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A gentle gust blew in from the shore side——winter bitter, and harsh, sweeping up shed leaves from the deciduous barren tree’s, spoiled foliage dancing about her feet as she trod closer. “Who me? I’m the grounds keeper.” The blonde pointed a finger at herself and raised an eyebrow at his terseness as golden spirals swept across her face, angling her head she delivered a curious and cutting look. “Who the hell’s asking?” Buffy’s stare was unyielding, her ovals locked onto his, eyes that seemed to be colourless in the coverage of night——a momentary silence befalling her, one that was sure to not last very long at all, as it never did. Her feet stopped a mere arms length and no more before him, eyelids narrowed as she scrupulously studied him, from the length of his body to his visage, to the way that he held himself, exuding such strength, the slayer seeking some slither of revelation as to what unnatural thing he were. Vampire, demon, Werewolf?——the vast possibilities ran a course through her head, any one of which he could have been, after all she rarely met a human being hanging around the cemetery after the toll of midnight, most knew better and those foolish enough not too were long past dead by now. Although he wasn’t giving off any evil monster vibes, which despite protests to the affront was an actual thing, there was definitely something not of the normal in the air about him.
”Or should I say what the hell you are?” The blonde amended with an accusing tone as her arms came to fold over her chest, a stern and demanding answers look setting on her face.
Great... another smart-ass with a big mouth. Derek was half of a mind to just turn around and leave, not in the mood for a confrontation of this kind right now - or any kind, really. His heart was aching from visiting his family’s crypt for the first time in years, and all he wanted was to be alone.
But he hadn’t expected her to get right up in his face. No one ever did without a good reason, certainly no one random he didn’t know. His next breath confirmed that she was, indeed, human, but there was something about her he couldn’t put his finger on. Something different.
In his experience, different was never good. What she said next only confirmed that.
Derek had to tip his head down to hold her gaze, senses on alert. For a wild second he considered if she could be another hunter - another Argent. There was something in her face that was eerily similar to Kate’s... The nose, his mind provided distractedly while he focused his hearing outward. But there were no sounds coming from anything else around them, nothing that might be trying to sneak up on him while he was distracted with her.
If she was an Argent though, she wouldn’t have to ask what he was.
“Paying respects to my family is what I am,” he finally replied, because that truth was safer than any of the others.
- rupi kaur
do my thang || stiles & derek
bicuriousbilinski:
He’d twisted around, just enough to be able to see Derek’s face and when he didn’t catch onto the quote, or even mention it, his expression dropped. “Seriously dude? Iron Man 3? Do you even watch films?” He turned and looked about the flat and frowned. “Or watch TV? Where’s the set? What do you do here all day? Brood?”
He’d noticed the place was bare, but up until now he hadn’t realised it was barren.
And maybe it was silly, but he physically felt some of his anxiety easing at the confirmation that Derek wasn’t going anywhere. And not just because when it came to fighting the next boss level, Derek was someone you wanted and needed on your side, but because he was starting to think he’d miss him and his frowny face.
Tensing up just a little when the other sat next to him, when nothing happened, he eased up on the hypervigilance a little and calmed the fuck down. “I could help.” He lifted a shoulder up in a shrug and offered him a smile. For as much as he thought it was a stupid move going around collecting damaged teenagers for your pack, despite himself he did feel sorry for Derek; from what he’d read with his researching, pack was essentially family. And how many of them did one guy need to lose before the world would cut him a break?
“Found you, didn’t I? Just call me P.I. Stilinski.”
Derek did a double take on him, but it wasn’t like his hearing had failed him. Iron Man 3? Seriously? On the other hand, why was he surprised? This was exactly something Stiles would say.
“I do watch films. My TV is still back in New York.”
He hadn’t seen Iron Man 3. The first one, yes, but not the others, and even if he had, Derek doubted that he would have picked up on that quote at all. He needed to fly over to New York, get all those things... decide what to do with Laura’s stuff. He really shouldn’t put it off any longer.
Derek had reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose before he even realized it himself. He couldn’t leave before they had found Boyd and Erica, and when Stiles offered, his first instinct was to say no. But Derek caught himself and took a moment to actually think about it.
They were aggravating, yes - but Stiles wasn’t wrong. He had found him, and he had options that neither Derek nor Isaac had. So eventually, Derek let out a small sigh and leaned back on the couch.
“Alright. Where would you start?”
