Deadpool gasps like a maiden about to faint, complete with a hand splayed across his chest.
"What kind of lady do you take me for?" Deadpool demands. Stiles stares until the silence oppresses him enough to open his mouth— "Everyone knows you save eye color for the third date—right after anal play."
Stiles chokes and asks, a bit wildly, "What's a first date, then?"
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24 Sep 2020
Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn't smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn't care less. He told himself that he's just good at hiding it.
Stiles was trying so damn hard.
But he's broken so many promises to himself.
Scott's a bad friend and Derek's a fluff ball
- Part 1 of Bleeding Love pt 1 & 2
Stiles shook his head, confusion and hope swirling together. “You're breaking up with me,” Stiles told him, because that's what he had prepared himself for all day, what he had been expecting when he drove them back to Danny's after school.
- Part 12 of Short, Sweet, SFW Saturday
The mythology au that no one asked for but secretly knew they wanted.
- Part 1 of Lengthy One Shots
"This isn't about you, Stiles, this is about Scott and what you did. You drove him away in hopes that it would make us hate him like we hate you" Stiles stepped back, his face falling with something that should have been shock but felt a lot like a revelation of relief. Johns words fell over him in the next moment, his face stiffening and his shoulders squaring as he spluttered. "That-that's not- I didn't- that didn't come out like-"
"No I get it dad, poor little six year old stiles had nothing over cute chubby cheeked Scott. Especially when that damn Stiles looked so much like her"