucking pansies. You all suck at torture, I do worse things to my own victims.”
“Yet another reason why we’re here, but not the main one for once,” Casius huffed, standing up and pulling a gold and silver blade from his pocket.“ We cant hurt the Demon; that would cause too much fuss, and he’s clearly very powerful. But you, on the other hand…”
“Did you not just hear me when I called you a bunch of pansies?” Devon snorted.“ You wont kill me. If I didnt have a bucket list to get through, I would welcome it, but you all wont do it.”
“There are other ways,” Casius smirked, nodding to Sirus, who flashed a length of rope into his hands and began to tie Devons arms behind his back. Devon rolled his eyes and joked,“ Ive done kinkier things than this. Think we should have a safeword?” Jackson deadpanned and stomped down on one of Devons wings, earning a sharp yelp and a long string of curses thrown at him. Casius chuckled and crouched in front of Devon again, holding the blade against his throat to make him look up.“ My my, you seem quite fond of your wings. You’ve been taking care of them rather well.”
“Just cause I fucking Fell doesn’t mean I don’t care about my looks,” Devon retorted.“ I don’t think you’d like your precious holy wings getting stomped on either.”
“I suppose,” Casius agreed, smirking.“ But that is the least of your worries right now.” He pulled the blade away as the other two angels moved to pin both of Devons wings down, bringing up another round of swearing as Casius stood up and walked behind him.“ Now, how should we do this…” Casius huffed, watching Devon writhe underneath them as he struggled to get away from them.
“Fucking- let go of my fucking wings-!” Devon snapped, but froze when he felt Casius’ blade press against the base of one of his wings. He tsk'ed, shaking his head.“ My my, Devon, such foul language. Just another reason added onto your list of why we should do this.”
“Wait-” Devon sputtered, turning to watch Casius with wide eyes.“ Im- you arent-”
“Ah, so now you’re catching up,” Casius grinned, pressing the blade down harder, causing Devon to yelp and struggle again as blood began to seep from the wound.“ Im surprised you didnt catch on earlier, but that’s your problem~”
“You cant just do this because I was there!” Devon protested.“ I didnt do anything-!”
“Exactly; you didnt do anything. Nothing to help the poor humans getting attacked, or to stop the demons from destroying everything. You could have gotten praise for helping, but you didnt. I, personally, take that as an offence. You really dont want to help anyone.”
“Im- Casius, come on, you cant take my wings, please-” Devon pleaded.“ Anything else, I dont care what it is, anything but this-”
“No,” Casius smirked.“ Thats exactly why we’re doing this. Because for once, it’s something you /really/ dont want us to do.”
“I mean it! Ill fucking do anything, just dont-!” Devons voice broke off into a shriek when Casius pushed the blade harder against his wing, breaking the skin and pushing against bone. He huffed and glanced at Sirus as Devon struggled even harder below him, asking,“ Sirus, do you have your knife? It has a better edge for cutting through bone.”
“NO, DONT DO THIS-!” Devon shrieked, yelping again when Sirus stepped down on his wing and handed Casius a knife with a saw-like blade. He twirled the blade in his hands for a moment, then moved back to start sawing away at the wing. Devon struggled and screamed every obscenity he knew at them, trying as hard as he could to free his wings so he could at least try to hit his assailants with them and get away; yet every struggle resulted in the knife digging in deeper and the two pinning him down to hit him or stomp down on his wings.
Then he couldnt feel his wing at all.
Devon froze when he realized this, eyes wide as he felt Casius move behind him and walk into his field of vision. He kept his eyes on the floor, shaking slightly as Casius chuckled,“ My, it isnt every day you see a one-winged angel, is it?” Devon hissed as Casius grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look up as the angel held up the severed wing.“ Now, as much as Id love to see you try and flaunt yourself with just one wing, I do believe I’d like a pair to hang on my wall, not just the one.”
“Casius- please-” Devon begged, shaking harder.“ I-I get it! I know what I did, please just let me go-”
“What? No, you heard me, I want the other wing,” Casius huffed, letting go of Devons hair and stepping behind him again. This caused Devon to start struggling again, rambling and pleading again for them to stop. Of course, they werent listening, and soon enough he could feel the blade cutting through his other wing.
Devon didn’t struggle nearly as much this time, his energy drained as he started to go into shock. He eventually felt Sirus and Jackson step away from him, vaguely heard them chuckling and talking to each other as they held up his dismembered wings. He let out a startled yelp when he felt a hand sharply pull his head up by his hair, Casius now face-to-face with him.’‘ Maybe next time you’ll actually think for once.’‘
And with that, they were gone.
Devon wasn’t too sure how long he sat still for, but he knew he had to get up; he vaguely remembered Ingrid talking about how wounds could still get infected before they healed over, but… How was he supposed to tend to his wounds when they were out of his reach?
He carefully stood up, hissing in pain as he managed to squirm his arms out of the ropes Sirus had used; he must have only tied them tight enough to last for so long. Devon sorely rubbed his forearms, biting his lip anxiously as he thought of what to do next, but he was drawing a blank. He had no one to go to. No one knew he was Fallen. Except…
Devon let out a shaky sigh and picked up his jacket from the back of the couch, carefully pulling it on before flashing to Ingrids apartment. He stood in front of his door, hesitating for several long moments before knocking lightly.