Teen Wolf meme→ [1/1] Villain ↳ “You really have to learn not to trust a fox. Know why? ‘Cause they’re tricksters. They’ll fool you. They’ll fool everyone.”
We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works.
23. Things you said when [make up your own] from this prompt list.
Better Luck Next Time
When the warehouse lights up, Stiles hearing goes out with the explosion.
Everything is white noise and static for a few beats while he regains consciousness. He’s sure he couldn’t have blacked out for long, but it takes a while to regain his footing anyway. He was blown back into the far wall from where he and Derek had been standing. He can tell because he made a mental note of the exposed pipes that were there that are now digging into his back.
His eyes blink open slowly and the world is on a tilt. He shuts his eyes again and goes to take in a deep breath, keep his head from spinning, but inhales smoke and ends up coughing violently. His ears pop and that’s when his hearing starts to come back to him.
He can hear fire crackling and popping around him, the skeleton of the warehouse creaking and groaning. Beyond that, he hears a warped version of Derek’s voice. It’s gargled at first and impossibly far away, but as his senses pull into focus, he’s better able to sharpen the sound of Derek.
He sounds panicked.
“Derek,” Stiles groans; his voice is scratched and rough, like he hasn’t used it in years.
He wonders how his heartbeat is so even and slow, at a time like this, but then he realizes he’s probably been breathing in smoke for the last few minutes. He’s high on a lack of oxygen to the brain, too much to be anxious.
“Stiles!”
Derek’s voice is closer than before and Stiles goes to yell for him again, but is overcome with a coughing fit. He tries to move the rubble around him, but it’s too heavy to lift. His torso is out of the rubble, but there’s a large part of the ceiling propped up against the wall next to him, blocking him from Derek’s view.
He moves his head to face the big block of debris and he blinks sleepily at it. He wonders briefly if he might have a head wound. He feels like he’s in a dream.
The sound of splintering wood crackles through Stiles’ head and the growing fire spits sharply, roars and spreads up. He whines with more sadness than fear and through his coughs, struggles to utter,
“Derek.”
Like a spell, Derek is before him.
He’s covered in soot, his shirt and jeans are torn, his hair is wild and his eyes are open wide. In the round of his shoulders and the young, slack look on Derek’s face, Stiles can feel Derek’s persistence. He knows in that moment that Derek was never going to leave without him.
He gives a weak smile and says, “Hey there.”
Derek hefts the heavy rubble of fallen ceiling and wall around Stiles like it weighs nothing. There’s sweat clinging to all of Derek’s face and neck, but Stiles can tell it’s from the fire. He can even see burns on Derek’s arms that are still healing. He wonders how many piles of rubble Derek has already searched through to try to find him.
Another beam from behind Derek splinters and cracks and like a frightened animal, he half-twists around to growl at it. His eyes are their electric blue and his fangs are descended, but his shoulders are high by his ears and his breath is coming in short. When he turns around to face Stiles again, Stiles can see the tears in his eyes.
He reaches his hand out to touch Derek’s and he mutters,
“You got this, Big Guy. We’re gonna make it out of here.”
Derek’s eyes are so round and white, so clear with terror and still, his shaking hand comes to grip Stiles’ fiercely. He nods and tears through the rest of the debris keeping Stiles pinned to the wall.
The beam that scared Derek finally falls into the fire and makes it climb higher, burning Derek’s back. He doesn’t so much as hiss at the pain.
He looks Stiles’ sharply in the eyes and asks,
“Are you – are you okay? Are you going to – “
“I’m gonna make it, Derek,” Stiles nods, “I just can’t stand right now.”
Derek nods and gathers Stiles up in his arms. Something else breaks and falls into the fire, but Stiles can’t see anymore. He shuts his eyes, because he’s just too tired or weak to keep them open.
When he opens them again, he’s lying down on the cool grass outside and the glow from the burning warehouse is lighting up the whole night. He blinks his eyes open to see Derek kneeling beside him, his broad, smooth hands framing Stiles’ face.
