Bookmarked by Whatsa_stiles
28 Sep 2020
“Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”
“Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”
“You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”
“They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”
“Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”
“That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.
“When do we leave?” Stiles asked.
Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.
- Part 1 of The Best Vacation Ever
The first time it happens Stiles didn't think much of it, just another late, lonely, hormonally charged weekend night with too much pineapple jalepeno pizza. What else would have made him dream of an emotionally stunted wolf instead of his one true love, the perfection that walks and talks in strawberry blonde beauty.
More to the point, the epically pornographic(and kinky as fuck) details of the now multiple dreams stayed with him long after he changed his sheets.
Alternate Universe. All Stiles had planned was a night at a new club to have some fun. Instead, he finds himself dealing with the owners of the club, who keep sniffing him and asking about his alpha, whatever the hell that means. Taken prisoner, Stiles is flung into a world of werewolves and territory disputes.
He knows his dad will be looking for him. In the meantime, he must survive being the prisoner of Derek Hale.
“Maybe I should collect leaves and dump them in the closet?” Derek asked his sister after the first restless and mostly sleepless night with Stilinski. The werewolf had never shared his room with anyone before, not even his siblings and he was uneasy knowing someone else was there now. Especially when it was some weird brat, who behaved like an animal and whose presence he could neither hear nor smell.
“I think he'd like leaves,” Derek tried to reason. Cora paused her game, skeptically looking him up and down, probably trying to figure out if he was serious. “You know, for his nest?”
“Derek, he is not a real animal.”