Beacon-hills bingo!: gottalovev

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Beacon-hills bingo!

Apr 01, 2013 03:12

- Words for 4 squares + 1 co-op (almost all of those Sterek, btw)
- 2 tumblr graphics
- 2 wallpapers
- 5 icons for a second co-op

Magic:

Stiles Stilinksi/Derek Hale
PG-13
200 words

"Magic"

Deaton once suggested that since werewolves are supernatural beings, nature made them inherently limited with any other kind of magic for balance.

Stiles, very vehemently, disagrees.

Exhibit one: Peter Hale and the way he managed to manipulate Lydia in order to rise from the dead. Stiles might hate the guy and everything he stands for, but anyone has to admit that it took some powerful mojo.

Stiles refuse to think about Peter right now, though, not while he's currently experimenting true magic at the hands of another Hale, Derek this time.

Every brush of Derek's fingers makes the blood sing in his veins, every reverent kiss generates a small supernova in Stiles' brain. Stiles' had sex before, with several partners while away at college, but it never was like this. Not this strong, not this good, not this overwhelming.

Derek's murmuring against his skin, too low for Stiles to decipher over the thunder of his heartbeat; it must be incantations and spells. The paths Derek draw with the tip of his tongue, the drag of his fangs on the delicate skin of his neck, must be runes and charms.

If the goal is to entrance Stiles forever, it's definitely working.

Family: tumblr graphic

Risk:

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
PG
1078 words

"New life choices"

The Jeep is packed, his Dad was hugged - for a long time, complete with multiple pats on the back - and the goodbyes to Scott and his mom have been taken care of. Stiles couldn't leave for college without hugging the entire pack of misfits, so he has made his round for the lot of them, too.

All but Derek, whom Stiles kept for last. Once at Derek's apartment building, Stiles doesn't let himself linger or he'll chicken out and leave without a word. Derek is at his door, casually leaning against the frame, when Stiles reaches his floor. He's devastatingly handsome, as always.

"Ready to go?" Derek asks. He's smiling a little, one would say fondly.

"Yep!" Stiles grins, wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. "In a hurry to get rid of me?"

He offers his hand and Derek doesn't rebuke him, but does roll his eyes and uses the grip on Stiles' had to pulls him into a half-hug. He squeezes Stiles' nape briefly before letting him go.

"You go have fun and ace this college thing," Derek says.

"I will. Take care of the others, huh? And my dad?" Stiles ask.

Derek nods, expression serious. "Don’t worry, I've got this."

"I know you do," Stiles says with a smile. He started abysmally, but Derek's a good Alpha these days.

So this is it, the moment Stiles pinpointed to risk everything. In a way, there's a new life opening to him today and it's time to turn into a bolder and gutsier Stiles. If what he's about to do backfires, they'll have months to get over the awkwardness.

"You guys should come and visit, sometime," he says and, before Derek can answer, Stiles surges forward and kisses him briefly on the mouth. He's too nervous to linger so he hurries to step backwards, waves at a wide-eyed Derek, throws a last "Bye!" over his shoulder and runs away, all but flying down the stairs.

Stiles feels his face flaming and his heart is pounding double time when he reaches his Jeep, hoping he didn't just shoot his friendship with Derek in the foot. He's eighty percent sure Derek won't be mad because they shared smiles, looks, even quick touches before - he can't have mistaken all of that - but Derek never made a move, not even since Stiles turned eighteen.

As he's opening his door for a clean getaway, a hand pushes it back closed and Derek is right there, at his back. Stiles yelps and turns around, but Derek has his hands braced on the Jeep's top, caging him in so there's no escape possible. Derek's close, way close, and he looks… angry? Annoyed? It's always been hard to tell the difference.

"What the hell, Stiles?" Derek asks.

Stiles apologize reflexively. "Sorry! I thought -"

Derek cuts over him.

"I've been waiting for you to make a move for years." Derek's eyes are a little crazy, his cheekbones and ears flushed red and Stiles can barely compute the enormity of what he's saying because the blush fascinating. "Years, Stiles! And you choose the last second before you leave for college, and then run away?"

