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osamusriceballs · 3 months

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The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

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enha-stars · 2 months

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oh i’m having major sunghoon thoughts rn 🫠🫠

#oh MAN #CHELSEA U FREAK UR PUTTING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD #(affectionate)#BECAUSE???#i want to write hoon as so sweet and soft #BUT HES SO!!!!?????#yeah he’s nasty #def into biting and spiting #quietly adding notes to my google docs #i WILL do something with these thoughts #rest assured #josephine for you too #someone get your mans from my head #ION WANT HIM (i do. so badly)#enhypen #enha!me #sunghoon hard thoughts

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scarperseus · 3 months

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I’m really sick at the moment so please enjoy a crappy doodle I made inspired by my illness

#Rest assured #Enfield never talked to Hyde again #Uggh #im so sick #even this doodle took me so long to make #I’m so weak I could barely pick up my pencil #edward hyde #enfield #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #mr hyde #my art #mazm hyde #mazm jekyll and hyde #mazm #☽︎ 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭 ☾#doodle #sketch #⭑𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟⭑

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avalordream · 4 hours

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Terry: Real question B-man.

Terry: Would you rather save something you love or the world if you had to choose?

Baxter: Can I save MC?

Terry: Yeah…?

Baxter: well idk then the world can probably kick rocks if I can save MC

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softquietsteadylove · 5 months

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A little spicy request for the runaway bride!

Gil comes home very exhausted and Thena decides to give him a massage and a little handjob as a bonus😳

Gil groaned as he sank into the bed. What a day it had been.

"Are you okay?"

He looked beside him with a soft smile. There she was, the woman he so loved and adored, the low light from the fireplace making her seem to glow like an angel. He found her hand with his, "I'm okay. Are you?"

Thena sighed, unwinding her hair from its braid as she also prepared to settle down for the night. "It was quite a scare to hear the hoof beats again."

He could imagine it was. It was a nightmare he had often, and he wasn't the one they were here to drag away. He squeezed her hand, "it's over for now, at least."

Thena looked at him again, smiling more, "you've had quite the day."

Gil sighed, not complaining (much) as she pulled him to sit up again. "Wasn't what I expected to come home to after work. And I dropped the flowers I found for you."

"Never mind that," she whispered gently, her hands on his shoulders, pressing and kneading like how he had showed her to do with the bread. "My poor Lumberjack."

Gil blushed, but he sank into her touch as she tried to work the knots out of his tired flesh. "You're here, that's all that matters to me."

"My valiant Lumberjack."

He shivered, her whisper far closer to his ear this time. He started leaning again, Thena following him. "You should get some rest."

"As should you," she agreed, lying down with him, her hand still on his chest.

They usually slept as solitary as possible in the bed, not that he was complaining. He tried to keep to himself because she was a lady, after all (a princess!). But he supposed one hand couldn't hurt.

"Relax, Gil," she whispered like a siren song, her hand moving over his chest.

Ah, what a dream to have the beautiful princess whispering in his ear to lull him to sleep. Her hand moved over his chest until it pressed over his nipple, pulling him back into wakefulness.

The hand moved lower still, delicate and almost meandering in its direction.

"Thena?" he whispered into the darkness.

"Sh," she whispered back, her hand still travelling lower until she found the trail of hair departing from his naval.

"Thena," he grunted, already starting to react to her teasing. He didn't want to consider himself this excitable, but he supposed that it had been a very - very - long time since he had indulged himself like this.

Perhaps a few mornings he would take care of the problem in solitude, as a gentleman should.

But Thena's soft, warm little hand slid down until she secured him in her palm. Her lips brushed against his ear, "let me."

Gil squeezed his eyes shut, his hears burning. Her hands were so soft, and she handled him so delicately. It only took a few strokes for him to quickly harden into her touch. "Thena, please."

She shushed him again, this time kissing and even nipping his ear as she lay beside him. She stroked him more firmly, letting the heel of her palm drag up the length of him. "Is this how you do it?"

He flushed bright red up at the ceiling.

Thena changed the angle of her strokes, letting him stand more upright under the sheets. "I woke one morning and you were still in bed, but I could hear you breathing."

Gil felt as if he would ignite. He usually tried to take care of the problem in private, but he had truly not believed he would make it the few steps to the back room if he had tried to rise with that particular...problem.

"I've never seen it," she confessed, and he had to admit he was relieved. "But I would like to."

Gil suppressed another moan as she reached the tip, exploring the new territory. "That's - hn! - more sensitive."

"Sorry," she whispered, practically giggling as she manhandled him very literally. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder as she continued. "I just want you to feel good."

