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shanachie_quillFrom tigriswolf
Teen Wolf (TV), Scott + Stiles, Scott’s known for a long time that one day Stiles might call him after having done something horrible. So when the phone rings and Stiles says, slightly breathless, “Hey, Scotty, ole buddy ole pal, I need your help,” Scott just sighs and says, “Tell me where you are.”
Because he’s known just as long that he’d do whatever Stiles needed to be done.
The ringing phone woke Scott, but it only took a glance at the caller ID for Scott to be wide awake. “What’s going on, Stiles?” he asked, answering the phone.
“Hey, Scotty, ole buddy, ole pal, I need your help,” Stiles said in reply.
Scott sighed, sitting up in bed and already reaching for his jeans. “Tell me where you are.”
“Um… I’m not entirely sure,” Stiles replied.
“Okay. I’ll GPS your phone. Just stay put and leave your phone on. What do you need?”
There was a pause as Stiles obviously considered how much he could ask his best friend and Alpha. “You. Might want to bring a shovel.”
Scott paused with his shirt halfway over his head. “Stiles. Did you kill someone?”
“No. No there are no dead bodies here. But someone might need to be dug out.”
“Okay. Tell me all about it when I get there.” Scott checked the map. “I’ll be about twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be here.” Stiles paused himself. “And Scott?”
“Hmm?” Scott waited to put his helmet on and hang up the phone.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, buddy. That’s what friends are for. I’m hanging up now.”
“See you in a few minutes.”
Scott shoved his phone in his pocket and his helmet on his head. No matter what trouble Stiles had gotten into, Scott would be there. Stiles had been there for him and there was no reason he wouldn’t be there for the other boy. He just hoped it wasn’t something they would need to call the sheriff about. That was probably something neither of them wanted to deal with.
From ivotedforsaxon
Any, any/any, almost getting caught having sex somewhere they're not supposed to.
Stiles/Derek, Old Hale House
“Stiles, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Derek said, although he didn’t really resist as Stiles tugged him up the steps towards what used to be his family home.
“Come on, they’ve torn down the worst of the condemned parts, so we’re really in no danger.” Stiles turned back towards his boyfriend, pressing up against him. “And you need some new good memories of this place.”
“The last time I had sex here…” Derek started.
Stiles nipped at Derek’s lower lip. “I think I’ve more than proven I’m no threat to you.” He pulled on Derek’s hand, leading him in through the former front door. “No one’s going to come out for at least an hour… plenty of time.”
“I don’t know if I can…” Derek started.
Stiles turned to face him. “Focus on me, Derek. Ignore where we are and just focus on me.”
“Doesn’t that defeat the point of being here?” Derek asked as Stiles slipped his hands up under the werewolf’s shirt.
“You’ll still know we’re here,” Stiles replied. “I know you. You won’t be able to stop thinking about it. But I want you to think about me.”
“I always think about you,” Derek whispered as he closed this distance between their mouths.
Stiles wasn’t exactly positive how they got from Derek kissing him to him down on his knees with Derek’s pants open, but since it wasn’t a position he objected to (especially when Derek was making beautiful noises above him and not stifling them), Stiles couldn’t find it in him to care.
He was just wrapping his mouth around Derek’s cock after licking up it, taking his time, when Derek grabbed his hair pulling him off. “Hey!” he protested.
“Quiet,” Derek commanded.
“Not that I object to a little…”
“Stiles. Shut up,” Derek ordered. Realizing Derek wasn’t fooling around; Stiles shut his mouth and scrambled to his feet, allowing Derek to shove him behind the werewolf. Derek quickly tucked himself back into his jeans. “Go towards the back,” he whispered.
“What is it?” Stiles asked, even as he grabbed his sweatshirt from where he’d dropped it and followed Derek’s directions.
“I think you’re a little off on when the patrols come around,” Derek answered. “I hear a car.”
“Are you sure? I could have sworn…” Stiles replied, trying to peer around Derek as the werewolf hustled him out the back.
“I know what the patrol cars sound like, Stiles.” Derek helped him over the wreckage at the back of the house. “Next time you have a brilliant idea…”
“Think it through?” Stiles asked, as the two headed for the woods.
“Yeah.” Derek turned to look at his boyfriend. “But I have to admit those are better memories of the house.”
From blythechild
Criminal Minds, any/ or + any, "I don't know which is worse: that what just happened was so wrong, or that no one called us on it..."
Garcia and JJ
“I don’t know which is worse: that what just happened was so wrong, or that no one called us on it…” Garcia whispered to JJ as the police detective who’d been interviewing them closed his notebook.
“I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth,” JJ whispered back. She smiled tightly as the detective eyed her. “Are you done with us?”
“Ah, yes, ma’am, for now anyway. Just,” the detective stalled.
“You can reach us through the BAU,” JJ told him. “Now if we aren’t being charged, my friend and I would like to go home. It’s been a long day.”
“Yes, ma’am. We can get someone to escort you, if you’d like.”
JJ shook her head, waving at the SUV that pulled up. “No, that’s fine. We have our own transportation.” Tugging on Garcia’s arm, she drew the other woman away.
As the two women hurried towards the waiting SUV, Garcia said, “We are never speaking of this again. Right?”
“Are you kidding? I never want to think about this again!” JJ replied.
