[ a piteous whine broke through the still air, forcing stiles to slide further down the door. he had the distinct feeling the birds scattering from the trees nearby was because of him, but he had other pressing things to tend to. like, say, getting derek’s will to break down. ]
“Come onnnnnnnnn.”
[ nails scritched along the paint of the door, leaving what he thought were little grooves that he’d probably get in trouble for later. it wasn’t that noticeable, anyway, it’d be fine. ]
“— please? Scott kicked me out of the apartment, man, something about burning the kitchen down, possibility of blowing things up. I just wanted waffles.”
[ another truly pitiful whine, coupled with the pads of his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm against the wood he was pressing his upper body to. could someone really resist this for so long? it’s gotta be annoying, or something. ]
[ and there it was, the incessantyowling, the heart beat scratching against the wood that led his neighbors to complain about a cat he didn’t have. two more nail-lines drawn into his door and he was on his feet, taking long strides and pulling it open in an instant, uncaring if it sent Stiles plummeting to the floor. — not that he gave him a chance to reach it anyways.
rough hands closed around plaid and jerked the pain-in-the-ass upright. gleaming green hues met vibrant browns. a s n a r l, a stare, a serious tone. ]
“ — If you set my l o f t on fire, I’m going to set y o u on fire. — Got it? ”
Sterek AU: Stiles shows Derek the plan he has set up to get rid of the Nogitsune before it completely takes over Stiles’ mind and body. Derek asks an irrelevant question that is actually pretty important.
“Who did this to you?” “I’m ashamed of you.” “I hate you.” “You disgust me.” “I love you.” “Don’t go, please!” “Just leave already.” “I don’t care about you.” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…” “I don’t love you.” “I lied.” “You’re pathetic." "You need to sleep sometime." "Come on, just hit me!" "Leave me alone!” “Don’t touch me.” “I wish I’d never met you.” “You’re adorable.” “Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?” “Mind if I sleep here tonight?” “You’re beautiful.”
Being bitten has kindled something inside of her that’s lain dormant. She doesn’t know when it happened, how it took so long to see that this – it isn’t perfect, it isn’t what she wanted, but it’s good. It’s so good, to be free, not to be lonely, and she can feel Derek’s beard scratched against her skin when he kisses her, rough as his hand is gentle on her waist, pushing the door open with her body and falling through.
[ the door won’t open. why won’t it open again? — oh, yeah. it’s locked. ]
”——— come on. At least let me in so I don’t freeze my balls off.”
[ the ground was surprisingly soft; was it the grass that was that way, or just his skin being extra sensitive? fuck, he needed to have a talk with his dealer. this weed was trippin’ him out. fucking laced shit, probably. ]
[ he groaned inwardly, hell, he groaned outwardly the moment a fist thudded against his door and an unfortunately familiar voice rang in his ears. ]
"Nope, I’m not letting you in, not after last time. You can freeze your balls off. ——Hell, you can freeze your d i c k off for all I care, Stilinski. I am n o t letting you in.“
[ and he meant it, he wasn’t going to let him in. not now. or ever again if he could help it. unfortunately they both knew he would eventually give in. he a l w a y s gave in. ]