Oh, he felt so good it surely was the worst crime to commit. He surely had something coming if he could experience pleasure like this, and by the hand of his darling Thena at that.

"Do you?" she whispered, and it sounded more like the Thena who was still a little unsure of everyday life, but fascinated by the concept.

"So good," Gil squeezed out. "So good you should stop."

"But you're not done."

He wasn't sure what fancy royal people knew about the body, in that sense. Did she even know what would happen if they continued? Or did princesses get taught that a man and woman would just lie on top of each other and then poof!--a baby would appear?

"Just let go, Gilgamesh."

"Shit," he cursed, which he also tried not to do around the lady. But his hips rose to her touch, trying to help them both achieve his release. She stroked faster, and firmer, wrapping her fingers around him too. "Thena, I'm close, hon."

She inhaled deeply, moving to kiss his neck, "it's okay, darling."

Gil groaned, his hips lifting as he came, his hands barely reaching in time to receive his spillage. Last thing he wanted was this all over the sheets. He panted, his eyes bugged wide. He hadn't had the satisfaction of a really good release in...well, about a year.

"Hm," Thena purred, leaving light kisses along his skin. Satisfied with her service to him, she laid her head on his shoulder. "Consider that a small thanks for my valiant rescue."

Gil blushed still, staring up at the ceiling, finally soft again but far from able to fall asleep. His hands rustled in the sheets, blindly reaching for the water and towel he left next to the bed.

Thena tugged at him, urging him not to move so much while she was trying to sleep.

"Sorry," he murmured, somewhat in a daze as he moved to hold her around the shoulders. He felt lighter than he had in ages. He was completely clear minded, but also exhausted. His skin burned, as if Thena's touch had left still-hot-ashes on his body.

"Night," she sighed, purring against him now that her part was done.

Gil was very far from sleep, but he had to admit: he felt better than he had in months. "Night, sweetheart."

#Thenamesh 18+#Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU #ahh it's time #it's time for...a little spice #just a little!#some innocent sweethearts exploring each other #Poor Gil trying to be a gentleman and like...sneaking off to handle it by himself #but he wakes up half hard all the time and Thena's like huh #I don't know what that is but I would like to #she knows the basics!#she knows what it's for and stuff but she's never seen one #and she looks at Gil and is like I feel...curious #and what better night to explore the possibilities than their anniversary?#after she's almost kidnapped back to her old life?#Gil doesn't sleep a wink #and the next day Thena doesn't seem fazed at all #and he's like okay we'll just ignore that I guess #rest assured #she's thinking about how to initiate more next time

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lizbethsletters · 2 months

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letters | 016

Dear, love of my life

You have made me happy in a way I didn't know was possible. Earlier this week you sent me a song called Rest Assured, and it somehow described exactly what you make me feel. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason why we work is because of the distance but, I know that we are meant to be. You are the best person I have ever met and I tend to push you away because I'm scared to get hurt. Even though, I do that you don't leave. There's this quote that says "Love never fails. So if it fails, it was never love." I think it's true which is why if we don't work out it was never love which it hurts to think about. My therapist said that I tend to think about the worst possible scenario and fixate or worry about it even if it might never happen. In a way, that's expecting the worst but, if you and I fail won't be because we were never in love it would be because it was the right person at the wrong time. I truly think you and I are in love because we have survived so much and we try to work even in the worst conditions and states away. I hope and pray that you aren't cheating on me because that means that they can pretend all they want but anything can happen, there will always be another girl. All that I can do is hope that I am enough for you but that means that I might never be enough for anyone. You make me feel safe, known, accepted, and loved. There's this thing that says just because they love you doesn't make you feel loved. I hope that you feel loved. You told me that ever since you met me your life has been better. I didn't know how to tell you that I feel the same you made my life way better by just being in it. I have always said there was nothing that you can do that will make me not love you which is scary because I feel like you could do the absolute worst things and in the end I will still love you regardless and unconditionally. I love you so much like if I could fly to you to just hold you, see you, and talk to you for just a few hours I would do it daily no matter what. I miss you like crazy and I wish I was able to do everything with you. I wish I could take you on pottery dates, picnic dates, and anything really. I love you so much and unconditionally. I just hope you know that.

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂,

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵ᡣ𐭩

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perpetual-canon · 1 year

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Perpetual Canon Chapter 1. Light in The End of The Rabbit Hole

before / 3. how it happened - part 2/2 / next where it started / navigation / about the story

The almost kidnapping is going great, Noodle, good job!

OR: Ace Is Gonna Be So Normal About This.

