“Derek wished he would sit down or take his jacket off or something; anything that would indicate he was going to stay for more than a few minutes.” This is an alternate universe version of the apartment scene in my story Love, Like a Sentence of Death.
Stiles finds a self-help book at the gas station.
Derek didn’t know what was worse: the hunters, being trapped as a wolf, being hit by a car, or the fact that he had somehow become some kid’s pet dog for the unforeseeable future.
Derek is a glassblower on the hunt for new ideas. His assistant Scott has some artist friend named Stiles.
Based on a truly ridiculous conversation with Kalpurna about a hypothetical Stilinski Twins situation that ended up sounding something like:
“FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. But of course, Stiles’s twin gets bit and now he’s part of Derek’s pack, and Derek doesn’t snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES’S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.”
Stiles scrolls up on his text message history and sure enough finds “I’m OK, don’t worry, I’m going back to the hotel room” with a timestamp of 1:30AM and “I think I’m in love I think he’s a werewolf” at 3:00AM.
Stiles stares at his phone for a while in horror.
Scott: HEY LYDIA WANTS TO KNOW WHY YOU CHANGED YR FACEBOOK STATUS TO MARRIED
Well, so would Stiles.
All you need to know about this series is that the doc is titled “The Sex Buddy Fic”.
A series of ‘made-them-do-its’ which ended up telling a much bigger story.
Scott frowned at Derek, always so suspicious of him these days. “I… yeah, of course. Stiles–”
“Boyd’s gonna stay with him and his dad.” Derek rubbed his forehead. “Uh… this way, your mom can keep an eye on Isaac, too, just in case. Did Erica take my car?”
“Yup,” Stiles said, popping the P.
He sighed. “Just tell me she didn’t hotwire it.”
“Nah, she stole the keys out of your clothes while you were off running around in the woods naked like the weirdo you are,” Stiles said, grinning a little. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride… somewhere. Wherever.”