WIP Whenever (sunday snippet)
Tagged by the brilliant trifecta of @dear-massacre @beaconfeels @punchedbymarkesmith. What an honor.
I haven't shared any real content about my Stisaac fic that I'm writing for the Teen Wolf rarepair mini bang other than it is getting wildly out of hand in terms of length and how long it took to get to awkward hand jobs. But, when the writing bug hits...
So, the whole set up here is: what would change if Isaac went to live with the Stilinski's after his dad died? Because you know I just can't write snark4snark porn without 10k of backstory first:
Isaac jerks awake, and looks around the dark room, disorientated. He checks his phone: it’s 3:47 a.m. He flops back down on his pillow, trying to remember what he was dreaming about that would have startled him awake like that when he hears Stiles cry out across the room. He lays still, waiting, and then Stiles yells again.
Well, that explains what woke him up. He takes a deep breath, hoping that whatever it is, it will pass, but Stiles yells again, and starts thrashing in his blankets, too. Isaac rubs at his eyes, and pulls himself out of bed, crossing the few feet between his and Stiles’ bed.
“Hey, hey, Stiles,” Isaac says softly, shaking his shoulder the same way that Stiles shakes him when he has a nightmare. “It’s okay. You’re in your room.”
Stiles’ eyes fly open, and he sits up with a gasp, breathing heavily. He looks around, like he’s expecting to be somewhere else, or expecting Isaac to be someone else.
“Yeah, sorry. You were yelling in your sleep,” Isaac says, stepping away from Stiles’ bed.
“Yeah, but it’s fine,” Isaac says.
“No, I mean,” Stiles hesitates, but Isaac can still see fear in his eyes. Whatever he was dreaming about, whatever happened earlier today is clearly not okay.
“Your dad is on the night shift tonight,” Isaac reminds him, “but I can call him if––”
“No,” Stiles says again. “Can you,” another pause, and a deep breath, “stay?”
“I’m right over there.” Isaac points to his bed, on the other side of the room.
He looks at Stiles for a long time, searching his face for a hint of a wink or a joke. But all he sees is fear in his eyes.
“Uh, sure,” he finally agrees, and carefully slides into the bed next to Stiles.
They lay there for a minute, both of them on their backs, careful to keep a sliver of space between their bodies, both staring up at the ceiling.
“You know how we’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on with that lizard-creature thing?” Stiles says after a while. “It found us at the school and it has this venom or something that can paralyze you temporarily.”
Isaac still doesn’t say anything. He isn’t even sure if Stiles is telling him this, or just needs to say it out loud. His voice is sort of monotone, and oddly detached as he continues.
“It got Derek and he fell into the pool and couldn’t swim, and I almost didn’t get to him in time. And the — Derek says it’s a Kanima, whatever that is — was just prowling around the edge. I had to hold him so his head was out of the water, and I couldn’t get to the edge. I almost couldn’t. We were both fully clothed and I was trying to tread water and keep him up.”
His voice cracks and Isaac moves before he can even think about it. He reaches out and pulls Stiles against his chest, and wraps his arms around him in a hug. Stiles lets out something between a sigh and a sob and seems to go boneless against Isaac, his breath ragged and uneven.
“I thought we wouldn’t make it,” Stiles whispers into Isaac’s chest.
Isaac rubs a hand over Stiles’ back, not saying anything at all, but doing his best to comfort him, doing what he’d always wished someone had done for him. After a few minutes, Stiles’ breathing evens out, then changes into something deep and even, and Isaac realizes that he’s fallen back to sleep.
They are both tall and mostly limbs and Isaac has no idea what to do with his right arm, or Stiles’ left, or either of their legs, but he doesn’t want to move them. So he tries to get as comfy as he can, and then he lets himself be pulled back to sleep to the rise and fall of Stiles’ chest against his own.
It feels like only minutes later, that Isaac is brutally yanked out of sleep by two things happening almost simultaneously: one, both his and Stiles’ phone alarms are blaring two clashing songs to wake them up for school (Stiles’ is the theme to The Muppet Show, and Isaac’s is the opening riff to Thunderstruck); and two, Stiles is yelling “what the fuck, dude!” and pushing Isaac out of his bed.
He throws out his arms, and manages to catch on to the bed enough that he sort of slowly tumbles out rather than falling flat on his back, but he still sits up and yells back, “What do you mean what the fuck? Why the fuck are you pushing me off the bed?”
“Why the fuck are you in my bed?” Stiles yells back.
“Because you fucking asked me to be, you asshole,” Isaac yells.
They both stare at each other, Isaac glaring from the floor, Stiles clutching his blanket to his chest despite the fact that he is fully clothed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. A look of realization crosses his face, and his eyes widen as seems to remember the series of events that led to Isaac sharing his bed.
He winces and has decency to look slightly ashamed. “Sorry,” he mumbles, finally silencing the alarm on his phone.
“Whatever,” Isaac snaps, pulling himself up off the floor and storming off to the bathroom, his phone still blaring. Stiles can deal with it.
He’s half way through his shower when he notices that he’s half hard. He can’t remember the last time he woke up with morning wood, and he decides to focus on washing his hair instead of examining what may have caused this change too closely.
Stiles pushes into the bathroom the second Isaac leaves, and they both finish the rest of their morning routine in a prickly silence that follows them into the Jeep and lays under the now familiar sounds of Sleigh Bells filling the car. And even though they share a few classes and apparently now eat together, Stiles doesn’t say anything to him the rest of the school day.
I have no idea who is work on projects right now, so low pressure tags to @midmorning-bomb @deliciousblizzardshark @lola-mmmm @myletternevercame and anyone who wants to share and tag me.
