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ghostxbiscuit said: I would love some hurt/comfort with feral Derek, if you feel like it, especially would love if Stiles hid the fact that Derek was staying with him from everyone else, because he believes him to be in danger. I love love love your fic, you're pretty much my favourite author in the Sterek fandom :) (this is not meant to make you pick me, if this prompt doesn't inspire you, that's totally ok, I just wanted to tell you, that I love you, since I was writing to you anyway! <3)
This is some kind of AU where werewolves are known and hunted, and Stiles is part of some underground rescue group, I guess???
Stiles is the only one home when the alert comes over the police scanner. Deaton doesn’t pick up at the clinic, nor does Scott, which means it’s Stiles who goes into the preserve alone, long past midnight, in the pouring rain. He’s done this before - albeit never alone - and tries to tell himself to keep calm, keep his breathing steady. It’s a little scary, the trees tall and pale in the weak light of his flashlight. He stops every couple of yards and listens hard, but there’s no sign of the police, nor the werewolf, and so he presses on, deep into the woods.
He’s thinking about turning back - there’s been no sign of any life in the forest, and he’s got rain soaked through to his underwear - when it literally hits him, a blurred, pale shape, smacking into his side and bearing him down into the wet leaves. It’s off again, bounding through the trees before Stiles is even on his feet, but he gives dogged chase.
“Come on, stop!” Stiles yells after the pale form. “I’m here to help you!”
Anonymous said: omg can I just request actor stiles stilinski and his husband, screenwriter derek hale, doing the ice bucket challenge???
[I’m being unoriginal and basing this off of John Barrowman’s vid just because.]
The video opens up with Stiles lounging by the pool in a t-shirt and board shorts, grinning broadly at the camera. He winks and then sits up a little, saying, “Hi everyone, I’m Stiles Stilinski and I’m just enjoying another afternoon of warm California sunshine by the pool with my cocktail… hey, pool boy, where’s my drink?” Stiles snaps his fingers jauntily.
"Got your drink right here," Derek says, stepping into frame wearing only a bright red jockstrap, holding a huge bucket. He smirks at the camera and then upends the entire thing on Stiles’ head, who gasps and shudders at the cold onslaught.
"That’s what happens when you ask your husband to help you out," Stiles says, shaking water out of his hair. "Scott McCall, I just took your ice bucket challenge, I’d like to nominate—"
Laura shuts off the video, shaking her head. “Derek, this is why I got five phone calls from different family members asking me if your move to Hollywood has resulted you getting into porn.”
"It’s for a good cause," Derek says over the phone. "Besides, no one even saw my butt."