#(ft. stiles)

[lydmartinz]

Lydia woke up in a cold sweat and sat up in her bed abruptly. Panic struck her through the chest as she gasped for air. She had been having nightmares more frequently as of late. This one, however, was different. It was the first time he made an appearance in quite some time. But it wasn't the sweet and fluffy dream where everything worked out for them in the end. This nightmare revolved around him getting hurt, something Lydia couldn't ever bear the thought of. Without even thinking, she reached for her phone and called the one number she knew by heart. Her breaths were shallow and a few tears cascaded down her cheeks as she waited for him to answer. She heard a click as the ringing stopped. A breath caught in her throat. "St-Stiles?" she softly muttered into the receiver.

[absolutesfm]

it was a classic opener. derek had walked out of the library, arms piled high with books, and hadn’t swerved quickly enough around the person walking in. there was even a smile on his face-- long hours in the library with good company could do that for him. especially here. really, there would have been no harm done. except that when the books clattered to the ground, instead of bending to pick them up, derek was left standing there, holding the two he’d managed to save, staring at stiles. “what are you doing here?” @thrghthedark​

[encctor]

it had been an eventful week for derek. meeting stiles, learning all about his own background, getting a better grip on these werewolf... powers. he still wasn’t sure that was the right word. he’d agreed to meet with stiles after the two of them had gotten coffee, and that had somehow turned into making dinner. whether this was a date or not had been left... nebulous. there were some clear signals that it was, but stiles seemed like a very forthright person, and the words themselves hadn’t been said. he managed to get to the door before stiles could even knock, pulling it open. “hey. i heard you coming. but you’re... probably used to that.”

@papcrrings​

[ofnoblehunt]

[absolutesfm]

it was complete freedom, and derek didn’t even have the capacity to appreciate it. sure, he’d had a few weird nightmares about monsters. but it wasn’t like they actually existed. nothing went bump in the night. derek’s problems were... ordinary. like chasing after his skateboard as it shot downhill. and then catching up with it. stepping on it cartoonishly. flying backward and catching himself hard on his elbows. “you didn’t see that,” he warned/threatened the bystander, who was-- that guy who’d knocked the books from his hands at the library. “oh. so you’re just going to see every bad thing that happens to me.” @thrghthedark​​

[encctor]

@papcrrings​ “you’re going to want to do that corn maze, aren’t you?” derek had staked out the festival during the day, when he’d been with beth, and he’d almost dreaded coming back here again tonight. by now, his memories were a mix of old and new, most of it just blurs and sense-based, and the last thing that he needed was jump scares activating all his new fight-or-flight instincts. he hadn’t told any of this to stiles, of course. he had a reputation to protect, a big, bad wolf.