#c:stiles

Julian had definitely been working harder than usual, which typically was already rather hard. He'd taken on quite a bit of extra work this semester and had managed to finish two extra papers for a possible placement in a field related to his degree. Hence an overall lack of relaxation or time to himsef but hey, it been worth it and he'd managed to pull it off and get the top result in Professor Herrera's class. So when Professor Woods had come to him and remarked that Professor Herrera wanted to see him, Julian had assumed it be related to his paper - just not related in this way.

Which is how he found himself pressed up against the wall to the man's office, crowded by the older man's body and feeling that hot breath and beard against his skin, the sensation alone to make Julian's usually sharp mind overload with sensation. He was shocked, bewildered even that this was happening - mind filled with confusion, body filled with almost trembling arousal. God why did being called his favourite make his legs feel weak?

"Professor, I...this is...what you wanted to see me more?" Julian found his voice, shaken and breathy. "Professor Woods said it was urgent, what-" His words were cut off as his brain short circuted at the roll of those hips against his cheeks and felt those lips and teeth on his skin, marking him. Marking him as Vincents. "F-Fuck..."

So yeah, Stiles was a bit of a superhero fan boy. He always had been and his excitement of a boy of capes and powers and dashing men saving the day had never faded but as he’d gotten older he also couldn’t deny that those big arms and strong jawlines were also definitely a part of the fantasy and the reason why he was so into them. So when he got a chance to see Superman strutting his stuff as a hero of course he got his phone out to record, who wouldn’t. The man looked like a greek god of muscle and power and always been a favourite of his and so when he flew off at the end there was an element of disappointment. But it didn’t last long when he could of sworn he saw the hero land not too far away, behind some buildings. Maybe it wasn’t right of him, maybe he should of just...let it go but he couldn’t help but make his way over towards the location and the alleyway in question, arriving about ten minutes later and poke his head around the corner, camera still in hand and see if the hero was still about.

He was focused, listening to the scratches of the record that was currently playing in his studio. It had become a habit of his, it helped him focus, it stopped the thoughts, and made his mind blank. Well, as blank as it could get with everything he’d been through. It helped him relax so that he could paint, without second guessing himself. However, using his werewolf hearing for it, meant that he heard Stiles approaching long before he even reached the door. And it broke Isaac’s focus. 

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Stiles and Derek had moved on together. Everyone had seen it coming, it seemed like Derek was always in a foul mood, but Stiles could always say SOMETHING to make his frown crack, and make him smile.

Their house was nothing grand, it was big enough for the two of them, plus the pack when they had meetings and they ran late. Most of the time, it was them alone.

And when they had their time alone, they were both happy. Like this morning, when Stiles woke up early to make coffee and breakfast. He was not the best cook, Derek was so much better, but his mom had taught him a basic breakfast before she'd gotten sick.

"Bacon, eggs, French toast, coffee..." He counts everything out loud, facing the stove while he made the last omelette. "What am I forgetting???"

That’s right not only was Stiles Stilinski a married man at the age of twenty years old but he was also having a fair. Gold digger much? Well, kind of. More like desperate college boy whose father couldn’t pay for his college tuition so in came Robert Woodchester with his wads of cash and desire for a trophy husband to show off like, well, a trophy. Stiles hadn’t been a fan of the idea but with his dad’s bills climbing and little to no options he’d agreed to start seeing the guy which five months later and a whole load of bills paid he found himself married and faking happiness. Stiles wasn’t sure how long he’d have to keep this up but even with this kind of arrangement he wasn’t planning on screwing around with other guys or girls. Not at first anyway.

But then Leo had been hired, with his tussled brown hair and genuine smile and compact body that Stiles never thought he’d ever have a thing for until he’d seen that shirt come off and it was all he could think about. He was a practical and down to earth guy with a natural charm without ego and abs at the same time which just seemed greedy as far as Stiles was concern; but most of all he looked at Stiles was if he was more than just something to acquire or a trophy on a shelf and these days that was a rarity. So instant chemistry turned into friendship (after Stiles managed to convince him to call him Stiles and not ‘Mister Stilinski) then became something far more intense and most likely against the rules of employment. That was almost two months ago and since the a ‘one time mistake’ had turned into a full on affair that Stiles had practically clung to as ironically probably the most normal thing in his life right now. Because when his ‘husband’ was away like on a week like this he actually felt like he could be himself around the one person who knew truly what he was going through. This might be an affair but as far as he was concerned it was his real relationship.

“No really don’t give me any of this innocent, practical man facade because you’re clearly trying to show off and drive me crazy now we’re alone for the entire week” He half heartedly complained and mostly just admired the few as he watched his secret lover work.