"Sorry?" Stiles says again, but he's starting to smile. "If I had known you were pining…"

Derek makes a strangled noise and stops him again, this time with his mouth, kissing Stiles forcefully. The next thing he knows, Stiles has his hands tangled in Derek's hair and is all but humping his thigh as they kiss and kiss. Stiles whines when Derek pulls away and rest their foreheads together.

"What is this, Stiles?" Derek asks softly. "Something to cross off the list before making a new life for yourself?"

"No!" Stiles exclaims, though he can see how Derek - always the martyr - could twist it like that. "I wasn't sure… I was waiting for you to make a move! Why did it have to be me?"

Derek sighs and then caresses the side of Stiles' face. "It doesn't matter now."

He looks so sad, and Stiles realizes Derek's expecting this - theses kisses - to be it. Which is totally unacceptable, if you ask Stiles: if he has a chance with Derek Hale, it's not going to waste it.

"I know it's sudden and I'm going to be miles away, but could we try this, us?" he says, gesturing back and forth besides their faces. "I was planning on Skyping with you all the time, anyway, and Berkeley isn't that far…"

For the third time Derek interrupts him, again with a kiss (Stiles could get used to this, fast). It's a short-lived one, though, because Derek is grinning too wide and Stiles smiles right back.

"Yes," Derek says. "I want that. I want you."

Stiles' heart all but flips in his chest at that, jeez.

"Yeah?" he asks, winding his arms around Derek's neck. "You'll wait for me?"

Derek shrugs. "Used to it. But you'll meet new people, make new friends, it's not fair-"

Two can play the let's-silence-you game, so Stiles stops Derek with a kiss of his own.

"Shush, you. I've loved you for years. I won't be swayed just because I can't see your pretty face every day, okay?" Stiles says and Derek nods.

"You'll call me?" Derek asks.

"Every day," Stiles promises. "You'll visit me?"

"As long as it doesn't affect your school work," Derek answers.

Stiles laughs. "What, are you worried that if you're around I won't be able to keep my hands off you?"

"That's exactly what's going to happen," Derek says with a smug smile that shouldn't be this attractive. He has a point, though.

"Speaking of not being able to keep our hands off each other," Derek adds, bending to mouth at Stiles' neck in a very, very distracting manner. He knew that stubble would feel amazing. "At what time do you need to be in Berkeley again?"

"It can wait a couple of hours," Stiles says as he slips a hand under Derek's t-shit and finally caresses those abs.

"Good answer," Derek says before he throwing Stiles over his shoulder like the caveman he is. Stiles would lie if he said it doesn't turn him on even more, and he laughs as Derek all but runs back up to his apartment.

All in all, his bolder and gutsier attitude is paying off big time, Stiles muses. Satisfied with his new life choices, Stiles then grabs Derek's amazing ass, just because he can.

Hurt:

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
PG-13 (Violence)
444 words

"This ain't an entomology project"

They're still high on the lacrosse win when they reach Derek's block, laughing and ribbing each other. Suddenly Scott, Isaac and Boyd all snap their eyes towards Derek's windows, proverbial hackles rising. From one moment to the next they're shifted into Beta form and Scott pushes Stiles towards the street.

"Trouble, run!" Scott urges before leaping on the emergency ladder and he climbs up with Isaac and Boyd.

Derek's window explode as one of the Alphas crashes through it to the balcony and Stiles hurries to enter the building, which seems the safest best to get out of harm's way right now. There's a flurry of movement outside, complete with snarling and fighting, but they're quickly moving away.

Shaken, Stiles runs up the stairs: there's a bag of mountain ash under the sink at Derek's; if he has that, he'll at least be able to protect himself.

The door isn't locked, but Stiles stops short once he enters the loft, eyes glued to the figure pinned down on the floor in a pool of blood. Stiles' heart stops when he recognizes Derek, but it starts back with a vengeance when he twitches feebly.