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reality bites me || derek & lydia
ofscrxam:
There was only so much Lydia could do on her own - as much as she hated admitting to it, it was true. At least when it came to her being a banshee. She knew little to nothing about what she actually was, or what she could even do with her power. There had to be more to it than just finding dead bodies, right? There had to be.
All she wanted was to be able to at least see it before it happens - almost like a premonition. Actually, EXACTLY like it. And now, well…Now she fully understood the meaning ‘be careful what you wish for’. Lydia could feel something big was about to happen. Her dreams were filled with nothing but chaos and destruction. And death. Someone was going to die. She was so sure of it, yet she couldn’t figure it out, for the life of her. Usually, the first thing she would have done was tell Stiles, or Scott - any of her friends, but what exactly was she supposed to tell them now? Why would she go out of her way to ruin that fragment of happiness for any one of them when she wasn’t certain what it all even meant?
Sure, she could have gone to the obvious source - the one who seemed to know a little too much about her kind. But, Peter was out of the question. There were too many strings attached, that was for sure. So, she opted for someone who she figured had a lot more knowledge on the whole supernatural spectrum.
Derek.
Usually, getting ahold of him was easier said than done. If Derek didn’t want to be found, you’d have a hard time finding him. That was, until Stiles screwed it all up for the guy. His constant need to overshare EVERYTHING he did with Lydia, which at this time was talking about his hangouts with Derek and the one unknown location on his Snap Map, was more than enough for Lydia to put two and two together.
Still, when she arrived, the redhead was slightly confused. Did he REALLY purchase the whole building? Why? The thoughts passed through her, as she left two soft knocks on what she assumed to be the door of his new home.
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Sometimes he looked at Cora and still couldn’t believe that she was actually here. That he and Laura had left back then without even knowing she was still alive - that he had been alone for years thinking that all that was left of his family was Peter.
Now she was suddenly here. She was here, but Erica -
What sort of a deal was that? He got someone back just to have someone else ripped away instead? And what came next? The Alpha Pack wasn’t going to stop, and they still didn’t really know what goal they were pursuing. If they had anything to do with the dead people Stiles had told him about, the virgins, as he had talked about the last time he had been here only two days after what happened at the vault.
Rationally, Derek had known that Cora wouldn’t be the same girl either he had known when they were young. Not just that they had grown up, but that they’d had to do it under those circumstances. He had missed so much of her life. But despite this he knew that something wasn’t alright with her. She was quiet and angry and didn’t really talk to him, and Derek couldn’t figure out if it was because of that distance between them, because of what had happened at the vault, or because of something else.
And he didn’t know how to ask.
A knock on the door stirred him out of his thoughts and he realized he was still staring at the papers scattered across the desk, the receipts and bank account statements and renovation details. It wasn’t Stiles, he already knew that just by the knock and the beat of the heart on the other side of the door, just like it wasn’t Isaac or Cora.
For a moment Derek lingered before the door, listening to the heartbeat, slowly breathing in. And when he caught the scent of a familiar perfume, he knew who it was.
The metal door slid open and, just as he had thought, Derek found Lydia on the other side of it. Whatever her reason was for coming here, it would be a serious one. So he didn’t even ask, didn’t try to question it. Derek merely stepped aside and invited her in.
do my thang || stiles & derek
bicuriousbilinski:
Looking over his shoulder, he pretty much did a double take, head jerking back at how close Derek’s face was to his when he craned his neck to look at him. “Jesus,” he muttered to himself, shifting his attention forward and back onto the laptop sat merily in front of him.
Feeling incredibly cool being able to have an excuse to use this line, he cleared his throat. “It’s not the eighties, Derek. Nobody says ‘hack’ anymore.”
He inched his shoulders up to below his ears, as though that would stop him from being scruffed again. “But I might’ve used my dad’s login after finding a list of recent house sales after looking at rentals bombed out, okay?”
The amount of times his dad had to change his password to the server was unnerving; the last time he’d given himself away by questioning out loud what the little old lady down on Oak Street needed a CCW for.
(That earned him a lecture on data protection, a two thousand word essay on why data protection laws existed, and ‘house arrest’ for a month: “It’s called being grounded, dad.” “I’ll superglue your ass to the floor if you carry on, how’s that for being grounded?” “House arrest it is, daddy-o.”)
