Step into the daylight (and let it go) (1/1)
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Summary: Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.
AN: For @sterek-bingo, naturally. Prompts insomnia, overworked & Hollywood.
Preview:
“Fuck,” he hears a stranger staring forlornly at the all-night store.
The stranger is broad, strong, and wearing a stupid baseball cap that is clearly meant to hide some kind of nefarious purpose - Stiles isn’t an idiot. The leather jacket and the ball cap and the dark clothes… It all smells like thievery to him. The bad kind of shenanigans.
“Dude,” Stiles finds his mouth is once again five steps ahead of his brain. “I know this store probably seems like an excellent target, but the protection is actually rock solid.”
There is a circle of mountain ash surrounding the store - Stiles sensed it the first time he came in here and he’s pointedly not commented on it to anyone. Because he promised his Dad that he was not getting involved in any more supernatural shenanigans. Not without a Sheriff to protect him, or a semblance of a pack that he’d never really been a part of.
“Right now it’s protecting me from food and water,” the stranger basically growls at him.
Werewolf. This guy is a werewolf. Really, is Stiles werewolf catnip now? Is there such a thing as werewolf catnip? Is that something he needs to look up in the digital bestiary he still carefully maintains without his father’s knowledge? Because it’s starting to get a little ridiculous that Stiles’ grad school advisor and his neighbor and his boss at the library are all wolves. They don’t know he knows, and he will never tell them - but it’s still more than a little suspicious.
And now there’s this guy. And Stiles has no idea what to do about him. But if he really can’t go into a store when he needs food, well… Stiles is his mother’s son. He can’t just stand there and do nothing. Even though he’s probably just as suspicious of the wolf’s intentions as his Dad would be. He’s just a little more willing to cut the guy a break.
Only a little, though.
“Sure,” Stiles is only about ten percent sure that this guy isn’t a criminal. “How about you give me the cash and your grocery list, and I’ll get it for you, Sourwolf.”
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