"Holy shit!" Stiles says as he drops on his knees by Derek's side, who is transpierced by a goddamn pipe for crying out loud.

Stiles forestalls puking for the moment, too busy yanking the pipe out of Derek's body and praying he's not too late. Derek makes an agonizing sound and Stiles turns him around, wanting to see his face (he's so pale, god) before reflexively compressing the wound on Derek's chest. For a second Stiles is tempted to laugh hysterically because what good can it make, since there's an equally big hole in his back? There's so much blood, this can't be good.

"Stay with me, Derek, come on!" Stiles urges, hands slippery with blood now. Derek seems unconscious again, but he's breathing and there's movement under Stiles' hand, the wound visibly healing. "That's it, come on. You were doing a crap job with your pinned butterfly impression, anyway."

"Wasn't pretty enough?" Derek croaks and Stiles almost starts crying in relief.

"You're the prettiest and you know it," Stiles says, resting his forehead on his hands. The hole seems gone, but he can't let go, not right now.

"Nah, you are," Derek says, bringing a hand up to rest against Stiles' nape.

"Stop flirting and heal, you son of a bitch," Stiles says. "I'm sick and tired of these damn Alphas, they're going down."

"Okay."

The Douchebags are going to pay for this, big time. No one's taking Stiles' Alpha before they finally have their first date, no fucking way.

Free: a Derek and Isaac wallpaper (click to get the 1440 x 900 format)

Favorite: A Stiles picspam/tumblr graphic (Favorite character!)

Anchor:

Sheriff Stilinski
PG
200 words

"Drifting away"

The Jeep is in the driveway but there's no light at Stiles' window when John comes back home from the cluster fuck caused by a pile up on the highway. He sighs: it's two am, so any parent would infer their kid is safely in bed, asleep, but John knows that if he looks in Stiles' room, he'll find the bed empty. It eats at him, knowing that Stiles is running around getting in trouble with Scott right now.

He wasn't supposed to rise a teenager alone, Lisa was supposed to be his anchor in this. They'd even joked about it, how John would be the stern parent while she'd play good cop to negotiate privileges (mostly because John never could resist Stiles anything, ever, before; barely can even now).

But Lisa is gone, leaving him to deal with a son who's a magnet for trouble and too smart for his own good. Stiles is everything John has left, but little by little, lie after lie, he's losing him too.

John doesn't open Stiles' door as he goes to bed, deliberately turning a blind eye to avoid yet another fake excuse.

Maybe, tomorrow, Stiles will finally open up to him.

Co-op:

I have two: one with jesseofthenorth, and a second with demonkel

1) with jesseofthenorth: we did a round robin fic, each writing 100 words and sending it to the other to continue. Here is the result! (Jesse started, I followed :)

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
PG
1000 words (500 each!)

"The Art of Bitching"

The thing Stiles has noticed about bitching, is that it only ever (rarely) works if there is some one to actually bitch at. Bitching to yourself, especially while stumbling around half blind and lightly bleeding in the woods.? Not that effective.

It would be so much more satisfying if any one of the asshole werewolves who had fucked off and left him here was around to bitch at. It would at least give him something else to think about besides the fact that he had a head wound, blood in his left eye and no fucking clue where he was.

-

"Sure, let's leave the injured human, who cannot heal, all by himself, in the woods, at night!" Stiles would've yelled to attract his so-called friends' attention, but with his luck? Another harpy or a mountain lion could have found him first. Mumbling angrily it was.

Stiles wasn't paying attention to his steps, busy wiping his bloody forehead with his shirt, when suddenly his leg went though the ground and he was falling. He landed hard on packed dirt, breath taken out of him on impact.

He allowed himself ten whole seconds before he cried out: "A fucking bear pit? Seriously?"

-

The sides of the pit were rough with roots, rocks and exposed dirt. He could see shovel marks on the sides, proving it was freshly dug. Who would take the time to dig something like this in the middle of a place that had no bears?