He should’ve held on longer as to how he’d found his place because he had the distinct feeling he was about to get thrown out on his ass now that Derek knew how he’d tracked him down. “Look, I didn’t tell anyone I was here.” Great, so Derek could murder him now if he really wanted to and not have to worry about anyone looking here for his dead body. “But you kinda just dropped off the face of the earth after the whole…” he wrinkled his nose, “Gerard thing. Boyd and Erica are already MIA, I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t jumped ship too.”
Nobody said hack anymore, sure. Derek would have called bullshit if he actually cared about that in any way. But at least Stiles was acting the way he always did, including his twitching and jumpiness, like he expected Derek to grab him again any second.
It wasn’t like that was entirely unfounded, but Derek had never much cared about that. His patience was too thin, and it just got the job done so much faster more often than not.
After Stiles’ answer, Derek just stared at him for a long moment, not really surprised, but incredulous anyway. Why in the world had Stiles gone to such lengths to find him? So far he hadn’t said anything about there being any sort of emergency, he looked too casual for anything to really be going on. What was going on then? Did he want information? Something else?
But eventually something like an explanation spilled out of him, and while Derek was still staring at him, it was now out of surprise. Stiles sounded worried.
“I’m not leaving,” Derek finally answered, breathing out and shaking his head. After a moment he rounded the couch and sat down on the other end of it, jaw clenching. “I’m looking for them.”
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do my thang || stiles & derek
bicuriousbilinski:
Looking at him expectantly after dishing out his mini lesson on manners, he rocked back on his heels and only got to the second repetition of it before Derek’s hand shot forward – he won’t lie, he totally tried to step back and dodge it, expecting a punch (or something equally as painful) for his cheek – and grabbed him by the back of his neck.
“Holy sh–” feet skidding across the floor, he tried to grab at the hand to tug it off, but just ended up just holding his wrist and tugging uselessly. “Hey, hey, hey, what’d I do? Dude, c’mon, this is not how to invite someone in, ohmygod.”
When he was finally released and dumped on the couch, the look Stiles shot him was incredulous. “That is not how you get people to do things for you. There wasn’t even a please in there!” Pulling at his tee, trying to get it to sit right, he whined. “Dude, you stretched it out.” Huffing, far more than a $2 shirt required, he pulled and tugged on it, rolled his shoulders, went through all the overtop motions to fix it, all whilst sulking.
“Why d’ya want me to show you anyway?”
At the incredulous look he was hit with, Derek rolled his eyes, barely mustering enough patience to wait for Stiles to tug his shirt into place. He rounded the couch so that he would be able to watch the screen over Stiles’ shoulder, reaching over him to open the laptop and browser.
“I want to know how you found this address. Did you hack into some data bank? I know this isn’t something you can publicly access.”
Derek had to admit that he didn’t know Stiles knew how to do that stuff. That’s why he had asked that friend of his over last winter, wasn’t it? To trace that cell phone for him, unsubtly using Derek to get the boy to help. At least it had worked, but who knew, maybe it had gotten Stiles to look into hacking himself, to not have to enlist anyone else for it anymore.
Derek wouldn’t say that it could be useful in the future, he wasn’t even going to go there. (Even if it would be.)
But who knows what they all had been up to during the summer anyway.
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bicuriousbilinski:
[ Sourwolf ] >> ur such a bossy bitch [ Sourwolf ] >> OMG I DIDNT MEAN TO PRESS SEND [ Sourwolf ] >> ur not a bitch [ Sourwolf ] >> hey totally unrelated u like cookies right [ Sourwolf ] >> b there in 15 with cookies and pasta bake [ Sourwolf ] >> plz answer ur door when i get there [ Sourwolf ] >> im sorry plz dont break my face [ Sourwolf ] >> cause then u will be a bitch [ Sourwolf ] >> dont give me the satisfaction of being right [ Sourwolf ] >> gunna pretend ur not ignoring me BYE C U SOON
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bicuriousbilinski:
[ Sourwolf ] >> ur just mad b cause u cant deny that it looks like u [ Sourwolf ] >> & b cause i know how 2 use the internet [ Sourwolf ] >> & u dont [ Sourwolf ] >> with ur finger pecking @ the keyboard [ Sourwolf ] >> u know food will b done soon & uve still not told me what u wanna watch [ Sourwolf ] >> instead of hardcore pawn [ Sourwolf ] >> it better b good otherwise im not sharing food
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bicuriousbilinski:
[ Sourwolf ] >> its this [ Sourwolf ] >> i dare u 2 try an deny the resemblance [ Sourwolf ] >> double triple dog dare u
( ✉ → stiles ) you spend too much time on the internet, Stiles