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    What are you hoping to get out of coming here?”

    He’s tired, and he doesn’t want to be here. “At this point, I want to convince my boss I’m with a studio so I can go back to work. Actual pain relief would be nice, but I don’t expect it. If I can at least work, I’ll have something to focus on besides how shit my situation is.”

    This is the part where he expects to either be fed some miraculous yoga bullshit, or told to take his negativity elsewhere. Instead, Peter reaches out and rests a hand on his forearm. “Stiles, I promise, we’ll do what we can to help you. There will be something. Maybe it isn’t yoga. But you shouldn’t be left to struggle alone, and we’ll help you if you let us.”
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    AKA: in the universe where everyone's human, no one dies, and all the Hales are alive, Chris and Peter are best friends who own a yoga studio. And then in walks a Stiles.

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    11 Sep 2021

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    11 Sep 2021

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    I started writing this about eight years ago. It's changed so much over the years, been resurrected and reimagined, then forgotten and brought back to life so many times, it's practically it's own novel. It's finished, it's long af, and it's sappy and emotionally rewarding if you like Steter. In my heart of hearts, I wrote this for Harrison. I love you, babe. I hope it's everything you wanted and more. It's 30 chapters, I will post as I final edit them.

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    Getting up to close the window meant moving, and he wasn't moving. He refused to move because he hated life, and himself, and everything, but especially that motherfucking window. A surge of anger and frustration welled inside him as he remembered Derek’s smiling face coming through that stupid fucking window. Everything reminded him of Derek. This was his life: hating himself, hating Derek, and smelling like ass.

    “Fuck!” Stiles cursed again as he jumped out of bed and reached out, intending to slam the window shut when the sound of someone clearing their throat stopped him dead in his tracks.

    “Touch the window and I’ll set this place on fire just to get rid of the smell,” Peter’s smooth, self satisfied voice threatened.

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    09 Sep 2021

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    Stiles got cutoff by his own whimper but Peter just kept going, kept plowing, kept pushing until he felt a distinct pop. Stiles let out a surprised cry at the feeling and vigorously shook his head back and forth in disbelief. Oh.

    Oh, this wonderful little shit. This beautiful boy.

    Peter had pushed past that wall, that second ring inside of Stiles’ body. Stiles appeared to be in shock, one long high-pitched whine coming out of his throat while Peter fought not to grind his cock into the gorgeous, warm fuckhole that was now squeezing him around the base and head.
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    Or the one where Peter's dick is huge and he fucks straight through that second hole and into Stiles' insides.

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    08 Sep 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 60

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    As he walked through the house, he noticed that it was messy - completely unlike the pristine way he usually kept it. Dirty dishes were soaking in the sink, half of a pot of old coffee was sitting out on the counter, wrappers filled the trash bin. A mug stood casually abandoned on the coffee table in the living room. A large, faux fur blanket - which was usually folded up in his closet - was in a heap on the couch, halfway sliding off onto the floor.

    Was Stiles… living there?

    As Peter neared the bedroom, his suspicions were confirmed by the rhythmic sounds of a steady heartbeat and slow, relaxed breathing. Stiles was sleeping in his room.

    Something warm and euphoric stirred in Peter’s chest, nearly startling him. His wolf keened at the disorder around the den - relating it to memories of pack and home . He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come home to someone.

    [or: Peter comes home from vacation to find that Stiles has been squatting in his penthouse... and he likes it a lot more than he thought he could]
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    Tumblr prompt: #121 - "Are you wearing my shirt?"

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    06 Sep 2021