Prompt Post 01
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He wakes up gradually to the feeling of something rubbing against his shoulder blades. The smooth pressure is nice, kind of like a massage, and Stiles drifts, half-asleep, until he realizes that he’s he really is awake and something really is rubbing against him.
As soon as he tenses the rubbing stops, and Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, sends a quick prayer to the ninja gods that he’ll pull this off, then tries to flip over while flailing his elbow backwards.
He flips over, but he doesn’t actually take down whatever was on him with an amazing hit to the face. The ninja gods have deserted him once again.
He’s surprised to find a guy on top of him. He’s slightly back-lit by the yellow of the streetlights, but Stiles can make out the dark hair and hazel eyes. There’s something familiar about the curve of his cheekbones, the line of his shoulders, but mostly Stiles’ brain is shouting, guy rape! Guy rape! Do not let him take off your boxers!
Stiles flails, which is something he’s pretty good at, if he does so say, and nearly catches the guy in the eye with an errant hand. The guy snatches his wrists firmly and growls, glaring down at Stiles.
Wait. Wait.
Stiles peers up at him, and yes, that’s the glare that makes him feel like his masculinity has fled two states over. Oh my god, this is his werewolf.
“So this is what you look like as a human,” Stiles blurts out, then winces when the werewolf (can Stiles still call him a werewolf when he looks like a human?) glares even more. Stiles should shut up.
“I should shut up, shouldn’t I? That’d be the smart thing to do right now since you’re getting pissed and pinning me down and…and now you’ve got the whole eyes and fangs thing going on, oh god don’t eat me, Scott will never let me live it down if you eat me.”
Apparently, Stiles is incapable of shutting up.
But it’s okay, since the werewolf takes the choice out of his hands when he leans down until Stiles can feel his breath on his cheek. Stiles is so scared that he might be in danger of pissing himself, and as he closes his eyes he finally understand why people do that all the time in horror movies. If he can’t see it, it’s not happening.
Stiles is waiting for the werewolf to rip off his face, or maybe even call him chicken-shit, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, he rubs his cheek against Stiles’ and makes that happy rumble again. He trails his nose down Stiles neck, lapping at his pulse-point, then rubs his cheek against Stiles chest, noses into both his armpits. Stiles squirms when the werewolf’s breath tickles him through his shirt but otherwise stays still, waits it out. The repetitive motion of rubbing lulls him, and despite all the questions running through his head, Stiles can feel sleep tugging at him. The werewolf settles against his side, the concave of the bridge of his nose fitting against the curve of Stile’s jaw. Stiles falls asleep to the steady puffs of breath against his neck.
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The next day, Stiles gets out of school to find the werewolf leaning against his Jeep’s passenger door, face set in its usual glare. Stiles barely knows the guy, and he’s already figured out that it’s his version of a happy face.
“Derek Hale,” the werewolf says when Stiles reaches the Jeep, and Stiles trips over his own feet in shock. Hale? As in the burned Hale house?
“Stiles,” he says.
The werewolf-Derek, wow, no wonder he hated Clarence-nods, glares at Stiles, and then opens the passenger door. “Let’s go,” he says.
Okay. Stiles can flow with this. He gets in, revs his baby up, and grins over at Derek. “Where to?”
“Home,” Derek says.
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The story foundation you set here makes me want to read more of this 'verse in the future, if you're willing? Does Derek still need to hide from the Argents (since Allison has already moved to Beacon Hills and stolen Scott's heart)? Or does he become kind of like a permanent guest in the Stilinski house? (the thought of Derek at the dinner table with Stiles and his dad cracks me up) Really, I adore this story and I would love to read anything and everything else you may decide to write in this 'verse in the future. ;)
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Oh, god, you have no idea how amazing it is to hear that. I haven't actually written for Teen Wolf before, and I just sat down and banged it out (which almost never happens), and then I posted it and promptly freaked out. So thank you for calming my inner hater screaming, "BOO YOU WHORE."
I have at least one other prompt that I want to fill, but it would definitely be worth it to come back to this 'verse and dabble some more. I probably wouldn't write sequential stories like this (This is about as long and as plot-filled as I get), but there could be some one-shots. :D
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I look forward to reading your next fill! And any one-shots in this verse would be much appreciated! Yay! Now I'm all excited and wanting chocolate (well, I always want chocolate, but still--I'm excited!) :D
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Now I'm excited to do my next fill! Yay!
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The ninja gods have deserted him once again.
It had me in stitches. ♥
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Stiles is forever being deserted by the ninja gods. I don't think that boy could be subtle in an apocalypse.
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the banter was in top form, i dont get why stiles didnt just hand him the bottle, although i guess ferral derek could of just riped it apart and died of dehydration, but back onto topic. i loved the story, and this you wrote it well, i noticed a couple of missing word type errors, it was in the line about the mummy slow walk (one of them was) it doesnt read as fluently as i think you intedned it to, but the story was awesome non the less.
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Thanks for the comment!
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Stiles barely knows the guy, and he’s already figured out that it’s his version of a happy face. hahaha that's so perfect. :)
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I think that somewhere along the way, Derek's default face just kinda got stuck at 'glare'.
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