#gorillaz #ace copular #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #power puff girls #ppg #PC!story #i am not dead #and no amount of irl bullshit and health delays gonna stop me #rest assured #i always keep working on this story #i fixed up the prev story comics to look a bit better #so you can re-check them if you want

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leewire · 11 months

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in shock at the genloss finale like OH MY GOD.

Ranboo dying on a cross?? WITH THE BLACK BOX??? AFTER BEGGING TO BE KILLED???

(i’m talking so bad rn i’m just sitting here after that AWESOME thing—)

Either live and be content for life or die (man you good?)

The ripping off of the headphones bringing Charlie back into the real world was uhh a bit of a shot to the chest (i literally never take my headphones off lol)

#generation loss #genloss #genloss spoilers #ranboo #gl!ranboo #generation loss spoilers #leeeeeches!#i WILL be making art for this #rest assured

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dapandapod · 1 year

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I just have this mental image that I can’t translate to paper, but someone’s hand pinning someone’s wrist, but gently. Where the one being pinned is relaxed, and where the one holding the other down, or against a wall, is more circling it, and actually resting a few fingers in the other’s palm.

Idk if I make sense but that.

#hands #holding hands #I want to be able to draw this #I don’t think I can #I could barely write it #one way or anothe I will make it sneak into a fic #rest assured

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plant-dad-sulu · 16 hours

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reached a really fun stage of paranoia where i don't know if people i know irl follow me here or not so i can't post funny anecdotes about my life lmao

#nottrek #the gist is there is another Sitcom Situation happening and i cannot believe it #because this has happened to me before at least twice #but alas i cannot share it because i know at least one person involved has tumblr and a tangentially related person MIGHT have tumblr #rest assured #it's very funny and i hope it gets worse #i'll post about it if it develops

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amethystina · 1 year

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I’m going to go offline for a little while

TW: Death of a family member

So. My maternal granddad passed away rather suddenly today. He was my last remaining grandparent since my paternal grandmother also died this year, back in March.

Unsurprisingly, I’m not really in the right headspace to be social and active online at the moment, so I’m going to take a bit of a break. I’ve got a queue lined up here on Tumblr and I’ll probably still be writing and drawing — and will most likely post whatever I finish — but I won’t be replying to comments or asks as quickly or as frequently as I normally would.

I will be fine, don’t worry — this is far from my first rodeo when it comes to grief and dealing with its aftermath. I just heal best if I’m allowed time and room to breathe (or complete solitude, even), since that helps me work through my thoughts and feelings.

So yeah. I can’t say how long I’ll be gone, but I’ll probably check in from time to time if I have the energy for it. So there might pop up a post or a reply here and there, but they’ll be sporadic at best. I’ll return to the more social aspects of online life when I’m ready.

You all make sure to take care of yourself in the meantime and I’ll hopefully talk to you all again in a not-too-distant future. Love you all <3

Fun fact: That keen eye for detail, problem-solving, and ability to build intricate things out of practically nothing that you all love in my fanfics? That comes from my granddad. Though he applied it to his work as a self-taught mechanical engineer, building machines, factory equipment, and various tools without blueprints — sometimes based on nothing but a verbal description of what the machine was supposed to do. And his (very much illegal) homemade hunting rifles. That he used to shoot animals out of the kitchen window of his little cottage in the woods — that he of course modified to have a hole just wide enough for the barrel of the rifle without having to also open the window in question, since that let in too much cold air in winter and he of course couldn’t have that.

My granddad was an absolute hoot — and possibly also a danger to society.

But I guess a lot of brilliant people fall into that category.

#Amethystina and Life #A life that's a little rough right now #I will admit #I'm very tired #And very sad #Predictably #And have a MASSIVE headache from all the crying #But I'll get through this too #I'm pretty sure I fall into the 'What doesn't kill me better start running' category of people #I'm too goddamn stubborn to give up xD #Though I will grieve too #Rest assured #I like myself too much to get angsty and self-destructive #Aint nobody got time for that #In this house we love ourselves

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writersmorgue · 1 year

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I am a HUGE fan of Monoma just trying to be a General Asshole and fully panicking when the effect is unintentionally anywhere from Mega Dick to Straight Up Villainy

I am also a HUGE fan of Monoma accidentally misusing or combining borrowed quirks in disastrous ways

Top tier combination imo

i almost made him a villain instead but honestly his dumbassery accomplishes just as much

#i am not a huge fan of his but i WILL use him as a plot device #rest assured #anon soup #monoma neito

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cattatonically · 1 year

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Want You Bad - Day 1

This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.

What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.

I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!