His eyes are wet and round again, there are wet tracks in the ash around his face and his arms and hands are wracked with tremors. Stiles moves his arm up to gently cup Derek’s hand that’s rested on his cheek. He smiles as best he can and says,
“Stellar fire rescue work, Big D.”
Derek gives a weak laugh that’s so wet and so sharp, Stiles can’t shift the mood.
Derek is petrified.
“Hey, I’m alright,” He assures, rubbing his thumb weakly over Derek’s hand, “My brain’s moving kinda slow from oxygen deprivation, but I’m okay.”
“I don’t – I can’t – you – you -”
Stiles uses every fiber of strength left in his body to shift up onto his elbows. He pulls Derek down by his shirt collar and buts their foreheads together gently. He bumps their noses together and whispers,
“You’re not losing me, Derek. It’ll take a lot more than a fiery explosion to get rid of me. Better luck next time.”
Derek makes something close to a genuine chuckle at that, but Stiles only hears it for a brief second before Derek is kissing him softly.
It’s over so quickly, Stiles thinks it may have been a hallucination.
Then, before he knows it, he’s lying on his back again and ambulance sirens are ringing close by.
Derek is petting his hair back and he swears he hears Derek mutter,
“You can never leave me, Stiles. I can’t lose you.”
Stiles’ eyes are shut, but he smiles and gives a nod, feeling warm for an entirely different reason.
Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.
Stiles is home for Thanksgiving break. He traveled across the country from Columbia University and is looking forward to spending time with Scott and his dad and stuffing his face on Thursday. He is not looking forward to running into a certain broody werewolf that he may or may not have left in bed after a hookup only hours before he got on the plane to New York back in August.
When Stiles pictured Derek’s return to Beacon Hills, he never imagined this: late night in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, Stiles in sweatpants and a shirt long overdue a wash, glancing left from the Captain Crunch and Lucky Charms to find Derek Hale, four feet away, pulling a box of muesli off the shelf.
Before Stiles can get settled back in Beacon Hills, and in the new business he’s invested in, and before Derek allows his decade-long on and off again girlfriend back into his life, barring she agree to some specific ultimatums, Stiles and Derek meet at Cora’s wedding and decide to have a one-night fling. Their lives get a lot more complicated than either of them imagined because of the night they spent together and neither of them is ready for the journey, but they’ll learn that it’s important they make it together and by doing so Stiles may find the muse he’s been missing, and Derek will have a chance to build what he’s longed to have in his life.
Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him
Stiles Stilinski is one of the few people left who still likes to write letters, no matter what advanced technology has given us in 2014.
For Stiles, there’s nothing like receiving a letter or writing one. Feeling the paper under your hand, letting the ball of your pen glide along the surface, the sound of them both when they make contact with each other. There’s a romanticism, a beauty in it that texting or emailing won’t ever be able to recreate.
It’s with these thoughts in mind, after another very bad and hurtful break-up, and another restless night, that Stiles decides to pick a random place on the map of the United States, and find someone to write to. That’s how he ends up finding Derek Hale.
Or
The story where Stiles and Derek are strangers who exchanging letters, fall in love, and wonder if they’ll ever meet in real life.
Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.
If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.
Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
Deputy Derek Hale has just become a single parent, after adopting abandoned five-year-old Isaac Lahey, and drowning in his new responsibilities as a father, and Alpha. Add the babysitting of his new rookie partner, Jackson Whittemore, and the weight of his past bubbling to the surface, Derek isn’t sure how he’s going to keep his head straight.
Meanwhile, Stiles Stilinksi returns home to Beacon Hills to give his son, Scott Stilinksi, a better quality of life. However, raising a werewolf pup, as a human, is something he struggles handling on a daily basis. Stiles wishes nothing more than to find a werewolf willing to show his son “the ropes”, so Scott can fit in with all the other pups come the first day of Kindergarten. But where would he ever find a werewolf willing to help a human?
When the two meet, their struggles in life will come to the forefront, as the loners become an invaluable support system for each other, and build a unique Pack all their own.
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