"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."
Stiles knows it’s wrong, but he’s been Fantasizing about Derek and he can’t bring himself to stop. Derek doesn’t know who’s taken an interest in him, but he’s enjoying it way more than he probably should.
The tone of the Fantasies doesn’t exactly change after that. Derek still finds himself panting into his mattress late at night, groin hitching against hips that fit too well into the shape of his palms, mouthing wetly against a neck that stretches and groans silent encouragement, body surging back against him rough and frantic with need until they both tumble over that edge into toe-curling bliss…
But there are new little additions to their routine as well, the way the body will curl up next to him afterward, long fingers trailing through his hair and soft, unheated kisses brushing his temple until he dozes off.
There are the moments of unexpected warmth that flood over him throughout the day – long arms and a warm body suddenly against him in a way that should feel stifling but somehow manages to leach all the tension right out of him.
It happens at the most random moments, with no way to prepare for it – while he’s out running, doing chores, eating dinner – and Derek realizes quickly that it isn’t a prelude to anything, not some new type of foreplay, when he tries to reciprocate with a kiss and finds a pair of fingers brushing his lips, holding him off. So, just a hug then. Just… comfort.
He’s not sure what to make of it, this new development in their… not relationship, because to have a relationship he’d have to have even the slightest idea who he’s having the relationship with.
And the fact that he doesn’t is starting to affect him in ways it hadn’t when it was just sex between them.
another day without writing, i feel stuck, head like full of concrete. had a long day at work, interesting but long, with some just a short ten minutes reunion that ended up lasting 1 hour and a half, on my lunch break. and i could have gone home early but of course had 3 clients call at the last minute to get appointments for monday. at 5pm. and then, again with the bus being late, though not as late as yesterday.
i really need to write, it’s basically the only thing that can make me feel good rn.
Okay, so Stiles has a secret. It’s no big deal. It’s not like he remembers to how to shift, anyway. Hasn’t been able to do it since his mom died. Memories of running around four-legged with her, chasing her fluffy tail, pouncing in the snow— they’re all kind of hazy, now, and Stiles almost would think that they weren’t real, just half-remembered dreams from his imagination.
Then in sophomore year Scott gets bit by a werewolf, and suddenly the supernatural is all very real. Things get hectic for awhile, and it isn’t until Matt fucking Daehler asks Stiles what he can turn into when Stiles remembers.
He tells Matt it’s a seasonal thing, of course, makes something up about an abominable snowman, but his heart is racing and Stiles wondering if he gets out of this ridiculous situation alive if he could still do it.
Stiles gets out of the sheriff’s station alive, and then there’s ridiculousness with a kanima and an Alpha pack and he never really has time to try and figure out if he can still do this.
The fox thing, that is.
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
title: Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon (1/?)
rating: M (for now)
summary: Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.