see, normal to Derek Hale is appearing behind people for no good reason other than he picked up their scent in the same neighborhood he happens to be in and it's more convenient to track Stiles down before he gets himself killed or wanders somewhere he doesn't belong. or whatever it is that this bizarre child thinks he's doing. something stupid, of that he's certain.
you aren't friends with Scott McCall because you make great life choices. it doesn't work that way. ] Looking for something?
[ no this is not normal. no, stiles is pretty sure stalking (tracking?) people is not in the realm of actual normality and it probably says something terrible about him that he's getting used to it. ]
Jesus! [ stiles jumps and shoots him a side-eyed glare because christ derek. ] Can't we get you, like, a dog collar or something? With a bell? Or maybe five?
[ motoring on, stiles rubs a hand across his head and exhales in frustration: ]
[ ayup, he's simply going to stand as still as a tree and stare. there may be blinking involved but mostly staring. and breathing. he could probably take up a hobby in the time it takes Stiles to collect himself and come back to the reality of: oh yeah, I know actual werewolves. ] The day I wear a collar is the day I gift wrap you a muzzle. Actually, I might look into getting you one anyway.
[ he's sweet like that. ]
You dropped your phone, [ he echoes dully, because really? you teenagers and your stupid ideas of what's important. he's as bad as Scott, always reaching out to his connections. ] Can't you use that kid again, without my help? [ because pinpointing people via GPS is handy. ] Or look it up yourself on your computer?
[ CUE PARTY SOUNDS. idk maybe derek is attending another gathering of sixteen year olds, AS ONE DOES. who knows. pack thing, when he says jump get a trampoline, etc. ]
Stiles. [ more of a growl, rly. ] Where. Are. All of you.
[ WOLF WHISTLING IN BACKGROUND IDK, WHAT DRUNK PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY SEE DEREK. ]
They keep saying I have to take off my shirt. Round everyone up and get down here, now.
[ whatever stiles was expecting when he picked up his phone, IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT THIS. why does derek even have his number? no, he doesn't want to know. clearly he's in need of some rescuing, which, gotta be honest, is frankly hi-LARIOUS, but stiles ain't gonna judge. much. ]
i'm not going to round up EVERYONE for your little freakout, balto. where are you? i can come get you.
also, are you drunk? serious question.
text ; WHAT HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HALE CREEPER GENE OR ANYTHING
You won't hate it here so much, you know. [ peter rubs his jaw against stiles' own, then drawing back to look, petting his side idly. so impressively fierce, his boy; brows drawn together in a fierce glare even while he stinks of fear, sharp and metallic in the back of peter's throat. he stares at peter's hand like he wants to bite it, and peter chuckles. smells like prey, already has teeth like a predator. the village's sacrifices are more amusing than anything-- as if a steady supply of teenagers is what a wolf needs. he wants their sheep, their lands, not their terrified virgins. so he gives the bite to those worthy, allows others to stay and serve, and kills those who raise a hand against him despite his mercy. (a few he bundles the rest off for parts unknown, with the reminder that any attempts to come home again will not be taken kindly; even fewer he keeps close, makes his in ways a simple bite can never duplicate.)
this one he wants, has wanted since the first time he sat beside his father as peter took another boy away. it's been so long, and now he has. ]
I have a library, servants. Good food. I'm a wolf, Stiles, not a savage. [ he's both when he wants to be, but now is for milk and honey soothing, gentling stiles to the idea. ] And I have a few of your friends, here with me. Safe and happy, before you accuse me of keeping them locked away in the dungeon.
[ he leans in again, huffs out a breath near the skin over stiles' heart, tongue close enough to dart out and taste salt when he speaks. ] And it can be yours. All of it.
[ stiles knows he has no power here, but he does have his words, and he's relatively sure peter won't hurt his prize if it mouths off at him. he's only acting on assumptions and percentages and guesses, though—and he can't help the involuntary shudder than rolls through him at the thought of being subjected to another touch, another caress, of never seeing his dad again. a while ago, he'd wanted to vomit and shout, had hit the cold stone shaking, but he's internalized it all now, accepted it, willing to go through with whatever this may lead in order to keep everyone safe.
but fuck his village. fuck them for letting him go, for sending his friends. if he ever makes it out of here alive, he's going to have words with the asshats in charge of that little operation, and give them a piece of his mind (and fists, if he's lucky. if he's lucky.)
and fuck peter too. his honey-voice and soothing gestures are anything but to stiles, and he'd rather gnaw the expression right off of peter's face before succumbing to his—his charm, his touch, him.
wolf. savage. ha. ]
Sorry, I thought those two things weren't mutually exclusive. [ stiles swallows, swallows back fear and anger, and looks peter in the eyes even as his heart beats rabbit-quick under peter's heavy hand. ] I want to see them.
T E X T ☲ i do not know this is some canon au shit i guess?
Not that you're my first choice for talking about this, but Allison is still extraordinarily touchy about wolves, I'm not asking McCall, Jackson would probably tell me that it's all my fault his bite didn't take right and be of negative use to me and....well you're the only one I have left on my contacts that I sort of trust.
On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I'm frustrated that my bite never took because I'm immune?
[ sort of trust. sort of trust. any fist-pumping stiles may have done in this moment is quickly eclipsed by her actual message. ]
being in your top five list of people to talk to in a crisis aside, i'd say it's worth about a holy god are you actually insane on the sliding crazy scale. did i read that wrong? you actually WANTED the bite to work?
[ stiles isn't very good at remaining nonjudgmental. ]
is this some kind of power thing? because i've seen scott on the full moon, and he was kind of the opposite of king of the mountain. or queen, in your case.
T E X T ☲ i just have a lot of feelings and you get to receive them a lot okay
[ sort of trust. fun fact stiles: it might be more than sort of if you didn't go get yourself trapped in a pool and done a lot of things that lydia still is annoyed about. this is why your life sucks. and hey look at you being NEARLY AS BAD AS JACKSON. ]
NO. I just- I'm immune, Stiles. Peter bit me and scratched at me because of that. If it would have taken, I wouldn't have had to deal with any of that. I would have been a wolf. I would take that over feeling like a puppet and running around in the woods nude. You- I should have known you wouldn't get it either. That you'd be just as bad as Jackson. "Oh, Lydia, why would you ever want a bite to take?"
oh my GOD. embarrassing lolita reference aside, am i the only one who thinks this comparison should never see the light of day? ever again?
[ GOD darcy, you can't just text him with the most accurate thing ever and expect him to lie down and accept it! BABY. are you serious. he is not baby in this equation. ]
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T E X T i do what i want okay
T E X T oh god WHAT HORRORS MAY BRING
[ stiles. ]
T E X T but stiles don't you love uncle badtouch ;;
No, Stiles. Not just one word.
T E X T not if he can help it STRANGER DANGER
T E X T trick question YES YOU DO LOVE HIM
T E X T IT DOESN'T COUNT IF YOU DECIDE FOR HIM!
T E X T lies that's how feelings work right?????
T E X T no peter no bad peter :C that is not how you make friends and influence people!!
T E X T no he is p sure this is how it works
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see, normal to Derek Hale is appearing behind people for no good reason other than he picked up their scent in the same neighborhood he happens to be in and it's more convenient to track Stiles down before he gets himself killed or wanders somewhere he doesn't belong. or whatever it is that this bizarre child thinks he's doing. something stupid, of that he's certain.
you aren't friends with Scott McCall because you make great life choices. it doesn't work that way. ] Looking for something?
action » HEY DEREK HEY
Jesus! [ stiles jumps and shoots him a side-eyed glare because christ derek. ] Can't we get you, like, a dog collar or something? With a bell? Or maybe five?
[ motoring on, stiles rubs a hand across his head and exhales in frustration: ]
Yeah, I dropped my phone.