People who didn't care about catching bears of course. So what were they hoping to trap? The answer Stiles brain provided was it could only be werewolves. And who wanted to catch werewolves? The kind of people Stiles hoped never got near his werewolves. Suddenly he was a lot less interested in being found

-

He had to get the hell out of dodge: maybe no one had been alerted yet. Unfortunately the soil crumbled under Stiles' weight when he tried to climb the side of the pit, making him curse under his breath. He grabbed roots that he hoped were strong enough and tried again.

"What the hell are you doing down there?"

Stiles' heart almost leaped out of his chest at Derek's words and he fell back to the ground with a hard thud.

"Ow, shit!" Stiles glared. "Thanks for that!"

With horror, Stiles watched as Derek jumped in the pit beside him.

-

“Derek! No, you gotta get out of here!” Stiles said. “I think hunters dug this pit! It's a trap!"

Derek lifted an eyebrow at him.

“Right.” Stiles said “Duh. Obvious. You still gotta go!”

Derek didn't move, just said “Not leaving you here.”

“No it's fine! They aren't after me. What are they going to do with a talkative teenage goofball? They're after you guys! Get out of here!”

“Stiles.”

“No, Derek. Get out of here! I'm fine, go! Just. Jump back up and get out of here.”

“Stiles! Stop!”

Stiles stopped.

“Not without you.” Derek held out a hand.

-

It was said with a meaningful look, too, and Stiles' knew better than to argue that tone. He grabbed Derek's hand and let himself get pulled out of the pit.

Stiles was about to reiterate the need to hurry when Derek suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth, pulling Stiles against his body as he flattened against a tree. It didn't take a genius to infer they had company.

"D'you think we caught the boy?" The first voice asked.

"Pretty sure: who else could it hold?" responded a second voice, mocking. "The Alpha won't be able to resist that bait."

-

Stiles stood, frozen in place, letting fear seize his muscles until he felt Derek pull at his arm.

Stiles turned to look and saw Derek pointing behind them, into the trees and away from the approaching voices. Stiles nodded and Derek held a finger to his lips, one eyebrow quirked in inquiry.

Stiles would be a little affronted at the question if he wasn't both scared shitless and shocked (almost) speechless that he knew what Derek was wordlessly saying.

Clearly he was spending too much time with the guy. They could discuss it when no one was plotting their deaths.

-

Walking on point, Stiles was extra careful to be silent as they got away from the pit. He was still bothered by the blood in his eye, and the darkness turned the ground into a minefield of extra-crunchy leaves and branches ready to snap loudly.

Distracted by the angry shouts of the hunters having found their trap empty, Stiles stepped into a hole but Derek was fast enough to grab him around the waist before he tripped and revealed their position.

"Careful," Derek whispered, holding him close; Stiles shivered.

When they started walking again, Derek kept hold of his hand.

-

They walked until the hunter's voices disappeared, and the muscles in Stiles legs started to burn. Stiles had no idea how he'd managed to get so far. He'd honestly thought he was walking in circles. Guess not.

The tension drained away and still Derek held his hand. Stiles made no move to pull away, there was nothing he needed more than the security of Derek's grip. It didn't hurt that Stiles was sure he'd fall over if Derek stopped dragging him. Just when he thought he might fall over anyway Stiles caught a glimpse of blue Jeep through trees ahead.

-

"Oh thank god!" Stiles exclaimed.

When they reached the car, Stiles threw his arms wide and hugged it. Derek huffed in amusement and untwined his fingers from Stiles', who pouted.

Derek made Stiles sit sideways on the bench, feet dangling out, as he started tending to Stiles' wounds with the first-aid kit.

"How's the head?" Derek asked.

"Hurts a little, but I'll be fine."

Derek hesitated, but then kissed over the bandage on Stiles' forehead. "There. All better."

"Definitely." Stiles grinned and Derek kissed him again on the lips.

Yeah, so there would be no bitching about that. Not ever.

:)

2) with demonkel: we chose 5 caps for each other. I made these icons from the caps she chose: