their first time’s on the floor of derek’s kitchen. after he comes, stiles catches his breath and stares at a dust bunny under the fridge while derek rubs sweat into his skin with the pads of his fingers. then he texts scott, ‘POST-COITAL CELEBRATION TEXT WHAT’S UP’ and accidentally sends it to allison, too.
scott texts back, ‘ugh wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!” and allison responds, “NICE!”
their second time is penetrative, because stiles is fuckin’ curious, and takes place in the back of the jeep. it takes a while to get stiles to orgasm, but once he does, it’s explosive and he can’t stop the giddy emotional laughter for like ten minutes. derek can’t even speak. he’s sort of dazed.
they switch pitch the third time, and get to do it in an actual bed this time—not that they didn’t have the option to use the bed the first time, they just didn’t get there in time. this time derek gets precisely what he wants: drawn out, slow, and specific. it’s the first night he has good dreams—not just neutral, not just no dreams, good dreams, pleasant and amusing. it’s the first time he has someone to tell his weird dreams to when he wakes up just before dawn.
stiles’ phone rings during the foreplay of the fourth time. they always check their phones. you can only experience so many near-death occasions before you get paranoid for life; sighing heavily, stiles reaches over, snatches his phone up.
it’s a text from allison. “i just got laid u mad!! >:)”
stiles texts back, “Yes, but not for long” and derek grumbles and bitches until stiles sucks him down greedily.
the fifth time is right after derek’s broken body needs to be dragged out of a river. well, “right after,” it’s after a full night’s sleep and two full meals consumed in ten minutes. they do on the floor of the shower, stiles’ heels digging into derek’s back, palms thrown above his head to brace against the tile wall.
“i need you to stop almost dying,” stiles tells him sternly after, while derek sits in the middle of the shower and lets hot water drum onto his head like a pup in the rain.
“i’ll do my best,” he says drily.
they fight before the sixth time. huge fight, yelling and shoving each other. stiles storms out of derek’s apartment, trips on the stairs and twists his ankle, keeps going. fueled by RAGE. he’s sitting in the parking lot fuming when his passenger door opens, and he startles because this has never been a good sign before. but it’s only derek. stiles glowers at him, making it clear he’s unwelcome, but derek just scowls back. “i brought you food,” he says flatly. hands stiles a takeout bag. stiles snatches it, crams a handful of fries into his mouth.
“i hate you,” he says, mouth full.
“i love you,” derek says back. they fuck crammed into one seat, and derek officially wins their ongoing who-is-most-flexible contest.
then, half dressed, they share the food, and stiles eventually admits, “i guess i might hate you slightly less than i let on previously.”
“No, it’s good, it’s delicious,” Stiles says, grinning in what he hopes is an encouraging and not insane way while he talks around his food. He has to take a bite to make room to swallow and the spaghetti in his mouth crunches loudly.
Across the table, Derek’s eyebrows press even closer to the center of his forehead and he rolls his eyes, bunches up a napkin and throws it at Stiles’ head. “Just spit it out while I grab the take out menus.”
Title: You Make Me Love More Than I Could Know
Author: GlassParade (aka glitterdammerung on Tumblr)
Cheerleaders: Mimsy (borogroves on Tumblr) and Riah (lurkdusoleil on Tumblr) and Alana (bowtiesforbows on Tumblr)
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel
Spoilers: None, future-fic.
Word Count: 3000+
Summary: They are each other’s calm places.
Author’s Note: Merry Early Christmas, I’m a big fibber. :) This is an epilogue to the ‘Europe Is Our Playground’ series, and the true and actual ending. I’ve been planning it for ages and this is why I refused to commit to future answers.
This, then, is how I truly draw the curtain. The title is from “August” by Bear Attack.
I am just going to take a moment to rec this whole ‘verse because it has been delightful from start to finish. Heartfelt and snarky and angsty and sexy and ALL OF THE THINGS that make Kurtbastian an interesting ship. PLUS lots of pretty European locations and Lissa’s delicious writing
so if you like Kurt and you like Sebastian and you like them together, read it.
thatmcbastard asked you: Mark/Jackson/Lexie under the mistletoe in an au where the plane crash never happened
It starts after Valentine’s Day. They fall into a comfortable routine. Lexie and Mark take turns quizzing Jackson over dinner, making sure he’s ready for his boards.
He passes, of course. She’s not surprised. Jackson is smarter than he gives himself credit for. There’s more to him than his family name, more to him than being pretty.
Next year, they’ll be doing the same thing for Lexie. That’s the only reason she sticks around.
At least, that’s what she tells herself.
I am kicky-feeting because this is so perfect and I love it ahhhhhhhh this ship man. there will always be a hole in my heart where this ship should be, damn it grey’s
anyway everybody this is why Katrina is my favorite cupcake :*
Yeah, the photos don’t quite fit the story but I couldn’t find one of Olive in her bedroom that matched the one of Kurt…aaaaaanyway. Continuation of this drabble in which Olive Penderghast and Kurt Hummel are cousins. Takes place the night after Olive’s date with Anson and shortly after Kurt transferred to Dalton.
*rolls around* this improved my night by a lot
Title: Thirty Days
Characters/Pairings: Jackson Avery, Callie Torres, Jackson Avery/April Kepner. Other canon characters and ships mentioned in passing.
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Summary: Mark Sloan’s final days on life support, as seen through the eyes of Jackson Avery. Inspired by Jackson’s little talks with Mark in the season premiere.
If this is your way of keeping me in Seattle, I’m not giving in.
kat broke me.
Stiles splits his lip on the playground the first day he meets Scott.
“My mom says when someone is bleeding you should find an adult and a first ache kit,” Scott says, hands on both sides of Stiles’ face so he can peer at where Stiles is bleeding.
“My mom always kisses where I’m hurt and makes it better first,” Stiles says, words weird and thick as he tries not to move his lips. His mom is always right about everything, he doesn’t know about this kid’s mom yet.
“I would,” Scott says, face scrunching up, “but there’s too much blood.”
Stiles figures that’s fair. Blood is gross, definitely.
I am making dying whale noises this was the best asdgohdsa
“I was gonna be the most awesome date ever, dance to all the songs, and then kiss her on her front step for more than five seconds but less than twenty.”
“Sorry,” Scott says again, leaning into Stiles with a goofy grin on his face. “You wanna make out with me for more than five but less than twenty seconds instead?”
My name is Stiles and I am from the future. Well actually I’m from the now and you’re from the past but it probably doesn’t look that way to you and I’m not about to argue Relativity semantics with a seven-year-old.
We know each other. In my now we’re like, frenemies, or something. Or two…
Just in case you’re interested. It’s just the first part, though. The first part of the second part, you know, ‘cause that’s not confusing at all.
omg we we we so excited
chopsticks | on ao3 for length!
~2000 words, pg-13 | The thing is, it looks like Derek’s cooked for Stiles. Which is just strange on so many levels. (Spoiler alert: Derek didn’t cook, but he can and would. For Stiles. Yeah, Stiles is still working on that thought, too.)
flailing because this is so freaking delightful eeeeeee