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[ he's sweet like that. ]
You dropped your phone, [ he echoes dully, because really? you teenagers and your stupid ideas of what's important. he's as bad as Scott, always reaching out to his connections. ] Can't you use that kid again, without my help? [ because pinpointing people via GPS is handy. ] Or look it up yourself on your computer?
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Stiles. [ more of a growl, rly. ] Where. Are. All of you.
[ WOLF WHISTLING IN BACKGROUND IDK, WHAT DRUNK PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY SEE DEREK. ]
They keep saying I have to take off my shirt. Round everyone up and get down here, now.
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i'm not going to round up EVERYONE for your little freakout, balto. where are you? i can come get you.
also, are you drunk? serious question.
text ; WHAT HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HALE CREEPER GENE OR ANYTHING
Crack one more dog joke and see what happens. I don't need a ride, I need to talk to all of you.
Of course I'm drunk. Drinking with a bunch of loud teenagers who all reek of hormones is exactly what I wanted to do tonight.
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this one he wants, has wanted since the first time he sat beside his father as peter took another boy away. it's been so long, and now he has. ]
I have a library, servants. Good food. I'm a wolf, Stiles, not a savage. [ he's both when he wants to be, but now is for milk and honey soothing, gentling stiles to the idea. ] And I have a few of your friends, here with me. Safe and happy, before you accuse me of keeping them locked away in the dungeon.
[ he leans in again, huffs out a breath near the skin over stiles' heart, tongue close enough to dart out and taste salt when he speaks. ] And it can be yours. All of it.
110% SID APPROVAL RATING
but fuck his village. fuck them for letting him go, for sending his friends. if he ever makes it out of here alive, he's going to have words with the asshats in charge of that little operation, and give them a piece of his mind (and fists, if he's lucky. if he's lucky.)
and fuck peter too. his honey-voice and soothing gestures are anything but to stiles, and he'd rather gnaw the expression right off of peter's face before succumbing to his—his charm, his touch, him.
wolf. savage. ha. ]
Sorry, I thought those two things weren't mutually exclusive. [ stiles swallows, swallows back fear and anger, and looks peter in the eyes even as his heart beats rabbit-quick under peter's heavy hand. ] I want to see them.
T E X T ☲ i do not know this is some canon au shit i guess?
On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I'm frustrated that my bite never took because I'm immune?
T E X T ☲ oh my god yes bring it to me
being in your top five list of people to talk to in a crisis aside, i'd say it's worth about a holy god are you actually insane on the sliding crazy scale. did i read that wrong? you actually WANTED the bite to work?
[ stiles isn't very good at remaining nonjudgmental. ]
is this some kind of power thing? because i've seen scott on the full moon, and he was kind of the opposite of king of the mountain. or queen, in your case.
T E X T ☲ i just have a lot of feelings and you get to receive them a lot okay
NO. I just- I'm immune, Stiles. Peter bit me and scratched at me because of that. If it would have taken, I wouldn't have had to deal with any of that. I would have been a wolf. I would take that over feeling like a puppet and running around in the woods nude. You- I should have known you wouldn't get it either. That you'd be just as bad as Jackson. "Oh, Lydia, why would you ever want a bite to take?"
[ and then sort of as an afterthought. ]
...Did you really just compare me to him?
T E X T ☲ it's like christmas every time this happens tbh
T E X T ☲ you give me awesome presents back so I CAN'T EVEN EVER STOP
T E X T ☲ GOOD NEVER DO because i lauve youuuu
T E X T ☲ this is where i draw hearts around you to show our mutual l a u v e I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT
T E X T ☲ sdkjgdflk HEARTS i know this and i adore it and you ♥
t e x t I'M SORRY I HAD TO DO IT also that one kink meme verse with phone sex
it's WAY BETTER THAN THAT
i'm totally your johnny castle.
t e x t SCREAM YES NEVER APOLOGIZE
oh my GOD. embarrassing lolita reference aside, am i the only one who thinks this comparison should never see the light of day? ever again?[ GOD darcy, you can't just text him with the most accurate thing ever and expect him to lie down and accept it! BABY. are you serious. he is not baby in this equation. ]
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