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There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
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20 Aug 2026
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The funny thing is, Stiles actually has no idea who just climbed through his window. Doesn't really care, either. All he wants to do is catch a few hours of uninterrupted sleep before the nightmares drag him back to consciousness.
Again.
Still, he expects some sort of snarky response if it's Derek or Peter. Or maybe the vocal embodiment of Scott's puppy dog eyes if it's his best friend.
He doesn't expect several seconds of silence.
And he definitely doesn't expect the sudden and unmistakable thump of a body hitting the ground.
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and i'll wake up in the morning to exactly who you are by stendhal
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
10 Aug 2026
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It’s impossible to know how long he’s been here. There’s a method he has to track the days, but, he only started when the days started to mix, started to mess with his head. What he does know is that time... it moves strange, here, and where here is, that’s another mystery all together.
No one knows, no one seems to care. If he had to say... it settles inside of him like New York; not like the sleeplessness of the city, the barely contained life that pulsed against every square inch of the city's boundaries all hours of the day⸻no, this place... it’s like the forgotten stretches of cracked and faded highways that lead into little towns, helpless to the passing years, helpless to their collapse: rural, dilapidated, molasses slow.
They say suicides go to hell, the kind with brimstone and demons, but, perhaps, here, this... this watered-down bleakness, where the days and night mesh together in an endless timeline, and there’s nothing else to do but go through the motions of living...
He throws his cigarette on the ground, unlocks his car.
Maybe this is the real hell, after all.
Sometimes, death is nothing more than a second chance.
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There is nothing in the world worse than been assigned to Beacon Hills for your training hours as an EMT. It might as well be a nexus portal, or hell mouth.
The only thing that made it was worse that the worst classmate in the world, know it all Stilinski was also assigned there.
Now he was stuck dealing with werewolves, maybe the end times, and worst of all Stiles.
An outsider pov of Beacon Hills and what it would be like to be a co-worker of Stiles Stilinski
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03 Jul 2026
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“You need an anchor,” Derek tells him when Stiles lies on his back, panting, naked, on the forest floor.
Stiles snorts. Pain and starvation are the only two things that have worked at all, but neither keeps him human for long. “No shit, asshole.” Not like he’s tried to find something to hold onto his humanity every time he’s managed to drag himself back into human form. Stiles sucks in a breath and braces when he feels himself slipping.
Then Derek digs his claws into his thigh. Stiles screams murder but Derek ignores him. “Pain,” he says as he hovers over Stiles while kneeling beside him, “isn’t the best anchor, but at least it is one.”Or the one where Derek turns Stiles to save his life, and they leave Beacon hills to figure it all out, but they're shit at communicating.