When Stiles and Kira had first discussed their post-college plans, returning to Beacon Hills had not been at the top of Stiles' list. Coming from the east coast, Kira had never been, and Stiles rather intended to keep it that way.

But she’d convinced him otherwise - he'd grown up there, his father was still there. Hadn't he missed him all these years? And well, if Kira knew how to do one thing, it was tug at Stiles' heartstrings. Besides, her parents were happily travelling through their retirement, and Kira didn’t want to go back to an empty house.

And so off to Beacon Hills they went.

While Stiles had studied criminology, he'd figured out early on that a career in law enforcement wasn't quite his speed. So, he worked part-time as an administrative assistant (his dad's personal assistant, really, let's be honest), as he studied for his private investigator's licence, while Kira went right into office administration at the most prestigious law firm in town - Hale & Whittemore.

Which was how they'd met (well, Stiles had been re-introduced to) Peter Hale. The sparks between Peter and Kira were undeniable. But nothing happened - not for the longest time. Not until Stiles had passed his licensing exam, and established his own office, taking Kira with him. With ethics out of the way, Stiles knew the inevitable was coming.

Stiles loved Kira dearly, and he always would. But she and Peter fit way better - complimented each other way better. There were no hard feelings when Stiles and Kira broke off their romantic relationship. Especially not when she was a master of business administration, and Stiles was, well, not.

The wedding of Peter Hale and Kira Yukimura was the event to end all events. And Stiles couldn't have been happier for his best friends. What he'd lost in a romantic partner, he'd gained in a true friendship, and a new friendship with Peter, which was both a blessing and a curse, as Stiles had never met anyone who could keep up with him like Peter could.

Moving back to Beacon Hills had also brought up a whole new set of complications for Stiles in the form of one Deputy Derek Hale.

Stiles, of course, had known Derek through Cora at school. But he hadn't anticipated Derek growing up to be so... Well. So hot. And the small crush that Stiles had harboured all those years ago? It wasn’t so small anymore.

Five years since coming back to Beacon Hills, four since establishing his office, and three since Peter and Kira's wedding, and things had not gotten a whole lot better for Stiles. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd think that the universe was dead set on conspiring against him. And Peter laughing his ass off at him from the other side of the booth at their favourite hole in the wall bar was not helping matters.

“You’re a dick, you know that right?” Stiles asked, finishing his drink.

“If anyone’s the dick here, isn’t it you?”

“Ha ha, private dick jokes, real classy Peter.” Stiles rolled his eyes at Peter, and then indicated that he was about to go to the bar for another round.

As Stiles stood and turned, he crashed right into a chest. A very firm chest. A firm, uniformed chest. As Stiles realized these things in quick succession, he also realized something else - he was wet. And so was the uniformed chest.

Stiles took a step back, only to look up at the unamused raised eyebrow of Deputy Derek Hale. Who was now holding a very empty wine glass. When Stiles looked down, he realized that both he and Derek had matching, red stains across the front of their shirts. Stiles looked up, and said the first thing that came to mind: “Uh…”

“Smooth, Stiles,” Peter teased from behind him. Stiles looked over his shoulder long enough to throw him a glare. Then he turned back to Derek, who still looked unfairly hot despite the annoyance in his eyes.

“Uh. Let me get you another?” Stiles smiled sheepishly, and reached for the glass in Derek’s hand. Stiles stilled when Derek took a step back.

“I’m just going to go home. And shower. I smell like office supplies and a vineyard. See you, Stiles. Uncle Peter.” With a nod, Derek turned and walked out of the bar. Stiles watched him go, sinking back into the booth.

“Well, as far as attempts at buying my dear nephew a drink go, I’ve seen worse.”

“You have?” Stiles turned to look at Peter, not really registering the smirk on his face until it was too late.

“Not by much. But yes.” Stiles growled, turning fully back into the booth to face his asshole best friend.

"Peter, when you told me I could come talk to you about anything, I really did not sign up for mocking and humiliation."

"It really should have been implied, sweetheart."

"What happened to a little care and empathy!"

"If you wanted that, you should have asked my wife out for a beer, not me."

"You're so mean to me."

"You wouldn't have me any other way." Stiles draped his arms over the table, and then laid his head down on them, groaning into them.

At this rate, he’d never even get Derek to smile at him, let alone agree to a date. As if reading Stiles’ thought process, Peter patted Stiles on head. He really, really hated his asshole best friend right now, but he was right. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#sterekvalentineweek2023 #Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Peter Hale #Slow burn #Stiles is a bit of a disaster #Peter is here for it #Under a read more for length #sterek is endgame #Rest assured #Catt writes

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