Teen Wolf (TV), Scott + Stiles, Scott’s known for a long time that one day Stiles might call him after having done something horrible. So when the phone rings and Stiles says, slightly breathless, “Hey, Scotty, ole buddy ole pal, I need your help,” Scott just sighs and says, “Tell me where you are.”
Because he’s known just as long that he’d do whatever Stiles needed to be done.
The ringing phone woke Scott, but it only took a glance at the caller ID for Scott to be wide awake. “What’s going on, Stiles?” he asked, answering the phone.
“Hey, Scotty, ole buddy, ole pal, I need your help,” Stiles said in reply.
Scott sighed, sitting up in bed and already reaching for his jeans. “Tell me where you are.”
“Um… I’m not entirely sure,” Stiles replied.
“Okay. I’ll GPS your phone. Just stay put and leave your phone on. What do you need?”
There was a pause as Stiles obviously considered how much he could ask his best friend and Alpha. “You. Might want to bring a shovel.”
Scott paused with his shirt halfway over his head. “Stiles. Did you kill someone?”
“No. No there are no dead bodies here. But someone might need to be dug out.”
“Okay. Tell me all about it when I get there.” Scott checked the map. “I’ll be about twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be here.” Stiles paused himself. “And Scott?”
“Hmm?” Scott waited to put his helmet on and hang up the phone.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, buddy. That’s what friends are for. I’m hanging up now.”
“See you in a few minutes.”
Scott shoved his phone in his pocket and his helmet on his head. No matter what trouble Stiles had gotten into, Scott would be there. Stiles had been there for him and there was no reason he wouldn’t be there for the other boy. He just hoped it wasn’t something they would need to call the sheriff about. That was probably something neither of them wanted to deal with.
From ivotedforsaxon
Any, any/any, almost getting caught having sex somewhere they're not supposed to.
Stiles/Derek, Old Hale House
“Stiles, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Derek said, although he didn’t really resist as Stiles tugged him up the steps towards what used to be his family home.
“Come on, they’ve torn down the worst of the condemned parts, so we’re really in no danger.” Stiles turned back towards his boyfriend, pressing up against him. “And you need some new good memories of this place.”
“The last time I had sex here…” Derek started.
Stiles nipped at Derek’s lower lip. “I think I’ve more than proven I’m no threat to you.” He pulled on Derek’s hand, leading him in through the former front door. “No one’s going to come out for at least an hour… plenty of time.”
“I don’t know if I can…” Derek started.
Stiles turned to face him. “Focus on me, Derek. Ignore where we are and just focus on me.”
“Doesn’t that defeat the point of being here?” Derek asked as Stiles slipped his hands up under the werewolf’s shirt.
“You’ll still know we’re here,” Stiles replied. “I know you. You won’t be able to stop thinking about it. But I want you to think about me.”
“I always think about you,” Derek whispered as he closed this distance between their mouths.
Stiles wasn’t exactly positive how they got from Derek kissing him to him down on his knees with Derek’s pants open, but since it wasn’t a position he objected to (especially when Derek was making beautiful noises above him and not stifling them), Stiles couldn’t find it in him to care.
He was just wrapping his mouth around Derek’s cock after licking up it, taking his time, when Derek grabbed his hair pulling him off. “Hey!” he protested.
“Quiet,” Derek commanded.
“Not that I object to a little…”
“Stiles. Shut up,” Derek ordered. Realizing Derek wasn’t fooling around; Stiles shut his mouth and scrambled to his feet, allowing Derek to shove him behind the werewolf. Derek quickly tucked himself back into his jeans. “Go towards the back,” he whispered.
“What is it?” Stiles asked, even as he grabbed his sweatshirt from where he’d dropped it and followed Derek’s directions.
“I think you’re a little off on when the patrols come around,” Derek answered. “I hear a car.”
“Are you sure? I could have sworn…” Stiles replied, trying to peer around Derek as the werewolf hustled him out the back.
“I know what the patrol cars sound like, Stiles.” Derek helped him over the wreckage at the back of the house. “Next time you have a brilliant idea…”
“Think it through?” Stiles asked, as the two headed for the woods.
“Yeah.” Derek turned to look at his boyfriend. “But I have to admit those are better memories of the house.”
From blythechild
Criminal Minds, any/ or + any, "I don't know which is worse: that what just happened was so wrong, or that no one called us on it..."
Garcia and JJ
“I don’t know which is worse: that what just happened was so wrong, or that no one called us on it…” Garcia whispered to JJ as the police detective who’d been interviewing them closed his notebook.
“I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth,” JJ whispered back. She smiled tightly as the detective eyed her. “Are you done with us?”
“Ah, yes, ma’am, for now anyway. Just,” the detective stalled.
“You can reach us through the BAU,” JJ told him. “Now if we aren’t being charged, my friend and I would like to go home. It’s been a long day.”
“Yes, ma’am. We can get someone to escort you, if you’d like.”
JJ shook her head, waving at the SUV that pulled up. “No, that’s fine. We have our own transportation.” Tugging on Garcia’s arm, she drew the other woman away.
As the two women hurried towards the waiting SUV, Garcia said, “We are never speaking of this again. Right?”
“Are you kidding? I never want to think about this again!” JJ replied.
